Your downstairs neighbours are having a huge domestic, and one of the other neighbours yells over the balcony; "Shut the fuck up! People are trying to sleep!"
And it's 11:30. In the MORNING.
Monday, 9 July 2012
Sunday, 8 July 2012
Must dash - Downton Abbey is on
In order to encourage myself to achieve a personal goal and contribute more frequently to my blog, I am forcing myself to write an entry in the 2 minutes before Downton Abbey starts (any other Downton fans out there? Holla! The combination of deliciously scandalous plot lines coupled with posh accents and alabaster-skinned heroines get me squealing with delight that it's a Sunday night).
It has been hard to sit down and get started these last few weeks, mostly because I think of what could be a great idea for a blog post, and then talk myself out of it with "nah that's boring, nobody would want to read about that". Until just now, when I realised that nobody actually reads my blog, so it doesn't matter! So for tonight's thriller, you get a description of what is going on in the Ladies' household right now as I type on my computer.
*Rustling and giggling from the little lady's bedroom as Mr Lady deftly changes a surprise pooey nappy in the dark without removing little lady from her cot and trying to be as un-interesting as possible so as to keep sleep environment as boring and unstimulating as possible*
LL: Washhat? WassshaAAT?
ML: The fan.
LL: Fan. Faaaan. FAAAAAAAN (excitedly and with giggles). Funny!
Now, while I may have failed to entertain you with this post, Mr Lady clearly did not fail to entertain little lady with his monotonous and monosyllabic answer to the question of "What's that?". And indeed, little lady is very easily entertained. Which is why I choose to hang out with her. All the time. She's like the friend that always gets your hilarious jokes. And the humour in ceiling fans spinning round in the dark. Now, I'm off to spend time with my other Lady (of the Grantham variety).
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| Yes she still sleeps in the portacot |
Saturday, 9 June 2012
Get 'Em to the Greek (Glenti)
The fabulous thing about living in Darwin in the dry season, is that there are loads of fabulous events for two Ladies of Leisure to attend. We managed to drag Mr Lady along to this one, the Greek Glenti, with promise of tasty Greek food.
While he loaded Little Lady into the car with somewhat of a huff, and pushed her stroller through the crowds and through the grass with discernible excessive vigor (making a swift wide berth of the live Dora show), once one of those tasty tasty TASTY fresh gyros was in his hand, pout-and-frown turned into a smile and a spring in his step.
But enough about my husband (anyone else's significant other get that hunger rage? I believe its called hangry?!). We had fun at the Glenti. The location could not have been better - Darwin's Esplanade could be the perfect backdrop to almost any event. The sheer number of people attending the event (2.5% of the city's population is of Greek heritage, and Greek is one of the most common languages spoken here after English) led to a great, festive atmosphere - both the Mr and I commented we would have loved to come back and hang out at night and toddler free - it kind of reminded me of an Oktoberfest, but more family-friendly and with better food. The parking was a little lacking (we had to do a few laps around the block) but please, don't get me started on Darwin parking - that is a whole other post.
Entry was free, vibe was great, sunset was spectacular (seriously, what is up with the sunsets here? That's probably a whole other post too...) there were rides for the kids...and me if I didn't have a kid... and did I mention the Gyros? $10 for a fresh, flavoursome wrap of lamb and garlic mouth-watery goodness. There is something surprising about eating food made so freshly and by the loving hand of somebody's Yaya - it floors you with flavour.
Sadly we didn't make it to any desserts as the Little Lady's bedtime was fast approaching, and we are on a strict budget at the moment (which doesn't stretch to flaky-honey-custardy-goodness. I like to think I'm also being body conscious and I don't want my wii fit to be disappointed in me yet again, but hells yeah I would if I could!) We had a great evening out as a family though, and even bumped into some cousins while we were there, which made it all the more fun. Don't you just love running into family? And in the spirit of the Glenti, I guess that's what being Greek is all about.
