Lil' Avei the Biker!

Part of an unfinished adventure to Pak'n'Save today - got to Barnadoes and had to turn back - Oh well.

The Cat Gauntlett

I'd like to see them try to poo on THIS!!! Yes, this is pretty much EVERY possible cat deterrent you can think of with the main feature of plastic forks, buried in the ground - prongs up! (this is where they - the evil neighbours' cats - seem to favour pooping in particular), sprinkled with crushed egg shells, littered with orange peel and liberally covered with ground black pepper - so far, so good.

...And yes, I HAVE considered sharpening each prong individually and dipping them in vinegar....!

Jonsta - Unfiltered

Jonsta (viewing the pictures of the dear friends they miss from NZ from this blog post http://containyourexcitement.blogspot.com/2010/01/missing-as.html) - Jonsta begins listing off the people and families he knows from the pictures...

Jonsta - that's Eric!

Me - Impressive that you remember him son

Jonsta - that's OUR family! Hey, that's Jared's family! Annnnd...Matthew's family! Annnnd...oh! That's Nicholas' family - I KNOW that family! And that's Haki and I don't have any idea who's family.....!

Me (hoping for an interesting response) - Haki's family? Does Haki have a family? (also cos I knew Jonsta prob had NO idea who exactly made up Haki's family)

Jonsta (not one to be caught out in an error) JUST KIDDING!!

Me - It's Ange son. Haki and Ange. Ange is married to Haki.

Jonsta - Oh! (the Oh! of realisation). Haki and Ange's family...I don't see ME in OUR family's picture...

Me - That's right - that's because you and Monk were probably at school Jonts...

Jonsta - who's THAT guy?

Me - Which one?

Jonsta - THAT one (pointing)

Me - (enlarging the picture) You know who THAT is...

Jonsta - Oh! It's Eric! Eric's in this picture too. And the picture of OUR family....Oh, and who is THIS girl again...? (pointing to Sherry)

Me - THIS girl? You mean the one holding Joe?

Jonsta - (incredulous) I didn't know Joe was in this picture!!!!

All new Blog for fellow Crochet/Knit addicts!!

Short post linking to my all NEW blog! I've finally got round to putting together a blog for all things Crochet, Knit and Ami Ana of course! (only after Sherry hounded me about doing this.....more or less...) - so here it is! YAY!! Please check it out, become a follower, tell all your friends/other Ami Ana fans - all that stuff!

http://anarashii.blogspot.com/

Cheers Ana aka The Crazy Crochet Nutter

PS - Yes, I realise it's not called Ami Ana - instead I've named it Anarashii - its an adjective I've made up using a Japanese suffix which means -like or -ish - as such I think it perfectly describes what I try to do with Ami Ana and all my fashions - give ya piece of me! : P

The Rocky terrain of Bake-offs.....

"Mount" Afghan - made by Mummy and Jonty.

Typically features crumbly choclate biscuit terrain - this hot fudge "volcanic" mount recently erupted covering said mount in molten hot fudge icing and skewed walnut debris... (voted "tops" by Afghan connoisseur, Bro. Taylor).

Dark Chocolate Fudge and Dark Chocolate Fudge with Roasted (and chopped) Hazelnuts - my own entry - Awarded "Best Cake" of all things for want of a better category - Mum's should have won - in my opinion - as hers was the only actual cake and has chocolate cream cheese icing to die for - SERIOUSLY!

What I'll probably have to eat for at least the next SIX or so months to make up for all of this....fudge anyone?

Umeboshi...Smoshi....

To whom it may concern,

Yes. We have a plum tree - you've probably noticed this on your multiple excursions through our property! -STOP PICKING OUR PLUMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Our plums are NOT actually sour plums - they're just not ripe yet!! QUIT PICKING THEM!!!!!

You're wasting perfectly good plums!!! DON'T!!!

Signed,

Me - owner of the house and land you're using as a public thoroughfare - guess what - it's NOT!!

Auwh...

"Auwh"... (dawning realisation sort of "Oh" sound)

This was Joseph's response when I stopped him from helping himself to his THIRD spiced Banana Muffin for the morning and pointed out that he hadn't actually eaten the previous one, but had in fact merely "broken it into a gazillion pieces and thrown it all over the floor" (my exact words).

"That's not eating," I further explained, as we looked at the broken up bits of muffin on the floor, "That's Cookie Monster 'eating'. That's cheating."