tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27630289866665627012024-02-18T17:50:14.251-08:00sarahjaneLynsay-Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02850339477566361374noreply@blogger.comBlogger401125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763028986666562701.post-83019216488349195202013-10-13T12:12:00.001-07:002013-10-13T12:13:11.083-07:00Lazy sunday post<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;">I will be back in action to tell you all about my delightful travels soon </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;">In the meantime enjoy spring (or if you're in Durban, the rain)</span></div>
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Lynsay-Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02850339477566361374noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763028986666562701.post-9300603598556916752013-09-04T01:40:00.001-07:002013-09-08T05:14:16.255-07:00Something more awful than running out of milk and overly pessimistic people<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;">I hate flying. Hate. I've always been plagued by air-sickness so flying for me means that I will potentially be throwing up sometime in the next few hours. To try and fix my air-sickness I have been given packs and packs of mentos to chew, wet-wipes to wipe my face and feel "refreshed" and numerous tiny glasses of aeroplane coke. And as a result I hate mentos, wet wipes and aeroplane coke. Listening to Sherlock Holmes for 2 hours while pretending to sleep so I can avoid the food when it comes around seems to be pretty effective in getting me through a flight. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;">Ugh *thinks about the destination. thinks about the destination*</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;">This week I feel slightly insane or maybe "all over the place" is a better way to describe it. We had a busy weekend, I had very little time to work and now I'm running behind trying to catch up which is so not ideal considering my week ahead. I guess it doesn't help that I've spent forever looking at pictures that remind me of Paris- but it does mean that you get to see these pictures (tell me i'm not crazy, tell me they want to make you go to Paris RIGHT NOW).</span></div>
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This weekend I baked the entire weekend. We had friends over on Saturday for tea (and then happily they stayed for lunch) so I baked (being the wonderful domestic goddess that I am) Cinnabons (a recipe from my best friend) which were sensational and everyone was super impressed (because no one really thought that Cinnabons could be made) and I also made brownies which turned out to be pretty crud. This is my brownie problem, everything is fine until I put them in the oven for the "required amount of time" then after this time, when I take them out, the top is black and the brownie underneath is still sloshing around in the pan. So how on earth do I cook the mixture through without burning the top (and in the "required time")? I made Cinnabons again on Sunday so now I'm all Cinnaboned out- and my kitchen smells like cinnamon which is never a bad thing.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;">[recipe for the most amazing vanilla biscuits ever</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;">] </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;">200g butter, softened </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;">1 cup (200g) castor sugar </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;">3 cups (420g) flour </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;">-Bake the cookies for 8-10 minutes, or until golden brown. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;">21/2 cups (350g) icing sugar sifted </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;">I knew this week would feel bitty and odd- Graham left for a conference yesterday and I'm leaving for Cape Town tomorrow to apply for my French Visa (party time) and then we're racing back to Durban to be here for a show on Friday night. On top of this my delightful lecturers have saved all the enormous tests for next week and the following week (I have a test the day before we leave for Europe- apparently I won't be studying for that one). Argh it's all a bit overwhelming at the moment.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;">In other happier news- it's Spring! Spring sounds like it should be a really nice season but in reality it's pretty crud. In Cape Town Spring isn't very different from winter and in Durban Spring seems to be the ONLY time in the year that the wind blows like mad (In case anyone is wondering- Autumn definitely wins for the best season of the year) I'm tired of this "cold" Durban weather and impatiently wait for Summer every single day (will take this statement back when I'm dying in the summer heat wave).</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;">Did I mention it's 2 and a bit weeks to Paris and Amsterdam?</span></div>
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Lynsay-Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02850339477566361374noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763028986666562701.post-57572377676772549542013-08-31T11:17:00.001-07:002013-08-31T11:17:24.829-07:0010 Things I like about her<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">For my wonderful best friend of many years, maid of honor, sister in Christ on her birthday.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">1. Her obscene love of chocolate (and the way she tries to convince me that she eats 3 slabs of chocolate a day and still looks like a super model).</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">3. Her humility (she is SO beautiful and SO smart but doesn't seem to notice). </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">4. The crazy sense of humor that comes out late at night after lots of sugar. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">5. How pretty she looks in Turquoise. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">6. The way she can fit everything into her handbag (and has everything you'd ever need in her handbag).</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">7. Her never ending optimism and encouragement about anything that I do (whether it's my writing, or my baking cupcakes that she KNOWS taste better when she bakes them). </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">8. That I can not see her for months and months but when I see her again it feels like the months apart never happened.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">9. The way that she writes, so descriptive and beautiful [you can check it out here: <a href="http://danicasmuts.tumblr.com/">http://danicasmuts.tumblr.com/</a>]. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">10. That she is one of the only people who, when I'm upset, gets as upset as I am and when I'm happy is as happy for me as I am.</span></div>
