I love Morcheeba, the mellow richness makes it perfect chill out music. Has your week been stressful ? Has July been one of 'those' months ? Well here's my gift to you. Kick your shoes off, grab a glass of wine (or herbal tea, if that's your thing) and take a moment to enjoy. Happy Friday.
Friday, July 31, 2009
Thursday, July 30, 2009
"The actor from the movie ?"
"Yes, him, I think I'm going to look just like him when I grow up."
"Really ? Just like Zac Efron ? That would be impressive." (And as about as likely as you turning into a werewolf when there's a full moon, but dream big little man)
"Yes and I'm going to sing just like him. I'm a really good singer."
"Are you ?"
*High pitched squeals*
"I'm a really good singer too, see ?"
"Umm yes, but you will probably be better without a mouthful of minestrone."
"Mum, I want to grow my hair long and let it hang over one eye. That would be cool."
"Ooooooh that's stuuuuuuupid, you won't be able to see, will he mama ? That's so dumb."
"Am not, you're dumber."
"Muuuum, she just called me dumber and I could so see, out of my other eye, see."
*demonstrates by covering one eye and enthusiastically rolling the other eye*
*Roar of laughter* (that's Petal) "You're a pirate," *hic**hic**hic* "mama *hic* I've got the *hic* hiccups *hic*"
"Yes I can see that sweetheart, try not to choke on a butterbean,"
*snort* *guffaw* (that's Le Artiste) *fine spray of minestrone across the dining table*
*hic* *giggle* *sigh*
Just your average night around the dinner table at Casa Del Waffler, we've a few spare seats if you would like to join us one evening, it's a riot, just ask the children.
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Anyway, we're now working on a new and improved system which involves guessing, charades and award winning mime and dramatic interpretation. I have to say, although I may be a tad biased, I do believe that Le Artise and Petal could be destined for Tinsletown domination, once they finish topping the class at NIDA.
Le Artise in particular goes for an entire body performance when attempting to relay a story. The words begin, and are repeated, and repeated and repeated, then he huffs and puffs (but no, does not blow the house down) and his eyes widen and his arms start gesticulating wildly. By this point I am pulling random words out of the air and throwing them at him....... School ? Boy ? Girl ? Today ? Xylography 101 ? Who says you can't have fun with the English language ?
It's quite an exhausting process for all involved but can be very rewarding when we finally unravel the plot, oh yes, high-fives all round before mummy nips off to gulp down a couple of pain killers before her head explodes.
Petal doesn't get caught out in the eternal repeat cycle which loses Le Artise, oh no, she just keeps on talking. Random words ? Who could possibly know ? The expression on her face says 'Look here, I'm telling you this fabulously entertaining story and yet you look completely perplexed. What gives Kimosabe ?' But even I struggle to keep up when a conversation starts with the flavour of grey clouds (for the record, they're smokey) and concludes with mistaking a log for a cow and would a unicorn eat fairy bread ?
I must admit, some days it can all just become a bit too hard and I allow the game to continue on it's merry way whilst I just nod and add the odd "Yes, hmm mmm, sure," But I just know that the day will come when I will get caught out in spectacular fashion, like the afternoon that Le Artise pipes up with,
"Mum, I'm going to begin work on a thesis examining existential philosophy and whether it truly is the 'explicit conceptual manifestation of an existential attitude.' You seem to be constantly confused and disorientated, do you consider the world meaningless ?"
To which I will cleverly answer " Hmmm mmmm, Ben10 is awsome sweetheart."
Charades, do you love it ? I'll just bet that you do. It's a game that the whole family can enjoy over and over and over.....
Monday, July 27, 2009
Taking a moment to survey the neighbourhood, I have been gobsmacked at the lack of basic camouflage skills. Take the above, this is Cat, and this is a camouflage FAIL. She gets points for matching long, fluffy fur with long, fluffy grass but it's frightfully apparent that she has put very little thought into her colour scheme. Hope you are sleeping with one eye open Cat because you're not fooling anyone, no matter how small a ball you roll into.
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Friday, July 24, 2009
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Of course you may have also come across an invention that made you scratch you head and say "Urm, yes, I suppose that could come in handy, if I ever find myself stranded at short notice in the Kalahari desert holding a biodegradable shopping bag containing nothing more than a piece of string and a paper aeroplane." But you can't win them all.
There are other inventions which really are very useful, or, could be very useful if you ever thought to use them. The one that leaps straight to my mind is the humble toilet seat cover. Have you ever noticed it ? It's that big round lid piece that generally rests up against the cistern (yes, I do own a do-it-yourself plumbing guide and I am totally up with the professional lingo).
Funnily enough, it was my grandmother who bought the cover to my attention (bald patches and toilet seat lids, she has eyes like an eagle I tell you). She mused over the fact that we all had covers and yet most of us didn't use them, weird huh ? And now that I've shared this quirky little observation with you, I just bet you won't be able to pass a toilet cubicle without glancing inside to see if the lid is open or closed.
