Tuesday November 03, 2009
what’s hot and what’s not
Lying on the dirt taking ‘vegetable-eye-view’ photos. This is what a rainbow chard sees:
-Isel Greta Jane She’s clever, she’s very lovely in real life (I met her briefly at Craft 2.0) and as soon as she starts selling her art online, I’m going to buy something!
Homemade rhubarb cordial - so pink, so yum.
Fireworks! Wee hee!
Getting those winter-white toes out of boots and prettying them up with new bright red nail-polish! There you are, strangers.
This site makes me laugh until I cry. I’m driving Fraser nuts at the moment saying ‘have you seen the latest post on regretsy?’. It is one of the only blogs where the comments are totally worth reading, too. Regretsy commenters are mean but very funny. Oh, and the panda mask? I submitted that one.
Coloured footless tights under floral frocks - my new uniform.
November is ‘novel writing month’! Go here to see the full details of this challenge. I’m doing it alongside two girl mates and two boy mates and so far, the girls are kicking arse with a combined 18, 000 words, the boys have written a mere 3, 000.
Light springy soups - clear broths with tender aspargus spears added just before serving - YUM.
Christmas shopping in November. I do this every year so I can avoid town in December. I can’t be doing with that panicked binge-buying energy that goes on in town as it gets closer to the 25th...*shudder*
My geeky book group - we only read classic novels - I am reading ‘Bleak House’ by Charles Dickens at the moment. I would never have picked it up spontaneously, so I’m glad to be ‘encouraged’ to read it by my nerdy book-club peers.
Period pain. It’s been said before, but if males had to go through this there would be three days compulsory paid sick leave per month. Women are staunch. (Ouch! *sob*)
Drinking too much. Don’t do it. It makes you poor, chubby and zitty. (Makes mental note to de-tox and think of better ways to cope with stress...)
The way hundreds of NZers flock to see (put name of overseas best-selling pot-boiler novelist here) and yet many awesome local writers struggle to get audiences of around 20 or so.
Library fines. Even though I can renew online and the library sends me email reminders two days before my books are due - I always have fines. How? Why?
Christmas parades. Ugh.
Weeds. Yeah, I know, they are just “plants growing somewhere we don’t want them” yada yada hippy nonsense - but the dock, the convulvulus, the onion weed and the buttercup in my garden is more than just a visitor, straying where it’s not wanted - it’s more like a hardcore anarchist squatter with a legal background and some serious skills in locksmithery. Which is to say
no matter what I do to it - it is always here - strangling my garlic and crowding out my herbs. *hate*
Mean people. Mean people suck. Someone (a grown up person who should have known better) was very mean to my son recently. I hope someone much bigger & scarier than him is mean to him - see how he likes it.
The way the post office staff always tut and say “No postal code. It could delay arrival...blah blah blah...” Yes, yes, but the person wot I am sending this to, didn’t give me their postal code, OK??? & yes, I could have looked it up on the internet, but in between getting the kids ready for school and answering panicked student emails and doing laundry and cleaning up the kitchen this morning...I didn’t quite get to it, so could you just perhaps DEAL with it and not give me the evil post-shop lady eye???