Tuesday, April 28, 2009

No, no!!!! Please don't make me!!!

I don't know if it's a male thing but shopping with Deno can be such a frustrating experience. I swear, in this relationship, when it comes to shopping, I'm the boy and he's the girl.

I'll go to the shops when I need to buy something. I know what I want and I know what shops I'm going to go to. I know the order I'm going to visit the shops and I have a pretty good idea which one I will actually find the item I want in.
It's all about getting the best value in the shortest amount of time.
In and out as they say!

Deno on the other hand, will go to the shop and say "What do we need?"
Really? That's your question? Cos my response to that is if you have to ask, then you probably don't really need it!!
Sure, I'm all for blowing money for the hell of it now and then but Deno's is an automatic response, not a once in a while kind of thing.
Ah Deno, lucky you can be so cute... at times...let's not overdo it now!

The boy/girl thing breaks down though when we talk about what we're shopping for. There are some shops that just make me cringe and I'm almost begging not to go (Deno rarely visits a store alone).
Take Bunnings for example. It's so huge!!! It has aisle after aisle of stuff that I'm never ever going to be interested in!!! And Deno walks so fast!! We must look a sight when we're in there because he's always a pace or two in front of me and invariably, we're arguing. All I can think is "in a little while I will be out of this place... just endure..."
Bunnings is torture!

I'm not one for clothes shopping either... especially if I'm the one buying. I just hate trying things on... but grocery shopping is great! And I love the tech type stores... Dick Smith, Tandy's JB's... I can spend a lot of time in those stores...

So the moral of this story is, if you want a happy wife, know what you're shopping for and leave her home when you want to go to Bunnings!!!

Love ya honey

Sunday, April 26, 2009

Fill her up please!

There's nothing like going to my parents place for me. My parents bought the house not long before I was born so it was the home I knew growing up. You can imagine the memories it holds!

I don't know why it is but for some reason, the first thing I do when I enter the home, after I greet my parents of course, is check out what's cooking on the stove, or what has just been baked! There is always tons of food!!! And it's always good!
I walk over to the stove, lift the lids of whatever pots are there. Perhaps do a taste test if applicable...
I then check out the counter tops... anything to taste there?
Lastly, I open the fridge to check out what's new in there.
I just love my parents place! So much interesting food.

It's impossible to leave the place without feeling stuffed. I do it to myself all the time! If it's not the food, it's the countless coffees I seem to have while I'm there. Why does coffee taste better at my mums?

Or perhaps it's just that it all tastes better when we're sitting around a table talking about things.

It's nice and comforting and hopefully, my kids will feel the same about coming back to their childhood home when they've got families of their own.


Thursday, April 23, 2009

Shoe Curse

It could be because I'm always insisting I'm not a girlie girl, but I seem to have such bad luck with shoes.

I hate shopping for them in the first place because my shoes are always in the 'gigantor' section. Forget pretty little strappy sandals, my feet were not made for them! In fact, the less attention I can draw to my feet the better! I'm a full cover, boot type of girl...

So yesterday I went shopping for some new shoes as my last regular 'every day black' pair were biting the dust... I tend to wear things into the ground...I found a cute little pair that covered most of my foot and had a pleasant surprise when the cashier said they were 30% off. Yipee for me...

The excitement was short lived however when I decided to wear these new shoes to work today... I wasn't at work ten minutes when I thought the shoes were a bit loose, and went to strap them in a bit tighter...I gave the strap a tiny little tug and...It fell off.Yes that's right, it FELL OFF COMPLETELY!!!!

I sat there for twenty seconds or so thinking "what am I going to do now" I got up and had a little walk around and saw that although difficult, I could walk around in them if I was careful... and a little work with a needle and thread will fix the rest tonight...(Yes I know I can return them but I hate returning things)

So the shine is completely off my new shoes!!

I was a bit worried about what I was going to do at lunch time as I normally go out to buy my lunch.As luck would have it, it was raining and I was only able to move at a very slow pace so I got drenched!

So another pair of shoes are going to be ruined and that means I have the arduous chore of having to buy some more shoes at some stage... I guess I'll just have to psyche myself up for it!


Saturday, April 18, 2009

The way to a man's heart

We had a visitor coming over today so I did what I’m always looking for an excuse to do…. I baked a cake!

In my opinion, it was delicious! It had bits of apples and berries, along with the very evil but essential measure of oil, flour and sugar.
As the men chatted, I lovingly iced it with my secret icing mixture. YUM!

Then while it was still a little oven warm, I served it to them. It looked so soft and moist as I slid the knife down to cut their pieces.
Imagine my horror, when Deno, who got his piece before the guest, said “Eww, what did you put in here? It tastes horrible, did you put a spice in my accident?”

