Brrrr....

Freedom Day has left me cooped up indoors and taken hostage by my blanket, fluffy slippers and home made vegetable soup.

This weather had better just be a cold front and not be showcasing what is to come.

I know we've just entered Autumn and we're no where close to winter. Well, you could have fooled me.

OMG.

It's ice cold, I have steam coming from my lips as I talk and it hasn't stopped raining. Since when do we get rain at this time of the year? We certainly do not have rain during winter - we gratefully leave that for the Capetonians.

It seems Mother Nature just isn't happy - earthquakes, volcanic erruptions... Global Warming anyone?

2012 just doesn't seem so Hollywood movie-like anymore. Perhaps this Mayan Calendar should be studied a little more closely.

In other news, I have become quite the domesticated little you know what... Today, I made European Boy a hot breakfast and then I decided that I hadn't dirtied enough dishes so I made a fresh vegetable soup and when I eyed out the last clean dishes, I figured they wouldn't want to be left out, so I baked...chocolate chip cookies.

This weather is a problem. It makes me H.U.N.G.R.Y and while I know European Boy isn't complaining one bit...I know this because he has a stupid grin on his face and the biscuit crumbs are intwined in the blanket he keeps hogging ;) ... I on the other hand, look guiltily at my gym clothes that seem to be going deeper and deeper into my cupboard and veer towards the fridge and pantry that seem to have mystical powers over me.

I know I eventually have to leave the house, well... either my boss will fire me if I just don't pitch for work tomorrow or my stomach will start talking to me like it's possessed.

I am psyching myself up for work tomorrow. I am giving myself pep talks. I have to...I have an "itsy bitsy" GIGANTIC problem.

My Winter clothes, you know the ones that keep you warm and have fabric that cover the arms, well those are in storage at my parents.

"Hey mom!'

"Blogshell, how freezing is it? I can't do this weather."

"You're telling me? That's actually why I'm calling. You have all my winter things in boxes in the garage. I'm starting to resemble Smurfette, which was possibly cool in the 80's but not so much for me now."

"Shit."

"What do you mean 'shit'?"

"Well your father has been cleaning the garage to make space. You know I'm renovating my studio and so I've been putting all the things from those rooms into the garage. You can't actually get a person into the garage, let alone a car. I don't have any idea where your winter boxes are. I hope your dad didn't chuck them out."

"Super. Just super. Will you visit me when I'm dying from pneumonia?"

"Oh, don't be so dramatic."

"Will you check on me every few days to make sure that I have frozen stiff in my apartment?"

"Alright drama queen, I'll come and visit you and bring you one of my jackets. Put the kettle on for tea. See you now."

The bitter sweet news is that I am a little warmer when I do have to leave the house. I have one of my mother's jackets... with shoulder pads...that's in right? Right?

PS. Happy Freedom Day.

Special K's wedding tomorrow

Blondie 2 and I have decided to go for cooking lessons. We need the basics though. No snide comments please. We've both realised that at 25 we suck at cooking.
It's really not on so we've decided we're going to find a course and make the aprons look hot! haha!
I have a small suspicion we may be thrown out. When we get together it's trouble so here's to crossing thumbs they put us on opposite sides of the class!

It's Special K's wedding tomorrow and I am extremely excited and a little nervous. I know! You'd think I'm the one getting married! I'm just so excited that my BF is getting married and honestly it's a little weird too.
I keep calling her Miss Special K...I have to take full advantage.
The bridesmaids are taking her for a lovely, calming dinner tonight and we want her to feel as relaxed and special as ever.
She has also asked me to be the MC for her wedding. Remind me not to joke around with future brides. While she has been the calmest bride around, I guess joking around 3 days before the wedding isn't fun.
I asked her what she was paying me, since MC-ing is part of my job description and most people pay for my services. I asked this, dead panned! KIDDING OF COURSE.
She stuttered: "Oh.oh.oh, w-w-well. I I I'm not sure what the budget is!"
WHAT?? I'm joking my angel!! Seriously kidding! Oh my God! I felt like the BEST friend ever!
She breathed a sigh of relief and started giggling. Phew! That's when I breathed my sigh of relief.

I went through the speech cards with her today and she asked me how I was going to deliver it, so I did:
Gooooood EVENING Ladiiiieeesss and Gentlemeeeeeen!! (Like I was announcing a boxing match)
We are here to CELEEEEBRRAAAAAAAAAAATTE Mr and Mrs. SPECIAL K'ssssssss WEDDDDDDDIIING!!!

She was mortified.

Come on!! I'm a funny girl, right? You know when I'm joking and kidding around, right?
Clearly not. Not when you're stressed.
So...remind me not to be "funny" with a future bride!

I don't have a title for this post...

Move over Nigella, Blondie here was quite the chef last night! My chicken was tender, the roast potatoes were crispy but soft in the middle and my chocolate mousse was fluffy!
I am proud I threw myself into the deep end. I know it sounds bizarre but I am not a fan of cooking. I can cook the basics, but when it comes to tricky dishes I freak out, go into a sweat and get.
I actually ENJOYED last night!
Oh and the best part....there were no left overs. Not even a pea. That's an excellent sign as far as I'm concerned.
Oh and we didn't drink wine in tea cups, we drank beer in tea cups. It was St. Paddy's day, it felt right.

I cannot believe Easter is coming up. Seriously. Didn't we just celebrate Christmas?
I guess it's true what "they" say: The older you get; the faster the years will fly by.
Fuck.
I am not even sure what we're doing for Easter. My man has a gig in Cape Town so I may join him, but I also may stay home and chill with my family and mates.

I'm going over to my man's mom tonight. She leaves for Spain on Tuesday. She's going for 3 months. How awesome is that? The Spain part not her leaving. I think I will have a great motherin-law one day. Oooh, did I just jinx things? Shit.

I'm cold, I'm eating chocolate = bad. This blog is also all over the place so I'm going to make myself some tea.