A four year old

With cake eyes.

Rocket Cake.

And a wombat in space.

Fifty-five

My Dad turned 55 today. When I left home to go to Uni, he wrote me a letter every week. He'd type it all, including the address on the front of the envelope. I still feel nostalgic for type written letters. His letters were always wonderful, and regularly had me both rolling around laughing and sometimes crying. Now he has moved on to email, and it's not quite the same, still he has a way with words, and writing as he talks which is a combination of straight observation and sly hilarity.

This week he had tales of a firefighting course at Lake Tinaroo, new safety orange uniforms, runaway grand-children, mustering cattle and Alfred (my nephew) recording the backing tracks for his new raps. As usual it makes me slightly homesick and happy to hear from him.
Much love and happy birthday Tony.

afternoon tea

Yesterday I made a pear upside down cake. It was glazed with cinnamon and orange juice. I like an excuse to bake a cake. Thanks miss Hooper for having a birthday afternoon tea.

birthday girl

Happy Birthday lovely lady. Brookie and I concocted a plan to babysit, and whilst babysitting bake a surprise birthday cake for the lady of the moment. Unfortunately Amory had other ideas, and they didn't get to go out to dinner as he wouldn't go to sleep.

Meanwhile I was waiting in the back alley with an unbaked cake, hoping to get word to come in and bake it. Poor Andrea had no idea, and was confused by the attempts to explain. It turned out Ok though, as the smell of baking chocolate cake took over the house. Yum.

Happy Birthday beautiful lady!

happy birthday brookeeee

Easy Writer!
xxxxxxxxxxx

30

yeah ME, thirty.

I had a lovely day of it too, talking to loved ones and eating apfel strudel with snow in the morning and an amazingly delicious Eritrean feast and beer and cheer...

And yes I was still grinning. and I'm still feeling lucky...

Because my grandma called me, and so did brookie, mum and dad, and cake and pie-man and the lovely and amazing andrea... It's good to hear you...

THANKYOU!

happy happy

hi.

long time.

happy new year.

today is my birthday.

happy me.

happy 29 year old me.

don't worry you can save up all your birthday kisses and presents for my return...

SAVE THEM!

it's holidays

woodstump

it was adams birthday. i made berry pancakes for breakfast ...


and a woodstump dark ginger cake...


sorry i've been a bit absent of late. working a lot. eating a lot.

we made wontons, inspired a little by ester at full as a goog. plenty of room for improvement but still delicious. yes, food is my friend.

this week is catch up week... so call me if you wanna have coffee or beer, though i'm not good at drinking lately and might fall off my chair or something.

oh yeah chutney club looms, so i better get busy.

happy birthday to ronan yesterday. if you see him this week give him a kiss. or feed him. i will, if he lets me.

OH BOY

sailor is one now. which means i have been back in melbourne for over a year, and what have i done? the main thing was fall hopelessly in love with the little boy.
there was a lovely party for him by the river.
with family, sausages, cakes and cupcakes and games and boating... it was real good...

happy birthday scorpion

yeah you,
and you,
and you,
and you,
and also you...

i quite like these moody little beasts...

i have some cakes to bake...

where is my apron?

happy birthday hoops

we love you.



if anyone sees her around today. muss up that yella hair...

oh, she doesn't smoke anymore... and her hair is so long these days, but either way still VERY cute...

good mornin bright eyes

a thirtieth birthday party for a woman who looks not a day over 22 apart from her 'to die for' deep and pooly knowing eyes... i think she may just be the most beautiful woman IN THE WORLD.

it was in the woods. a ukranian scout hall? a ufo? a dance floor from hell. a stage. a room full of new people. who seem lovely. but scary. i am shy. I AM. there was an impenetrable circle around the fire. but it worked quite nice in the end. i bonded with this bastard who makes too much sense to me in a 'i know you cause i'm like you and yes i like you'. i danced like a motherfucker.

after all that reckless, funny, and hot hot dancin with all those lovely but coupley types i had trouble gettin my head out of the gutter all the way home. it doesn't help when you're in a car full of hot single ladies bemoaning the lack of handsome men who don't also have amazing beautiful women. i got to thinking of a man who describes me as infectious and flighty. like bird flu. baton down the hatches kiddo.

after the loverly alex and nadine dropped us back in my neighbourhood brookie and i rolled up to hoops's house... i knocked on the door in a sorry state. as she took in the damage i indicated the red bag in my hands and asked if i could please move in. to her credit she said yes... making some comment about us looking broken. i said i was actually going for glamour and i'd appreciate her not being so dissmissive of my efforts. but she took us in and cooked us a four course dinner and i asked her to marry me... because her wontons win...

a little postscript.

careful what you look at... in my achey body state i just saw a pretty girls self portrait with this poem under it... methinks it would actually be worse if she could spell...

The withered angel with a hiden truth.
Silent as she acends
Trapped in a everlasting misery....

it goes on, but i will leave it at that.