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Just came across this article by a former Olympian about sex during the Olympic Games. It’s an interesting read, and worthwhile for the literary brilliance dotted throughout:

I played my first Games in Barcelona in 1992 and got laid more often in those two and a half weeks than in the rest of my life up to that point. That is to say twice, which may not sound a lot, but for a 21-year-old undergraduate with crooked teeth, it was a minor miracle.

But now I’m left wishing I was an Olympian. Dammit.

(Apologies for the pun in the first sentence, it wasn’t deliberate, honest!)

If you’re like me, you love scones but hate the effort of rubbing the butter in. It takes forever and your fingers ache.

Hear me out on the lemonade scones – yes, sounds weird, but it works. If it’s good enough for the CWA it’s good enough for me!

rah’s lemonade scones

3 cups of self-raising flour, sifted 1 cup of cream 1 cup of lemonade (cold or room temperature, don’t think it really matters) pinch of salt

Put the ingredients together in your preferred way. Cutting the liquids in, whatever. Once combined, roll the dough onto a floured surface and kneed slightly before shaping into a rectagle. Try to work “lightly” with your hands, because the less you mess with the dough, the better the scones!

Now I’m not a fan of using cutting my scones into a rounded shape. Granted they look pretty, but you end up with scraps that you need to re-roll and it’s the biggest pain in the arse/ass. I just cut them into square shapes with a knife. If I’m going for 10 big-ish scones, then 2 rows of 5 scones in a rectangle shape of dough. Place the scones on a baking tray (sided or not – and they don’t have to be placed very far apart) and dust with flour before popping in a 180 convention oven. Cook until slighly browned on top (15-20 minutes) and serve pretty much straight away with jam, cream, butter or whatever takes your fancy. Nom nom nom.

I made this batch to take to visit some friends who’d recently had their first baby. One thing I’ve learned from new parents is that food is always appreciated!

I don’t know what’s worse, deciding to download Don’t Cha by the Pussycat Dolls, or discovering I already had it.

BUT! Did you know the song was actually written by Sir Mix-a-Lot? Yeah, that guy.

I’ve hever had it with honey before. It’s Kelley’s fault.

My sister texted me the other day with:

Snow in <insert town name here>!!

I knew she was totally showing off about living in a colder climate and getting snow and blah blah blah.

I decided I wanted to make her jealous that I live in the city, with the humidity and the pollution…

So I replied with:

Concrete in Sydney!

We are often asked by friends/family/work peoples how we’re going with Litter Kwitter training… 14 months in.

It’s been fucking awful at times, but at the moment I am very proud to stay that we have finally moved to the Intermediate Stage (Orange Stage, for those of you who know the lingo). This means  there’s enough of a hole that 75% of the time the boys are offloading into the toilet proper. The hole is only about 10cm wide, so that’s some damn good aiming going on!

For us, this is technically the 3rd stage since we bought the in-between stages 1 and 2 “ring” to help out since we have 2 cats (and one very stubborn one), and moving onto the official intermediate stage last week was the easiest transition we’ve ever had. No bribing, only a few tears… YAY US!

And now, visual evidence: I don’t have the stomach to video the event, but this photo of Bear is for Harriet, Cathy, Nat, Josh and eleventy billion other people who thought we wouldn’t get beyond stage 1. I ish proud!

Just to clarify, this was before The Event took place, so your eyes have not been tainted ;o)

Found this on FunkyLoveBunny’s tumbr this morning:

“Before the internet, when we had time to do stuff, relax & think”

I miss living above shops

This photo reminds me of where we lived in until I was about 5; it was above a fruit shop along the main drag of Grafton. We would sit on the awning outside our loungeroom to watch the Jacaranda Festival parade. These were the days before dad got cancer, when we owned the local Drive-In and I spent my days running around the backyard playing with Duke the dog.

So that was 25 years ago.

Dan and I moved into our current place just over a year ago – and it’s above a shop. There aren’t any parades to watch, but living here is like reclaiming my childhood and it’s given me the chance to redeem those 25 years; the years where my childhood was lost.

Living here is actually is cheaper (and better) than my therapist.