Just lately...

...life has been a little upside down in the mouse house.


So I probably won't be blogging for a little while.  
And, yes, that would be why I haven't blogged since a long time ago anyways!

You all keep trundling along towards Christmas and I shall be throwing up all my backlogged posts as soon as the craziness gets a little less...crazy.

In the meantime...

a goofy photo of The Mouse - mainly to remind ME that an upside down life doesn't mean not smiling!.  (Did you know I feel like a goof referring to myself as the Mouse?  Usually it's other people calling me Mouse instead of my proper name...see what nicknames do to people?)

Adventures in Omelette: Silverbeet and Capsicum

On Sunday I needed to feed my brother lunch, so after rummaging through the fridge, I asked him if he wanted an omelette.

"Will it taste good?"
"Er, possibly."
"Are you going to take photos of it?"
"Er, yes."
"Will it be ready in half an hour?"
"Er, hopefully."
...
"Ok"

The usual suspects: organic eggs, brown onion, a beaten up red capsicum, tasty cheese and a pile of silverbeet leaves just picked from the garden.

I decided not to tell my brother that I've never tried this combo before.  (I really have no idea what I'm doing.)

WWW: Whimsy

I couldn't resist a new WWW after babysitting on Monday.

Just for the record, I'm still ingesting new and scary sociological vocabulary each day which means this WWW is not going to be very serious.  Or relevant.  Or literary.

Whimsy {n} /ˈ(h)wimzē/
Playfully quaint or fanciful behavior or humour

I've always liked the word 'whimsy' because it sounds like its meaning.  I think there is a technical grammar term for that which I learnt pre-university and then promptly forgot.  (I promptly forgot a lot of pre-university education...especially anything mathematical or logical.  I'm not too worried about that, however, since I have seemed to retain my ability to read and write which is the main thing.  And I also remember how to make chrysanthemums turn blue and red overnight using food dye.)

There are some things which you get to learn before you even hit the educational institutions.  But only if you have a babysitter.

The Farmers' Market

I used to think a farmers' market was where you could go an buy food from a farmer who had just picked it fresh off the farm.

When we moved into the greener side of Melbourne, Mum took me to some farmers' markets to buy organic veggies, or maybe some 100% rye sourdough bread and half a dozen free-range eggs or so.  It always involved getting up very early and freezing over the morning dew.  That was about ten years ago.  In fact, what I was unconsciously witnessing was the birth of The Farmers' Market.

Yes, that's right.  Not a farmers' market, but I repeat... The Farmers' Market.

Fast forward to 2011.  It's Millie B.'s birthday and we are going to go visit Yering Station.

{FYI: Yering Station is Victoria's first winery, nestled in the Yarra Valley just past the township of Yarra Glen.  I'm pretty sure it's one of the most picturesque places on the entire planet.  Pretty sure.}

Inside the Cathedral

I mentioned a few days ago that one of my favourite places to be was inside a very large, old church.

When I wrote that I actually had a specific church in mind, and out of the blue, I found photos of that church on our old computer (which I am in the process of destroying to make way for another new computer in the A-------- household.  We go through quite a few.)

Sacred Heart Cathedral in the city town of Bendigo.