Friday, January 31, 2014

Better Eats.

If you were on death row, what would your last meal be before you met your maker?
Mine would be country fried chicken with white pepper gravy, mashed taters, corn and buttered dinner rolls.

Things are set to change - edible wise.
I need stamina from foods that permeate goodness.
I like cauliflower and white flesh nectarines the most.
I hate carrots and avocados lots.
Dinner tonight was my last supper .. so to speak.
I can share the method.
I cannot share the spices, they were given to me pre-mixed and I'm in the dark on them too, but I do taste cinnamon.
Milk - flour mix - egg - flour mix.

Resting the battered chicken for a little while will help the crunch.

Fry & dry.
Almost as good as KFC fillets.


Ty & the syringe pen.

Her chores list. Taking advice from the song, Blurred Lines.
Trying to domesticate her.

Thursday, January 30, 2014

Monkey Bread.

The original recipe is too wicked for consumption, I adjusted for health purposes. There is no need to wake up tomorrow bloated.
Start with part 2 c AP Flour and 4 c brown rice flour OR 6 c of AP Flour.
Add 2 packets of dry active yeast and 1 tsp of salt.
In a pot, scald some milk (UHT), 1/2 c butter and 1/2 c of sugar - I used Splenda.

Mash 3 rip bananas, the riper the better.

Add 2 eggs and bananas to the dry mix and the scalded milk mixture.

1 tsp of cinnamon after mixing

Knead and chafe that baby and set it in a greased glass jar to rise - 45 minutes. The scalded milk will aid as heat and the rise will be quick.

Punch down and roll into little balls and place into a bundt pan. Add the caramel and pecans.

Cook for 25 minutes at 200 degrees C.
It's all good.

While we're in health mode, I must plug Jo Randells Kiwigarden healthy freeze dried snacks.

The End.

Breathe again.

I had a dream that a volcano erupted in our community and demons came out of the molt n lava. They were visiting each house and I could see in shadows that they had horns confirming my demon suspicion. When a demon came to my house it was actually a Power Ranger from Utah bringing Fish n Chips for dinner.

Yip.

The great thing about seasons is that because it's a winter sport, somewhere some country is playing rugby. Six Nations begins this weekend.
England, France, Ireland, Scotland, Italy and Wales.
My pompoms are green for the six nations. I respect the team that had their way with our All Blacks for 40 minutes, but were owned in overtime. There is a certain nobility in it, and I'm Irish for the six nations tournament.

Also ... Superbowl XLVIII on Monday.
Go Broncos.

Wednesday, January 29, 2014

Talks with my niece.

Topic: Richie McCaw.

I might marry him one day.
I'll never call him Uncle. Uncle Larry is my only Uncle
But you never know.
You'd never ever meet him anyway, he's a celebrity.
He's not a celebrity.
What is he then?
The best rugby player in the world. THE WORLD.
What would you even say to him if you met him.
I'd ask him what he really thinks about the new scrum laws and whether he thinks the addition that thwarts the scrum-half from feeding the ball, until the ref tells him to, is benficial.
He'll never be your boyfriend if you ask him that first.

Probably.

Self-help books.

Tyler posted a picture to her instagram last week that made me roll my eyes.

I loathe self-help books with affection. I've read several over the years only because they were on the book shelf and I got the same message from each of them. They tell you what you want to hear, not what you need to hear.

Before my sister had her first baby, her bible was a book by Dr. Phil giving parental advice. I rolled my eyes at that too and noticed she didn't pull it out for baby 2 and 3. One of my brothers argued that the books on my shelf are self-help books. Recipe books are not self-help fool. 

Yesterday my sister told me I needed to read a book, can't remember what it was called, about getting through grief. I told her I'm not grieving because of a belief system that eased the grief away as soon as it came. Even then, both Larry and I understood that death was imminent for him because of the stage of his illness. When you get to that point, you enjoy each other as much as you can. When death comes, you bypass grief as quickly as you can with years of great memories.

Back to Tyler. She's getting married soon and is concerned about being domesticated. She knows how to make quesadillas in a panini press and how to microwave porridge. I was worse than that when I got married and spent the first year at Best Taco down Magnolia in North Hollywood. The book she has on her night stand isn't going to help her cook or keep a house. That will come when they start out on their own.

She doesn't need a book to tell her how to treat her husband.
All she needs him to know is that her sun rises in his eyes ... like Larry knew.

Tuesday, January 28, 2014

Begin Again Part II

Sunday.

Monday lunch for Hubba-Lush.
Day 2 at Kohanga was good. Tears this morning yes, but they begin pick up from next week where they'll pick her up from home and drop off again at 3pm. When I picked her up today the main teacher was sitting in the sand pit playing a guitar and singing with a bike helmet on.
It made me smile.

You can't hide this ish from me Papa Greg. If you don't want to share your crayfish, don't thaw it out outside where everyone can see it. Not even that blue gingham tea towel could hide those orange delicacies.

Anyone want a kitten? The Farmers have 7 to give away. We'll save one for Larell and one for Jasiah, that will leave 5 up for grabs. I told the kids to put ribbons around their necks and put them on doorsteps. If you get one, it wasn't us.

