#1804 The overdue catch up

Today was a freaking great day.

It was a well, long, severely overdue day… because we hadn’t seen some of our besties, Best Man and Fam, for a whole year.

You all know why. Hey, the whole world knows why.

What made it even better? Well, my sis and bro-in-law were invited too ❤❤

Other things that made it beautiful?

The perfect blue sky…

The sunny weather…

The amazing food…

The special cocktails…

The diverse music…

But most of all? The best company 😍😍

#1795 Stuck in San Remo

There are worse places to be stuck, surely.

And I was only saying the other day, “next time we should stay here for a couple more nights…”

Well I got my extra night alright.

BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR!

So, how to spend the day when you have no place to go, but the apartment, facility and greenery that surrounds you?

If you’re Hubbie, you play basketball on the courts.

If you’re baby girl, you swim in the indoor swimming pools, jump on the jumping pillow, and make friends in the playground.

If you’re me, you take photos. 😍

And then as a family, you end the day with a feast, because let’s make the most of it shall we?

Things are starting to look up… despite this paradise, let’s hope we can get on the road tomorrow 🤞🙏

#1785 Shameless Insta self-promotion

You know why holidays are so good?

You get a whole lot of time to actually catch up on stuff.

And it may not be things that you feel are necessarily important or even life-serving…

It can be something as simple as working out how to use Insta stories.

🤦‍♀️

This thing has been bugging me for months now. Insta. In particular, insta stories, and the potentially and definitely mammoth amount of filters and options and links and tags and what have you that you can add onto them.

They’ve left me confused for so long, but yet I haven’t really tried to learn it either.

Insert, tonight.

The Insta youtube tutorial. Oh yeah, I am such a dag right now.

But now, I KNOW! I’m a dag that knows!

I posted my first insta stories tonight, and even created a new Highlights reel on my page, woo hoo!

If you wish to check out what all my fuss is about (and see my stories, i.e. it’s food!) look up @smikgwriter

Watch out world… this is only the beginning!

@imcoming @newbie @smikg @insta @tagtagandmoretags

#1764 The X-tra Axil food pit stop

The first half of my weekend was amazing… and honestly, the second half was meant to be good too.

We went shopping today to get some much needed Christmas gifts ticked off our list.

We got some stuff… there is still quite a bit to go…

But my recurring pains meant the day was not as happy-go-lucky as I’d expected.

Damn.

Like I do all the time on this blog, I tried really hard to find the positive. And despite not really understanding what the hell is going on, there was some really simple, understated happiness to the day…

Axil Coffee Roasters.

The cafe at Chaddy was so good, we stopped there twice. Once for lunch…

And then after some more shopping, for coffee.

Now, I really should’ve taken the table photo of the coffee, and not just my cap, because honestly, the brownie, doughnut and danish we ordered alongside our 3pm pick-up would have made you DROOOOOOL.

This place brought the goods today. When other things failed, and I was getting down, this cafe hit the mark every time…

Well something went right, anyway. 🤷‍♀️

#1763 A proper Saturday in December

Well, it’s Saturday night.

Or should I say, Sunday early morning.

1:30am.

And, I’m only writing this NOW.

What does that mean?

It was a Saturday night, of old.

Meaning, it was good. 😁

It meant we were busy. We saw people. We had fun.

We saw people we loved. We made memories.

It was a truly full day.

From a beautiful catch-up with my besties for our annual KK catch-up, with food sharing, drink-clinking, wrapping paper flying, and adults vying for the loud title over the kiddies…

To a long overdue solo catch-up at my sister’s place, with music blaring, pets scurrying about, laughter amid d&m’s, and most importantly, love all around…

It felt like the Saturdays we used to have, pre-covid.

The good ol’ Saturdays. Hopefully, we make them new again.

And like these random (😉) kids splashing at the beach… I hope mine, and your weekends ahead in the holiday season, are filled with spontaneity, excitement, fun and adventure…

Much like mine was today. And I reckon for these kids too. ❤❤❤❤

#1748 The risk of the belly-ache

I am still in recovery mode.

Which means, no sudden movements for me.

And that includes, no crying… AND no laughing.

It’s turned me into a bit of a robot. I have to maintain an even expression of calm, composure, not over-reacting in any which way to the negative spectrum of things…

Or even the positive side.

But my days are pretty bland right now. I can’t do much. They consist of watching:

Dawson’s Creek

Bold and the Beautiful

Cheers

Angel, and

Friends.

I can watch any of these multiple times, in any order, totally randomly, simply according to my mood.

And then in between, I’ll throw in a couple (dozen) rounds of wordscapes on my phone.

🙄

If I do get confident or get a burst of can-do attitude, that is quickly quashed when I move the right side of my body, or bend over to the mid-way mark, therefore resulting in a sharp shooting pain in my right shoulder.

So back down, I sit.

But tonight, I got brave. And I thought it was the funniest think ever to prank hubbie. I was going through supermarket recipe mags to see which I should keep (a great sitting down, non-moving activity) when I saw a recipe for something that had recently upset his stomach…

With the biggest resolve and seriousness, I swallowed my grin and said “Hubbie! Look at this! Do you want me to make this?”

