Tuesday Tip

Beware short cuts. As I may have mentioned, I really enjoy cooking but sometimes a quicky meal is fun too. This was going to be my tuesday tip until I tasted it so, "don't try this at home". I steamed some broccoli and cauliflower and was going to make a cheese sauce topping. "But wait" I thought "Why not top this with cheese slices ? quick and easy peasy" but not tasty, wasty. It's not a good idea, even if you cheese slices left over from family night, resist the temptation and either use plain grated cheese or make that sauce.

TGIF

I'm having a geek day. You know, when you have two left hands (sorry T) and one has no thumb. I make up around 20 parcels a month but today, the packaging tape kept twisting into a self embrace, I left parts out of one, I put the wrong invoice into another and had to rip it open before the glue took hold. I can't see the (faux) wood of my desk and I really don't know what all these papers are for. It must be friday, time to wind down the spring, get ready to chill for the weekend. My daughter is taking me out to breakfast tomorrow and the love of my life is my hot date for breakfast on sunday. A lot to look forward to, I feel a little less geeky now.
Have a good one.

Tuesday Tip

Always say "Goodbye". Even if you're angry, tired, bored, whatever, treat every day with your loved ones as if it's the last.

My BFF

Mothers, you may want to cover your daughters eyes for this one.
Tomorrow is our 43rd Wedding Anniversary. I was 18 and he was 22 when we were married. Fifteen months later Sion was born and twenty two months after that along came Samantha and Timothy. We've worked together for the past 25 years and he is truly the love of my life - I don't just say that.
Lest you think this is just a fairy tale well, we've had our ups and we've had our downs, we've had our fights and we've had our loving and do you know, I wouldn't change it for the world. When I listen to people spouting on about kids being too young to marry, wasting their youth etc. etc. I can honestly say that there has never been a day when I regret marrying "young".
So to the one I love, through thick and thin, sick and sin - cheers, I hope we have many more xxx

Tuesday Tip

For the carnivores. It seems to me that when buying chicken breasts they are sometimes (as is the case with some of us humans) rather small and flat. I prefer to buy chicken breast on the bone with skin. Once the small bone is removed and the skin easily slipped off you are left with a D cup breast rather than the AA you pay more for, ready boned and skinned.

Glum

When I left for work this morning the day was gloomy and it made me think that there's something sad about an empty house in winter. As I walk through, saying goodbye to Daisy and Amber, turning off lights and the radio I'm followed by that middle ground between dark and light. Suddenly the house feels colder and very lonesome. It's different on a sunny day when happy light pours through the windows, perking up even the dullest corners and leaving a happy feel to the day.
Today I'll hurry home to turn on lights and music, for number three will need cheering up. Perhaps the sight of me doing a weeks ironing will bring a rosy glow to the bricks, it certainly brings one to my cheeks.

Duh

Dr Edward Martin, Edward D May, Ray Edwards, hmm do we sense a theme here? Mr Johnny Brown, Mrs Kate Johnson, Will Wood and my personal favourite - Peter McWealth. Apparently these are just some of the people who think I'm truly gullible but, as Timothy will tell you, they've taken gullible out of the dictionary. (Sorry, old family joke).
These people, along with countless members of Nigerian royalty seem to think that I'm going to part with my money (what money?) at the drop of an email.
I won't even mention the countless strangely named people who believe they can do wonders for my sex life, most of whom assume I'm a man.
What fun the internet can be and how sad if there are really people out there who will fall for the trickery. On the other hand, it could be that my cynicism has allowed me to let tens of millions of rands just slip through my disbelieving fingers, a bit like the boy who cried wolf. Perhaps one day I'll miss out on a genuine legacy from a distant relative I have never met.