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Lynsay-Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02850339477566361374noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763028986666562701.post-7144651847479717372013-08-27T00:38:00.002-07:002013-08-27T00:38:34.367-07:00The perfect clothing<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">Gosh I never ever post about anything remotely concerning fashion BUT when I saw this collection I knew that I just had to share it with the world (my very small world of blog-followers). So here it is, the new Free People lookbook collection called 'Like a rolling stone'</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">It's beautiful and colorful and makes me want to buy all the clothes and then go live in a wood cabin and be a gypsy (or at least look like one). It also- weirdly enough- makes me want a llama. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">You can check out the Free People site here to see more of their amazing stuff: <a href="http://www.freepeople.com/">http://www.freepeople.com/</a></span></div>
Lynsay-Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02850339477566361374noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763028986666562701.post-20746692128658272302013-08-20T01:13:00.003-07:002013-08-20T01:13:43.468-07:00Things my husband says part 1<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;">This is Graham. He is quite funny, QUITE. But he thinks he's definitely the funniest person he's ever met. Most of the things that make him giggle/laugh/cry with laughter have to do with me- I have a suspicion that he married me because I provide him with comical relief or at least endless amounts of humorous material. He's been saying forever that he'd love to write down the things that he says about/to me to be able to show the world his genius.
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;">*Lynsay, after being incredibly aware of the weight she's put on comes to Graham to show him that she can't fit into her jeans anymore and when she bends over they rip. Graham thinks this is very funny. Later when they're out for lunch and the bill arrives the waiter puts the bill in front of Lynsay* </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;">Lynsay: "See, even the waiter knows that in our family I'm the one wearing the pants." Graham: "yes, the ripped pants" *Graham dies of laughter* </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;">Lynsay: "Love I'm not going to be here for the afternoon is that okay?" Graham: "of course it is. I'll have time to spend with some of my old girl-friends."</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;">*Around easter time, driving to Petermaritzberg* </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;">Lynsay: "I think we need to get out of this lane, it says that anything over 3 tones can't drive here." Graham: "I don't think we need to worry about weighing that much unless... *looks at Lynsay's stomach* how many marshmallow easter eggs have you eaten?" </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;">*Also around easter time* </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;">Lynsay: "do you want a marshmallow egg? No? Well I'm going to have one" *Graham puffs out cheeks, makes his body as big as possible and follows Lynsay around making loud stomping/eating noises* </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;">[And this is Graham's favorite] *Graham is standing around a braai with his friends telling them how excited he is for the start of the Premiership season when Lynsay comes into the conversation* </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;">Lynsay: "Why don't you get this excited about seeing me?" Graham: "Because you don't go away for three months at at time."</span></div>
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Lynsay-Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02850339477566361374noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763028986666562701.post-86849429541219824252013-08-19T02:28:00.000-07:002013-08-19T02:28:00.046-07:00A teensy little monday post because I got no sleep<div style="text-align: justify;">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;">4 more weeks to Paris! I keep wearing my country Road jumper (shocker, its cold in Durban) with French words on it to remind myself of this glorious fact. The days are moving speedily along; I finished Lolita and have given myself over to Charles Dickens 'The Haunted House' which I find way too creepy to read in bed at night time (even with Graham next to me- although for the past few days due to his sickness it's felt more like i've been sleeping next to a railway station. One that I have to wake up every hour and ask to roll over so that I can get some sleep... so if you see me and wonder why my face is like it is the best thing would probably be not to tell me that I look tired). </span></div>