While he loaded Little Lady into the car with somewhat of a huff, and pushed her stroller through the crowds and through the grass with discernible excessive vigor (making a swift wide berth of the live Dora show), once one of those tasty tasty TASTY fresh gyros was in his hand, pout-and-frown turned into a smile and a spring in his step.
But enough about my husband (anyone else's significant other get that hunger rage? I believe its called hangry?!). We had fun at the Glenti. The location could not have been better - Darwin's Esplanade could be the perfect backdrop to almost any event. The sheer number of people attending the event (2.5% of the city's population is of Greek heritage, and Greek is one of the most common languages spoken here after English) led to a great, festive atmosphere - both the Mr and I commented we would have loved to come back and hang out at night and toddler free - it kind of reminded me of an Oktoberfest, but more family-friendly and with better food. The parking was a little lacking (we had to do a few laps around the block) but please, don't get me started on Darwin parking - that is a whole other post.
Entry was free, vibe was great, sunset was spectacular (seriously, what is up with the sunsets here? That's probably a whole other post too...) there were rides for the kids...and me if I didn't have a kid... and did I mention the Gyros? $10 for a fresh, flavoursome wrap of lamb and garlic mouth-watery goodness. There is something surprising about eating food made so freshly and by the loving hand of somebody's Yaya - it floors you with flavour.
Sadly we didn't make it to any desserts as the Little Lady's bedtime was fast approaching, and we are on a strict budget at the moment (which doesn't stretch to flaky-honey-custardy-goodness. I like to think I'm also being body conscious and I don't want my wii fit to be disappointed in me yet again, but hells yeah I would if I could!) We had a great evening out as a family though, and even bumped into some cousins while we were there, which made it all the more fun. Don't you just love running into family? And in the spirit of the Glenti, I guess that's what being Greek is all about.
Friday, 13 January 2012
Thursday, 12 January 2012
Let's try this again shall we...
Whether or not the decision to fire up the old blog again is in any way related to summer TV scheduling, or a general feeling of contentment within The Lady's household (thus removing my need to have a mess-free home to feel complete - I know, there has been a big chasm hole for a long while now), I find myself with some "spare" minutes tonight. What better way to get into the swing of things than with the very first uplosion (not a word, but sounds like it could be) of photos.
And let's not mention that pile of washing to fold... I'm blogging, ok?
Today
And let's not mention that pile of washing to fold... I'm blogging, ok?
Today
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Thursday, 21 April 2011
Ladies who Entertain
Success!
Had The Mummies over this morning and it was FUN. Good conversation, tasty homemade treats, and best of all nobody ventured out of the lounge room, which meant all that time I saved not cleaning the rest of the house was well worth it. And nobody seemed grossed out about the cat hair that no matter how hard I vacuum the rug, never seems to get sucked up. I should just buy a rug made of cat hair and be done with it. Speaking of the cat, Fats Lady, she thought the whole social event was organized in her honour and delighted in swishing her voluminous tail in the faces of the various babies scattered around the lounge room. Right now she's purring and making scones on Little Lady's best knitted blanket, loving life. Disgusting.
So, The Mummies enjoyed our homemade goods - chocolate crackles that I made in the shape of nests and put teeny speckled chocolate eggs in because I heart Easter and birdies and eggs, new life, all that. And Mr. Lady made caramel slice. He's so freaking good at making desserts...his cheesecake is outstanding, he made a chocolate mousse to die for once from lindt dark chocolate, and this caramel slice was just phenomenal. I was planning on taking credit for the slice but I'm crap at lying and I seriously have no culinary talent (what I lack in skills I make up for in creativity), so The Mummies were all like 'ooooh you've got a good one' and I was all 'yeh he's alright' and then I told him they said that, which I shouldn't have done because then he thought he could play Xbox all afternoon while Little Lady and I cleaned out the spider infested garage. Yeh, we work hard for our caramel slice.
