Firstly, look at that board game. This thing is from the 80s, super early 90s, TOPS. Can you see the frayed edges, sticky tape holding the sides together, the whole bottom thing just about to fall apart?
I’m surprised I still have all the pieces.
I have a thing, for keeping and maintaining my cherished childhood items. Board games included. If you think this box looks ancient, you need to see my Monopoly box… it looks like it came out of an archaelogical dig, ha.
And even though my Mum hasn’t found my full deck of Uno cards back at my childhood home, and Safeway beckons me with a brand new deck at a price of $4, I still won’t cave in and get the shiny new thing.
I will search and search until I find all the draw four’s damn it.
Tonight was a big deal for me. Every time we have played together as a family, I have never won. Always Hubbie, or baby girl. When I realised this, I told myself that next time we played, I WOULD WIN.
Hubbie started motivating himself, telling me he was gonna get me during the game. Uh huh. I just kept going, quietly confident, determined, strong and yet not overly showy, pushing, persistent, focused, willing, wanting, until….
It means so much because
a) I finally kicked their arses, and
b) I wanted to make a point to myself.
I used to think more positively and with a sunnier outlook, and it was so easy too. However a lot of things have happened to make me doubt my inner voice and inner wisdom. So much so that to think, feel and believe in a positive outcome, scares me to no end.
It scares me because I don’t want to feel disappointment. Again.
So I don’t think positive… not like I used to, anyway.
But this was a tiny experiment you see. A test, on something small, insignificant, to see if I could work the power of my mind to give me what I wanted.
And it did.
Coincidence? If you’ve been around long enough, you know I don’t believe in those…
Something inside me twigged when I saw the above recipe video, and I didn’t quite understand why.
After some thought, I remembered that growing up, my Mum would sometimes make this egg-type soup as a breakfast meal!
It might seem weird, but if you think about it, eggs are a primarily breakfast meal, and this just happened to come in a comforting and seasoned broth that made for nice cold mornings.
I’ve been loving Marion Grasby’s videos on facebook. I really find the meals the former MasterChef contestant makes on her channel, fascinating, easy and seemingly delicious.
I was keen to put the latter to the test today, as I’ve been slowly planning my attempt at her incredible egg-drop soup.
I was soooo excited. (I always get excited making something new!) The only thing I didn’t have was the dried shrimp to add to the broth, but oh man the amazing scent of ginger, spring onion, pan fried chicken filling the kitchen tonight… mmm!
It was so delicious. I am in love. Another great soup to add to my repertoire of soups. 😉
Follow her on facebook or insta, it will be worth your while. ♥
And it took so long because both our phones were crashing in the upload process. It wasn’t automatic like now. Now I don’t do anything and my phone just magically sends anything I’ve taken into that virtually, almost limitless place in the sky… 😉
My plan is to do all of this at the end of each month. Then I won’t have a massive backlog of 1000s of photos and phones crashing and me stressing I am going to lose precious photos.
I can’t lose photos!
My only problem now is… developing.
Do you still develop photos, so you have them in print? Do you prefer to keep them in digital copy, like on disc or USB to trawl through when you feel? Or are photo books more your thing?
I am genuinely curious, because although I may be up-to-date with the whole upload/download/back-up/delete thing, I can honestly tell you that I am 4 years behind in the OTHER process.
2016. That is where I am up to in developing. I am ‘old school,’ and like to see and feel the photos, but can’t help thinking of my Mum’s words when I think of the lifetime of photos I have and will continue to accumulate… “You need a separate house for all of that!”
I was on the other side of town with baby girl, meeting sis there too as we caught up with our parents.
And while the family time, café lunch, backyard musings and loads of watermelon and pineapple were wonderful, there was one moment that stood out to me.
Mmmm. “Yeah Yeah.”
Sis and I have the same mannerisms when we talk. We know this. People have pointed it out to us. And once again the mannerisms reared their funny head and we were in stitches this afternoon.
Sis is too kind. She said after we realised what was happening that we had the same expressions…
We DO, but I don’t know whether it is in-built in our family sister gene, or whether it is her huge influence on me growing up that influenced me to take on things that she said and did, without even realising.
I really do believe that to be the case. She was such a massive role model for me growing up, and not to say that she isn’t anymore, it’s just that looking up to someone as a child and then an impressionable teenager, makes a long-lasting impact.
Even down to the smallest most sub-conscious level… even the “mmm’s.”
I was completely oblivious to the symmetry playing out today. Mum was saying something to us around the old circular kitchen table, and I reached for my phone to glance at it, going “yeah yeah” in response without even thinking.
