I am not: yo mama
I hurt: via mental rather than physical thing
I love: being puzzled
I hate: when people do something they know is wrong just because they cannot get over our own ego/history.
I fear: pure violence, that I don't understand
I hope: people (including me) know how their actions affect the environment
I regret: when I miss people and experiences
I cry: when I see other peoples pain
I care: a lot
I always: wipe front to back
I long: for life in simpler times
I listen: to hearts
I hide: nothing
I write: on what ever is close at hand, and then wish I was a diary person
I miss: the innocents of not knowing
I search: for honest people and gather them close beside me
I learn: every time I open my eyes
I feel: like a boon
I know: and then I change my mind
I want: simplicity
I worry: about equality and what people think
I wish: there wasn’t so much sugar/corn syrup in our lives
I have: a curious cat
I give: my love to honesty
I wait: for the unreliable bus’o’weirdos, while Ross takes the tram with the yuppies
I need: a snack with flavour

Dinner inspired by Dad's home-grown organic tomatoes.

I got home late but these tomatoes needed some attention. they were teetering on the verge of brilliant sweetness or only good to chuck a the latest 'talent' on idol. first I stuffed the tomatoes with some rosemary ross picked from our garden and popped them in the oven.

as we waited for the tomatoes to roast I prepared a little snack. ross was sent to the garden again, this time for some figs. the rosemary infused aroma filled the house as we nibbled on brie, figs and pate.

i skinned the tomatoes and blended them for a few seconds while ross griddled the prawns doused in garlic. we combined it all with some squid ink pasta and voila! yummm.

this year ross and i decide to look after our fig tree for the first time in the 5 years we've been living here. traditionally all of our delicious figs go to the birds. 

during a big summer clean (we're usually a little late to everything) we found an old mosquito net we used to have over our bed (we needed a net was we were living in a shed, but thats a whole different story) and stretched it over the fig tree. hey presto late summer organic fresh figs bursting open in all their glory. yummmmmmm

obviously this person didn't get the road re-surfacing memo.

i found a pile of pickles on the corner of my street. abandoned. 

Learning how to blog

what to write, who will care to read? writing a blog, putting yourself out there for people to peer in, I guess I could always fib and make things much more fabulous than they are.


cats know various things was a piece of engrish my little sister and I discovered. at the time we found it particularly hilarious, now I guess it means something to me.