Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Spontaneity and the Mess that Comes With It

In the last couple of weeks, I have been thinking about putting together a post to wrap up the 2008 year. I had great plans to talk about all the changes that have happened this year..you know, stuff that'd make you laugh, make you cry, make you go "oh my God Lisa!"...that kinda thing. I had planned to start writing this off and on, add bits and pieces to it over the days, and post it with grand finesse on New Years Day.

Well...*ahem*...much like everything else that happens around this place, it fell into the I'm-too-tired-it's-too-late-it's-too-hot-and-"OMG-I've-run-out-of-time!"-too-hard basket.

Yesterday, Cameron and I decided to have a party this evening. He had wanted to invite his mates around tonight anyway and was encouraging me to return to the orchard again like last year. I've decided to stay home because I'm overnighting at the orchard on Saturday (because I have to drive further north to collect Ryan halfway between his girlfriend's place and ours on Sunday) and I don't want to be driving up and back, up and back.

In the end I suggested he drag out the BBQ and invite his mates and I'd help with the food. In amongst all my suggestions and Cam's rolling eyes, I asked if he'd mind if I invited a couple of my friends. He was concerned about the two lots mixing. Sheesh. It's not like we've never seen teenagers before...we know how to keep our distance.

This morning I've cooked sausage rolls, whizzed up a pineapple lemon cheesecake, and I'm about to head back to the kitchen to whizz up some hummus (which we trolled through two supermarkets late last night to find some damn tahini "Two supermarkets in less than a day you've had me going through Mum!"...not a sign of the stuff, all sold out - seems every man and his dog is making hummus for today...hummus scratched off list. THEN...this morning I cleared a space in our fridge and found we already had some hahaha!) God I love my food processor at times like these.

Cameron is still sleeping. Typical. I can't complain about that, because he'll just say he never asked for any of this, and that I had taken it upon myself to add these extras...he'll say they would have been happy with pizza and beer. So my mouth has to remain shut *sigh* Do you know how difficult that is for me??!

The house is a mess...I want to take down the Christmas tree, but apparently it's bad luck to do so before the end of the 12 days of Christmas...who makes these rules?? I haven't showered yet, I still have to work this afternoon and I don't know if the BBQ even works after being stored in the back of the garage for two years. Chances are, we'll do the usual, and fly by the seat of our pants, thus waking up tomorrow morning thinking "Thank God that's over".

Just before I go back to the kitchen, I have to show you something I thought was a bit of a laugh. Cameron made a chocolate cake in a cup last night. True story! Threw all the ingredients into a coffee cup, shoved it in the microwave and voila! Cake-a-mondo haha.


Not a particularly great picture (and oh so lopsided), but you get the gist right? One of the ladies at work gave me the recipe yesterday and once Cam heard about it, he just had to try it out. We stood in front of the microwave last night sceptically watching the coffee mug go round and eventually the cake grew. Too funny.

You should try it...4 tablespoons self-raising flour, 4 tablespoons sugar, 2 tablespoons cocoa, 1 egg, 3 tablespoons milk, 2 tablespoons oil. Mix all together, put in a decent sized coffee mug and microwave for 3 mintues.

Right...hummus...quick tidy of house...shower...work. See ya next year!
Thursday, December 25, 2008

Christmas Cheer

Ever seen anyone this excited about putting on an apron?? Not to worry, she'll learn eventually lol


Guess who got a makeup kit for Christmas? You oughta see the colours of my fingernails right now...when I turned up to see Jaimee, Anna and Jason, I was taken by the hand and told "Now just take a seat Aunty Lisa". Purple on one hand, hot pink on the other, glittery "blaaaash" from the corners of my mouth upto my ears and a variety of lip colours that changed over the course of time as and when she felt it needed refreshing.

I wasn't the only one that fell prey to her beautific demeanour...

I hope that your day was as fun and colourful as mine!

Merry Christmas to you and yours :)

(Um, let's not tell Jason about this ok?, he'd be horrified to know he was launched internationally in such a way.)
Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Lisa Who?

I realise you probably think I've disappeared again, but I haven't...honest.

As is happening in most households across the world, the great crescendo toward Christmas preparations and all it involves, is upon us.

Add that to Ryan's injury, Dan's visit, Jaimee, the orchard...oh, yeah, and work, blah...that doesn't leave a lot of time for blogging.

Don't misunderstand, I'm thinking about blogging, truly I am.

But my energy levels are thwarting any action. It's not like I can climb into bed to rest and have the added benefit of a cuddle from blogger is it?

I have been making a very half-hearted attempt to even read blogs the past couple of weeks I'm afraid. Just time and energy, nothing more. It has certainly not been forgotten.