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Lynsay-Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02850339477566361374noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763028986666562701.post-37083015122129348222013-08-13T03:02:00.002-07:002013-08-13T03:02:55.627-07:00Lolita and musings<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;">After the shortest long weekend ever I'm back in the same place as I was last week when I told you I had resolved to get my reading butt into gear and I am happy to report that I have! I'm on my way to finishing Vladimir Nabokov's Lolita which has been an incredibly challenging read. Not because of how he writes, I love his whimsical sarcastic way of writing, but because of the subject matter. The narrator often begs the reader to try and understand the things he's writing from his point of view or at least to be sympathetic to his unhealthy obsession with little girls ("nymphets") and Lolita in particular. I do think I'm more sympathetic than Graham has been (who tells me the narrator should be locked up in an asylum for perverts) but it's still been difficult understand or to get on board with Humbert's (that is, the narrators) illicit actions regarding his "step-daughter."</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;">Aside from reading we had a friend come and stay over at our place this past weekend. We only have one bed so we had to buy a blow-up mattress and slept on it on our lounge floor which was like a mini camping trip (a camping trip where graham would slam/roll his body into the tv cabinet every 2 hours or so throughout the night). We spent saturday lounging around, getting tea, going back to bed, having hour-long heated debates in bed while the sunlight streamed in through the curtains- the perfect way to spend a day in my opinion. We decided to take a chance on having lunch at a mexican place well known for their food poisoning and we came out alive with full tummies (the food was surprisingly good!).</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;">[Only 6 more weeks to Paris and Amsterdam. One of my lovely friends is in Paris at the moment and all her pictures and tweets are causing the anticipation of traveling to be SO much more than is rationally acceptable. Grahams mom bought me a beautiful brown leather passport cover to take with- 6 weeks seems like a century away!]</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;">I know you're dying to read a bit of Lolita now to see what dodgy things the characters get up to so i'll save you the trouble of hunting the book down; </span></div>
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Lynsay-Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02850339477566361374noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763028986666562701.post-40131456514781073002013-08-06T03:42:00.001-07:002013-08-06T07:22:22.281-07:00An english major who doesn't read<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">I have never been incredibly good at anything. Only recently have I developed some skill in baking, I'm able to draw fairly well if I put my mind to it (I have an amazing memory- you can ask Graham to verify this) and I sing pretty well, or so i've been told, but i'm not REALLY good at any of these things on this very short list. I have only ever been really good at reading books. (Embarrassing though it may be) I'm proud to say that the awards I got in school were for reading. I was on every book general knowledge team there was throughout school. Reading was what I looked forward to every break time and at the end of every school day. sheesh I was the girl who had read her matric set-work in the first year of high school and when she felt like she needed some challenging reading decided to spend some quality time with Chaucer. I was the girl who other girls didn't understand- because who reads anything other than magazines- and the girl that intimidated the boys by being as knowledgeable about Sci-Fi and fantasy worlds as they were. I was the girl who preferred books to people because books were safe and you could always rely on them to take you into another world.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">With my obvious love, no, passion, desire, hunger for books the day that I discovered that I could get a degree in reading (by becoming an English major) was a very exciting day. And now here I am, living the dream only now I don't read. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">Looking back trying to figure out what happened I instinctively blame my studies. In the past 4 years I already have to do so much reading for university that any reading outside of my degree is limited to magazines (what up high school girls). But if I'm honest the reason I read less now is because I'm lazy. I would way prefer to spend an afternoon on our couch watching The Style Network or E! or anything really trashy and exciting than doing something as strenuous as reading Charles Dickens (something my teenage self would have laughed at). </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">Enter my very patient and long-suffering husband, the reading champion, the man who has read 30 books this year so far. For almost 3 years he has gently nudged me to read, clearing my dish-washing schedule, making a set reading time for both of us, giving me books he thinks i'll enjoy, encouraging me to "talk literature" with him. But I've been more set in my television watching ways than either of us anticipated.</span></div>
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But then something happened. This week I read this post: <a href="http://sixtywinters.wordpress.com/2013/07/29/things-i-lovewantneed-right-now/">http://sixtywinters.wordpress.com/2013/07/29/things-i-lovewantneed-right-now/</a><a href="http://sixtywinters.wordpress.com/2013/07/29/things-i-lovewantneed-right-now/"></a> and was inspired. Not even the whole post, just the first part. To see how many books someone can read when they make time for it because they love it made me want to immediately change my tv slob ways.</span></div>
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Lynsay-Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02850339477566361374noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763028986666562701.post-27731403371062903392013-07-30T02:11:00.001-07:002013-08-20T01:39:13.074-07:00A bit of excitement and a lot of blandness <div style="text-align: justify;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">5 years ago I went to Paris with my mother and one of my sisters. I think I had seriously low expectations of what it would be like because it turned out to be way more magical than I could ever have dreamed. I have wished and wished to be able to go back (not over exaggerating at all) and my wish has finally come true thanks to my fairy godmother- or my mother and father whichever you prefer. </span></div>
