And I just when I thought 365 might be a fruitless effort

...I start working in Broadmeadows. If this isn't enough fodder to fill a blog, I don't know what is.

For the non Melbournians, let me give you a stellar example of Broadmeadows.

So lets start with some of the little things that have kept me amused in the last 3 days alone. Firstly lets start with Broady's own homecoming Queen, Miss Boobalicious. Now I'm trying to be as PC as possible when I say that Miss Boobalicious was someone who obviously didn't muck around with her food. She wore black knee high ugg boots, grey tracky pants that were loose fitting around the knees but tight enough across her ass for everyone in the vicinity to know that she prefers not to wear underwear and piece de resistance was her black very fitted t-shirt with the hot pink slogan "Boobalicious" across the front (hence the moniker).

Then there are the number plates in the carpark. There is some very funny shit to be be found there. I did do a little snort at this one yesterday TH3 MAN If that's how you think you show your masculinity, you're doing it all wrong. The other thing that struck me as amusing is that THE MAN must already be taken. So really, you're not the man at all.

And the last funny for the day I tried to catch on film. I couldn't get any clearer than this without looking like I was trying to case the car or something.


The text on it says "PROTECTING US FROM THE EVIL" Now I hate to break it to the owners of this gem, but it's going to take a hell of a lot more than a sticker and some faith to keep your car from being stolen from the Broady carpark after nine at night.

What the hell kind of dream was this?????

You know how some mornings you wake up and you have snippets of your very last dream still floating around in your head? Well someone please tell me what kind of nightmare I was having when I woke up to the warbling sound of "How am I supposed to live without you" blaring in my brain? What kind a dream is that? I think I'm scarred for life.

First two weeks of full time work down

And I am so wrecked it's not funny.

Yeah, yeah I'm a wuss. But damn it's been 7 years since I've worked fulltime. My feet are feeling it. My legs are feeling it. My back is feeling it. I'm just plain feeling it all over.

But I'm loving it. I feel like I'm getting into the swing of it now. Tomorrow will be the test - I'm the only one on that knows the management side of stuff. But I think it'll be all good.

Liam's Pizzeria

With some help from Daddy, Liam opened a pizza shop in our kitchen tonight. With homemade dough and your own choice of toppings lovingly applied the shop was a smash. Admittedly they were not shaped exactly like a pizza and looked a bit greasy, but the amount of love and hard work that went into them more than made up for it.

What do you get when three kids want to make cupcakes?

A chocolate explosion:

Sigh, not even one week in...

..and I already have a sick child.
Day 3 of creche
This morning went off much better. Imogen did cry when Brian left, but didn't scream. Just a little cry for about 5 minutes. Then for about the next hour asked for Daddy but was happy enough when told her was at work and would be there later. Big sigh of relief.

But.....at 3pm she vomited. She's constipated again. I've known it's been building up. I've upped her fibre and her medication and was hoping that would be enough to help - but no. She's to the point where it's making her vomit. Creche's rule is 3 vomits and you're out - and strike 3 it was. So by 4pm of the Friday of my first week I'm hightailing it out the door.

I'm really loving this job. I'm enjoying myself. I'm loving being able to spend more time with Brian and the kids. I'm loving being able to sit on my rear at night and watch tv. But I'm still debating internally if I'm doing the right thing.

Am I doing the right thing?

I look at this face and keep asking myself "Am I doing the right thing?"

Today is Day 2 of creche.

Just like I did yesterday, this morning I called the creche to see how Imogen went settling in. The answer was a tad guarded, so I knew it was probably worse than they explained but none the less the answer was still horrible. After a fantastic start yesterday, Imogen must have clicked that Daddy's going and not coming back for AGES and she to say she wasn't happy about it was an understatement. She flat tick screamed for 20 minutes. I know her, by 5 minutes of flat stick scream she is usually out of control so I cannot even begin to imagine her doing it for 20 minutes. Then for the next 40 minutes she sobbed. Again I know her and I know when she gets to the sobbing point it's totally game over and it will take her forever to calm down.

I swear a little piece of me broke when she told me that. I wanted to throw my job in right then and there. The thought of my baby crying hysterically for me and her Daddy and us not being there just tears through me. Again I'm asking myself if I'm doing the right thing, how can it be worth it? They said she was great for the rest of the day though, but it doesn't really make me feel any better.

Tomorrow I'm not going to call. I just can't. I'll make Brian do it.

Twas the night before...

...Christmas starting a new job and all through the house
Kylee was not even nervous
She was feeling grouse

Rhyme FAIL. Damn it's hard to find things to rhyme with house. LOL

So anyway for some strange reason I'm not nervous at all. Although ask me how I'm feeling at five to nine tomorrow and I'm sure the answer will be vastly different. I am however nervous about Imogen starting daycare tomorrow.

Although she's got two older brothers, Imogen suffers quite badly from only child syndrome. She doesn't like to share. She will scream, yell and throw herself on the floor if she doesn't get her own way. She wants it and she wants it now. Luckily though she doesn't resort to lashing out at other kids. I really don't understand how she came to be like that. Maybe I'm blind to it, but I honestly don't think she's been raised with standards different to the boys. Fingers crossed she copes ok.

