Make my Day

I wouldn't mess with this pup.

The Scowly Teen has a work day for raising funds for the school today. Haha, she is working at the Day Care Centre she used to attend as a georgeous wee cherub. When I left her this morning I think she was thinking of running after me, clutching my leg and begging me not to leave her there - why? Her first task was to dry some dishes! I smirked my way to the car feeling 6ft tall and bullet proof!

The weather is now cold - laugh all you want. We have semi-naked trees in the back yard and a red/gold carpet of leaves from here to next week. It does look beautiful but the Limping Cat has a bit of bother hopping her way through it all. Not much of an improvement with Daisy unfortunately and I sense a bigger Vet bill coming soon. The Stud maintains a bullet would be cheaper. Yeah fine, let him explain that one to the kids.

Our Government delivered their budget over night. I still haven't quite worked out the logic behind giving those in the HIGH earning bracket a huge tax cut compared to those in the lower. Perhaps they are scared that those on $20,000 a year or less will just squander their money on frivilous things like food and clothing for their kids - best to give them $14 per week more and let those on $80,000 or more have an extra $50 odd eh? Yeah, right.

Dumb things I have heard today

"This toilet seat has a crack in it" Well, d'oh!

(While trying to open a door, with both hands full of files) "Do you need help with that door?"

"Oh its cold in here, are the heaters on?"

Is it national stupid day or am I just a grumpy old tart today?

Now, and possibly as an answer to that last question, I have just remembered that I was going to post a Tuesday Tipple (are you off that wagon yet, RB?)....if you take 1 ounce of vodka, 2 tsp light rum (Bacardi), 2 tsp lemon juice and 1 tsp grenadine and shake it all together with ice, then strain it into a champagne glass you have got yourself a GRAND DUCHESS. Salut!

Here kitty kitty

What is it about having a few extra rubles in the bank that makes something happen? Something designed to wrestle those extra few pesos from aforementioned bank account?

Cue - Saturday morning. OK, I did have a teensy hangover (Bubbly I have found your Sting) but did I really need to see our wee moggy Daisy LIMPING up the drive 3 hours late for breakfast? Now, on any other day I could understand her lateness - why rush for reconstituted horses arse - but this day, being Saturday she is usually without fail hanging about with the other two furlined freeloders yowling at the door. It is MY day for being late up y'see, not hers.

This day I was heading off for some retail therapy with the Scowly Teen, and there limped up Daisy. Granted, she is very cute. However, cute didn't cut it with the after hours vet. Money cut it with the after hours vet. If Daisy had arrived home a half hour sooner our own vet would have been available. So far, all we have had to stump up for has been the consult, the pain medication and the antibitotics....Xray pending, but waiting to see how she goes for this week. Apparently, cats are very good hypochondriacs. She clearly has some nasty bruising to her leg (do cats have knees? The vet called it her knee but I remain to be convinced on this one).

Then, as if the cats fleecing behaviour was an omen, our beloved thugby team let us down badly - they should have all rung in sick, played like they all had tits for hands.

Maybe next week will be all beer and skittles eh? Must be Monday.

Who nose?

Look, I am wafting in and out of the latest series of Robin Hood (you know, the impossible one with the modern-ish clothes and smouldering Sir Guy...) and honestly, have you ever seen a programme so full of people who should NEVER be filmed in profile??
Forget the leiderhosen-legged parriers of the green, check out their snozzes. Dr Seuss couldn't draw better. The recent episode here (ok, we are way behind you in the UK) was when Robin took a potion made by "Jack" to pretend he was dead (erk, been done before)...and thats when I noticed ze snozfest of yore. Marian's snout, pert tho' it may seem, has obviously had a thump or two in its time. "Allan A Dale" could possibly be related to the Child Catcher from Chitty Chitty Bang Bang.
Have a look for yerselfs, am I wrong? I jest nose I ain't.

Friday is Fish day, right?

Well, that might be right but I really don't think they thought this one through.....

Sunday

Ah, my favourite tea cup. My older brother bought this for me for my 16th birthday - quite a few teas ago! It is the best cup ever. I can't believe how well it has travelled over the years, considering the number of times I have shifted it is amazing it hasnb't been broken before now. I love it. And the tea tastes the best from it.
I collect teapots. There. I've said it. I collect teapots. Some gather dust and others, like this one, get to see the light of day almost every Sunday.
My 10 year old insisted on me buying these shoes - Dr Who Shoes she tells me. As for me, they are very much like the "bata bullets" I used to wear aged about 12.
A style statement (or argument perhaps) at the recent Armageddon Expo. My 10 year old (Shoes as above) was very disappointed with the Dr Who corner, she claimed she could have done better and I honestly don't doubt it. If any of you know how to contact the Good Dr, please let him know he has an ardent fan down here.

And her mother ain't all that bad either.

I had a weak moment at an album shop recently - splashed out and bought a Trini Lopez album for $5.00. Ah, the smell of nostalgia. You can all count yourselves lucky I haven't worked out how to post YouTube stuff on here yet!!

Alfred Hitchcock at the supermarket

No, this hasn't been photoshopped or printed in black and white. This was our sky at 2pm this afternoon. Not long afterwards it hailed and rained and was generally a tad unpleasant!!

I had today off and was able to keep the fire going and drinking tea, while dispensing advice to the kids about how they should behave. I have also decided to get back into KNITTING. EEK. My Scowly Teen also wants to knit herself a scarf. Hoorah. Let's see what sort of argument we can turn that small task into eh? Phew, it was exhausting enough being a teenager once already...now I have to do it all over again but with more sense. No fair.

I give up!

OK, I will surrender to winter. (Happy, OC?) I will trundle out the flannelette sheets, the wooly sox and the hat and scarf BUT I WILL NOT find a wincyette nightie. Never. You can also be thankful for that as I would have had to post a photo of me wearing the aforementioned attire. Phew. And I could NEVER compete with Laura's!

I took the above photo in the park next door to our place, and then decided to "play" with it in black and white instead of the rusty auburn nature statement that we have an abundance of at the moment.

I have also decided to share with you my favourite winter's night tipple :-

It's called "December Tea" as I think it is from the northern hemisphere originally. Anyway, it is a fruity sweet punch.

1 scant cup honey (we use Manuka)
1 quart hot, black tea
1 and 1/4 cups orange-flavoured liqeuer (Cointreau works for me, infact to hell with it, have a few sips while you're making the December Tea)
juice of 2 lemons
juice of 2 oranges
1 tspn ground cinnamon
1 cup of whipped cream (don't worry if you make too much, I'm sure there are other uses for left over whipped cream - maybe follow that up in another post!!)

Dissolve the honey in the tea, stirring all the time. Add the orange liqeuer, lemon and orange juices. Heat the punch, stirring and do not let it boil. Divide the punch into glasses (10 roughly, if you have well-mannered mates) and top each glass with whipped cream.

Slurp!