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I am now on the hunt for things to do in Paris. Most of the large museums and art galleries we checked off our lists last time we were there although to be honest I wouldn't mind doing them all again (if you have any ideas of exciting things we can partake in in Paris please do tell).</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">In other news: we love love watching modern family (okay, so maybe I do more than Graham does) and there is this one scene in the first few episodes where Cam, a pretty hefty character tries to convince the audience that he's only put on a "few pounds" due to adopting a baby. In the next scene we see Cam being caught on camera in the pantry stuffing his face with food. How does this relate to my life? Well, I got fat. Okay maybe not fat but certainly 10kgs heavier. We first realized when I zipped up my skin in desperately trying to fit into one of my dresses (that I fitted into perfectly 8 months ago). So I have been packed off to gym for weekly sessions with a trainer and a super delicious (heavy sarcasm) new eating plan. Things like regular cheese and pasta and potatoes and fruit loops (only just recently re-discovered) are considered "cheats" and apparently I'm only allowed to cheat once a week.</span></div>
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In the past 8 months-being married to Graham- I have developed more of a love for food than I had before. I pour over my recipe books for hours trying to decide what to make for dinner, something that will challenge me and develop my cooking skills. And (I think) that Graham has had fun tasting all my exotic creations. But now with this new eating scheme things have become more difficult (and I can't help but feel more bland). We are limited to meat, chicken or fish with veggies for dinner. Last night worked out pretty well, I haven't cooked fish before and I added in some cous-cous for Grahams carbohydrate need. If any of you dear readers have ideas or recipes that fit our -hem- restrictions please email me or Facebook me or comment in the section below.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;">My whole life I've spent believing that the rest of the world was more beautiful than the country I live in. All it took for this to change was our short road-trip through 3 provinces 2 weeks ago.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;">To be clear. I think (rather thought) that the most beautiful places I have seen are in Europe- parts of Germany, England, France, Turkey, Italy- but driving through the land just before we crossed into KZN I was ashamed to have been surprised that such beauty existed in South Africa. I passed deep ravines (that looked like they had been made by someone ripping the earth apart-terrifying and beautiful) which were sprinkled with fine, beautiful sand colored grasses that made the ravines look like they had been covered in velvet. The ravines gave way to enormous black hills which in turn became kilometers of pine forests. The sun started setting and the ghostly moon rose and sat above the enormous pines as we flew past. We could have been anywhere in the world but to my incredible delight we weren't, we were at home. </span></div>
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Lynsay-Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02850339477566361374noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763028986666562701.post-57086462153459826522013-07-12T03:10:00.000-07:002013-08-06T07:28:23.166-07:00Holiday mornings <div style="text-align: justify;">
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Lynsay-Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02850339477566361374noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763028986666562701.post-60984032417967607782013-06-26T03:06:00.001-07:002013-08-06T07:30:26.579-07:00Winter mornings in the Cape<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">Why hello there. It's been a while, (gets completely sidetracked by Facebook) since I last wrote I've had days of studying, early morning exams, a slight jamie olive addiction, become a star trek fan, minor breakdowns fixed by hot-chocolate with mini marshmallows, relief, a second kitchen tea, mornings of tv watching, re-discovering my books, 6 hours of baking, an aversion to chocolate (due to baking), winter sales, disappointments, goodbyes, hellos, cold cape weather and peppermint tea.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">I love cold winters, going to sleep with the rain beating down on the roof, snuggled under layers of blankets. Which is pretty fortunate seeing as I'm in Cape Town for 2 weeks. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">Also helpful is bringing with a pile of books that I've been meaning to read forever. I just finished C.S Lewis's 'That Hideous Strength' which was by far my favorite of the three books in his trilogy. I think his use of Arthurian legend is really what got me hooked, and Merlin -oh it was so exciting. After that I read another C.S Lewis, his re-telling of the greek myth of Cupid and Psyche, 'Till we have Faces' and because I absolutely love greek myths I was always going to love the book. It speaks such truth about human nature and love- it's terrifyingly accurate in fact- and it made me want to read more on the greek legends (a good thing as i'm majoring in classics). It seemed to have the same affect of Graham because he is now hooked on a novel re-telling the Trojan war. Today I started an autobiography of F.Scott Fitzgerald which is slightly shocking, usually I detest biographies and auto-biographies but I do love me some Fitzgerald. And in amongst this I'm trying desperately to finish a book by D.A Carson that iv'e been sitting on for a few weeks now- so much reading and so much time to do it in makes Lynsay a happy lady.