Some good topics of conversation came up with The Mummies though. Usually it's all 'How do you' and 'What does' and 'Does yours', but we got into some real nitty gritty stuff today, less sunshine and snowflakes and more war stories. My particular favorite, for the information of those ladies who had an epidural, was the unanimous agreement that pushing the baby out feels like you are doing a massive poo.
Anyway Little Lady was excited to see all her friends downstairs when she woke up from her nap, all boys here today though and she decided pretty quickly that boys are boring and she was going to smile and laugh and charm the pants off The Mummies because she'd much rather drink water from a real glass and and have her hair played with than crawl around and poke each other in the eye.
AND we were so exhausted from being hostesses with the mostest when everyone left, that we had to have a nap on the couch in front of Oprah.
Had The Mummies over this morning and it was FUN. Good conversation, tasty homemade treats, and best of all nobody ventured out of the lounge room, which meant all that time I saved not cleaning the rest of the house was well worth it. And nobody seemed grossed out about the cat hair that no matter how hard I vacuum the rug, never seems to get sucked up. I should just buy a rug made of cat hair and be done with it. Speaking of the cat, Fats Lady, she thought the whole social event was organized in her honour and delighted in swishing her voluminous tail in the faces of the various babies scattered around the lounge room. Right now she's purring and making scones on Little Lady's best knitted blanket, loving life. Disgusting.
So, The Mummies enjoyed our homemade goods - chocolate crackles that I made in the shape of nests and put teeny speckled chocolate eggs in because I heart Easter and birdies and eggs, new life, all that. And Mr. Lady made caramel slice. He's so freaking good at making desserts...his cheesecake is outstanding, he made a chocolate mousse to die for once from lindt dark chocolate, and this caramel slice was just phenomenal. I was planning on taking credit for the slice but I'm crap at lying and I seriously have no culinary talent (what I lack in skills I make up for in creativity), so The Mummies were all like 'ooooh you've got a good one' and I was all 'yeh he's alright' and then I told him they said that, which I shouldn't have done because then he thought he could play Xbox all afternoon while Little Lady and I cleaned out the spider infested garage. Yeh, we work hard for our caramel slice.
Some good topics of conversation came up with The Mummies though. Usually it's all 'How do you' and 'What does' and 'Does yours', but we got into some real nitty gritty stuff today, less sunshine and snowflakes and more war stories. My particular favorite, for the information of those ladies who had an epidural, was the unanimous agreement that pushing the baby out feels like you are doing a massive poo.
Anyway Little Lady was excited to see all her friends downstairs when she woke up from her nap, all boys here today though and she decided pretty quickly that boys are boring and she was going to smile and laugh and charm the pants off The Mummies because she'd much rather drink water from a real glass and and have her hair played with than crawl around and poke each other in the eye.
AND we were so exhausted from being hostesses with the mostest when everyone left, that we had to have a nap on the couch in front of Oprah.
Wednesday, 20 April 2011
It's the little things.
Felt a little overwhelmed on and off today. You know those days? Those oh-my-god-I-volunteered-to-host-mothers-group-tomorrow-now-I-have-to-clean-the-whole-house-what-the-hell-was-I-thinking kind of days??
So while Little Lady was napping (I swear she's a terrible sleeper honey. Phew, it's SO much work to get her to sleep, hence my lack of time to do all that stuff I've gotta do every day and I never even get time to watch Dr Phil it's HORRIBLE) I start vacuuming, thinking:
"Gee I'm really missing Mr Lady today".
Until I get to the stash of toenails he's picked off and thrown behind the couch. Now? Not so much.
So while Little Lady was napping (I swear she's a terrible sleeper honey. Phew, it's SO much work to get her to sleep, hence my lack of time to do all that stuff I've gotta do every day and I never even get time to watch Dr Phil it's HORRIBLE) I start vacuuming, thinking:
"Gee I'm really missing Mr Lady today".
Until I get to the stash of toenails he's picked off and thrown behind the couch. Now? Not so much.
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