Soon sis was telling me that we did the ‘yeah yeah’s’ to Mum at exactly the same time, and we burst into fits of laughter.
I held my hand over my mouth, because I knew what would happen next.
It’s happened so many times before. We’ll realise we’re making the same “mmm” sounds or doing that “yeah” followed by a big sigh thing that we do, laugh insanely about it, and then as we finish laughing go “ahhh” at the same time followed by a sigh AT THE SAME TIME, and start laughing all over again.
I swear I felt the “mmm” and sighs and “yeah’s” building up as my hand held my mouth closed, just knowing we would do it again, letting sis laugh and do them on her own.
Gee we are hilarious.
Whether I’ve learned it from her, or it’s some innate freaky sister similarity, when we do our little sighs and “yeah’s,” I’m glad to be sharing such a little, but so telling expression, with her.
I’m trying to set a good example for baby girl whenever I can.
A massive part of that example is teaching her what I learnt growing up…
Home made is best.
She already tells me that my gingerbread and banana bread is better than any bought variety, and just recently even said she loved my pasta sauce… and she doesn’t even eat that much of it.
What I bake and make doesn’t have to receive world-class awards. If baby girl can see that what I made in our kitchen tastes better than anything commercially bought or packaged, my job here is done.
Learning this is a life-long task though. I still fall into traps of buying things that I think might be okay, but then I end up terribly disappointed afterwards. That’s why I’m always teaching, always talking to baby girl about what is good and healthy for her.
I don’t like to be preachy, or all “Don’t eat that!” with her. Rather like today at the shops, I asked her if she wanted me to buy some watermelon, and she said yes. I then threw in the info that they have lots of water and are naturally sweet, and much better for you than sugary treats and chocolate.
But it wasn’t just watermelon on our shopping list today. We were buying pizza-making ingredients, because baby girl asked for us to make a pizza!
Before I get too excited over my good influence on her, it was TOTALLY NOT MY INFLUENCE.
I know because she told me… she had watched her favourite doll role-play channel on youtube and the dolls had made their own pizza with green peppers and brown onion and pepperoni and that’s why she wanted to make it!
Well what do you know? Youtube is actually teaching something.
So we went on a shopping trip. To buy green peppers (I told them in Australia we say capsicums), pepperoni (only to go on Hubbie’s side of the pizza once she realised they were spicy) and some other delicious and fresh toppings like ham, mushrooms and fresh mozzarella.
FRESH MOZARELLA! Mmmmmmmmmmmmm.
At home I chopped it up and she helped me top the pizza base… the best bit.
It smelt so good coming out of the oven, and we had created it ourselves!
It really is the night before Christmas… for those of Orthodox faith.
It’s an interesting thing to celebrate two Christmases throughout your life. It’s a privilege now awarded to baby girl as she joins in the doubled up of festivities.
Growing up, although the primary Christmas we celebrated was on the traditional Westernised date of December 25th, due to my Mum’s background and heritage we were always aware of at the very least, if we weren’t helping our relatives celebrate the Orthodox Christmas day of January 7th.
Seeing as Hubbie’s family is also of Orthodox faith, this acknowledgement and acceptance has grown and continued. All of my life, family and friends around me have celebrated this day… I have been to countless Christmas parties and participated in token Orthodox traditions, drank and ate and been merry on this holiest of days.
Which nationalities celebrate this day you might ask? Well there are Macedonians, Serbians, Polish, Russian, and Greek, to name a few…
I think it’s important to respect and value other traditions, even those that we may not be privy to or understand in the fullest.
Just as living in Australia, I believe that Australian customs should be respected and appreciated by all those who choose to call this country their home, so too do I believe the reverse should be norm: Aussies should respect the traditions and heritage of those with customs and holidays from far off our shores.
Including a different Christmas.
Sometimes I hear a bit of ignorance. One side might discount the other, calling theirs the ‘real Christmas.’
I think this is a bit sad. I don’t think we should be arguing over religion and politics and trying to up our own stance by discounting the other.
Why can’t we all respect each other’s traditions while still enjoying our own?
THIS GOES BOTH WAYS.
Baby girl went to bed tonight excited. She was asking if Santa would come again… I told her he only makes one stop a year, but that there would still be PRESENTS.
We did the majority of presents on the Westernised Christmas day, but I have an inkling she will get something. 😉
A second Christmas for a kid? That’s like a second birthday!
She, and we, are fortunate to have double the Christmases, every year. ♥