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">I'm just trying to give my brain a rest after my exams (which went mostly very well thanks for asking) and I only had one incredibly disappointing mark, English. It's pretty disheartening when the subject I'm majoring in, the subject that is the whole reason why I'm even doing another degree turns out to be the subject I suck at the most. Perhaps I'm being too critical of my natural abilities. Everyone I've spoken to (or rather whined about this to) has been encouraging, told me that I needed time to adjust (apparently not applicable for the other subjects though) that english is just a generally hard subject to conquer, that it will be better next semester. I hope so otherwise goodness knows what kind of depressing its-the-end-of-my-life posts ill put on here (you should be rooting for me if only not to have to read those types of blog posts).</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">I have however been excelling in some other areas of life - the incredibly tiny culinary area of my life. My parents gave my Jamie Oliver's 15 minute meals cookbook and I have triumphantly been able to make two of those meals in under an hour. They were also really tasty. But the climax of my cooking career (so far) came last week when I baked 120 triple chocolate biscuits for a Church function- by the end of my 6 hour baking stint I never wanted to see chocolate again ever- and after they had been served I had a fair amount of people coming up and congratulating me (maybe I forced a few people into giving me their good opinion) on my baking. Even the caterer told graham that the biscuits were excellent. Some little old grannies said they would support me if I opened a bakery. I didn't have the heart to tell anyone that it's actually the recipe that makes the biscuits- anyone can bake (although apparently no one thought I could bake before this cookie incident).</span></div>
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Lynsay-Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02850339477566361374noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763028986666562701.post-8562891006333887582013-05-31T03:22:00.002-07:002013-08-06T07:32:39.549-07:00A long-ish friday morning (sunshine) post<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">Today the toilet and I are not friends (Graham says it's mostly my fault though) every cleaning day up until now our relationship has been very simple. I squirt pink cleaning stuff in the toilet, scrub the bowl and then it in turn is clean and shiny and smells nice (which is all I ask of it, really). But today when I delicately plunged my toilet brush into the porcelain abyss I got more than I had anticipated when I took the brush out again. It took a few minutes of standing there gagging for me to even figure out what to do. Graham's only in put into the situation was to tell me not to clean the toilet straight after he'd been on it. Lesson learnt. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">It's been marvelous having the past few days off to study; I can have tea in the morning with Graham, read, take my time showering, eat food whenever I feel like it, nap when the work gets too strenuous, have time to make the house sparkling, eat food- Like a mini vacation.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">On the subject of cold weather I would just like to draw something interesting about Durban people to your attention. It is rarely ever cold here in winter. And by cold I mean cape town cold, the type of cold that forces you to wear 2 pairs of socks and a beanie and thermal underwear and two jumpers to bed whilst also having your heated blanket on. But for some reason Durban people, who do not experience this cold, think that after a day when the sun hasn't come out by 12pm and there is some drizzle in the air that an ice age is imminent. And this thinking is then worked out by rushing to their nearest supermarket and buying up all the soup and ready made lasagna and bread and anything that could be heated in a microwave. Tuesday was like this. Frenzied mothers with trolleys smashing me and other innocent bystanders (who are just there to buy a packet of mini marshmallows) out of the way in order to get to the last packet of tomato soup and then to hurry out of there before they are snowed into the shopping mall for the winter. It's pretty amusing to see.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;">And I do feel that I have to tell you even though I am incredibly rubbish at writing on here at the moment there are times in my day that I write to you in my head, telling you how beautiful the campus grounds are in in the autumn light or how I have recently become very attached to having flowers in the house or how watching Jane Eyre makes me feel. So even though I don't write, I am actually always writing to you in my mind.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;">Cape town in early Autumn is perfection, it's just chilly enough to wear boots and scarves and justify drinking tea at every meal of the day and it's beautiful with the grey cloud hanging over the mountain and the leaves in the avenues turning gold. But I've come to realize (with it almost being winter and all that) that nothing beats Durban in the late autumn and winter. nothing. Even though It may be cold in the early mornings and late evenings (which is fine because usually i'm snuggled under a blanket during such times) during most days the air is perfect and warm. And the best time of these magical winter days? Afternoon, when I walk back from lectures through the park and everything is golden and when I get home I'm greeted by an enormous patch of happy sunlight in our lounge where I then proceed to spend my time until it gets dark.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;">And just like that my first semester is over. Half of my family arrives this weekend (Graham and I are planning on treating them to a Durban weekend, that is, to spend most of the time on the beach and some of the time at Gateway). And in a months time (hopefully a very short month) ill be writing to you to tell of our upcoming trip to cape town and how, from the time that my exams ended, my life has become a blur of morning television and daydreaming my july holidays away.</span></div>
