The World According To Me

The nori-roll experiment was successful. It was only after we finished wolfing them down that I thought there perhaps should have been photographs taken to be produced as evidence for blogging purposes. I made them with yellow capsicum, cucumber, carrot, avocado and smoked salmon. YUM. And in spite of my fears and perhaps due to a bit more focus than I applied the last time I tried to make them (3+ years, mind) they came out nice and firm and didn't fall apart. I was pleased with myself. Score!

The 3rd annual Australia Day party is happening this weekend, so very excited! The e-mail invite reads, in part:

"At a time when the very word "Australia" sparks riots on the sub continent, fear on P&O cruise ships and hatred in sushi restaurants across Japan, we intend to provide a back yard that makes that all seem like a Wiggles concert"

Last year's party was such a cracker that to say I'm apprehensive about this one backing up would be an understatement.

Also, is it wrong to purchase a blue chesty bonds singlet to wear? IS IT?

So much to do, and so little motivation time. We have lawns to mow, vodka jelly shots to make, cocktails to mix, gas bottles to fill. We have people coming from afar and no concrete solutions for their sleeping arrangements, aside from getting everyone boozed up enough so that they simply sleep where they fall.

ALSO, Nip/Tuck is back on! Excitement! I love that show, although am a bit cross about the timeslot it has been allocated. Who can stay up til 10.30pm on a Monday eve? Well me, if I prepare myself.


/ramble.

I realise that I have failed to provide an adequate update as to my date escapades prior to Christmas. By my omission you will most likely have (correctly) assumed that I am not currently in the throes of new love, but you don't know the reasons why.

And, quite frankly, either do I.

The story (in bullet points) is;

• The First Date went really well. We had drinks, dinner and more drinks. I behaved myself, we got along well. He is quite shy. Conversation was easy, and unusually stimulating. He suggested teaching me how to play golf. I agreed that this would be a good idea.

• Realising that it was quite close to Christmas and golf is only viable on a weekend when the weather is under 35 degrees, together with advice from various peeps that I should do such things as "gently prod" (Pomgirl) and "Get amongst it" (my friend Si), we had our second date a week later.

• We met for drinks first, then went to see a film. He was more relaxed, as was I. Afterwards he walked me to my car which was rather gentlemanly, and he went in for THE PASH. It was just like the movies, and very cute. We both agreed that we wouldn't catch up again prior to Christmas as it was too busy a time however he said he would organise the golf thing. Sweet.

• Christmas day I sent him a "Merry Christmas" text message. He replied in a similar manner.

• Nada.

• Nada.

• Kymmy gets cross.

• Nada.

• Kymmy gets a wee bit livid.

• Nada

• Facebook message from him last week saying, 'Hey, long time no hear from. How was your festive season?" Turns out he is in Melbourne for a month working for his brother or some such thing. I replied in a succinct but friendly manner.

• Nada.

WTF?

I don't understand what the story is and at this point in time I've sort of lost the desire to know.

All I ask is where have manners gone?

Onwards and upwards etc (but he was very nice).

I am, however, thankful that;

It's an obligatory activity for me to make New Years Resolutions which invariably include giving up smoking, getting skank-ho skinny, not drinking coffee and saving money. Each year I tell myself that I will give up the things that constitute my life's little pleasures - eating, drinking, smoking and spending coin. So this year, I have decided to try a different tack and resolve to do things which will make me happy, instead of those which are really just too hard and will potentially turn me surly for an extended period of time. Also, there is an increased possibility of me actually achieving my goals, which would be a first, and I would be immeasurably proud.

Thus;

1. I will become an expert at making nori rolls (all helpful hints welcome).
2. I will start to learn a new language.
3. I will drink more tea of a herbal variety.

Also - will become skank-ho skinny. Somehow.

For now, that's about it.



My Christmas break was rather awesome. I am pretty much anti-Christmas but this year was good and I actually enjoyed it without having to fake it too much. I had to do the early morning wake-up and drive to my mum's place in Castlemaine at stupid o'clock. I was about 15 minutes from arriving and, to be honest, had a bit of a heavy heart about the day ahead. I lived in the Castlemaine area for a while as a youngster and I suddenly remembered how, each Christmas morning, there was a Santa who would be driven around in the back of a ute, handing out bags of lollies and icy-poles to all the local kids. I think it was something to do with the Lions Club, but I can't be sure. You could hear him ringing his bell from half a kilometre away, and you'd run out into the road in your jarmies, still high from opening your presents, with a can of beer stolen from the fridge to exchange for the half melted icy-pole and bag of lollies. It was so bloody Aussie, and an absolute highlight for me. I hadn't thought about it for years and wondered if it still happened. Lo and behold, I rounded the corner and there was Santa, in the back of his ute, clinging on with one hand and ringing his bell with the other! As we passed eachother I waved madly and grinned like an idiot. It sounds stupid, but seeing that it still happened really lifted my spirits. I collected my mum and sister, then my Grandparents, and we drove down to Melbourne to spend the day with my Aunty, Uncle and 3 genetically freaky model-like cousins. It was really nice. I stayed with mum on Christmas night and we reconnected a little. We've had a bit of a tough year, mum and I.

After Christmas there was unfortunately only one day spent watching the Test, which was far, far less than I had planned. Went camping for a few days and got the weirdest sunburn but enjoyed spending a lot of time in my special inflatable tube (complete with head-rest and can holder plus can-reserve for extra cans. It is wondrous) floating on the river. I am very much into camping right now. Lucy was a little swimming machine and the day after we got home she was limping around as though she'd just done four RPM classes in a row. I think sometimes she forgets that she's almost 56 in human years. The mind is willing but the body, etc.

Was in Melbourne for NYE, at the Belgian Beer Café swimming in my own sweat and desperately trying to replace lost fluids with the bubbly kind. We went into the city afterwards and drank more at dodgy pubs and got kebabs and a taxi home, which is apparently a miraculous event.

I am back at work now and feel as though I need a break after my break. I'm tired. The heat here is bordering on oppressive and it is confirmed that I am definitely not built for summer. Nevermind, the air-conditioning in our house is a cracker and I am so thankful for it. And otherwise I am in an office which is releasing many, many black balloons into the air….

I do hope everyone also had a lovely Christmas break. Here's to a phenomenal 2008.

Chin chin!