I baked a cake. You heard me right.
I don't tend to like cooking, at all. Don't get me wrong, I love to eat, but I never quite had the patience for making "a decent meal".
Now I'm spending most of the weekend at The Boyfriend's place, and he and his parents are all getting ready to enter things into the Bungendore Show. The Boyfriend and his dad are both entering bread, each having been handmade. The mum is entering some of her felting, and I feel for certain that she'll win. Even his sister is entering some photographs (ha ha one of them is of me, so in some way I am technically an entrant).
But this wasn't good enough for The Boyfriend.
He somehow bullied (that's right, I know you're reading this and you know it's true) me into entering a cake. As I previously mentioned, I'm not really one to cook. I will give him some credit though, he did look for a recipe for me, and made sure that he could provide all the ingredients for me. So what was I making? An orange cake of course (iced top).
After dinner was finished, he got to work with forcing me into the kitchen (kidding!). I then proceeded to follow the recipe, step-by-step, with his supervision. (I might add he's not a very good supervisor. He just barked instructions at me.) He made sure the oven was at the right temperature, and I got the baking tin ready for use. Now came the actual cake-y part (I add y to the end of words, just go with it). I read each step several times, and proceeded to follow with extreme caution.
I don't think I'll bore anyone with the specifics, just to say that it was somewhat of a success. I made it. I made a cake. And it didn't look too awful. The Boyfriend couldn't stop saying how proud of me he was. I'll admit, I liked the praise.
Anyways today was the day to take the food in to get judged. But first, my cake needed to be iced. Ok, so it looked a bit average by the time it was complete. It's all about the taste though, right? I won't find out until tomorrow how I fared. I do know there was at least three others entered in the Orange Cake category. Seems like tough competition. Let's see if I can pull through for the win. At any rate, my parents will discover tomorrow that I'd entered in a cake and will be thoroughly surprised.
For now, it's time to go back to my book
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Sisterly Love. Or Lack Thereof
Last night at training was so much fun. NOT!
Every now and again, my sisters Miss Drama and Miss Attitude butt heads and have screaming wars. I do my best to stay out of their affairs, cos hey, I love them both. Though that doesn't necessarily mean that I agree with either if them.
So here's how the evening went down.
Miss Attitude had left early for soccer training, which we do together (She plays in the premier league team, whereas I play in the reserves. But both teams train together). Anyways, she'd left early without telling me, so I had to make my own way there. I know Miss Drama had been wanting to return to the team (we've been on the same team for years, though last year was the first time she hadn't played at all), asking her if she'd like a lift in was the nice thing to do, so I headed off to her room. When I saw her, I could see she was simmering with anger.
"Miss Attitude came in here before she left for training, and told me she doesn't want me playing with her team. 'I'm the club and team captain now, the coach loves me, and I can make sure that they never let you on the team.' I don't want to go."
After a bit of coaxing on my part, I convinced Miss Drama that she should come along with me.
When we arrived at the grounds, I pulled into a park besides Miss Attitudes car. We got out, and walked to where our team mates were getting ready. Most people were sitting on the ground, pulling on socks and boots, with a few other girls sitting on the stand that was in our vicinity. That's where I saw Miss Attitude sitting. And once my coach had seen Miss Drama, he gave some welcome and such with her returning. Well he said some things in jest. It's how we roll in this team. But while that was happening Miss Attitude stood up, walked over to where she'd left her backpack, grabbed it and started walking back to the carpark. Without having said a word. The whole time I was sitting there I thought
'What she doing? She can't be serious? She's actually leaving? No way. She wouldn't be that stupid. But she's not coming back. I can't believe she just left. I can't believe it.'
At that point I had grabbed my phone out and sent a message to my dad, letting him know the stunt that she had pulled. After that, her coach pulled me aside and asked me what happened.
"Was it because of that other girl you bought?"
"Who, my other sister?"
"Yeah that girl"
"Well Miss Attitude didn't want her to come. But she's being immature. For instance, read this message."
Message from Miss Attitude
"She can't be doing that, she's club captain and it's inappropriate for her to be leaving just like that. Tell her that I'll call her later tonight."
After that, once the training had started, the other girls kept coming up to me wanting to know where Miss Attitude had gone. That was so much fun. And yeah, just before we got to training I teared up a little, but I blame that on my hormones. My coach was kind to me about it. Telling me that family is family, and no matter what, you're stuck with them. Lol and also that you love them.