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Lynsay-Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02850339477566361374noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763028986666562701.post-40488958424457203672013-05-12T13:46:00.000-07:002013-05-12T13:46:15.550-07:00cold feet but a warm bed<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;">A very over-due post written by a very cold and tired Lynsay. This week will be half-way through May. Which might be the reason I haven't written- mid terms are coming up in 3 weeks and lecturers are panic giving us last minute 1000 word assignments. Also on my list of things that annoy me this month is that I was led to believe that Durban in winter is wonderful and sparkly and you can spend your holidays suntanning on the beach. Lies. I've slept with socks on for the last week and even Graham doesn't complain when I bring out our enormous sheep-skin blanket to cover the duvet with. It may be time to invest in a heater. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">Happy saturday evening. Since I last wrote graham and I went and came back from Cape Town- the most amazing whirlwind of a weekend seeing people from the old college, having breakfasts out, lunches out, seeing Michael McIntyre which was phenomenal, doing nothing with my family, rushing around buying my best friend secret presents, seeing friends with new babies, going to our home church, a tea sponsored by woolworths, sleeping in my white french bed and an early early morning flight to come back home.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">Both of us have had a bit of a crud week with lots of work, early mornings and late nights (so if you feel like posting us some comfort chocolate it would make us feel a little better) the type of week that needs to end with retail therapy, and it did. And now the balance of the universe has been restored.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">We had the most wonderful morning. A delicious fry up breakfast (according to Jamie Oliver's 'one pan breakfast' which made for less washing up) while listening to Grahams 'Lord of the Rings' soundtracks, surprisingly perfect music for a late breakfast in the sunshine. And not to boast about how amazing my interior decorating skills are but our house does look like something off of a pinterest board. Mostly due to our amazing table and the carafes with babies breath dotted around the living area.</span></div>
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Lynsay-Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02850339477566361374noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763028986666562701.post-66560882175463661242013-04-17T08:16:00.000-07:002013-04-17T08:16:05.500-07:00A jumbled up life<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;">Life is wonderful, but sometimes its quite annoying how it gets in the way of lying on the bed for hours daydreaming, blogging, enjoying the cool mornings and the heat in the afternoons, of painting my nails on the tiles in our lounge, of baking, of reading books that I've promised to read over and over. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;">It's the middle of Autumn. How did the beginning of this year go so quickly? Ah yes, it was sucked into the black hole of assignments and tests and work and cleaning. And this weekend Graham and I are in Cape Town- looking forward to cooler weather, the past few days have been lie-under-the-fan-on-the-tiles-as-soon-as-you-get-home kind of days.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;">Yesterday I made the most divine butternut, mushroom and bacon pasta- and it wasn't too rich (somehow that was due to the butternut) it was just perfect, of course graham moaned about the mushrooms. I would just like to take a moment to say, butternut dicing is an art. The cookbook so innocently said "1 Butternut, peeled and diced" like it had no idea how much work went into peeling and dicing the freaking thing. I must tell you though, I'm much better at it now than I was the first time I diced one (the last time I did it I had to hold it between my legs to try and keep it still while shoving the knife into it- this didn't work and it still ended up bouncing all over the kitchen). </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;">April goals... hmm, to finish the C.S Lewis book I started at the beginning of the year (no judgement) and to make lasagna, and to put our dining room table up (done), to buy an umbrella and to get on top of my Latin. Yours?</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;">Would you like some beautiful pictures? Of course you would (to make up for my long silence). It is now well into autumn and i've decided (it being my first autumn in durban and all) that I MUCH prefer distinct seasons and therefore I am insanely jealous of people experiencing and chilly and rainy autumn in Cape Town. Although, waking up to rain and a cup of tea this morning was pretty wonderful. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;">The most asked question I got when I visited Cape Town this week was: how is marriage going? A perfectly normal question but every time I had to answer it I had no idea what to say because the actual answer is something like this: marriage is not in the least what I expected, I figured it might be nice because I would have my best friend with me for most of the time but I didn't expect it to be fun. So in that sense marriage is great, we are having a grand time setting up our lives. Sometimes marriage is frustrating because I don't get to see graham as much as I used to or because he drives me insane and then I have to sleep in the same bed as him. Sometimes marriage is surreal, yesterday when we were having tea I looked across at him and thought to myself, "how on earth did I end up dating and now married to this amazing man? How did that happen?" and apparently Graham has the same thoughts. Sometimes marriage is challenging, I didn't realize how much of myself I would have to put into marriage and Graham. Mostly though marriage has turned out to be one of the best adventures of my life.