And just for the record, so you're not kept awake at night wondering does she or doesn't she, I tend to leave the lid up because I think it looks strange when it's down. Doesn't make any sense at all, does it ?
Nominations for the most Underutilised Invention of All Times ? My vote goes to the toilet seat lid. What would you vote for ?
Additional note : Thanks to Angela and numberchic I have been informed that the toilet lid does in actual fact have a hygienic purpose. I would like to formally amend the record to show that the Waffler house will be revising the toilet lid policy from 'open' to 'closed'. Thanks ladies.
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
We have a little boy next door, for arguments sake lets call him Little Lord Fauntleroy or LLF (we don't want to be here all day, do we ?). He is a little older then Petal, he is English, he wears coke-bottle thick glasses and is cute as a button. Unfortunately LLF's affections are torn between Petal and Le Artiste, the allure of a 'big boy' is tricky for a little fellow and I watch his small face scrunch up in consternation as he tries to navigate the treacherous waters of natural sibling rivalry.
Last weekend the children played musical houses, backwards and forwards, wearing a little path through the gap in the hedge. LLF has taken to calling me *insert adorable British accent* "Mummy," to which I dutifully respond, much to the confusion of my own children. Petal pops next door and gazes up at our neighbour with soulful puppy dog eyes and requests if there is anything for her to eat, because she's "staaaaarving." (We're saving a fortune in grocery bills, LLF is a grazer, Petal is more a three course kind of girl) and Le Artiste just looks at the two littlies and shakes his head whilst trying to work out if a batch of fresh scones is a better deal then playing Olympic Sports on the wii.
I love watching the way the children interact and how they are equally at ease in my home or next door. It's comforting to have wonderful neighbours and we're trying really hard not to scare them away.
Next year heralds Petal and LLFs transition to the 'Big School' with Le Artiste and I'll be interested to see if the dynamics between them changes. Petal has already been grilled on numerous occasions by Le Artiste as to who she will marry, LLF or Action Man ? (a favorite friend from kindergarten) and to see her sigh, roll her eyes and retort "Oh, I don't know," makes me smile and feel a little pang as I sneak a glimpse into the future.
So which team will you be on ? The Boy Next Door or Action Man ? At this stage I'd give it 50/50 odds because lets face it, women can be fickle and who knows, Simon Baker Jnr could be waiting at the school gates. Eek, I think I just gave myself another grey hair.
Monday, July 20, 2009
Now this was a dinosaur that had been prepared earlier. I'm not sure if it was meant to be inspirational or just a cruel taunt to prove that we were obviously idiots and it was perfectly easy to make a dinosaur, see, here's one to prove it.
This was my best effort after two hours and considerable cursing.
And this is what a lovely origami bird should look like, so easy, anyone could do it.
And here is a parrot that The Coach whipped up. It's super don't you think ?
Suffice to say we will not be entering the World Origami Championships, but it was fun.....sort of, in a pull your hair out kind of way. Think I might stick to wrapping presents, that I can do.
Saturday, July 18, 2009
I'm ashamed to admit that this scone recipe was given to me about four years ago by a lovely friend, and it was only with the Masterchef scone revival that I thought to dig it up and start baking. I know, what's the good of me, right ?
Anyway, I thought it might be nice to share this super easy recipe with you, because these scones are super simple, super cheap and super tasty. In case you were wondering, the word of the day appears to be 'super' and I won't feel offended if you throw a 'dooper' in for good measure.
So without further ado, here is my friend, K's, Best Ever Scone Recipe.
4 cups self raising flour
2 tbl caster sugar
1 cup chopped dates
rind of 1 lemon (finely grated)
300ml pure cream
Preheat oven to 210 degrees.
Combine flour, dates, sugar & lemon rind. Whisk together cream & water. Add wet ingredients to dry and mix until JUST combined and forming a non-sticky dough. Turn dough onto a floured bench top and with a minimum kneading, form it into a 5cm thick blob (oh yes, it's all technical terms around here). Cut scones with a floured glass or scone cutter & place close together on a baking paper lined tray. Bake for 15-20 mins (I'm finding the time varies depending on if you have the scones bunched or separate) until you tap on the top of the scones and they sound hollow. You can also brush milk on before baking and sprinkle the tops with sugar, if that's the way you roll.
I believe the key to a good scone is minimum fuss and a flippant attitude. Following this mantra I've yet to be disappointed. Good luck and happy baking.
Friday, July 17, 2009
Thursday, July 16, 2009
So I threw on my fluffy warm dressing gown, slipped into my 'oh-so-fashionable' uggies, opened the blinds and lo and behold, look what I saw. 6.30am ain't half bad, don't ya think ?
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
What on earth could have caused this paralysing state of disassociation I hear you ask (well I think that's what you're asking, hard to make it out though all the static crackling, darn ESP). Was it lack of sleep ? A large rogue bowling ball conking me on the head as I ventured out for my morning latte ? A handful of sedatives slipped discreetly into the aforementioned latte ?
Well, no, surprisingly it was none of the above.
