hey there yon people out there who know and care about us!!! WOOHOO!!!
its monday today. i dont particularly enjoy mondays. actually, i dislike mondays. but hey... they cant be avoided.
so we have THREE WEEKS till the long december holidays... wow. this year has FLOOOWN by my window. i dont know bout you, but i think life just gets faster from now on. i speak under correction, of course.
so now i guess i should write about random stuff. well most of you know that we're building. what most of you DONT know is that... two weeks ago mom and morgy went away on holiday (leaving gordon and me here to do school work...grr... and dad...) so i had to cook. DISASTAH!!! actually, it was fine up till sunday. course, sunday lunch is like only happens to be like the main meal of our week. so i had to make a roast... cool. only, i had NO idea what temperature to put the oven on... so i spiced up the meat, and chucked it in the oven, so to speak. then i guessed that 180 degrees (celcius) would be a more or less corect temperature... woe betide my foolishness. so we went to church, and the whole service i was having evil premonitions of upcoming doom. aka, failed lunch. and lo and behold, we got home and our meat was BURNED!!! as well as the potatoes i put in with the meat (WAY TOO EARLY!!!) so... dads like "its not your fault..." i still shed a tear or two... i was so embarrassed. anyhow, we set about making more (new) potatoes, (since the other ones were like pieces of coal) and making vegetables. after all that was successfully accomplished, dad pulled out the meat (which was still edible...) and started cutting it (gordon was absent at this point in time...) and started commenting on it, with every cut. heres what he said...
"well scally, its looks like we're going to have some dry...*whirrr* (electric knife cutting) well done... *whirr* ruberry... *whirr*... hard *whirr*... crumby *whirr*... dry *whirr*... well done *whirr"... ..."
then i hollered "STOP IT DAD!!!" as i gasped for breath after laughing so hard at dads comments... he was kidding...
and then we ate... and dads like "well, son, its not completely uneatable..." to which gordon said "yes, only about 80% intolerable..."
they are so lucky i laughed. they are so very lucky.
anyhow then our power started having "issues" to say the least... and i woke up one morning to have my shower... so i went to the bathroom, and turned on the hot water, and pottered around, waiting for it to heat up (it takes a while...) so after about... five minutes, i was like "ok, its not getting hotter..." and i could no longer wait, as i was behind schedule, so i jumped in. i should be awarded a medal for courage. either that or a ticket to pine rest for insanity. coz it was SOOO COLD!!! i never never never want to do that again. so i quick finished, and got out, teeth all a-chatter. you could hear me down the passage chattering away... i was so cold i put on a long sleeve shirt under my school shirt (good thing it was a coldish day...) and sat under my blankets in misery for a while.
so apart from cold shower, burned roasts, building, living under three inches of dust all the time, messy rooms and many more such things, our lives are technically pretty normal. happy us.
tara!!!
windows to keep out chilly winds...
gorgeous sunsets...
