I love nothing more than the ‘oh fuck’ moment when you realise you’ve done something really really bad (to a help desk person that means ‘stupid’) with technology.

Bec – missed your call as I was at my desk for a sum total of 1hr42mins today – God Bless meeting days I say – not every day, but some days, it is nice to not really do work… if you get my drift (as we all know a day of meetings equals a bazillion hours of resultant work)

We have been completely stuck in a pasta glut of late – your cumin adventures/revelation make me feel a bit embarrassed about our lack of creativity in the meal department of late. Then Chef bought the CSIRO diet book – dare I say it, it is very good – in that there are recipes – no, real recipes, not something like Weight Watchers in which every recipe involves spray oil – something I have a near religious objection to.

Food is still not really doing it for me and you know, after 34 weeks of not cutting it I am a little cranky about it. I reckon I’m incubating a girl because a boy just wouldn’t give this sort of grief (I ate like a HORSE with both the boys pregnancies) over such an extended period of time.

I had a midwife checkup tonight – you can rest assured there was no discussion of the VVs or pelvic congestion. Wheyhey. I could venture into the delights of raging antibiotic induced thrush but will save that for Obgynorama. But as that seems to be on the wane there is someone who was obviously out of practice walking around with shaggers back today and for once, it wasn’t me!

The Blog as a Duck

Calm, purposeful and complete when viewed from above water, and, well, you know what’s going on underneath…

The good news is, when you screw up your courage (after getting mouse-cramp from individually re-publishing 50 of 165 lost posts) and hit the “Republish Entire Blog” button, it actually republishes the entire blog, just like that.

This is one of those times I hate being a digital visitor rather than a digital native. I think: if only I understood more of the technical stuff behind the internet works. Then I think: bugger that, if only Blogger had better FAQs none of this panic would have happened in the first place.


ps – Kim, if you get my panic voice mail, you can ignore it now…

Cumin soon: my new favourite thing

I’m having a bit of a thing with cumin at the moment.

Powdered cumin, that is, not the seeds, which I also love, especially toasted as part of the spice mix with coriander and turmeric that turns into sweet potato soup… but I digress. Spring is in the air, the jasmine is flowering and I am, like, SO totally over soup.

So, to cumin, which is appearing at least once a week in our house simply rubbed all over a lightly oiled pork fillet or chicken breast or lamb backstraps (gush: is there nothing cumin can’t do?) and then cooked in the trusty grill pan.

The cumin gives a fantastic light crusty brown when the meat is cooked and the flavour is just right: not too subtle, not too strong.

Bit of lemon over the top and cous cous or lentils mixed with diced tomato, coriander, mint and spring onions underneath.

Outstanding leftover potential, virtuous eating and looks extremely impressive on the plate. Such a nice change from re-heating pasta and cheese for the short people.

Guess what? I got my Me back.


The Evil Twin: Part Two

Rustling noises from the lounge room. Someone says,”That doesn’t fit inside the vacuum cleaner”. Someone says, “Was that scary enough for you, Chloe?”. Someone says, “My turn!”.
Someone else says, “NO! MY turn”. Someone bigger than both of them screams, “NO MORE TURNS, it’s DANGEROUS!!”

I’m still here in the dark, with my laptop, and my .22

If it’s too dangerous for the seven-year-old it’s sure as hell too scary for me.

The sound of a scuffle. Some bickering. I call the protagonist in.

She comes.

ME: What’s the problem?

Evil Twin: I say day tan’t hab dis. holds out small packet of plastic widgets.

ME: Why can’t they have it Clo?

ET: hands on hips, knees bending on alternate syllables BEtos it’s DAN-jrous

ME: so you took it away from them

ET: Yes.

ME: and you brought it to me?

ET: Yes.

ME: And now it’s safe?

ET: Yes, and day in BIG TROUBLE.

ME: You want me to get them in Big Trouble?

ET: YES! looking delighted the dim adult has finally got the point.

ME: If you keep pulling the laptop cord out of the back like that YOU’RE going to be in Big Trouble.

ET: sighing. Oooooo-Kaaaaay.



ps – further to the upside of the Evil Twin: she took a chickenpox vaccine needle in the thigh yesterday, watched it the whole time and didn’t flinch. Now even the doctor is scared.

In about five minutes, we’re gonna start eatin’ each other

The effort of blow drying my [unwashed for five days] hair this morning nearly made me puke from exhaustion so I fell back into bed and failed to phone in to work to say I definitely would not be there. Again.

Instead, I fired up the laptop so I could see how much I was being missed and since my inbox was full of free Google news alerts (because we’re too cheap to pay for REAL media monitoring) that all related to bizarre Nigerian school scandals and a request from reception to find the missing laminator, I figure the world of work is safe without Super-Me for just one more day. Maybe two.

Besides, I have a doctor’s certificate for today, and there’s nothing worse than wasting a perfectly good sanctioned sick day by going back to work sooner than your doctor thought you would.

Meantime, while I showered and blow-dried and logged-on and blogged, my poxy children have taken over the lounge room and kitchen and turned it into the Noo Or-lee-ans Super Dome.

They have spread the lounge cushions all over the floor as makeshift bedding; they’re using beach towels as blankets; the big ones are ganging up on the little one and someone just yelled “Who stole the bread?”

The president keeps promising me the National Guard, but until they get here I am staying in my bed with my laptop, my sultanas and my .22

The real tragedy is that this Third World devastation could all have been prevented if I’d only acted on my normal emergency plan and put the remote control somewhere they could reach it. As it is, all they are left with is the educational programs on ABC and they’ve been forced to employ their native ingenuity.

Oh, the humanity!


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