Assor' ed

That title is "assorted", as if said by Robbie Williams.
Please adjust your British regional accent to match.

Well, it's been a messy week here in the home, but I was too busy hoping Robbie would notice me to comment. We've had:

- a projectile vomit on my new painted wall/blackboard. Followed by another kersplat on the floor below it. I was most impressed no soft furnishings were involved, and that the floors needed a good clean anyway. Poor bubby - apparently there's a bit of a virus about town and a few of his little friends had been poorly too.

- so yesterday.
Marinated chicken wings all day, and went out to pull weeds.
Washed the bedlinen and a bird poo'ed on a sheet as it dried on the line. Came inside and felt something wet beneath my foot. Cat vomit. Immediately I turn to look at the rug in the nearby next room, as cats just *love* to vomit on comfortable surrounds. Spy two big ones right by my son's trainset ( lucky, he's having a rest, and the vommie is fresh ). So I clean that all up and go back outside to weed.
The chicken wings are now in the oven and the house is smelling like honey, ginger, garlic and soy - YUM !

- Chicken wings almost done, I come inside to do one last turn before they're done. ( I'll just mention here I hate my dodgy wall oven, and we've had some near misses in the past .. ) Well today was the day, and something went wrong, and all of a sudden a hot dish of sticky chicken was sliding out at me too fast, and I didn't have my mitts on - just a pair of tongs and a teatowel. I tried to save with the teatowel, but it was too hot, and I knew I just had to RUN, or suffer 3rd degree burns to my breasts and hands.

It was all sooooooo lucky.. the boy was not at my heels, and I got out of the way fast enough. Next thing, my kitchen is covered in hot chicken, sticky sauce and glass shards. K'blammo. Sticky sauce up all the cupboards, my pants ( white, typical ), under the dishwasher, etc, etc.

Sigh.

At least I got it all out of the way before Xmas.
Should be a hassle-free day !

AND, i'm so grateful it was nothing worse. Could have been. I mean, it's not the first time i've had to have something glass-like extracted from my eye... lucky I am .. lucky, lucky, lucky ... and considering how fast that burning hot chicken-lava cooled on the tiles, i'm imaging it would be the equivalent of throwing boiling plastic on my boobies. Um, ouch.

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Back to Robbie, and again, I love you Robbie, and I know you're a sensitive tortured artist and I love you to death and want to nurture you in my near-scarred bossom, but I read another article today that could have been written by me, it was so apt.

Please don't hate me.
Come over for dinner sometime. I'll cook ... err .. hommus !

Anyway - you can read the article here

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Today I went out shopping for wine glasses. After 11yrs of marriage ( when we originally got all our glassware ), 5 house moves, and the occasional breakage, we seem to have found ourselves left with like 3 non-matching white wine glasses. I have no idea how this happened, or when. We've got plenty of those big ol' red wine balloons, but nothing smaller.

Anyway, 3 homeware stores later, and apparently everyone 'just sold the last set, but we've got flutes' ? Um no .. but how weird is this ? Looks like i'll have to make a dreaded shopping centre trip. Bah !

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Finally, don't have babies in December.

Or don't have friends like me, I can't decide. My girlfriend ( she of the 10pound bub ) is feeding every hour, and I came home to find a Xmas card in the mail from her. I haven't even sent a 'Congratulations' card. Arrgghh !!

To be honest, I *had* planned to see her before now, and planned to do the present, kiss and card thing on the day. Looks like i'll have to rethink this tomorrow and send off a gift, as we won't be now meeting the new babe until 2007.

Which in turn reminds me I have to thank Auntie Cookie for her little gift to me. I suck, I really do. Auntie Cookie was the first 'Melbourne' blog ( and possibly the first blog ? ) I ever read that I liked.

Go buy something from her Etsy store to make me feel better - she's awfully talented, and I am a crap patron ! Go on, do my dirty work for me !!

Finally, I leave you with a pic I took last night ( after cleaning up the bird poo, the cat poo and the chicken, sauce and glass shards ). It's my Mum reading "Toy Story II" in bed with my son.

I think it's so cute, but hopefully my mum will approve. She made me take down the last pic of her I put on, as apparently she looked 'awful'.

Vanity. God knows where I get it from ?