I was so embarrassed, as was Miss Drama. On the way back to the car she was wishing that she'd never had come. And yeah, being the good dutiful family member that I am, told her otherwise.
I'm glad that that's over with for the time being. I don't know what's happened yet, but will wait until the next training to find out. There's only so much of my sisters feud that I can take.
And one last thing. My left eyelid is twitching. Fun time ahead
Every now and again, my sisters Miss Drama and Miss Attitude butt heads and have screaming wars. I do my best to stay out of their affairs, cos hey, I love them both. Though that doesn't necessarily mean that I agree with either if them.
So here's how the evening went down.
Miss Attitude had left early for soccer training, which we do together (She plays in the premier league team, whereas I play in the reserves. But both teams train together). Anyways, she'd left early without telling me, so I had to make my own way there. I know Miss Drama had been wanting to return to the team (we've been on the same team for years, though last year was the first time she hadn't played at all), asking her if she'd like a lift in was the nice thing to do, so I headed off to her room. When I saw her, I could see she was simmering with anger.
"Miss Attitude came in here before she left for training, and told me she doesn't want me playing with her team. 'I'm the club and team captain now, the coach loves me, and I can make sure that they never let you on the team.' I don't want to go."
After a bit of coaxing on my part, I convinced Miss Drama that she should come along with me.
When we arrived at the grounds, I pulled into a park besides Miss Attitudes car. We got out, and walked to where our team mates were getting ready. Most people were sitting on the ground, pulling on socks and boots, with a few other girls sitting on the stand that was in our vicinity. That's where I saw Miss Attitude sitting. And once my coach had seen Miss Drama, he gave some welcome and such with her returning. Well he said some things in jest. It's how we roll in this team. But while that was happening Miss Attitude stood up, walked over to where she'd left her backpack, grabbed it and started walking back to the carpark. Without having said a word. The whole time I was sitting there I thought
'What she doing? She can't be serious? She's actually leaving? No way. She wouldn't be that stupid. But she's not coming back. I can't believe she just left. I can't believe it.'
At that point I had grabbed my phone out and sent a message to my dad, letting him know the stunt that she had pulled. After that, her coach pulled me aside and asked me what happened.
"Was it because of that other girl you bought?"
"Who, my other sister?"
"Yeah that girl"
"Well Miss Attitude didn't want her to come. But she's being immature. For instance, read this message."
Message from Miss Attitude
"She can't be doing that, she's club captain and it's inappropriate for her to be leaving just like that. Tell her that I'll call her later tonight."
After that, once the training had started, the other girls kept coming up to me wanting to know where Miss Attitude had gone. That was so much fun. And yeah, just before we got to training I teared up a little, but I blame that on my hormones. My coach was kind to me about it. Telling me that family is family, and no matter what, you're stuck with them. Lol and also that you love them.
I was so embarrassed, as was Miss Drama. On the way back to the car she was wishing that she'd never had come. And yeah, being the good dutiful family member that I am, told her otherwise.
I'm glad that that's over with for the time being. I don't know what's happened yet, but will wait until the next training to find out. There's only so much of my sisters feud that I can take.
And one last thing. My left eyelid is twitching. Fun time ahead
Thursday, January 27, 2011
The Delights of Junk Mail
I've been receiving quite a bit of junk mail in the past few months, both with my work email and my personal email.
I've been finding some of it quite amusing and entertaining. Most of it appears to be of the same thing: "Hey, haven't seen you in a while. Here's how you can work from home. I made $$$ in this many days!"
Though occasionally there's one that goes a bit longer, and doesn't make any sense. Take this example:
"I just pulled $266 in just a short time just working at home! Check it out at -. You will thank me!
ear, but he chose rather to let me hold him in my hand during our
that I received it as a thing wholly new, and scarcely to be I said it was perfectly heartless of you, under the circumstances. That is a very different thing.
This one is my personal favourite:
"havn't heard from you in a second! This news Post @ Daily Mailfollowed it step by step, and now i made 954$ in about four days. keep in touch man!
me ill offices to his master. That minister had always been myI remember, one morning, when Glumdalclitch had set me in a box
the long, sharp, canine teeth showed out strangely. He answered. I write this now as I am not sleepy, though must try again."
Ahh that one made me laugh a lot when I first read it!
But gone are the days when I received junk mail about penis enlargements and weight loss. No loss though, I'm having enough fun reading the current quirky emails
I've been finding some of it quite amusing and entertaining. Most of it appears to be of the same thing: "Hey, haven't seen you in a while. Here's how you can work from home. I made $$$ in this many days!"
