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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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See My Short Film

Posted on December 13th, 2009 by prinny.
Categories: News.

Or fillum as my Dad would say. It’s here. My Short Fillum. Go see it. Love it. Leave a comment.

Nikon are holding a short film contest. They ask, “So what’s it like to be you? Capture the essence of your day in a video of 140 seconds or less. It can be funny, touching or profound. It can be about everything you did, everything you didn’t do, the day’s biggest dilemma or its most telling detail.” As you can see, we went for ‘profound’. Living with a three year old with a large vocabulary is a lesson in, keeping a straight face. What’s the prize, you ask? Camera’s and stuff, mainly. I don’t expect to win, they judge on image quality – my trusty Canon aint no Nikon 5000D – and some of the entrants have used these gorgeous cameras. It’s like the difference between the Mona Lisa and an Etch-a-Sketch pic. But it was fun, Spike was in fine form and Mo in a mo is always good for giggles.

In other news, we have an Itchy gig this week. An Itchy Nativity – kinda says it all, doesn’t it? Guess which one of us is playing the Virgin Maree? Guess which one of us never ever gets a root – even when he’s married! The delightful Dr Grog, Tim Harris will be our able Narrator/Wise Man and lil one ball Adrian Calear will be the Arc Angel Gabriel and a Wise Man. We may or may not check his prosthetic plum. What are you waiting for?

Haggs was over her the other day and we wrote our play then cleaned up the pee. We have SO much fun, writing. It’s just the best part. We squealed and wheezed and wee’d! Just the old days… Come see us blaspheme, if there are any tickets left. It’s a long night with a LOT of Melbourne’s best and brightest character performers, we’ll be your rancid cream with a cherry on top.

So what do you have to do before you continue with your Xmas shopping, Hanukkah candle lighting or Kwanza… being black-ing? That’s right, click on the link to “Spike and Morrison’s Day… in moustaches.” and then click on the link to buy tickets to our very christianful Nativity play.

Good!

I do love, plans.

Miss Candy-Girl’s keeper xxxx

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Ho x 3 = Merriment – Santa Fright

Posted on December 24th, 2008 by prinny.
Categories: News.

Simple really. We hope life tickles your fancy today and sets you up for a cracking new year.

Our traditional online Xmas card is up here. Santa bought Ben a Flash program so we’re all flashed up this year!

Enjoy!

Much love, Me, Him, Ours and the un-named kicking one who isn’t actually here yet but certainly continues to make its presence felt. xxxx

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Fiiiiiiive Gooooodlen Riiiiiiings.

Posted on December 31st, 2007 by prinny.
Categories: News.

Four Elmo Dolls

And a red Citroen paaaaaarked out the front.

Hubbalicious got some of his presents… others are trapped in customs or buried in all the last minute mail sacks at Aus Post while the staff enjoy an extended weekend holiday… during the week. A holiday Aussies are very good at pulling off. Nevertheless. Presents here or in storage what does it matter? He has me, ain’t that enough for any one?!

The little bloke who lives here (pictured right) had a fine day. Surrounded by Ma & Pa & Aunty Chook (Uncle Big and Aunty Jules were in NSW w/ her family this year) catering to his every whim. He didn’t seem too interested in any of the goings on until I gave him the aforementioned Elmo doll to unwrap. That could not happen fast enough. Funny little bugger. Elmo is too big to shove through the grating of the balcony floor (onto passersby below) so we’re fairly confident he will be a fixture in our lives for a big longer… unlike most of Spike’s blocks or crayons. (Thank you to the neighbours in MacRobertson’s Lane who frequently return them to us, after being bombarded with tiny child missiles by a giggling child one day. )

Chrissy dinner was here, at Château Kerr Street. Lovely things were enjoyed by all. Veggies out of Dad’s garden. Booze n’ gravy. Not together. Not on purpose, anyway. Nan’s Xmas pud and Fluffy Brandy Sauce (which WILL put you over the limit if the trifle doesn’t get ya.) The heat was bearable but that’s gone by the wayside now. 41+.C Still more than 30.C AFTER midnight?! Seriously! Who needs it?

