La Bamba

para bailar la bamba
se necesita una poca de gracia
ay arriba y arriba(in order to dance the bamba a little bit of grace is needed)

Here's my Cherub and some stills from a gorgeous video of him shaking his groove thang to La Bamba. I wish I had the tech savvy to post the movie. Take my (completely impartial) word for it, he's got the moves. I can't get the kid to join in at tap class but the improvised footwork on display at home this morning was most impressive. And in case you've always wanted to know what the bloody hell you are singing along to (my mondegreen of choice has always been badabada la bamba), there are several helpful sites, I chose this one.

As has already been implied on this blog, I don't really enjoy cooking, particularly since the birth of the sons when it suddenly became solely my job. I don't get excited about recipes, I rarely taste as I go along (in case its awful) and I'm prone to accidents of the blackened food variety or the small kitchen fire variety. It's hard to pay attention to something you really don't like doing that much. The thought of having people over for dinner and whipping up a delicious feast for them fills me with horror. Having said that, I'm mostly a competent cook and have a small but dependable repertoire to feed the family with. But can you believe it, the mechanics at Fixit's work think I'm a culinary whiz. This is apparently due to the delectable smells issuing from his lunch box as he reheats last-night's-leftovers. One of them actually came sniffing over to Fixit yesterday and enquired how much I'd charge to provide similar for other hungry mechanics. Fixit quoted about $3.50 ... I said at least a thousand bucks because I hate cooking so much, after I picked up my jawbone from the floor. Makes me wonder what sort of crappy diet those poor fellas are living on if my cooking is smelling so good. Everything is relative, innit.

PS. If its cakes, biscuits, slices or desserts you're after, I'm your girl.

The family that cleans together ...

errr.... goes to the park together later? I know it looks a little like child slave labour, but they were really enjoying themselves.


I don't usually go shopping but the family went to Brunswick Street on the weekend for Sunday breakfast and as we were wandering up the strip, we found some $30 shoes. It's hard to say no to $30 shoes, right? I haven't spent money on non-dance shoes since I can't remember when, and I can't afford them this week, but here they are, the first pair of t-bars I've owned since childhood.

In line with tradition I give you the before and after on Mr Fixit's haircut (oh, the poor Cherub, still hasn't had his done..) but I warn you that both photos are a little frightening : we have either the boofhead or the Romper-stomper. Never mind, in a week, he'll be handsome again.













Our latest obsessions this week. Thanks to this blog I have had an earworm all night trying to remember the rest of this song. I love the Smiths but my cds were stolen from my house by a skanky ho who was a friend of the chick we shared with back in the house-sharing days. What kind of person comes to your house, drinks your tea & coffee, chats to you about how uni, work, blah-blah is, and then pockets your fave cds when your back is turned? She had good taste though, she took The Smiths, Billy Bragg, Bjork and some ones I hadn't even had time to listen to properly featuring divas like Ella and Doris. Scraggy, scraggy scrag.

On the upside, because of a bureaucratic stuff-up I finally had the readies to get myself a proper speaker for the beloved iPod and it came with a $50 credit at the iTunes store, so I have been able to download the rest of that song and kill the earworm. Also my latest song obsession which is on high rotation at home. I'm thinking it'll be getting a hammering at tap class tonight. The beaut thing about the Bose is that it charges the iPod while it plays, so you can watch all your videos without slaying the battery; the kids are loving this one.

Finally, I'm probably the last person in cyberspace to find this site, but its pretty funny. My best match was a tie between Piper Perabo (who?) and Hilary Swank (not!!). A tip though, there is no point putting in your kids' faces they all eventually match with Shirley Temple. I'm wondering if I should attempt to sit through Coyote Ugly? I heard it was pretty ordinary despite Adam Garcia, mmmm.

A Birthday Blog

In lieu of the birthday card/present which I have not bought, made or sent, I am posting a Birthday Blog for my little sister. Da dada daah! She's thrilled, I know. I will probably have to text her to convince her to even read the blog as to my knowledge she's only visited the site twice. And its possible she would have preferred some actual loot. But you know its been nearly 3 months since my birthday and I'm still waiting ... and now I am being reminded most days by the Climber that she still hasn't coughed up because I made the mistake of telling him that she's promised me Harry Potter DVDs and he's desperate to watch them. We are part way through the 3rd HP book and he's only allowed to watch the DVDs after reading the book.

