Bits Of My Weekend - Volume Thirteen

Welcome to another volume!

Saturday we did the usual Castle visit. We can't get in anymore. They have taped everything up inside ready for painting.

They've painted the gables and guttering. There's also a frame for the neighbours now.

Chyken had a gig in the city on Saturday night. I dropped him off and then went to a mate's place for Chicken Shop! om nom nom nom



She has a very cute cat, with eyes like saucers. Say hello to Senorita Fluffykins!


My Sunday was spent in the kitchen. I made all these things:

This is beef casserole. I transferred it to the oven after this and cooked it for 4 hours. It will be dinner one night this week.



I made English Tea Cake. Yum!

Not one, but two Egg & Bacon pies. One is whole eggs and one is scrambled up, because some people are fussy.

For dinner tonight we had Thai Chicken Casserole. I whacked it in the slow cooker this morning and let it hang about there most of the day. We had it with rice and it was very tasty!




For dessert we had Bootlace.


Bootlace is an old family recipe. Put simply, it is warm chocolate sauce for ice-cream. It is nommilicious.

Sunday night was spent in front of the TV with Nutter & Chyken. Bliss!

Pop over to Six in the City to see how the other half lived this weekend...

(If Michelle hasn't posted her bits yet, check back later, she's in the USA and things are a bit behind there!)

What did YOU do this weekend?

Him

I missed him yesterday. I missed him all day long. Most days I can hear him so clearly. Sometimes, I can smell him. Sometimes he is so close, I feel like if I turned around fast enough, I could catch a glimpse of him.

There is a part of me, a little girl part of me, that is sure he lives in the moon, and can hear me when I talk out loud to him. I know that's bizarre and ritualistic, and that I should know better, but I find myself doing it anyway.

He wasn't a perfect father, but he was mine. I have this list of questions I would just love to have answers to, but, as with so many questions I have for my father, for God, for the universe, those are not for this life.

Bits Of My Weekend - Volume Twelve

Welcome to another BOMW edition.

On Saturday we went to Costco, always a fun day out. We saw these, but we didn't buy them. Neither beer nor nuts are good for cats.

We DID buy bagels. But I ate them before I thought to take a photo of them.

On the way we visited the Castle. We have a kitchen! Woot! Surely it can't be long now until they let us move in?

Sunday we celebrated Emily's birthday. Out for a nommy meal and then home for this!

Happy 15th Birthday Emily!

(Sorry about the candles...)

Check out Six in the City to see what others around the world did this weekend.

What did YOU do?

Bits Of My Weekend - Volume Eleven

I had a really shitty week. (See post below). I wouldn't call this weekend outstanding, but it was certainly much better than the week!

Here is Nutter being cute. She's very good at it. I'm also impressed with this photo because I took it and somehow managed to get just her face in focus. I love it!
Saturday night we went out for dinner for Chyken's Mum's birthday. I went to order our meals and they asked for our table number. I said it was the big one with the highchairs. They said, 'Oh, with the guy with the tomato shirt?'. My husband, instant celebrity!

mmmmm... cake!

Sunday I went to work. This adorns the wall there.

We also moved house this weekend. No, not into the Castle, it isn't finished yet. We had internal doors delivered though, so it's inching ever closer! We moved from my Mum's house into my sister's house. Luckily (?) we didn't have a whole house to move, just our bed and clothes really. It still sucked like all house moving does.


Check out Michelle's blog for Bits Of My Weekend from around the world. (If her post isn't up yet, check back later, she's in the USA and is probably out at a 4th of July parade and/or eating something amazing!)

What did you get up to this weekend?

Deleting the Pigs

Recently I have been made to feel guilty for something that is not my fault. Although I am trying really hard not to let this get to me, inevitably it is. I'm not going to go into details here, but trust me on this, almost everyone wrongly blames me for the entire situation. This is largly due to the fact that they blindly believe what others have told them without bothering to ask me (or others that were there) what really happened.

I overheard a police officer on the TV last night saying 'There are two sides to every story, and the truth is usually somewhere in the middle.' How very true that is. I think what is most upsetting to me is that no one is even prepared to entertain the possibility that it is the other person's fault. I admit that I 'started' it, but I did not use violence, which the other person did. To me, this is very wrong.

There is no situation where violence is acceptable. Ever. I learned this the hard way. I was a victim of domestic violence in a previous relationship. It is only after thousands of dollars worth of therapy that I can admit that without bursting into tears. It was NOT my fault he did that to me. How can people that watched me recover from that not see the huge amounts of wrong-ness in this current situation?

I'm hurt, I'm angry and I'm really disappointed. Although having said that, there is a part of me that is not surprised. I've been blamed for things almost my whole life, why should that pattern change now?

So, I'm taking control. They can blame me all they like, and while it is not a pleasant situation to be in, it's the one I'm stuck in. I've tried and I can't make them see my point of view. I admit defeat. I'm giving up. They can think and say and do what they like. I know the truth. Those that matter to me know the truth. The rest of them can fuck off and find someone else to blame. As of this moment, these people have ceased to exist in my world. They will never see my beautiful new house, for I will not invite them in. They shall not have anything to do with any children I may have, for I do not trust someone with such violent tendancies. I have a feeling this is not going to go down well, but I've spent a long time trying to please other people, and that hasn't worked, so I'm going to do what is right for me from now on.


What have I got to lose?