1. What time did you get up this morning?
The first time? Around 2am.
2. How do you like your steak?
Paid for by some-one else.
3. What was the last film you saw at the cinema?
Harry Potter and the Half Arsed Adaptation
4. What is your favorite TV show?
Don't watch heaps of TV. Loved the Battle Star Gallactica series. Currently enjoying Stephen Fry in America.
5. If you could live anywhere in the world where would it be?
Rome. Hands down.
6. What did you have for breakfast?
Strawberries and ricotta. Cos I can.
7. What is your favorite cuisine?
Thai.
8. What foods do you dislike?
Prawn cutlets. If you have a perfectly good prawn why put it in breadcrumbs? And if you don't have a good prawn you're probably best to avoid eating it at all.
9. Favorite Place to Eat?
Rome :)
10. Favorite dressing?
Chocolate. Dressing/topping - same thing right?
11.What kind of vehicle do you drive?
Phil and Ted 3 Wheeler. (It's a pram to all you non-parents)
12. What are your favorite clothes?
Spidermonkey's old T-shirts. M2T burninates fashion.
13. Where would you visit if you had the chance?
Italy, Prague, Spain.
14. Cup 1/2 empty or 1/2 full?
Knocked over and rolling about the floor followed by a laughing Trogdor.
15. Where would you want to retire?
Umm... Rome? (I'm sure I've made this point)
16. Favorite time of day?
Nap time! (Mine or Troggers - doesn't bother me)
17. Where were you born?
London.
18. What is your favorite sport to watch?
Ah ha ha ha. Oh wait, you're serious?
19. Who do you think will not tag you back?
Yeah, cos this was taken from facebook this question no longer makes sense.
20. Person you expect to tag you back first?
Rome!
21. Who are you most curious about their responses to this?
Rome again!
22. Bird watcher?
Only if they're trying to swoop me.
23. Are you a morning person or a night person?
Neither
24. Do you have any pets?
No. Sigh.
25. Any new and exciting news you'd like to share?
My peach tree is starting to bloom.
26. What did you want to be when you were little?
Monkey Magic.
27. What is your best childhood memory?
I had a pretty good childhood all round.
28. Are you a cat or dog person?
Dog.
29. Are you married?
Yes
30. Always wear your seat belt?
Yes.
31. Been in a car accident?
Nope.
32. Any pet peeves?
People chewing with their mouths open. The sound drives me crazy. CRAZY!!!
33. Favorite Pizza Toppings?
Chocolate - see point 10.
34. Favorite Flower?
Magnolias at the moment.
35. Favorite ice cream?
Hokey Pokey!
36. Favorite fast food restaurant?
The kebab shop across from the train station.
37. How many times did you fail your driver's test?
I'll let you know.
38. From whom did you get your last email?
Facebook. How tragic.
39. Which store would you choose to max out your credit card?
If I had a credit card - Kinokuniya.
40. Do anything spontaneous lately?
Gave Troggers a big kiss.
41. Like your job?
Yup.
42. Broccoli?
Still growing.
43. What was your favorite vacation?
Trip to Italy.
44. Last person you went out to dinner with?
Spidermonkey.
45. What are you listening to right now?
Trogdor eating avocado on toast.
46. What is your favorite color?
Red.
47. How many tattoos do you have?
None
48. How many are you tagging for this quiz?
Any one who reads this. So... one? Maybe :)
49. What time did you finish this quiz?
3.51
50. Coffee Drinker?
Yes, yes and more yes.
Monday, August 31, 2009
And then an odd thought struck me...
Trogdor loves to crawl. He's so proud of his latest accomplishment and he has an uncanny sense of, and attraction to, every thing he shouldn't get into.
I was out watering my garden this morning (it's going very well, thank you for asking) when I heard the fly screen door shut behind me. Sure enough, there was little Trogdor opening and shutting the door with great joy. He was having a wonderful time but alas, I knew that the sad conclusion of this game would be crushed fingers unless I intervened. So, being the dutiful, doting mother type, I went inside and picked him up. Of course Troggers, being the 11 month old baby type, chucked a tanty. His favourite trick is to put both feet against me, as far up my body as he can manage, and push away. This time he managed to get his hands involved too.