That's not why I haven't got her a present though. I just haven't got my act together (again). But I will. And in the meantime...

Due to my new-found addiction to blogging and from spending my time reading blog after blog (instead of doing housework... or shopping for birthday presents), I know what you do when you celebrate in cyberspace. You make a list.

Here then are 10 things about the Birthday Girl:

1. She is horse mad. Since she was quite young, like less than 10. Every year since she caught the horse-loving disease, the top item on every birthday and Christmas list was "A Horse". Took several years of nagging and badgering and staying true to her cause but she finally got one. She also loves horse-racing and once got a very good trifecta, but she is emotional rather than clinical in her race tipping so she can't retire on her winnings yet. Bummer. Her past obsessions include Phar Lap, Kingston Town and Sunline to name but three. She is now a part-time racehorse photographer and some of her photos have been on the covers of racing magazines. (PS. I now know far more about horse-racing than I ever wanted to because of her obsession. She likes to share the love.)

2. She has a diabetic child.

He was diagnosed when he was still 20 months old, and lucky for him she stayed tenacious in the face of imcompetent GPs maintaining the poor kid had a virus, and insisted on more tests. She now knows the G.I. on everything. She has been amazing about the whole thing, and most amazingly of all, it didn't stop her from having another baby.













3. She has a smile shaped scar on her knee from somersaulting off the end of her bed through the window and into the garden bed. Both of us were too surprised to cry for a minute.
4. She can reverse an enormous F100 Ford Ute with a trailer and a boat on it to the water's edge like a pro.
5. She owns more make-up than she can ever hope to wear.
6. She read Watership Down, Gone With the Wind and Lord of the Rings about a million times each in her teens. She also really liked Trixie Belden.
7. Unlike a lot of chicks, she is not afraid to ask. Her motto is "if ya don't ask, ya don't git". Hey, it worked with the horse...
8. She is incredibly loyal. She is still friends with people from primary school. She hates anyone who has ever done her family wrong even if she's never met them. She refused to get involved with a guy she really quite liked & fancied because he was my ex-boyfriend, even though we'd broken up ages ago and there was never going to be a reconciliation.
9. She is kinda short and a little bit sensitive about that but in a good-humoured way.
10. She mangles the toast when she spreads the butter. Every time.

So happy birthday, little sister. I think you are brave and funny and fabulous. And improving with age. Love you lots. xxxxx

Tonight I Really Excelled Myself.

Well, its lucky I sat down to write this blog about what a scatter-brained cook I am, because it made me suddenly remember that the large batch of bolognese sauce was still cooking away on the gas stove and I was able to turn it off before either the whole batch was ruined or I burned down the house overnight...

Here are some pictures of tonight's effort.
Fig. 1 the burnt potholder which despite icky food bits and charred edges was once a rather lovely Asian silk one, bought lovingly for me by my mother.



Fig. 2 the burnt water used for steaming tonight's veg complete with stained water spatterings on the cooktop caused when I topped the blackened saucepan up with more water to continue the steaming process - turns out I used a bit too much water this time so all that blackened pumpkin water went all over the stove and also up through the steamer on to the veg which you see as Fig.3.



Mr Fixit said the veg were delicious but is mystified about how I keep managing to burn water.

Other domestic bits and pieces. Here is the first (and I hope not the only) flower from the Climber's school bulb fundraiser.


And here is a mug from Mr Fixit's boyhood, because we had exactly the same one at our house when I was growing up.



Lastly, the Climber and the Cherub clutching their loot from Grandma's visit. The Cherub has Thomas the Tank Engine, the Jet Engine (which lights up and makes noise) and a Fuel Truck. He has been carrying all 3 items around everywhere and refers to them with a slightly french accent: "I dot a zhet enzhen". The Climber has Batman Lego.
They're both so happy.









Off to watch tv now, Spicks & Specks and Extras while we tape House, then the divine Hugh Laurie, sans commercials. Where's my cuppa?

Special Visitor

A special visitor came to stay this weekend and has been keeping us busy and being very busy herself. Grandma arrived Saturday afternoon and since then has :

• bonded with the grandsons via balls, lego, stories and lots of hair-brushing...
• cooked up a couple of yummy meals for us.
  
