Stolen from Kate @ Moment to Moment

Too good not to steal...

If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, please post a comment with a completely made up and fictional memory of you and me. It can be anything you want - good or bad - but it has to be fake.

When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) by what people don't actually remember about you.

Kate's blog is Moment to Moment @ http://blinkandyoullmissit.typepad.com/momenttomoment

(apologies for not remembering how to do links)

Juicy, My Arse

While trolling through Ebay, cause i'm really bored. Lucky i'm not pregges or i'd popping a few pills just for something to do. I found this, now call me a puritan but JUICY LOVE is about the last thing i want printed across my arse. Ok there are a few less desirable words out there, but i think i'm turning into a grandmother (not a cool one like Rob's, she is 99 and flew to Las Vegas from Santa Barabra last week for 4 days, probably to get lickered up and flirt with boys...) but a grumpy old biddy with 15 cats and laments the decline of society.
Its in the sportswear section, though i am the one whose shorts are held up with a safety pin, which in last nights boxing class came undone while i was flopping around trying to do pushups.
So maybe i need some juicy arse, though somehow i think i will still look less like a tool with safetypinned shorts....

Are you for 86?

Well now, this really is waving the sarcasm banner, but i reckon it's pretty darn good all the same.

Right, start the debate ... Now!

ahhhh the day of flowers!

I was reading Miss Krins post about what's changed for her in the last ten years. It go me thinking about my last ten years and how I've changed.
Because this is an age of sharing your thoughts on the net and now that I have the power (wah-ah-ah) here goes;

• I am no longer at Uni in Brisbane becoming more and more disenchanted with the whole thing. (dropped out halfway through '96)
• I now do admin type stuff for a living instead of all things theatrical.
• I have found the SCA and discovered a love for wearing ginormous dresses.
• I've discovered I can sew aforementioned dresses.
• I managed to find a partner that has lasted longer (way way longer) than 6months.
• I've changed my mind on the whole "I don't want to have children" thing and even succesfully (so far) had a child.
• I've learnt that generally people don't hate you, they just don't care. It sounds quite harsh but it's true. It's a lot nicer to realise that than to be so worried that some random person you see once a year hates you. Most likely they don't know you well enough to have an opinion.
• I've been overseas and want to do it again. Just need MrNws dad to move to another country and fly us over again
• I've felt more sadness and happiness than I think should be allowed.
• I no longer play catch-up with the drinking at parties. I'm also now a remarkably cheap drunk after being pregnant.
• I've become a lot happier about being me.
• I still don't feel like a grown-up despite being in my late late twenties. I'm sure it'll happen after I'm thirty. (yeah right)

That's my musings for the morning.

Harry's most boring incoherent post ever.

Dear Speedy,
I have learned how to make a dessert.
It is Summer Berry Compote with Coniessure(sp?) icecream.
It is possibly the yummiest thing ever.
After Maya Stange, of course.
Oh, and Natalie Portman in EpisodeII after the beasty rips off half her top.
And whoever it was who played Mrs Carpenter the librarian in Buffy whom Giles falls for and then gets killed by Angelus; and used to be a dancer with Prince and was apparently the inspiration for the song 'Raspberry Beret'. The Summer Berry Compote had Raspberries in it (and blueberries and strawberries) but I don't think I'd be putting it on her head. And I could test out how accurate, in the flesh, the superlative "a belly made for melting icecream on" [which was made with reference to that belly dancing pop-star from a few years back] really is. I'm thinking: lots.

I can't think of a title for this post

If anyone wasn't watching the cricket last night and possibly watched *ahem* Ghost Whisperer, I'd ah, really appreciate it if you could put in comments what happened. Thanks. (slinks away highly embarrased by hopeful).

However, for those of you who watched the cricket like me, wasn't Gilchrist on fire! I did wonder if Katich was going to fall over from exhaustion though. He looked pretty well done in at the end. Great century though.

Pig sitting

Tops and I are looking after Meg's guinea pigs for 2 weeks and we haven't managed to kill them yet. Mind you, we still have a few days.

I'm not sure that I can say that there has been much bonding happening, but they do have their appeal. It's sort of like watching brownian motion - watching pigs flee in random directions... or maybe it's a bit like the Heisenburg uncertainty principle - except you can't know where the brain cell is or what it's going to do.

The pigs now recognise us as a source of food. There are many excited squeaks when I get home from work. There are even paws up on the side of the cage to beg for food. Of course, when you actually approach with the food, all pigs scurry away to the far end of the cage in fear.

Mama is the bravest and usually comes out to inspect the food first. Mr Chef is a big wussbag and will always come out last for food. This is probably why he is the smallest. But he makes up for this by grabbing the largest piece of food he can find and then runs back under cover to eat. Lily and Mia have their moments but I haven't seen any noteworthy behaviour from them. The crunching sound as they eat is amazing. They eat with a great dedication to chomping as muhc as they can as fast as they can.

It is most amusing watching guinea pig football. This is a game where there is one piece of vegetable that is highly prized for some reason and you get to see one pig grab the food and dash, only to have it stolen by another pig who runs it to another corner of the cage, etc, etc.

The foods of choice in order appear to be lettuce, carrot, capsicum, tomato and apple. Eggplant and cauliflour were also edible, but there just wasn't the same level of pig frenzy. And grass is always popular.

The pigs have been entertaining in their own way, but I don't think I could bond with an animal I can't pat. Well, you can pat the pigs, but they run and squeal when you try to catch them, struggle lots and then finally go rigid in fear. This makes me feel really guilty.

Amusing to watch, but they only love me when I bring food...