I know, I know. I was born here and I should really be used to hot Christmas by now, but I’m not. It’s just not right. Not right at all. Even the Baby Cheezels knew it was wrong that’s why he decided to be born in Bethlehem. How we don’t have more Santa Heat Exhaustion related deaths in Australia I’ll never know!

I brined the turkey this year. A nice boy from Oaky (Oklahoma) told me to do that for Thanksgiving one year but I never did try it. Well, what a good trick that is, Gregory (the nice boy from Oaky). Thanks! It DOES make the meat all tender & lovely. Of course, the real trick is finding a receptacle big enough for salt water AND a turkey that will still fit in the fridge. Dad cooked the back half of a pork. A shy animal often found in the meat section of Safeway, nestled on a Styrofoam tray, hidden under some plastic wrap. (Stupid pork, it’s like it wants to be caught.) But really Xmas day isn’t over until you’ve had some trifle. Drunken cake sloshed in fruit and custard and jelly and cream! Mmmmmm bliss! Mum makes the best one and I believe (if the census can be trusted) I ate the whole thing, myself. Took me 4 days but dammit, I did it!

U.S.A.
U.S.A. (it seems right to chant that at this time)
U.S.A.

How did you all celebrate? What did you get me? Did I say thank you?

I should point out, the Citroen wasn’t an extravagant gift just for me on Xmas morning (we’d actually picked it up a few weeks before) but rather an extravagant gift for well, me. heh I do share it. B will pop on his best beret and drive to and from le work. Now and then. When he can pry the keys from my hands. It’s just a lovely French pig. As arrogant as all get out. Crammed with features too European to mention. I think I shall call him, Quincy Plums. Le Quincy Plums. it suits him.

Ok, well by the time I have finished this update it’s 2008 already. Should be an interesting year! Spike’s little cousin is due in about 4 months. Looking forward to that! I fear Linda Haggar nee Crockett will be baking all things delicious and taunting me with their carbiness. B will continue the stellar brilliant husband work he has put in over the last 5 1/2 years. I’ve got some things up my sleeves (which is hard to do when you’re not wearing sleeves) and I expect Spike will get even taller.

We’ll be back to the States in March. Flying visit. Unless it’s snowing… then I’m staying longer!

Enjoy. Consume. Chant. Adore me.

In that order?

Moi xxxx

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Thanksgiving in the Land Downunder…

Posted on November 14th, 2007 by prinny.
Categories: Uncategorized.

Getting a hold of turkey (before the xmas sales) might prove to be a little difficult but, what the hey!

As much as I have campaigned, Australia will not join in the 4 day weekend to allow us to celebrate properly. (Very unlike you Aus to say ‘no’ to more time off!) Hubbalicious will actually have to go to work on the day… and so might I! Spike probably doesn’t remember his first Thanksgiving, nor will he remember this one but I think it’s a nice holiday and I want to do it. Really, any excuse to get together with family and eat like the Pilgrims wished they could have and drink our body weight in wine (must ease off the diet to make it worth decanting!)!

All I really know about Thanksgiving is American kids make turkeys at kindergarten by tracing their hands (which becomes the turkey’s tail) and then drawing in the rest of the gobbler. The Pilgrims were a bunch of puritanical Nancy’s from London who shipped off to a brave new world to indulge their own Separatist religious views. Then the indigenous Indian’s were given smallpox in blankets nearly obliterating their populations and cultures as a way of saying, “Thank you-eth. We’ve got-eth it now.” They decided to name a day after it and celebrate with enough food to kill the aforementioned. (My American husband will no doubt be spluttering at my deft description but he doesn’t have his own blog to correct me so, that’s my story and I’m sticking to it!)