• whisked me off on a Sunday morning to the NGV for a much needed culture shot
• taken me shopping (my kitchen has just been improved by some nice new crockery and a specky Zyliss potato peeler which looks almost too nice to use)
• taken charge of the Cherub in the pool while I watched the Climber do his lesson (ps. after 2 lessons with Simon-the-wonder-teacher my 5 year-old can do a 25-metre length of the pool backstroke!)
• weeded the front garden
• spoiled the boys with presents including this lovely Pinocchio wear brought back from Grandma's latest jaunt to Italy and some Batman lego and a Thomas train
• caught up with her numerous siblings, nieces & nephews

She's going home to Sydney tomorrow for a good rest, I think. Bye Mum, thanks for coming! We'll miss you.

I Like Motorbike Men

I have to start today by saying a quick "phwoarrr" because Hugh Laurie was wearing motor-bike leathers in last night's episode of House. I have such a serious crush on that man and I love that show and I think with my having shacked up with Mr Fixit, my predilection for motorbike-riding men is a given (although we can leave bearded Harley Riders out of the equation, obviously. Also mid-life crisis Harley-riders. And tiny Italian stallions). I keep meaning to check with Mr Fixit, could House actually ride a motorbike with his crippled leg? I can get back to you with that one, if you're interested....

Finally had my haircut. Here's my before-and-after.

Better, yes? I'm so swishy-flicky now, and unusually, attracting lots of comments about the hair. With hair this long, mostly people don't notice a cut.

It's taken longer than usual to get it done because I decided to change hairdressers. When you find someone who cuts your hair well, I reckon you want to stick with them, but the chick who was cutting my hair really well was one of the Slyfoots. And so as soon as I started thinking that I really ought to get my haircut, I would start feeling tense about seeing her and this would bring up all those lovely issues again and lead to this sort of behaviour. But its taken me a while to work all this out (I'm a bit slow sometimes) and then to say to myself, a haircut should be enjoyable. So now Roberta is my new snipper and I can have nice hair and peace of mind. Bonus.

A P-plate driver knocked Mr Fixit off his pushbike on Tuesday night and then drove off. Can you believe that? Unfortunately for said P-plater, Mr Fixit does not put up with that sort of crap. Pausing only to check that he was uninjured, Fixit then leapt back onto the pushie and pursued the little toe-rag. He caught up with him at some traffic lights and proceeded to tell him what he thought of him (I can't repeat it here, there was a fair bit of colourful language). That's my fella. I still remember the day that another stupid P-plater clipped the motorbike of Fixit's friend The Bike Nazi and then kept going. Somehow the Bike Nazi stayed upright, and then of course both the boys steamed after him (complete with girlfriend pillions clutching breathlessly on behind). They caught up with him at the next red light where they jumped off their bikes, stripped off their helmets and jackets and insisted that he "pull over, get out". He was about 17, this kid, driving his Mum's car without permission and I don't think I'll ever forget his face turning to the colour of cream-cheese as these two big, angry bikers came storming up to his car door.

If you've been paying attention, you may recall that I was wondering if I could pull off a certain look in front of a new class of beginner tappers. Apparently I can. One of them turned up for class this week with her new shoes and her new leg-warmers. Look at me, all swishy-flicky hair and trendy outfits. How hot do I think I am this week?

In The Doghouse

No, this is not what we do with our kids when they misbehave! It's obviously just irresistible when you're still this size. First he sat on on top, but it wasn't long before he was checking out the interior decoration. If they are out of line our kids get sent to the Naughty Room, which is essentially some time out in the boring coat-and-shoe room near the back door. Because he is nearly 3, the Cherub is seeing a fair bit of the Naughty Room. What's funny is how happy he gets on the very rare occasions that his big brother ends up in there. He insists on being the one to close the door on the Climber with a funny mixture of bossiness and excitement. Talk about rubbing the poor Climber's nose in it...


Here's some pics from the Family Lunch at the weekend, we wished Mr Fixit's brother (Mr Can't-Fix-It, according to his missus) a happy birthday in the usual way, lots of kiddie spit on the cake icing. We got him an autograph from Collingwood FC's Rocca, who rides a motorbike and came in for repairs to Mr Fixit's work recently. Mr Fixit reckons the workshop went as quiet as it does when a chick walks in. Also a Magpie's stamp booklet, courtesy of Mr Quiet, our contact at Australia Post. The Fixit family quite like their stamps and coins, I've noticed! So I think we did well on the present front.