So there am I, trying frantically to hold onto this baby who is absolutely hating me with all the power in his little body while my stomach and breasts are being pummelled and yet I know that to give him what he wants (variously to be let go or to continue playing with the door) would result in injury to him and I would much prefer he hurt me - because I love him. This all lasted for no more than 15 seconds until he collapsed against my chest, crying and needing comfort.
And as he glared up at me - totally not able to comprehend how I could be so cruel as to deprive him of his fun and beginning to nuzzle for booba at the same time - I thought "I bet God feels like this about us too".*
* A note to any theologians reading this blog - please don't bother teasing out all the inaccurate theological implications of this post. Or, at least, do it your own blog.
* A note to any atheists reading this blog - we don't agree. I'm good with that.
I was out watering my garden this morning (it's going very well, thank you for asking) when I heard the fly screen door shut behind me. Sure enough, there was little Trogdor opening and shutting the door with great joy. He was having a wonderful time but alas, I knew that the sad conclusion of this game would be crushed fingers unless I intervened. So, being the dutiful, doting mother type, I went inside and picked him up. Of course Troggers, being the 11 month old baby type, chucked a tanty. His favourite trick is to put both feet against me, as far up my body as he can manage, and push away. This time he managed to get his hands involved too.
So there am I, trying frantically to hold onto this baby who is absolutely hating me with all the power in his little body while my stomach and breasts are being pummelled and yet I know that to give him what he wants (variously to be let go or to continue playing with the door) would result in injury to him and I would much prefer he hurt me - because I love him. This all lasted for no more than 15 seconds until he collapsed against my chest, crying and needing comfort.
And as he glared up at me - totally not able to comprehend how I could be so cruel as to deprive him of his fun and beginning to nuzzle for booba at the same time - I thought "I bet God feels like this about us too".*
* A note to any theologians reading this blog - please don't bother teasing out all the inaccurate theological implications of this post. Or, at least, do it your own blog.
* A note to any atheists reading this blog - we don't agree. I'm good with that.
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Good times
I have a chocolate cherry cheesecake baking in the oven, a messy kitchen I have no plans on cleaning and I've spent the last hour laying on the bed blowing raspberries with my son.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
My balcony garden
Ever since I was a little 'un I have had a dream. A dream of verdant landscapes; fecund, hanging vines; quiet, green and lush nooks bespeckled by peeping flowers. A dream of a garden I had planted which not only didn't die - thrived.
I do have a green-ish thumb. Not vibrant green by any means. A faint green. Sort of like that blush of green on bread after it's been left on the bench after breakfast on a humid day. I have a mouldy green thumb.
I have had quite a few gardens since I was a kid. I'm okay with herbs. In terms of veg over the years I have successfully harvested a few tomatoes, a lettuce and a few handfuls of snow peas. In the back yard at my parents place there have been mangoes, bush lemons, macadamia nuts, peaches (unusual in the tropics) and custard apples but I can't take any credit for that. I enjoyed their fruits and managed not to kill them. Most of the trees were there when we moved in and a few of them are there still.
The initial stages of putting in a garden are fine. I can get seeds to germinate. But then I get busy - generally with theatre. Now that Trogdor is taking up my time I figured I now have the oppurtunity to sow some crops.
So, I have started again with a balcony garden. My garden so far comprises:
1 Lemon Tree: covered with flowers at the moment. I'm not sure if I should re-pot it. I'm a bit iffy about changing it when it seems to be happy.
1 Peach Tree: or as I think of it my 'Stick in a Pot'. It's not doing much at the moment. Maybe it's gathering strength and will burst forth with green and fruity vigour come November. Or not.
1 Passion fruit Vine
1 Asparagus Plant/Bush/Shrub/Thing: It has three teeny tiny spears poking up at the moment! I have no idea how many plant things I would need for a decent crop.
3 Strawberry Plants
Seedlings:
Spring Onions
Broccoli
Snow Peas: I'm growing these from seed and the first green heads appeared this morning!
Seeds that are sitting around in trays not doing much:
Parsley
Coriander
Marigolds - these seeds are so old I am not expecting to see any growth
Tomatoes
Wish me growing vibes! I'll put in some photos if I can ever find the camera.
I do have a green-ish thumb. Not vibrant green by any means. A faint green. Sort of like that blush of green on bread after it's been left on the bench after breakfast on a humid day. I have a mouldy green thumb.