Now of course I didn’t! I tasted it and there was nothing wrong with it!! And our guest, even though I’m sure he was now nervous, ate it and didn’t look like he was doing so under duress!!
Deno had just had a couple of bacon and egg rolls for lunch so I wonder if that taste had affected his judgment??

Later on while we were waiting for the football to start I decided to make an experimental dish. I get inspired from time to time… usually as I’m sitting mind numbed in front of the TV…

Not giving away the recipe (which unfortunately I didn’t write down so I don’t know if I’ll be able to reproduce it!) but it was a delicious dish! Perfect for a cool, autumn night.

Deno didn’t say a word as he ate it but I did hear a few mmm’s as he put forkfuls into his mouth.

Deno hardly ever tells me he likes something I cook or bake but I knew I’d hit the jackpot when he got to the end of his meal.
He put his fork down and licked the plate clean!! Good enough evidence for me!


Wednesday, April 15, 2009

A perfect fit!

I've got two words to say.
"Stretch Pants"
Or maybe I should say
"Lycra Pants"
Who would have thought that such a quick, non consequential (and certainly unplanned) buy would have brought me so much comfort and satisfaction?

Why oh why, had I been suffering with those old, horrible, black work pants!! Why!! They were loose in the leg and tight in the ... well they were uncomfortable! And my expanding waistline wasn't helping matters...
So while on a brief shopping trip with Sarah and Josh last week, I decided to try on a pair of black pants I saw and immediately knew I had to purchase them!
I've worn them to work a few times since and just can't believe I persisted with the uncomfortables for so long!

Now when I say stretch pants, I'm not talking about "dag-lounge around the house" type pants. They still look smart and perfect for the office environment but they FEEL like a second skin over my bottom half!!
So comfortable!
I didn't even spend very much for them!
Now that's a true bargain.

Who knew that a simple clothing purchase could bring so much joy?
Perhaps I am a girl after all...

Sunday, April 12, 2009

Another great Margot fact

It's a fact, at least it's a Margot fact, that nobody outside of your car, can hear you when you're singing in the car.
Why do I know that's a fact? Because when I'm driving around, or stopped at the lights, I can't hear anyone else singing in their cars!!! (Regardless of the fact that those people aren't singing)
So it follows, that they wouldn't be able to hear me... even if my windows are wound down a touch... I'm sure my fact is still true.
So why do I get those strange looks????

This little Margot fact also extends to MP3 players. If I have my MP3 blaring away in my ears, people can't really hear me singing along to it because I can't hear myself can I? So if I can't hear it, and I'm right there, how could anyone else who's further away from me hear it?
Stands to reason right?

On a deathly still Easter Sunday morning, I brought up my Music program and picked a few little songs to listen to before I went for my run. One of those songs was Amy Stewarts, "Knock on Wood" from a very long time ago... This is one of my favourite songs because no matter what mood I'm in when I start to hear it, I'm always in a positive mood by the end!
So in the Easter Sunday Silence, as this song came on, my little engine became revved up and not two bars in, I was screaming away at the top of my lungs.
Now, I'm in the comfort of my own home so although Deno could hear me (but he didn't say anything so I'd have to think he didn't mind) I'm sure the rest of the street couldn't hear me and I have no reason to be embarrassed as I drive out sheepishly a little later this morning....


Thursday, April 9, 2009

One hundred and what?????

I had an interesting experience at lunch time. I was at a store in the city, buying my lunch and a few other extra little bits and pieces.

When it comes to make up, I'm a firm believer that there's not a hell of a lot of difference between the expensive stuff and the cheap stuff. Speaking generally of course, I know there are the exceptions...

So there I was, bent over, looking at the cheap powders trying to decide what colour I usually buy when I hear from behind me, "They put that cheap stuff down there for a reason you know. They should be embarrassed to be selling it."

I looked up with a half smile on my face to see a short, well groomed "gay" looking man. I turned back to the powders, choosing any old colour just to be out of there but I wasn't fast enough.

"You should come over to Myer where we've got ______ (can't remember the brand he mentioned) on sale."

Ok... I thought, I'll take the bait.

"How much is it?"

"One hundred and... (now it was either $179 or $159. Honestly I stopped listening once I heard the hundred part) dollars"

I said "hmmm, maybe next time" and I'm sure he could tell my words were dripping with sarcasm!

What was his point anyhow? Did he really think I was going to put my $13 powder away to get his expensive one? Or was he trying to show me how much better he was than me?
Now that I think about it, what the hell was he doing lurking about the make up section in a discount store anyhow? He wasn't looking for anything. He wasn't in line, he was just standing there!!

This world is made up of strange people that's for sure but that's what keeps things interesting!