#417 Easter egg hunt

One of the most rewarding parts of the day…

was not when we had hot cross buns for brekkie, that had been baked fresh in the oven minutes earlier (they were delicious but this new oven I’m working with, actually, OLD oven, burnt the bases of all my buns so that they had to be sliced off – minor annoyance)

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was not when I surveyed the satisfying end result of 2-3 days of baking and preparing, all my lovely cakes presented on pink plates to be taken to family and friends (I spent a lot of that time also being grumpy, stressed and rushing about like a mad woman)

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was not when we arrived at my parents place later in the day on time (we had been driving around for hours already)

was not when we cheers’d as a family and had a good swig of the strong stuff to commemorate yet another beautiful family Easter dinner together

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… But, it was in the morning, during our Easter egg hunt with baby girl. Because even though we did it with her last year on Easter morning, she did it then in surprised awe, like she was still working things out. It was more wonder at why all these little eggs were in our front yard, more so than excitement.

Today was much, much different.

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Hubbie scattered little eggs around the front and back yard, and then showed baby girl where he saw the Easter Bunny hop about, thereby directing her to the right spots.

She carried her green Easter bag with her, excitedly filling up the bag with chocolatey goodness, exclaiming in excited happiness, popping the eggs confidently into the bag, and listening ardently as her Dad and I seriously spoke about where else the bunny had hopped to, and what else we might find…

and then we came to the ‘piece de resistance,’ which, hidden amongst a bush, was this

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A Frozen-themed tin chest. Filled with more chocolate eggs of course.

Seeing that smile on baby girl’s face, why, we could almost do an Easter egg hunt every day, just to see that beautiful face light up with happiness the way it did.

Happy Easter All 🙂 Hope yours was a special and memorable one.

#412 Rediscovering Rakija

I haven’t had it for a while now. Almost a year now, to be precise. And I know this, since I remember in the cold months last year, I wrote about my newfound affection for the plum drink.

Well, the Rakija is back. Tonight, after not passing a thought towards it for what seems like ages, when Hubbie asked “do you want some hot rakija?” I went “uhhh… yeah.”

Hell yeah.

This stuff has gusto. It has vibes. It has strength, sweet potency, and pick-you-up, throw you-off-the-balcony, though-you-will-bounce-back-because-you-are-Superwoman-now, kind of vibes.

It was insane. The rakija sent me through the roof. I was like “what now? Move over red.” While Hubbie crashed and burned because he hasn’t been feeling the best of late, my shot of 40% sent me off into the stratosphere, flying amongst comets and stars and extraordinary out-of-this-world planets.

Just a shot of hot rakija.

I had an absolute ball with myself. The best part-ay EVER. No one else came to it, but that’s ok… I enjoy my own company 🙂

#391 Wine by the water

This is an alcohol-induced post, so it will likely be forgotten by tomorrow morning… I will wake at 9ish, and scratching my head, wonder ‘did I write my gratitude post last night?’

And wine-induced SmikG will already be posted over here on carcrashgratitude, with a smug ‘yep.’

I’m talking bullshit, let’s continue.

But, we went to a new restaurant by the water tonight, and with the rain pouring outside, providing an oddly romantic backdrop, we enjoyed a lovely dinner, and a lovely glass of wine.

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It’s the little things. Wine makes me happy, and that makes me grateful 🙂

#356 Moet

Whether you’re a lover or a deny-er of the love-fest that is February 14, you cannot deny some things, such as ‘proper’ champagne.

And I cannot. Since we started our unofficial Valentine’s Day tradition a few years back, of incorporating the love-fuelled alcohol, our Feb 14s have been a lot more…

Interesting.

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That is all. Hope yours was as funny, hilarious, and insane as ours.

 

 

 

#344 Those coasters

My pretties.

They finally arrived today. In what took months, a failed first delivery attempt probably fuelled by Christmas madness and thieving Australia Postal workers, and several talks with both supplier and online site to get another lot out, today, I finally received these.

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They are even nicer in real life. I love the quotes, the colours, and the bulkiness of the coasters. They are so pretty in fact, that I am scared to use them and risk coffee/alcohol staining them forever.

Hubbie thinks it odd there is no felt or soft material on the bottom of each coaster.

Felt, schmelt. Whatevs Hubs. I love my coasters, and you can only use them if you are NICE.

#305 Christmas at my parents’

Today was a long-awaited, yet weird Christmas Day. Definitely not a normal one. But these unusual ones come every so often. Like that one year there were freak hail storms which damaged too many cars, houses and general premises alike. Or that Christmas where we caught a canary, which became Hubbie’s pet “Chrissy” for a good few years. Or that other one, where we threw water balloons at each other in the yard, and made such a mess that Dad told us all off and we got in big trouble.

Hold on, that was last year.

Anyway, we were clearly due again this year.

All my life we’ve spent Christmas Day at my parents’ house. That’s 33 Christmases in a row. That’s a lot of Christmases. They were filled with a lot of family, relos and friends when I was growing up… nowadays our group is intimate, consisting no more of my sister, bro-in-law, 2 nephews, hubbie, baby girl and I, and our parents.

And today, amidst the usual food, cake, opening of presents, D&Ms, some kind of water activity (this year a cactus sprinkler) and endless photo-taking, there was an at-home doctor’s visit, followed by a trip to the 24/7 medical centre; me scolding Hubbie for drinking more than he was eating, and subsequently throwing him ‘looks,’ and 3 hours plus driving time on the road.

I was a little shitty, and feeling under pressure many times throughout the day. But my realisation was this: I wouldn’t pick any other group of people to spend a tense and stressful day with, even if that unusual day had to be Christmas Day.

The tough moments. The ones who are there for you in the hard times, and who make your life easier then – those are the keepers.

I still loved the day, because I was with my group of number 1s.

I hope you all had a magical Christmas Day 🙂

 

#283 He didn’t get it in my car

I could be grateful that baby girl had yet another amazing time at yet another Wiggles concert earlier today. All smiles, grinning her whites, ear to ear of happiness.

I could be grateful that I had a great night over at my sister’s with our fams. Laughter, giggling, food and drink aplenty, most importantly the best company.

And yeah, I am grateful for all of the above…

But you know what I am especially rapt about right now?

That when hubbie chucked half hour ago, he managed to aim the spew outside and avoided my car interior.

Yep. That kind of night.