I have had quite a few gardens since I was a kid. I'm okay with herbs. In terms of veg over the years I have successfully harvested a few tomatoes, a lettuce and a few handfuls of snow peas. In the back yard at my parents place there have been mangoes, bush lemons, macadamia nuts, peaches (unusual in the tropics) and custard apples but I can't take any credit for that. I enjoyed their fruits and managed not to kill them. Most of the trees were there when we moved in and a few of them are there still.
The initial stages of putting in a garden are fine. I can get seeds to germinate. But then I get busy - generally with theatre. Now that Trogdor is taking up my time I figured I now have the oppurtunity to sow some crops.
So, I have started again with a balcony garden. My garden so far comprises:
1 Lemon Tree: covered with flowers at the moment. I'm not sure if I should re-pot it. I'm a bit iffy about changing it when it seems to be happy.
1 Peach Tree: or as I think of it my 'Stick in a Pot'. It's not doing much at the moment. Maybe it's gathering strength and will burst forth with green and fruity vigour come November. Or not.
1 Passion fruit Vine
1 Asparagus Plant/Bush/Shrub/Thing: It has three teeny tiny spears poking up at the moment! I have no idea how many plant things I would need for a decent crop.
3 Strawberry Plants
Seedlings:
Spring Onions
Broccoli
Snow Peas: I'm growing these from seed and the first green heads appeared this morning!
Seeds that are sitting around in trays not doing much:
Parsley
Coriander
Marigolds - these seeds are so old I am not expecting to see any growth
Tomatoes
Wish me growing vibes! I'll put in some photos if I can ever find the camera.
Thursday, August 20, 2009
M2T - The continuing adventures
Well, I'm back.
Trogdor is now 10 months old. Ten months and a bit. When I made my last post Spidermonkey and I were 6 days away from meeting our son. He was still tucked away safely inside me and I, looking like an ancient fertility goddess (all stomach and boobs), was sitting on the sofa, surrounded by boxes we were yet to unpack, wondering if labour was ever going to start.
Five days later I was wondering if labour were ever going to finish.
Now, he is napping on the mattress in his room. The feet of his onesies are black with dirt - we spent the morning planting a garden. He is teething, and crawling, and his top lip is crusty with snot and grot from the planter boxes. He's feeding like a newborn at night - which is ironic as he didn't feed like that when he was a newborn, and he giggles hysterically whenever I walk through the door. He claps and laughs, he sings tunelessly and dances arrhythmical (much like his mother), he loooooves booba (much like his father), he is fascinated by light and plays with glow sticks endlessly. He soaks up love like a human sponge and it pours out of him and back into the world in general. He is a terrible flirt. All of our affection and attention are seen as fitting tributes and he accepts them with all the entitlement of a little deity. In return he is himself. Sometimes happy. Sometimes sad. Grumpy. Clingy. Loving. Independent. Joyous. Cranky. Cheeky. Playful.
I am sitting on the floor, with my back against our new, easy to clean, leather sofa. The boxes are (mostly) unpacked and I am surrounded by toys, cushions and discarded glow sticks. My figure remains largely unchanged...
Trogdor is now 10 months old. Ten months and a bit. When I made my last post Spidermonkey and I were 6 days away from meeting our son. He was still tucked away safely inside me and I, looking like an ancient fertility goddess (all stomach and boobs), was sitting on the sofa, surrounded by boxes we were yet to unpack, wondering if labour was ever going to start.
Five days later I was wondering if labour were ever going to finish.
Now, he is napping on the mattress in his room. The feet of his onesies are black with dirt - we spent the morning planting a garden. He is teething, and crawling, and his top lip is crusty with snot and grot from the planter boxes. He's feeding like a newborn at night - which is ironic as he didn't feed like that when he was a newborn, and he giggles hysterically whenever I walk through the door. He claps and laughs, he sings tunelessly and dances arrhythmical (much like his mother), he loooooves booba (much like his father), he is fascinated by light and plays with glow sticks endlessly. He soaks up love like a human sponge and it pours out of him and back into the world in general. He is a terrible flirt. All of our affection and attention are seen as fitting tributes and he accepts them with all the entitlement of a little deity. In return he is himself. Sometimes happy. Sometimes sad. Grumpy. Clingy. Loving. Independent. Joyous. Cranky. Cheeky. Playful.
I am sitting on the floor, with my back against our new, easy to clean, leather sofa. The boxes are (mostly) unpacked and I am surrounded by toys, cushions and discarded glow sticks. My figure remains largely unchanged...
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