So to celebrate the day, we eat turkeys as big as four year olds, pumpkin pie – a sweet dessert which is pretty good. Candied yams (which NO human should ingest) or candied sweet potatoes are a side dish consisting mainly of sweet potatoes prepared with brown sugar, marshmallows, maple syrup, molasses, or other sweet ingredients piled on top! Seriously, they eat it! Another awful concoction called “Green Bean Casserole” is as disgusting as it looks. But the turkey is excellent. Cooked in any one of the 50 different ways available. Deep fried. Yes – much tastier than it sounds but you need a kiddy pool filled with boiling oil and splatter guard the size of a family sedan. Soaked in brine for 24 hrs then oven roasted. Again, you’ll need a kiddy’s pool and some salty water! The mashed taters are never bad. (Ok, unless they’re that dehydrated crap.) Unlike the ‘jellied salads’ – too much aspic! The many different servings of pie are on the winner list. Pecan’s a firm favourite. Very gooey and yum. There’s the apple, boysenberry, rhubarb, peach cobbler et al. Something they call mincemeat and the Aussie in the room sits up… “Meat pie? Could it be?!” Ahh, “No” is the answer. They mean fruit mince tarts – you know, the ones yer Nana makes at Xmas time. Gorgeous if you know what you’re getting… Awful if you’re ready to eat one with (tomato) sauce! It’s an amazing display. Full fledged gorge-ry at it’s finest. THEN they do it all again 4 weeks later at Xmas time!! That my friends, is the kind of dedication to excess that makes them so universally hated. I cant wait!

In other news, we’re finally ensconced back in the warehouse (I can tell on account of all the boxes that need to be unpacked) enjoying the shit out of the city and all it’s glories. Spike’s seen his first junkie shooting up in the laneway and has ridden his first tram. Together we have tackled the stairs. One of us remembering “I didn’t have a baby when I bought and designed this place.” MAAAAAAAAAAN that’s a lot of stairs to drag a pram up and down. On the plus side, check out my guns! They’re right there. Just above my bingo wings! Damn ya!

Fitzroy is just as fabulous as it was when we left it 5+ yrs ago. Property value has skyrocketed! Ludicrously. (Yay for us!) And a quick walk around the neighbourhood finds many MANY new properties have sprung up from their former industrial glory. Where’s that time machine when you need one? Eh? How I’d like to go back and buy a bit more stuff. “I’ll have one of those. One of those. Ah yes, that one. I’ll have that and an extra car space, ta!”

Smith Street (down our end) is all outlet shops and cafes. Montie’s Bar is still here. (cracker little joint!) As is the fabulous little hand made pasta shop. Up on Brunswick Street, not a lot has changed. The bank has gone on the corner of Brunny & Johnston. It’s now a bar. Mario’s remains, of course! And joyfully, so does Joes! Our favourite waiter is even still in residence. Looby and I went there the other week and gave their cake cupboard a bloody good hiding… We actually had to send some cake back to the kitchen. “Hey 3inch wide waiter girl, please take this away before one us catches a coma!” From our slumped-in-our-chairs position. Sometimes you just cant eat that much sugar. Who knew!? (I think she’s gone soft while I’ve been gone. heh We’re both back on our diets now.)

Have had a ball catching up with long lost friends. It’s sooo much easier to see people when you live in the same hemisphere! Everyone is busy, winding up or down (depending how you look at it) for the holiday season.

And for the first time, ever – I’m not actually throwing out the Toys R Us catalogues when they arrive. There are kids toys in this house. MY house. Cluttering up MY beautiful hardwood floors. I mean, there’s shit everywhere! And I’m shopping for more! HA! But omigod, there’s some scary bilge out there for your little tackers. But, let’s save that for another day.

Au revior you bastards! Here’s hoping it remains the appropriate shape for you all to enjoy.

Moi! xxxx

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