Pockets full of goodies

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Today was $1 day at 7-11 and Miss DB, Mr Russia and I couldn't resist.

We all scored a Magnum and a big packet of salt and vinegar kettle chips for $2 and laughed at the lady who emptied a box of stock to store her zillions of packets of chips that she may or may not have been buying for a party. I suspect she was buying them for herself. And who wouldn't? You could get enough chips for a year- all for $50!!

It took me back to the days of my primary school tuckshop where eucalyptus drops were 20c a packet and a big bag of twisties cost all of 40c.

What's up Space Cowboy?

So, what's the story Morning Glory? It's been a while! What have I been up to? LOTS, says I.

• I turned 26 yesterday! Old to me, young to older people, geriatric to toddlers. Age is so relative.


• Man from Mars sprung a surprise visit on me today. He emailed me as if he was back in Melbourne, so I replied drearily that I was still at work, trying to nut out something that was confusing me. He dropped a casual:

"Wanna have dinner? I'll see you in 20 minutes"

And I promptly went off into a fizz and told anyone who cared that he was cominngggg! Then we went and had Japanese at Sakae before he had to leave for the airport to get back to Melbourne. A grand total of one hour- barely enough to tide me over to the next time I get to see him, but enough all the same.

• This morning I got onto the train and into a carriage full of school kids- they were on their way to a school excursion and they were yelling, running through the carriage and carrying on like kids do. At one point I glanced over at a little guy who looked okay, but didn't look too strong- translucent skin, tiny little frame, leaning his head on his friend's arm. His friend was a chatterbox and didn't seem to notice the little guy supporting his head on his arm. Next thing you know and the little guy has spewed all over his front and on his mate's school bag. The teachers in charge throw their arms up in despair, as if to say "Such is life when you're minding a carriage full of kids!" and comfort the little guy while trying to clean up the 6 seater with tissues and bottled water. Another little girl who was sitting opposite the unwell chap starts gagging and I'm scared that they'll all start barfing out of sympathy. Thankfully, she gags twice, pulls it together and then continues to recount her story about her older brother and his cool bmx bike.


• Two weekends ago I got a new GPS and now I'm gonna get my driving into Top Gear


• Man from Mars came for a couple of days two weeks ago and we stayed at the Ibis near King St Wharf. We had cool dinners, ten minute trips to work and an all over lovely time


• Last weekend I gave my GPS a whirl and my sister and I went to Mac Centre to watch Toy Story 3. I LOVED that movie. The ending is so bittersweet and takes me back to when my pink teddy bear was the apple of my eye. I would carefully wrap my teddy's bum in a "nappy" (read: handkerchief) and would "change" (read: rewrap/rearrange) it daily to make sure that he was never without a nice clean nappy. The funniest movie I've seen in a really long time. Absolutely recommended.


• Masterchef is over. Adam won. I'm feeling a little existential while I find something new to fill in my evenings from 7:30 to 8:30.


• I'm addicted to this show called "Make it or break it". It's about a bunch of gymnasts training for the Olympics spiced up with all this boy drama- and I suspect I'm a little old for it, but the storyline is undeniably riveting in that familiar Dawson's Creek kind of way.


• Man from Mars and I took a ride on the ferris wheel near Darling Harbour. Then we had greasy Maccas and got kitsch things from Morning Glory.


• Last Friday was the Christmas In July work cruise. Everyone grumbled about the greedy eaters who took all the food at the buffet before we had even had a chance to survey the spread, but it was a breezy, fun night filled with loud talking, relationship advice and alchomohollllll! Can I love my workmates more??


• I caught up with Miss Ebae and Cathogan yesterday and it was almost like we were back on exchange in Canada. I wanna rewind 3 years!!!

All in all, good times :)

How many ways can you eat a piece of bread?

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On Sunday, mum and dad were too full to eat a proper dinner, but too hungry to go to bed without a teensy snack.

Dad concluded that he felt like toast and proceeded to have the following:

- toast with jam

- toast with boiled egg coarsely sliced

- toast with mandarin slices on top ("So juichy!!")

- toast with mashed potatos and maple syrup and a sprinkle of salt and pepper.

He made me sample the last one and it was surprisingly tasty and comforting. You should try it, it's like having a warm, sweet, salty potato pocket!

In other news, Friday was Miss Tiny's birthday drinks and we all went down to WorldBar for some Razzle Dazzle cocktails. We all had a mighty lovely time while Miss Tiny flitted between her two giant posses (us from work and them from uni) and Mr Smart Abs never gave her that single slender rose that ended up sugar encrusted and battered against everyone's heads:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MISS TINY, WE HOPE YOU HAD A GREAT DAY!

Then the weekend was spent demolishing off Season 10 of Friends. By the final episode, I was super nostalgic. What an epic show. So funny and spirited. I just want to go back to the start and watch the whole set again.

Marion, you're my masterchef!

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I can't believe Marion got kicked offffffffffffffffffff.

She was the best cook and the nicest one on the show.

Weekend efforts

This weekend I went down to Melbourne to "touch base" with Man from Mars. That sounds super wanky I know, like I'm tooting my "I'm friendly but not familiar in the workplace" horn, but to be honest, it kind of feels like that. These days we only see each other once every three weeks-- so a two day catch up making up for 21 days apart is proportionately inadequate.

Anyway, I flew in on Friday and we drove back to his house where we ate a ginormous combination noodle stirfry which proceeded to give us enough belly gas to imitate a symphony orchestra- saxophone and all. That's not to say it wasn't delicious- because it was. But like all things tasty, the havoc that it wreaked on my digestive tract was impressive. (Man from Mars suspects that I may be gluten intolerant- I refuse to believe this because my diet is 90% gluten concentrated).

On Saturday we woke up sleepy, out of sorts and mildly pressed for time. Our conversation at breakfast went like this:

Man from Mars: What are youse having for breakfast?
Me: Porridge, crumpets and timtams. Can I have some cinnamon scroll too?

then:

Me: What are youse having for breakfast?
Man from Mars (while focusing all his energy on not spilling his bowl of porridge as he steps carefully to the microsave): I'm having spag-hett-iiiii

he says slowly.

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We had grand plans to shop up Chapel St, but the rainy, windy weather kept us indoors. I got a gold and black zigzag cardie and two v-necks. Man from Mars searched for the elusive trench and came away empty handed. Then we went to the oovie vending machine and rented: The Boys are Back and Bright Star.

Both movies are brilliant- 5 stars. Girls will be more inclined to appreciate Bright Star while The Boys are Back will appeal to everyone.

All weekend I hung out for Katy Perry's new song, California Girls to come out on the radio. On Saturday when I was feeling particularly pissed off that the rain was ruining our Chapel St plans, I shouted at Man from Mars' car radio:

Why aren't you playing my favourite songggg???!!!

And then, as if someone upstairs was really listening to me, the song came out just as I stopped shouting.

It was a lovely weekend and I can't wait for these next few weeks to hurry up so that I can "touch base" with Man from Mars again.