Though occasionally there's one that goes a bit longer, and doesn't make any sense. Take this example:
"I just pulled $266 in just a short time just working at home! Check it out at -
ear, but he chose rather to let me hold him in my hand during our
that I received it as a thing wholly new, and scarcely to be I said it was perfectly heartless of you, under the circumstances. That is a very different thing.
This one is my personal favourite:
"havn't heard from you in a second! This news Post @ Daily Mail
me ill offices to his master. That minister had always been myI remember, one morning, when Glumdalclitch had set me in a box
the long, sharp, canine teeth showed out strangely. He answered. I write this now as I am not sleepy, though must try again."
Ahh that one made me laugh a lot when I first read it!
But gone are the days when I received junk mail about penis enlargements and weight loss. No loss though, I'm having enough fun reading the current quirky emails
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Australia Day
January 26th. Australia Day
For me this means a day off from work, which I have been enjoying so far. Got up late, read part of my book, and have been sitting in the lounge room with The Boyfriend, Baby Sis and occasionally Miss Drama, alternating between watching The Office (American version), reading and cruising the internet.
It's also been quite hot and we've all felt like melting into the furniture.
I feel a little like I'm not doing my part of "being Australian". Have I had any: lamingtons? No. Pavlova? No. Meat pies or sausage rolls? Nope.
But that doesn't mean I can't enjoy the day any way that I can. Later tonight I will be going to see Black Swan with The Boyfriend and all my sisters. Can't wait.
And now, off to get some food. I'm starved
For me this means a day off from work, which I have been enjoying so far. Got up late, read part of my book, and have been sitting in the lounge room with The Boyfriend, Baby Sis and occasionally Miss Drama, alternating between watching The Office (American version), reading and cruising the internet.
It's also been quite hot and we've all felt like melting into the furniture.
I feel a little like I'm not doing my part of "being Australian". Have I had any: lamingtons? No. Pavlova? No. Meat pies or sausage rolls? Nope.
But that doesn't mean I can't enjoy the day any way that I can. Later tonight I will be going to see Black Swan with The Boyfriend and all my sisters. Can't wait.
And now, off to get some food. I'm starved
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Catch Up Time
I haven't posted anything in quite a while. The internet had been down at home and I don't really have much of an opportunity at work to get anything written.
Not much has happened. Work started back up last week. Training started up last week too. I can feel routine settling in already, though will have to change again once I return to Uni in February.
It's funny the routines I find myself getting into. For instance, soccer training. And it goes like this:
Manage to either get a lift home or catch the bus. Grab a banana on the way to my room. Ransack my wardrobe trying to find clothing, get distracted by something and waste time. Get the 'Hurry up!' from my sister - Miss Attitude - and try to find some socks to wear. Make it to training relatively on time. Train until exhaustion. Go home. Entire focus on eating food IMMEDIATELY, moving like a mindless zombie.
Once the hunger has been satisfied I become a somewhat rational person again. And I go on with the rest of my evening.
Shower time!!
Not much has happened. Work started back up last week. Training started up last week too. I can feel routine settling in already, though will have to change again once I return to Uni in February.
It's funny the routines I find myself getting into. For instance, soccer training. And it goes like this:
Manage to either get a lift home or catch the bus. Grab a banana on the way to my room. Ransack my wardrobe trying to find clothing, get distracted by something and waste time. Get the 'Hurry up!' from my sister - Miss Attitude - and try to find some socks to wear. Make it to training relatively on time. Train until exhaustion. Go home. Entire focus on eating food IMMEDIATELY, moving like a mindless zombie.
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| BRAAAAAINS!! Sorry, FOOOOOOOOOOD!! |
Shower time!!
Friday, January 7, 2011
New Years and Other Happenings
New Years has come and gone, yet I haven't had a chance to update this blog. Mostly because I have been busy and have also been away.
New Years Eve was fun! I went to my friend's place. Turns out they had hired some lasers and a smoke machine. They'd also set up a plasma which projected via the DJ section they'd set up. They'd also bought an inflatable pool.
Though I had a lot of fun, I still felt incredibly guilty from dragging The Boyfriend from other mutual friends. He stayed quiet for most of the night. I was constantly asking him if he were alright, which in the end turned out to be bugging him more that I was "harassing" him so much.
