Boss Of Everything

Happy Snot n Booger’s Day

Posted on February 14th, 2010 by prinny.
Categories: News.

Boys rock.

And here’s the card my beautiful B gave me (then ducked away out of arms reach). He’s ok. No lasting injuries or bruises that can’t be explained away with a simple,”oh this? It’s nothing… I… I… I just walked into my wife’s outraged fist.” Brekky at FooDoos earns him a LOT of points. Going out for brekky is better than going out for dinner. Just so’s you know!

Which reminds me – so does k.d.lang. k.d.lang, whom I could have eaten with a parfait spoon at the Olympic Opening Ceremony (but not before checking her carb content first. I mean, I’m happy to blow carbs (wey hey, Vicar!) but not unknowingly. I mean, yes, I’m whoreish and impulsive, but not reckless. Not reckless. (those of you with examples of my past recklessness, sit down and shaddap.) What was I saying? Oh yeah, rocks. She does.

(Grr, you’ll have to go here to see it, stupid Flash Uploader is ironically, being gay!)

That would be worth a week of zero carb lettuce and steak. Incidentally, it appears I could eat her when she’s at her mannishest. So if you had Feb ‘010 in the When Will She Come Out pool, you’ve done your dough. Mmmm. k.delicious.lang Hall-ahhh-looooo-yaaar yerself there, Missy. Hmm, perhaps the tote hasn’t quiet closed?!

February moves along in a haze of teething and kinder. Summer and air-conditioning. I’ve spent a fair deal of time fighting with Stegbar who have the WORST CUSTOMER SERVICE ON THE FACE OF THE PLANET! And the car needs new tyres.

But for right now? I have a calm house, filled with the sounds of sleeping children and Valentine Spunkshine (do your ears a favour!) and I know how happy I’ll be when B comes through that front door.

Life is good. Only k.d.lang singing the score to my day could make it better… and a truck load of money. Big bills only. Pounds sterling or Euros if I get to choose.

f xxxx

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XMAS CARD TIME

Posted on December 26th, 2009 by prinny.
Categories: News.

Some assembly required. Click here.

Hope your present to me is just held up in the mail strike.

You could always run it over. (just leave it at the bottom of the stairs)

Joyeux Noel from me, Him and our two wee ones. xxxx

Enjoy the card!

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Thanksgiving

Posted on November 26th, 2009 by prinny.
Categories: News.

For them, mainly.

For their perfect (albeit giant) heads. Their sticky fingers. Their tiny toes, smooshy faces, wet kisses and violent hugs. I am thankful for their squeals of delight and the way they have ravaged my once supermodel lithe body (shaddap).

Thanksgiving is my favourite Yank holiday. I’m sorry, that should read, favorite Yank holiday. Lunch will be tomorrow in the Southern Hemisphere. Here in Fitzroy. Turkey has STILL been ridiculously hard to come by – thanks to a spot of rain yesterday which turned Melbournians into a bunch of sissy Angelinos – panicked closures of entire shopping centres (it’s JUST rain ferfuckssake!) and power outages forcing the closure of the rest of the state, it seems! PFFFF! Can’t buy fresh turkey in the rain you say… Well, stuff ya! I’ll hormone pump a cornish game hen or a Fitzroy pigeon if I have to! Still, nothing will affect my baked pumpkin cheesecake. Mmmmmmmmmmmmm hullo sugar coma! I get to make my chicken sage sausage and turkish bread stuffing (it’s SO not stuffing, it’s a side dish of carbs carbs carbs) and feed my family. SUCH fun! THEN like proper people, we can s t a r t to think about, Xmas. I’ll miss the Black Friday sales though. It’s not the holidays without news of someone being trampled to death at WalMart waiting in line for a $300 plasma screen tv or $299 BBQ setting.

For them. And ‘im. Oh, V pleased with ‘im. Utterly, blissfully, lucky to have ‘im.

JACKPOT. Blessed.

Me xxxx

(ok AND the new telly. I am very thankful for you too, telly!)

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Obsessions

Posted on July 31st, 2008 by prinny.
Categories: Stories.

Food and Real Estate thankyouverymuch. If I find a house I can eat, I’m doomed! Ok, let me qualify that… if I can find a low carb house, that’s self propagating, near the city, with a yard and ok, no neighbours. I’m DOOMED! It’ll need to be full of glass (gonna be tricky to eat, I am aware of that but ultimately worth it I think) and gorgeous architectural features. High tech – naturellement – ginormo kitchen with the $80k stove I saw the other day (yes that’s eighty thousand dollars) a panoramic roof top deck and… a Butler. The interiors should give a shy nod towards disgustingly opulent. Not a Rose Hancock “I lub you Langley” disgustingly opulent. I’m looking more for a Grand Designs Kevin McCloud look-at-me-fawn-over-the-beauty-of-design kinda opulence. Proper opulence. Taste, if you will. The opposite of, “Look Rose, something tacky!”

Grand Designs makes me froth. A deep bubbling froth that has me oohing and sighing alternating with a lot of screaming, “Get outta my house!” GET OUT and take your awful framed wedding photos and your molting cat with you!” *sigh* So many pretty thing for people who don’t deserve them anywhere near as much as me.. mee… MEEEE! Feature walls of glass. Funky designer furniture in unique fabrics. Water features that don’t include pebbles and fake fish. Indoor gyms (don’t need to use it to have one). Ensuites with his and hers everythings. Sea Views and undercover parking… *sigh*

Gawd I love stuff! I disgust myself a little, with how much I love ’stuff’ but then I get more stuff and I forgive myself. “I forgive me.” “Thank you, you’re so kind.” “I know.” “Here have some stuff as way of thanks.” “Oh for me? Thank you.” “You’re welcome!” I’m so kinda AND polite. Obviously, in a past life I was a charming architect. I bet I was brilliant at it.

The other thing I slavishly obsess over is, food. Really, a fat chick loves food – who’da guessed?! That’s not a very nice thing to say about Linda, is it? Now come on. Apologise. “Sorry Yinya.” Ok, back to me. I love food too! (heh even hungry, I’m funny.) The Food Channel is a calorie whore who must be observed in this house. Ok, only by Spike and I but we love it enough for three people. B would rather shove silence in his eyes please. Although, enabling my addiction he lovingly sent me to this gorgeous link I clicked it and have become a devotee.

I read Slashfood and have been known to frequent Taste.com but this new geekafied foody site is just the bees knees, infused with orange zest and served on a saffron pilaf of cats meows. Open Source (surely Open Sauce would be more appropriaté, pas il?) Recipes. It does have great recipes, and gorgeous photographs of same. Admittedly, if you get close enough to cat food with good lighting you can make it look like delicious, expensive paté. But still, the cat food comment notwithstanding, it’s a gorgeous site.

Yeah yeah, I love my husband and my baby and writing and my iPhone blah blah blah… but if I could find a way to make a living from consuming real estate and food from the comfort of my own home, I would definitely explode with joy. Full on. Muck on the walls explode.

*sigh*

Thar she blows!

What’s obsessing you?

Me xxxx

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