Place: My Office

Poison: Cappucino

Favourite thing: Carols by Candle light battery operated candle!

Next Thursday, one week from today, please beware if you live anywhere near North Perth. It has been declared a public holiday in Green Tea Cup land and is officially a day of remeberance as the annual ‘GTC Christmas Cookie Bake off competition!’

This is a competition where we the GTC, get to show off and compete against our sisters in our domestic prowess. No-where in the rule book does it say, that I cannot Blog about it, and ask my lovely readers (esp all you groakers- I see the stats, there are hundreds of you who don’t comment) for their favourite cookie recipe.

I am going to win this year. I am determined. I am assured. I need your help. I am humble!!

Write or send me your recipes!!!!!!!

Here is a very serious pic from last years competition.

Jingle those bells

A

Place: My Office

Poison: Water

Favourite Things: Ben Harper from Itunes…

My lovely friend Hannah sent this through via email and it reminded me of an article I read this week. The article challenged its readers not to fall into a land of entropy by relaxing through television, computer games or dvds, but in the place of relaxation to do something that stretches the imagination.

When we veg out, especially at the end of the year, when the sound of Christmas carols and New Years resolutions make our tired, haggard grey hairs curl. All we want to do is lie on the couch and watch DVD’s and chill. I know I do…But the author of this article, challenges us to get outside, to read poetry, to do something for the first time. Which I have been trying to do. Go do a gym class you have never done before, read a book of your bookshelf that has collected dust for years or read poetry.

Yeah you may not understand the cuplets and rythymn that the word groupings were intended for, but it will bring a fresh sense of wow, into your stale Christmas pudding kind of everyday.

Here is one now, an email from Miss Hannah this morning.

“How do I love thee? Let me count the ways…”
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861) 

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, — I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! — and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death

Get Poetic, not pathetic at the end of the year, its worth a try anyway.

Get outside the box this Christmas

A

Place: My Office

Poison: Water

Favourite Things: Drama Team rehearsing for Christmas

My sister Jen has a dance academy of roughly 120 students, who all came together in a finale to their school year last Thursday night. The theme was musicals, and the songs and the dances were by far my favourite since she started her school a few years ago.

I sat in the backstage prompt box, on com’s to the stage manager, Front of House sound mixer and lighting, and I was so distracted by the sheer beauty of the children as they danced accross the stage.

It was magical, breathtaking and inspiring. I was so proud of the children and their amazing teacher and how they danced with such skill and confidence.

Pulling together a performace, show, church service, whatever it is, with 120 different opinions and then some is no mean feat.

Congrats my little sis! You are AMAZING!!!

 A

Captured!

A