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;">Have a wonderful day x</span>Lynsay-Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02850339477566361374noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763028986666562701.post-6911256468404981232013-03-28T02:20:00.000-07:002013-03-28T02:20:39.274-07:00Cold weather cravings<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;">Happy Wednesday morning dear readers. It's poured for two days straight. Yesterday it was perfect weather for having lunch at a vintage tea shop with friends, getting my suede pumps thoroughly soaked running to the car, having a bath by candlelight, making pasta for dinner and watching a dvd in bed. But today, even though I have promised the husband I would start a gym contract and I have a million things to do, paintings to block-mount, pictures to develop and letters to write I cannot bring myself to get off the couch and out of my pajamas. I'm even too lazy to walk 10 steps in to the kitchen to make flapjacks (craving!).</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;">As to dinner last night, the bacon carbonara worked out better than I had anticipated. Dicing bacon is surprisingly difficult and I have to figure out a way to make the sauce thicker (where on earth can I get double cream?) but Graham said it looked like something he expected to see in a magazine and then he three helpings. And I made pepperdews stuffed with cream cheese as a starter which was surprisingly good. I'm going to do a bit of baking later today though which will be wonderful.</span></span></div>
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Lastly for today (because I'm motivated enough now to at least have a shower) I want to thank you. All of you who read this blog, all of you who tell me that you're loving hearing how we're doing and that you wish I would write more often. I am actually writing this for you and so when you enjoy it I guess I'm doing a pretty good job. </span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">A long weekend turned into the first weekend of my holidays (due to hectic strike action- see strike rant in previous post). I'm not complaining, it's a million degrees outside (slight over-exaggeration) and my idea of perfection would be lying under a fan reading and only having to move to get food. Welcome to the next week of my life. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">It has been a beautiful weekend, baking on friday morning, a drive up to Petermaritzburg in the afternoon to spend time having dinner and playing board games 'till midnight with friends. A farmers market for pancakes in the morning (we LOVE farmers markets- R20 for 5 avos, yes please) and then a GWC reunion in hillcrest for lunch. The busyness of the day meant, however, that I felt nauseatingly tired for the whole of saturday night and slept 'till 11:30 this morning. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">The nature of this weekend also means that I have a very tired husband (who decided to partay on his weekend off) who is cranky, especially when I wake him in the middle of the night to tell him to get his elbow out of my face -a few early nights are in order.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">This week I'm looking forward to; spending time with bible-study group girls, finally make bacon carbonara pasta (that i've been wanting to make for two weeks now), to get through C.S Lewis's <i>'That Hideous Strength</i>', to pack for Cape Town, to get my gift making on for my Best Friends wedding, to eat more easter eggs than I should be, to spend at least a few mindless hours in front of the television. It really is the little things that make ones' life happy.</span></div>
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Lynsay-Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02850339477566361374noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763028986666562701.post-47428133828585615862013-03-19T03:06:00.000-07:002013-03-19T03:06:15.812-07:00A coffee shop post<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">An overcast tuesday. Blogging from a coffee shop after being chased off campus by some very enthusiastic strikers/students who have decided that getting a degree is not that important and if they can't get a degree then why should anyone else? It's frustrating to say the least. But on the positive side, it's given me time to mull over life while eating toasted sandwiches.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">This weekend Graham and I went book/dvd/music shopping (Musica has a special on all classic animated movies at the moment- its made it difficult for me to walk into a store without coming out having added 2 or 3 dvd's to our collection).</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">Yesterday I bought a maid-of-honour dress for Nici's wedding! It's made it so much more real-and exciting! (I feel like they really do deserve to spend their lives together. And I'm so keen for them to experience what I have the privilege of going through every day with Graham.)</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">Yesterday (due to the terrifying strike at howard) I also went shopping for food stuff for dinner this week. I should probably be taught what a "clove" of garlic is- i've always thought that it was a whole garlic plant- and so when i worked out that for the whole of this week we needed 20 cloves of garlic I bought 20 garlic bulbs. Graham couldn't stop laughing when he figured out what I'd done.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">Argh, I hate not having time to post, I apologize for my lack of commitment to all of you who actually read my blog. This week has been the first 'busy' week (busy for a first year Lynsay who is trying to figure out how to cook and run a house). On the subject of cooking, last week I (and a food making helper) made the MOST wonderful chicken salad (thank you Jamie Oliver for existing) which suitably impressed Graham. THEN on monday night I made Jamie Oliver Burgers. Amazing. I am also amazing for being able to make them.</span></div>