I pointed to the recipe, then waited as his eyes wafted over the title, catching the look pass his face as his expression went ‘what the?’ then turned to me slowly with an “are you bloody kidding me?” face.

I could not breathe. I clutched my belly, terrified my insides would burst out at any second, trying SO HARD to hold in my stifled breaths of laughter, but yet they came, squeezing out, making me sound like a strangled animal or something.

God it was worth it.

Yes a few things might have broken in the process… But oh well.

It’ll heal.

As I’ll heal.

As I’m healing every day. 🙏💖✨🥰

Photo by Rodolfo Quiru00f3s on Pexels.com

#1725 Day 227 of getting there: wild for brekkie

“Uh, silly question,” I started with the waitress. “But this ‘wild mushroom’ breakfast, is that really heavy on the mushrooms?”

She nodded solemnly, like the ridiculous question had been asked many times before.

“It is,” she replied. “There are many different types of mushrooms in it. But, IT IS delicious.”

Hubbie and I were out to brekkie this morning after dropping off baby girl at school.

We were in as you might call it, the “go-slightly-nuts” camp since we’ve been let out of lockdown, and enjoying fewer and fewer restrictions.

I’ve heard some people say they don’t want to do everything at once. Or spend everything at once. They might wait for things to, settle.

They might spread things out a bit.

NOT US.

Well, not me anyway. Hubbie is pretty chill, and could go either way, though even he was keen to get out and do something different on this Wednesday.

I don’t want to wait. (Dawson’s anyone?)

Honestly. I have other stuff on my mind, other demons to contend with.

I don’t need to stay at home longer, wait longer, and possibly even, waste my chance at living some kind of normal life again until God forbid, something else happens and then –

I can’t. I can’t say it. I’ll let you fill in the blanks.

I don’t want to move backwards. I want to move forwards. But I will still do things NOW, you know, ‘in case.’

So, breakfast. I had been tossing up between just some normal poached eggs on toast, vs these wild mushrooms.

Did I want to go fancy? Jazzed up? Would it be too much? Should I just stick with what I knew I would enjoy?

Thank God I chose fancy.

WILD! I chose wild. The meal was absolutely amazing, the mushrooms were so flavoursome, and I was so fulfilled following it…

Wild. Always go wild. Don’t hold back. 😉

#1645 Day 147 of getting there: The Iso birthdays

I was really surprised to reach the end of today, and find that I felt…

Sad. Bittersweet.

The exact same way I feel after we have one of our big birthday parties.

Only this year was different, right?

What was different…

Firstly, no family, no friends, NO ONE. Just us.

No celebratory birthday outing.

Hmmm….

That’s about it.

What was the same though?

The food. We ate most of the day, and felt absolutely stuffed by it all!

The drinks. I went a little ‘woo!’ in my head.

The presents.

(Even Mister F was amazed there was a present hiding up there!)

The cakes. The candles.

The music. Freddie! Dancing.

The surprises… for both of us.

The love and well wishes that came from everywhere.

I have to say, my family and friends made sure we felt the love today.

During such a weird time in our lives, when we are going through celebrations and momentous life events without so much as a peep on the radar as to its significance, the people around me reminded us today that we are loved, we are remembered, and also…

That we WILL party really really really really HARD when this passes!

And so, it comes as no surprise that I would be feeling sad it was all over.

It was actually, still, a really lovely day. 🥰

Everyone was far… but I felt the love.

We felt the love. 💖💖💖💖

#1587 Day 89 of getting there: my Friday night vice

I must admit.

I have a vice.

It’s been with me, like ALL MY LIFE.

It is…

Photo by Tamas Pap on Unsplash

Corn chips.

I can’t get enough.

But… I try to stop myself.

For the last little while now, after a pretty long time of not eating any corn chips, I’ve been… treating myself.

Every Friday night. When everyone else is in bed, I pour myself a bowl of delicious, crunchy, tasty corn chips, get comfortable on the couch, with laptop/remote/phone/book all of the above, and I have the best time.

It is oh so simple, but OH SO GOOD.

Why do I pour into a bowl? Well it’s obvious isn’t it. If I ate from the packet I wouldn’t be able to stop. In my teenage years, I have been known to devour an entire packet of corn chips, and no I ain’t talking those little fun size packs either.

The packages I eat from are WAY more fun.

So that’s me and my Friday night… rocking on.

LOL.

Photo by Allef Vinicius on Unsplash

That could be me… but it isn’t… but it could be… 🙂

#1586 Day 88 of getting there: back in the yard

Where else, would you find this?

Look closely, and you will see vine-ripened cherry tomatoes.

Not loads, but definitely quite a few, nonetheless.

Where in the world was this?

No where else but my parents back yard.

I was back in the backyard today! It’d been 3 months since I was last there. As much as it was cold, I did a little “ahh” of satisfaction when I stepped out amongst the sunny spots this afternoon.

Tomatoes. Tomatoes in Winter? You have got to be kidding me.

All I can say is, where there is a will, there is a way.

I love how at their house, something is growing where you would never expect it too.

And then apart from the produce… there was the produce prepared IN THE KITCHEN.

Ahh. No one cooks like Mum.

I missed it all sooooo much. 🙂