Today I was taken off-line. I know, here, would you like to borrow my brown paper bag ? Perhaps a nip of bandy ? I'd like to reassure you all that the matter is now well and truly back under control. I have wrangled the laptop back off The Coach (work from home, goodness me. Sure having an income is handy but at what cost, WHAT COST ?)
Anyway, I just thought I would share my pain with you all, because lets face it, if you're sitting here and reading this, you and I are cut from the same cloth. But guess what (please don't tell The Coach I'm saying this) it was actually kind of nice to get outside and mingle with the flu ridden masses in the mild winter weather, just for a little while. Now, let's log back in and see what I've missed.....
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
I have been tagged by the witty, lovely Kerri from Life And Other Crises with a 'Happiness Thingy'. The aim is to list six things that make me happy, then six blogs that I enjoy. So lets see how we go (you may want to keep a little bucket handy in case I go Gummi Bear overload).
1. Petal's cheeks. Oh how I love them, they're warm and mooshy with a lingering chubbiness of the toddler she once was. When she sleeps they take on a rosy glow. I adore kissing them, and luckily, she is more than happy to snuggle in and indulge me. I will miss them but for now, I shall kiss and kiss and kiss.
2. Le Artiste when he blooms with pride. My son and I have a complex relationship. I think it stems from the fact that in many ways we are very much alike. We like our own space. We strive for perfection and are often frustrated when our goals are not met. But sometimes, something works. For Le Artiste, his pride swells when his artistic endeavours are met with "oohs and aahs." I love watching his body language transform, the way his eyes light up as he struggles to contain a huge grin and the way he blooms. Yes he does, and I must say, I bloom a little with him.
3. A Pause. I don't know if you're familiar with A Pause, but for me, it's a moment when something gorgeous just makes you stop. Stop everything. It's a second where you think, wow, right here, right now, I am glad to be alive. (Are you reaching for the bucket yet ?) I wish I had more Pauses but they're frightfully unpredictable (somewhat like the weather faeries) so when the next one comes along, I might even try and make it a double.
4. Dark Chocolate. Lindt 70% cocoa works quite well for me. No further explanation required.
5. A great film or book. I love a journey. I'll happily go into space, back in time, into the derelict house with my torch battery running low, wherever. Just take me with you for a little while because my imagination knows no boundaries.
6. Cooking. We are a family who love to cook. Petal is the official carrot peeler. Le Artiste is the stirrer (in more ways than one). The Coach is the inventor and I am the recipe follower. We enjoy growing food, harvesting (you know, grabbing a handful of herbs or a couple of tomatoes) it, cooking it and eating it. I think we would've made excellent Italians.
Phew, aren't you thankful I had to stop at six ?
Now, six blogs I enjoy. I'm still rather a novice at all this blogging business but I have certainly smiled (and sometimes laughed, right out loud) with :
Life And Other Crises
You Might Want to Sit Down For This....
Dancing With Frogs
Now go and have a lovely day and if you come across A Pause, smile and enjoy.
Monday, July 13, 2009
But, and it's a big BUT, there is one element of the ageing process that I am struggling with.
There you are in the bathroom, humming happily away and things are looking good. The eyebrows are neat and co-operative, the concealer has done it's job and covered those pesky under-eye shadows, yep, it's gonna be a good day, just have to dry the hair and you're ready to face the day head on.
You're almost done, you tilt your head and raise your brush and....there........RIGHT THERE.....glinting cheekily in the morning light, heck, standing in a happy little mass and waving at you, is a cluster of grey hairs. Have you been there yet ? I'm not talking a single strand here, they don't even register as a blip on the radar they're so quickly yanked and disposed of. No, this is the silver collective, taking comfort with the safety in numbers motto. These are the hairs that defy hairspray and laugh at your attempts at styling. They're little crinkly buggers and I just don't like them.
There is, however, a lovely little solution to morphing into the Silver Vixen, and in my case her name is Ingrid. She is my saviour and she works magic. So my little grey nemesis, laugh while you still can, because next week, you'll be getting a make-over. Alright.
Sunday, July 12, 2009
I'd like to introduce you to my family. Firstly, there's The Coach, my husband of many moons, the man who cooks our Sunday Roasts and who can often be found on the weekend drifting happily up and down the aisles of our local hardware store.
Then there's my son, Le Artiste. He's seven (very, nearly, eight) and has unfortunately inherited many of his mothers more neurotic traits. But boy he's a tidy little fellow and you should see his lovely neat cutting and pasting. Yes, enough said I think.
Lastly, there's my daughter, Petal. She's a four year old Princess-in-waiting, and it could be a rather a long wait given the lack of Princes around at the moment. She has a flair for the melodramatic, deep affection for our crabby old cat, Fat Cat, and a love for all things pink, sparkly and downright girly.
We live on a mountain and I love it more then I could have imagined possible. I have moments which literally take my breath away, the perfect breeze, a quiet street dappled in golden, late afternoon sun, the shimmer of the far off ocean on a clear, post storm morning. Just little things which make me smile and think "Yeah, now that's what I'm talking about."
So welcome to my blog, I hope you enjoy reading my waffling as much as I enjoy writing it.