I did end up making my New Years Resolution. It's to ask for help when I need it, not be stubborn about it. And to make sure that I take care of my health. I have a bad habit of not eating when I'm stressed or extremely upset. I'm hoping I can stop this pattern as it's not a healthy way to be living.
Before we went to the party however, we went to visit my grandmother who literally lived across a bit from my friend's place. She was spending NYE on her own. I felt bad for her, yet happy that we had made the effort to visit (even if it were unannounced). Though while I was sitting there I couldn't help but think of my grandfather. Even now, I still get angry thinking about him. I might have a rant about him in another post. This is supposed to be happy.
On New Years Day, I didn't do very much. Everyone slept in, (except for The Boyfriend who went out for a bike ride - too much motivation) then The Boyfriend and I went out to his aunt's place so he could fix his cousins bike. Had a good chat to them, told them what we were up to (going on holiday). Afterwards we went to the city to get some breakfast but unfortunately didn't realise all the cafes were closed. Ended up getting something from the food court. Oh well, I was starving by that stage.
Eventually we made our way to his home, and stayed the night there. The following day we started out for our holiday. Might write that up as a separate post though.
Anyways that was Sunday we left, and it is now Friday. Tomorrow I am heading to the South Coast for one night and one night only. I have to go back to work Monday *sigh*. So now I just have to wait for my washing to dry, so that I have some clean underwear to take with me (woo!) and pack my bag tomorrow morning before my friend comes to pick me up.
Would also like to mention, had a wonderful sit down dinner with Miss Attitude, The Gazman and Mr Delicate (please welcome my brother to the stage). We talked about what each person had done for the week and other family things. It was really nice and I thoroughly enjoyed it. I love it when my family gets along well. Later on The Boyfriend came round in his new car, and took me for a spin round the city. Its a wonderful little car.
And now I'm ready for bed. Pretty exhausted from a swimming and travelling. And have just been informed that "You must be writing a long blog, as you've been typing for the last half hour" from The Boyfriend.
For now, Goodnight!
New Years Eve was fun! I went to my friend's place. Turns out they had hired some lasers and a smoke machine. They'd also set up a plasma which projected via the DJ section they'd set up. They'd also bought an inflatable pool.
Though I had a lot of fun, I still felt incredibly guilty from dragging The Boyfriend from other mutual friends. He stayed quiet for most of the night. I was constantly asking him if he were alright, which in the end turned out to be bugging him more that I was "harassing" him so much.
I did end up making my New Years Resolution. It's to ask for help when I need it, not be stubborn about it. And to make sure that I take care of my health. I have a bad habit of not eating when I'm stressed or extremely upset. I'm hoping I can stop this pattern as it's not a healthy way to be living.
Before we went to the party however, we went to visit my grandmother who literally lived across a bit from my friend's place. She was spending NYE on her own. I felt bad for her, yet happy that we had made the effort to visit (even if it were unannounced). Though while I was sitting there I couldn't help but think of my grandfather. Even now, I still get angry thinking about him. I might have a rant about him in another post. This is supposed to be happy.
On New Years Day, I didn't do very much. Everyone slept in, (except for The Boyfriend who went out for a bike ride - too much motivation) then The Boyfriend and I went out to his aunt's place so he could fix his cousins bike. Had a good chat to them, told them what we were up to (going on holiday). Afterwards we went to the city to get some breakfast but unfortunately didn't realise all the cafes were closed. Ended up getting something from the food court. Oh well, I was starving by that stage.
Eventually we made our way to his home, and stayed the night there. The following day we started out for our holiday. Might write that up as a separate post though.
Anyways that was Sunday we left, and it is now Friday. Tomorrow I am heading to the South Coast for one night and one night only. I have to go back to work Monday *sigh*. So now I just have to wait for my washing to dry, so that I have some clean underwear to take with me (woo!) and pack my bag tomorrow morning before my friend comes to pick me up.
Would also like to mention, had a wonderful sit down dinner with Miss Attitude, The Gazman and Mr Delicate (please welcome my brother to the stage). We talked about what each person had done for the week and other family things. It was really nice and I thoroughly enjoyed it. I love it when my family gets along well. Later on The Boyfriend came round in his new car, and took me for a spin round the city. Its a wonderful little car.
And now I'm ready for bed. Pretty exhausted from a swimming and travelling. And have just been informed that "You must be writing a long blog, as you've been typing for the last half hour" from The Boyfriend.
For now, Goodnight!
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