Anyway, enough of that for now. I will hopefully be back on track soon and catching up with everything the rest of you are doing in your lives too...I'm looking forward to that...you know how I hate being out of the loop.

Take care you lovely people, and I shall see you anon!
Sunday, December 07, 2008

Skeletal Misdemeanours

Ryan's girlfriend arrived in Wellington today (she lives up north, we are obviously a family with national affiliations *waves flag* yay us)...she's staying until Friday. We don't have a spare room, so the plan was that Ryan sleep on the sofa, while Therese took over his bedroom. Everyone was happy with that, so it was all good.

"WAS" being the operative word. Yesterday at approximately 1.15pm, my youngest son fell out of a tree (yes, a freakin' tree)...broke both bones in his left leg (tibia and fibula), which pierced the skin and then duly went back in. Enter one compound fracture.

Thankfully, he was surrounded by friends when this happened and one in particular was Cameron's current boss. He rang me to let me know...I couldn't hear him properly and thought he was the painter at first, sheesh...but the news got through finally and I left the house with the ingredients of pinwheel scones strewn across the kitchen counter.

I started writing this quickly this afternoon when I came home to give him a brief respite, and now I'm too tired to finish lol. I'll follow up soon as I can with details, but the bottom line is, he had surgery yesterday afternoon to have a rod installed and he's doing fine. Quite the tough cookie is our Ryan...he's in good spirits albeit frustrated at not being allowed to get out of bed.

More later when I'm less knackered. Oh well, at least he's sleeping in a proper bed I guess lol.
Thursday, December 04, 2008

Nobuddy Leees Za Rome

Tomorrow night is my work christmas party. Thing is, we all have no idea what's happening. I mean, the practice manger knows, and I suspect the partners know...but the rest of the staff? the plebs? we don't know.

We've just been told to turn up at work before 6.45pm and be wearing our glad-rags. Over the course of the past few weeks there has been much talk behind the scenes of what we could be facing during this coming event. We've managed to find out there will be no need for passports, sea sick pills, snorkels, gas masks, bicycle clips and the like. We also know there'll be no paint balls to contend with...which is just as well because I can see one particular male doctor a whole plethora of hues by the end of the night if that were the case lol.

Anyway, doing my best to live up to an ounce of 'glad-rag' image and having my ghastly grey silver regrowth starting to make an appearance again, I was in the bathroom tonight trying to douse them in dark golden brown muck. It's difficult attempting to do this alone. If I could remove my head and give it the required root overhaul, there'd be no problem. A contortionist I am not.

Walking into Cameron's room, I find both boys staring at his computer screen and a shit load of noise reverberating around the walls. "Left 4 Dead" is having a great deal of impact in my home of late.

Me: "I need some help...I've done as much as I can see, but I need someone to check over the rest and make sure I've not missed anything."

*silence*

Me: "Oh please? I'd really appreciate an extra pair of hands and eyes."
Cameron: "Yeah yeah, hang on a minute, I'll do it in 2 shakes of a lamb's tail"
Me: "shake shake"
Ryan: "That's not how a lamb's tail shakes"
Me: "Yes it is, they do it just like dogs...you just don't see it very much cos they get their tails docked." (any opportunity to educate my offspring)..."they tie rubber bands around their tails and..."
Cam: "Yes Mum! I'm coming! Geez!"

Cameron follows me back to the bathroom, leaving strict instructions with Ryan on how he should go about eliminating this, that and the other beastie in his absence.

Ryan: "But I don't know what I'm doing!"

Me: "Just don't get yourself killed! Shoot everything that moves hun, just keep shooting."

Cam: *picking up long hairpin* "What is THIS?"

Me: "Oh, you have to use that to divide my hair...I can't find the long tailed comb, so it's the best I could come up with short of a screwdriver...and I decided I didn't want to make my scalp bleed."

Cam: "How am I supposed to use this budget material and get a good result??!"

Ryan: "God damn!" *THEUNG! THEUNG! THEUNG!* (or whatever other spelling for loud gun noises you can come up with)

Cam: *laughing* "That sounds SO cool Ryan!"

Me: *Talking through hair* "How's it looking? Have you managed to get everything? What about this bit?"

Cam: "Stop moving Mum! How can I do this if you continue to move??"

Ryan: "SHIT!!"

Me: "Oi, stop that! Just harden up and shoot more Ryan!"

Ryan: "It's a TANK!!"

Me: "Oh My God"...rushing back to bedroom..."RUN DARLING RUN!!!"

Cam: "Mum! Get back here!"

God knows what I'm going to be up against tomorrow night, but come on...*snort*...piece of cake!