Happy Birthday Uncle John

Hope you've had a swashbuckling day
Love the Brodrick Bunch
x♥x♥

You've been - thunderstruck

Thunderstruck. Yeah yeah yeah, thunderstruck. Oh, thunderstruck, yeah.
C'mon, sing along if you know the words..... Thunderstruck....

Yep I'm sure most Aussies (well most bogan Aussies) know the words to the lyrics that represent the V8 supercars. So now that I've got you in the mood, let me share our day today. Last October was our Wedding anniversary. At the time we didn't have much extra cash so Brian had said to please not spend too much on gifts. I was stumped with what to get him and after exhausting all the usual DVD avenues, I had a look at the Red Balloon Website. There I found advertising for Laps in a V8 around Calder Park. I thought great. It was under $100 (well $99 to be exact), so I could say that I didn't spend TOO much and I knew it would be something he would love. And love it he did. He lost his mind when he saw what his present was. So after having to reschedule a million times over, we finally made it this weekend (although they drive out at Sandown now, not Calder).

After today I think he's wishing that he said not to spend too much money. There was heaps of people there today who where not just passengers, but driving. I think Brian wished that was him. Anyway, he said it was fantastic - the car got up to over 240km/h and averaged 160km/h on the bends. You couldn't wipe the smile from his face.

The only downfall of the day was trying to get some good pics. This was the best I could do:

OMG, OMG STOP PRESS!!!!

Jack is actually eating something that everyone else is eating. I think I'm in shock.



Okay, okay so Jack's where mainly just chicken and cheese but HE ATE THEM ALL...

...AND ENJOYED IT.
So we celebrated with home made banana fritters.
And damn they were good.

Many thanks to Aaron from MasterChef for his Chicken Tacos. They were a big hit in this house.
And now for anyone who was wondering what the dish was that Jack was actually eating, according to the MasterChef website it was Five Star Taco but according to the MasterChef magazine we were following it was Chicken Tacos. Below is our finished product v's the MasterChef version. I think it was a damn fine replication.

Here's the recipe:
Chicken Tacos
Serves 4
Cooking time 40 minutes

Ingredients:
TACOS
5 vine ripened tomatoes quartered, seeded
1tbs Tabasco sauce
2 tsp ground cumin
1 lemon, juiced
2 tbs tomato paste
2 jalapenos halved, seeded (we omitted them)
4 chicken breast fillets
8 tortillas
Coriander leaves and lime wedges to serve

TOMATO SALSA
3 vine ripened tomatoes seeded, finely chopped
1 red onion, finely chopped
2 tbs finely chopped corriander
2 tbs olive oil
1 tsp Tabasco sauce
1 tsp ground cumin

1. Process tomatoes, Tabasco, cumin, lemon juice, tomato paste, jalapenos, and 250ml water in a food processor until smooth. Combine 1/2 tomato mixture with chicken. Cover and refrigerate for 30 minutes.
2. Strain remaining tomato mixture through a fine sieve into a saucepan. Bring to the boil, then simmer for 10 minutes or until thickened slightly. Cool and reserve.
3. To make tomato salsa, combine all ingredients in a bowl, then season.
4. Preheat a greased bbq or chargrill pan over a medium heat. Remove chicken from marinade and cook for 4 minutes or until browned underneath. Turn and cook for a further 5 minutes or until cooked through. Rest for 5 minutes then slice.
5. Wipe pan clean then toast tortillas for 30 seconds each side.
6. Top tortillas with chicken then salsa. Scatter with coriander, drizzle with reserved tomato mixture and serve with lime wedges.
   

I really should be sleeping

But instead I've decided to have a bash at my poor neglected blog. Which I will probably regret since I'm drugged to the eyeballs and for some stupid reason still in pain, hence the not being able to sleep.

So today is surgery day + 1. (For anyone who has not read my incessant whinging and whining on FB lately, I had my 3 remaining wisdom teeth removed).

As much as I'm feeling like shit, I'm a lot better than I expected I would be. The swelling is only minimal and I can't see any bruising yet. I can feel it, so I know it's coming, but so far nothing. According to the discharge paperwork the peak of the swelling is mean to be day 3. Bring it on. I just want it over and done with.

And as much as I've been complimenting my lovely husband on FB, he is still annoying. I don't need to be told again about the wisdom teeth removal you watched on You Tube. I have had one taken out when I was awake. I know what tools they use, I know how it sounds. That's why I had a general this time. Shut up about it already.

Tomorrow I'm going to make some time to backdate a few posts with pics, so be on the lookout for the newbies.

Red and yellow and pink and green...

Actually scratch that. We had no green paint.























However we did have red, white and yellow.













And that was enough to make some awesome paintings for Mummy. ♥

What to do at Scienceworks

The weather today at the Nitty Gritty Super City was brought to you by the Brodrick Boys.

Meanwhile the Brodrick Girl would prefer to laze about the on the floor.

Mini MasterChef

Ever since season 1 of MasterChef last year, Liam has been obsessed. He just loves the show. I got him a MasterChef apron from work (he doesn't know the difference he thinks it's the real thing LOL) and he just about wet his pants he was so excited.

So now all he wants to do it cook - wearing the apron of course.

So today it was toffee with crushed almonds. How proud does he look?