Getting sorted

I am amazed that I can even move after this last weekend. I have eaten a lot or food. Well, when I say food, I mean cake. There was certainly more than one point that my body was at least 50% sugar. Luckily I don’t tend to suffer from the usually inevitable sugar crash that claims so many others. I did however have great difficulty getting out of bed yesterday morning. But, as we all know, I’m not much of a morning person.

At this exact moment I am task avoiding. Miss R has left me a list of chores to get through this week. The biggest of these is to file all my uni stuff, and clean my desk. I’d like to state for the record that my desk is not that bad. It may look like chaos, but I know where everything is. Miss R remains unimpressed. So once I’m finished blogging I’m going to have to make a start on it. I should point out that I have no issue with putting everything away, I would just rather do it without the nagging.

Realistically, this burst of chores is my own fault. Miss R is not prepared to have people over unless the house is spotless. Hence the cleaning frenzy. The fact there are still 11 days before the birds is beside the point. I have done the most important stuff. I’ve ordered the bird, and told all the test subjects volunteers where and when. Really it’ll be fine.

With all the food I can’t imagine anyone will be looking at anything else.

Burst of popularity

November is going to be a very busy month. It looks like I will be busy just about every weekend. This is what happens when uni finishes for the year. The fact that a few of us also have our birthdays this month isn’t helping. 

One of the most important events this November will be the Turducken & bake-off. I have spoken with the nice butcher man, and he will make this mythical beast for me (provided I give him a few days notice).

Now November is looking fairly full already. I've already got a bbq/engagement on the 5^th, a Mad Hatter’s tea party on the 6^th, and a birthday party on the 26^th. This leaves us with two options the 12^th or the 19^th. Personally, I always think Saturdays are a better option, because it leaves most of Sunday to recover. Given the amount of food this is likely to produce, we’ll all need that extra day (and possibly some baggy pants).

I’ve never made one of these before, so I have no idea what it will taste like, we may end up with pizza and cake. This is very much the test run. If it all goes well the Turducken will be centre table christmas day.

The girls from Uni have all volunteered to be my guinea pigs, so I’ve sent an email out. Depending on their availability I may end up cornering some of the girls from work too. Given how busy things are this time of year I won’t be offended if people can’t make it.

I’m sure I’ll be able to find any leftovers good homes.

Annoyed

I should be in a better mood. Really, after four days down the great ocean road with Miss R I should be relaxed. And I was. Even thought she was smart and took today off, while I went to work. I managed to get trough my shift without raising my voice. I even managed not to bite the head of the teenagers that were accosting people for money as they used the atm. I did however tell them that I would be calling the police, which produced the same result. I have no issues with busking, provided you know a few songs and can actually play them. But begging just pisses me off. Ask me about my experiences in London sometime if you really want to get me going.

No, I'm annoyed for a very book geek reason: I can't remember the title of a book that I saw while I was away. I took photo's off all the one's that would be brilliant for work, but didn't take one of the book I actually wanted for myself. To be fair I had planned to go back for it, but I just didn't make it that far. Which has left me here for the last 2 hours trying to remember the damn title.

The most obvious option would be to take myself off to a bookstore and look around until I see it. I'm fairly good at recognising covers. It's a hangover from working in the book store. But there aren't any local bookstores anymore. Well, there is one, but I have my own reasons for not buying anything from there. I will have to make a trek into the city. Not really something I have time for at the moment.

The other option is to ring the bookstore and ask them to look on their shelves. This has it's own issues. The store had signs on most shelves saying "Please do not use out store to find books that you will then go and buy online." Something that I have absolutely no issue with. Everyone has to make a living. It does, however, leave me with the impression that they will not be happy to give me the title of the book I'm looking for. I'll ring anyway, but I'm not getting my hopes up.

So, that's why I am annoyed.

On the upside my Dr Who boxset arrived. Just need to get through the last few weeks of uni and I can have a marathon ... and find time for a bake-off ... and the TurDuckEn practice run. ... and the gingerbread house ... and it’s under 13 weeks to christmas … crap.