Monday, February 02, 2009

Obama's Kitchen cabinet

Raul Emmanuel, Bill Clinton's husband Hillary, and that Joe Biden fellow, whose mouth the Democrats are so desperate to keep from opening they keep yelling out "Look! Up in the sky!!" every time he's about to hold a press conference...

But that's not the real reason I used the above title for this post. I found out that "kitchen cabinet", the term used to describe a national leader's inner circle, was coined by the amazing Israeli PM Golda Meir, when she actually held meetings in her kitchen. But that's not the reason either.

It's because Sharon's new kitchen is growing in reality every day. More later.

I could bore you all with a wrap up of my farewell-to-the-thirties party held in Adelaide recently, but I suspect the only people who read this blog, if indeed there are any, were at the party so you all know what happened, unless you drank too much in which case whatever happened was nothing to do with me.

Still, I will say that it was just beaut to return to good ol' Adelaide and be reunited with old friends...

How did I ever leave you..?

Anyhoo, I wish I could thank each one of you for the amazing gifts, even more I wish I could remember who gave me what. Although I will single out the one person, who I know reads this blog, who didn't actually give me anything, instead bringing a gift for Naomi. I'm sure it resulted from a small miscommunication WHICH WILL BE RECTIFIED IN DUE COURSE.

In a material, worldly sense, the best gift was that of a mountain bike, to fill the small void left by my departure from motorsport . I made the quantum leap from cheap-heavy-Kmart-made-in-Taiwan bike which arbitrarily dismantles itself at the first sign of dirt or elevation change, to ultra-lightweight-dual-suspension-made-in-USA-who-cares-about-the-specifics-it-has-carbon-fibre-bits bike which will most likely outlast the owner.

With thanks to Fil for the bargain basement price on his magnificent mountainbike creation. Less thanks goes to Fil for taking me for a test-ride at Brownhill creek. Following him at any speed in or on any type of vehicle conjures up hallucinations of red Austin Sprite following dayglo yellow Austin Sprite in the 1980's, with competitive urges welling up to the surface. As Fil belted over narrow paths, steep inclines and jagged rocks, I did myself proud and kept up.

Then as we arrived to the more civilised flat concrete paths at the picnic grounds, I fell off.

When did irony become so painful? Still, since hitting some of the local tracks around Lara, I am convinced it does fill the void. Compared to billykart racing, the downside is it involves exercise, but the upside is I could get even more seriously hurt doing this. Yeah!!

Note that in the above footage of me I go by the name of "Gee" and lie about my age.

In other news; it is a social norm for husbands to spend as little time in the kitchen as possible, and now I have discovered why. I've also discovered that, on average, we only do renovations of any kind every four years (really). Our four years is up, so Sharon's laminate brown and orange kitchen has been wrenched out kicking and screaming.

Aahh! Israelis destroyed my kitchen

Well yes, okay, it was me doing the kicking and screaming. My least favourite bit was removing the big white tiles to find that the timber floors underneath, which I expected would take a mild sand and polish to be brought up to my exacting standards, actually looked like they had been peppered with machine gun fire and napalm.

A great thing about being in a Christian fellowship, besides the eternal salvation and personal growth and all that, is that you can meet all sorts of tradespeople. Sure enough, as the project's scope has "crept" somewhat, we have been graced with a champion plumber and electrician- men of such quality and resolve that they have not shirked from crawling under the house (barely foot-high stumps) or in the ceiling (lots of spiderwebs). HuzzaH !! Don't be offended, dear blog readers, if they are the only ones we ever invite around for dinner in our new kitchen.

In yet again even more news, as if I needed more reminding of how old I am, Omi started her first ever day of HIGH SCHOOL. I won't name the school, since some inexperienced blog readers here are paranoid about too many personal details being published on the interweb. I can understand that, since I am such an enormously high profile and controversial figure and terrorists are constantly scanning my blog to work out how they can destroy us.

Here's how the team looked prior to Mum's-first-day-of-relief-in-ages:

I mean, the only person who has sent me serious death threats actually knows my address so we either have nothing to worry about or my various nemeses (nemesii?) have not yet discovered vehicular transport.

Well, that's all for now so, and as they say at (whatever school Naomi goes to): Fortiter et Suaviter! Which I think means "strength and good fashion sense". Toodles.


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