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Lynsay-Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02850339477566361374noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763028986666562701.post-22235673775456258522013-03-04T08:43:00.002-08:002013-03-04T08:43:24.534-08:00The lucky ones<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">Happy monday night! I've really missed blogging this week but life has been pretty hectic. Biggest thing that happened: I made The Knead cookbook's divine roast chicken and roast veggies. Not a huge achievement for most people- enough for me to spend a week telling everyone I know about it. Also this week; I spoke to one of my most favorite people on Skype after having not seen her for 2 months, I bought a new duvet, I braved the woolies sale (and hundreds of Indian women ramming each other with trolleys full of clothing) and I watched a rugby game at the shark tank (which was surprisingly not at all like it is on television).</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">I've put Lana del Rey's CD on permanently in my little car-which drives Graham insane- and so I know practically all the words to every song and am even more convinced that she is a genius. Or at the very least one of the most beautiful singers I have ever heard. </span></div>
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">Let's get out of this town, baby we're on fire </span></i></div>
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">Everyone around here seems to be going down, down, down </span></i></div>
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">If you stick with me, I can take you higher, and higher </span></i></div>
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">It feels like all of our friends are lost </span></i></div>
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">I thought no one could save me </span></i></div>
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">You came along, scooped me up like a baby </span></i></div>
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">Boy and girl meet by the great design </span></i></div>
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">Could it be that you and me are the lucky ones? </span></i></div>
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">Everybody told me love was blind </span></i></div>
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">Then I saw your face and you blew my mind </span></i></div>
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">Finally, you and me are the lucky ones this time</span></i></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;">It's been a week since i wrote- a hot week, a week of mornings spent hiking up a hill to my classes and having to stop for a drinks break halfway up, a week of cleaning in the afternoons, and having the whole house smell of fabric softener (Graham says I use too much but as far as I'm concerned if the clothing is clean then it's good enough) and a week of incredible excitement.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;">Definitely the most exciting weekend i've had this year so far. Friday my mom and sisters arrived and we got takeaway burgers from Pashas, took them to the beach for a sunset dinner and then spent the rest of the evening feasting on my wonderful chocolate cupcakes. In the morning we went to get my wonderful sparkly mini cooper (that I have been waiting for for five years!) and it looks just like a marshmallow-beautiful! We took it up to petermaritzburg for its maiden voyage, we had a romantic lunch there and then raced back to go house shopping (we bought a dining room table, so we can finally have people over for a dinner that doesn't involve sitting on the floor). Seeing them was wonderful and it made me look forward so much to a months time when I can visit Cape Town again.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;">As for the cooking, last week was my first real cooking disaster. I tried to make one of my favorite dishes for Graham, stuffed jacket potatoes with bacon, and the potatoes just wouldn't cook and then I think I over-cooked them so that they were practically rubber. Graham came home and found me crying and then proceeded to insist that not only was my food edible but it was really nice, and he ate all of it. This week I am going to attempt roast chicken and vegetables. We might end up having 2 minute noodles.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"> Off to bed- dreading the 6am wake up where I have to leave graham happily snuggled up in bed to go and fight people on the roads.</span></div>
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