Monday was yesterday. We've been exhasting The Dungeon. Went for a walk up the road with Tashi, Ty and Demps and almost died. It's a much needed change. Yeah, should've started last year, but Christmas does things to the mind and shops basically give away chocolate.








Alas, the beginning is minimal - but it's something. I don't do before and after shots.

Monday, January 27, 2014

Last Monday of Jan.

Day 1 for 2014 school for Hubba went off well. She had a 'fun day' and wasn't the only one crying at their parents feet. She actually didn't cry, she just watched closely so I wouldn't sneak away. I stayed for 45 minutes trying to fix computers there and when she found a bike and rode out of sight, I gapped it home. It will be a stop, drop and roll drop-off tomorrow. I have somewhere to be at 9.30am.

I thought of her crying all day. It made my day longer watching the clock and hoping she was ok. Usually I call, but if I heard her crying in the back I would have gone to pick her up and bring her home again.

I just need to win the lotto then she won't have to go to school (till she's 5) and I won't have to go to school. Until then, we're sticking with Plan B.

In other news.
I hate this song, with much passion, but I have to give her props tonight because she beat RiRi at the Grammys. She won 2 for the song that makes my skin crawl .. it's possible it's Lorde herself that makes my skin crawl. I couldn't look at the TV screen when she gave her acceptance speech .. nor could I understand her kiwi accent.

Sunday, January 26, 2014

Begin again.

It's raining. I can hear it on my tin roof top .. and when the sun rises tomorrow, it will be time for school for the child. Learning to go to bed early, the routine begins tomorrow.

Love me some late night Caro.

The Sabbath.

I got the movie Frozen on Monday and have watched it 4 - 5 times a day since then. It was either 4 - 5 times a day or listen to crying all day.

Someone made me sick during the week and I have a viral infection that had me laid up all day yesterday - minus the hour where my Mum locked the keys in the car at Mitre 10 and I had to go be MyGuyver with a wire coat hanger and a screw driver all the while trying to hold back purging.

I have enough energy to shower and crawl back onto the couch.
I wouldn't wish this feeling on anyone ... not even Tyler for removing my property from the house without asking.

Wait till you get home.

Friday, January 24, 2014

Morning report.

You know NZ is getting hard up for news when the first thing you read in the Herald today is Justin Beiber getting arrested. Really. Who cares?

"Hubba, Justin Bieber got arrested today for drunk driving"
"Who?"
Exactly.

Come on NZ. Finding a snake in an imported crate is better news than the arrest of an imbecile. And I type this as his song, ft. Chris Brown, plays on the dock in the background.

Thursday, January 23, 2014

Thursday.

Thanks Mummy Mitchy for my new rug.
These kind of photos are only enjoyed by my sister who likes to see order in her Hubba-Lush's room. Moved her bed away from the window, in prep for winter, and thought she'd enjoy the show now she has a clear view of the hallway and into the lounge, but no.

We bored her and she was asleep within 5 minutes of climbing into bed.

Papa Greg, I bet you can't make a wheel to spin the song for sharing time ...
His reply.
I bet you can't make tortilla bowls for my dinner I'm hosting on Friday.

He's catching on.

Papa Greg, I bet you can't buy my Nurses uniform for school.
Got the ugly thing today.
He's the best.
My Mum things I'm a con .. I'll bet her that she can't buy my nurse shoes next week.

Sara Bareilles knows.


This is so you know the sound
Of someone who loves you from the ground
Tonight you're not alone at all
This is me sending out my satellite call

Spent most of the day with The Livians. Had the urge to slit some throats before lunch time, but a much needed catch-up with them.

Kohanga in 4 days.
Secondary school in 11 days.
25 days for me to find the chi I need to be a Nurse.
Wish he was here to tautoko me in person for the next 3 years.

Wednesday, January 22, 2014

6 days and counting.

The Livians bought back a dollhouse during their last Auckland trip. I like this one.. the first one broke because it was cardboard and the second one has become apart of the bath time toy bin. Not as stupid as the giant unicorn that lives in the shed.

We discovered Frozen over the weekend. We watched it yesterday and again today.
Do you want to build a snowman?

Bebins birthday cake.
Michy made it ..

.. and New World put it in a nice box for her.

Beating up older sister.

Mitchy and her visiting teaching companion are trying to compete with Tashi and I.
Dumb!

Thanks for my coffee table Livians.
I bet Papa he couldn't turn the light above my table into a hanging pendant lamp.

I like it.

I just want my house to look nice ..
OR
.. I'm getting carried away with my addiction to Pinterest.

Tuesday, January 21, 2014

9 Years of Bebin.

Newborn Bebin.

2006 Bebin.

2007 Bebin in Australia.

2008 Bebin.

2009 Bebin home for the holidays in NZ.

2010 Bebin with a ratty.

2011 Bebin being a Bebin - just moved home from Australia.

2012 Bebin at Uncle Lazz's funeral.

2013 Bebin at cross country.

Jan 2014 Bebin.

Bebin is the only Craig child where I was in the delivery room to greet him when he exited. Nothing beautiful about it, but let's have 2 more Mitchy!
Happy Birthday Bebs!
You are my favourite nephew starting with a B and you're too old for presents.