You don’t win friends with salad! But you do with fudge and cheesecake.

/ Lisa

I have been so busy today and I am completely exhausted.

Today has been a day of cooking. I made a cheesecake, fudge and potato salad. Then got everything for dinner ready. Being in a kitchen for four hours straight is draining. I honestly don’t know how chefs do it. Kudos to them.

The cheesecake* – the most complicated one I have ever made and have been wanting to make for years – was a tiramisu cheesecake. Coffee and alcohol. *insert evil laugh here* It has savoiardi biscuits around the outside and acts as the base. They’re ladyfingers, essentially, and I came across them at a Mediterranean food store in Ahuriri months ago (they keep) called Vettro. As Sister and Brother-in-law are up for a few days from Christchurch, I decided to finally make it, because I know they would appreciate it the most.

AND IT WAS DELICIOUS.

Once the cheesecake was done I moved on to the fudge*. It has been dubbed “Lee’s fudge” because brother-in-law loves it so much and has actually gotten into arguments over who gets the last piece of this fudge. There are many funny stories about this fudge involving brother-in-law that Sister could tell you. I will not go into them, partly because I don’t remember half of them.

The fudge is really easy and everyone loves it, because it is tasty. It’s original name is Hazelnut fudge. Just so you know.

AND IT WAS DELICIOUS.

Then I made the potato salad. It is becoming the standard salad of late. Partly because it is so goddamn good, I’m getting addicted to it, and partly because it’s actually really easy to make.

AND IT WAS DELICIOUS.

I then finally got to sit down as I passed the green salad making over to Sister. Then Father came home and Grandparents turned up for dinner. Just another night in the Rapley household.

Finally I get to blob and catch up on stuff. Now watching the 45-stone-virgin. It just reminds me of how awkward I am some times.

WHICH IS HAWKWARD.

Line of the day goes to Sister when we were discussing ages, she said: “You’re only as young as the man you feel.” Brother-in-law is 2 weeks younger than Sister and Grandfather is 2 weeks younger than Grandmother. It tends to fun in the family… bunch of cougars we are.

Also got offer of date from @TheJessjess and marriage proposal from @jethrocarr. I think they only want me for my food. Well, Mother always told me the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. Looks like I’m on the right track.

*Recipes will be up on Music and Cupcakes as soon as I can get them up there.

I win, because I’m higher up the hill.

/ Lisa

Pants-face McGee is totally the new insult.

I have no idea where that came from, but I’m totally going to use it at some point. Like when someone says “You suck!” I’ll just reply, “Well, you’re a pants-face McGee!”

BAM.

They won’t know what hit them, because all they will be thinking is “What The Hell?” and I’ll be able to walk off all superior and be like “neener neener neener, who’s got the higher ground now?”

Totes.

I’m all about meanings lately. Questioning the meanings of little things. I don’t know why, just am, so, what does this mean?

(see what I did there?)

Can you tell I’ve done nothing today? I actually feel hungover. It is my “Wellington Hangover”. It’s a combination of tiredness and dehydration I think. I feel the burn. Frankly, I’d like to soak in a tub of moisturiser and hope it brings back the normal-ness of my skin.

Might leave the post here for the day. Hope I gave you all a chuckle.

I get driver’s arm and "do" Wellington.

/ Lisa

Today I drove to Wellington for my interview.

Uneventful drive, but what really annoyed me was that the only cafe in Shannon was closed. Hmph. So I know it is post Christmas/New Years, but aren’t most people returning to work this week? I dunno. All I know is that I had to continue driving to Otaki before I could find food that I actually wanted to eat. I was super hungry by then.

Made it to Wellington in good time and surprisingly did not get lost. Had the interview, which I think went well, but I am not going to count my chickens before they hatch, so to speak. The old cliche.

I then met my friend Nirusha at Parliament. Haven’t seen her in ages and we just sat on the grass by a statue of some dude (I didn’t go and see who it was, I probably should have) and talked. Haven’t seen her since March last year. ‘Twas awesome.

Then I finally got to meet @I_Am_Artemis! She is as awesome in person as she is on twitter. Totes McGoats.

Then I met @jethrocarr. He made me walk all around Wellington just to find coffee after 5pm. But he did pay for the coffee, so I’ll forgive him.

Somehow I managed to find where I parked my car again and then tried to get back onto the motorway. This was when I got lost.

Google maps to the rescue!

The final tally of Lisa does Wellington was: Lisa: 2, Wellington: 1. I win this round! That means I like you Wellington, you were kind to me.

However, I stopped at the BP in Mana and the attendant mentioned that I had “gotten a bit of sun today”. That would be right. My right arm is tomato red. Whoops. Note to self: wear sunscreen.

Now I’m going to have one really brown arm and one fluorescent white arm. Awkward.

But the most important thing is that I got to Wellington and back in Chewy (my rust bucket of a car. Called Chewy after Chewbacca, because the breaks make sounds like when Chewy is talking). Although he did begin to overheat a bit, he held in there and delivered me back to Hell-stings (see what I did there?)

Sister and Brother-in-law are here this week, so I should probably call it a day. It has been a long one full of excitement.

Just another day… OR IS IT?

/ Lisa

Today, I have had no awesome thoughts, I have done bugger all and quite frankly, I’m contemplating going back to sleep.. Just another typical day in the life of an unemployed journalist.

Except if you count going to the supermarket.

Or preparing for THE job interview tomorrow.

Those aren’t in my typical day.

In preparation for my interview tomorrow, I have removed my chipped fluorescent yellow nail polish. I have compiled my best articles from my portfolio and I am about to pluck my eyebrows so my face is symmetrical again.

Then I need to pick shoes to wear. I was going to wear boots, but Mother says I would look more professional if I wore heels. I have many pairs of heels, so I don’t know what pair. Might be safe and go with a flat pair. I’m trying to keep in mind that I have a four hour drive to Wellington in the morning as well as walking around the central city for a few hours. Even contemplating wearing my 2 inch heels is out of the questions.

ENOUGH ABOUT WHAT SHOES I’M GOING TO WEAR.

I’m going to look like such a geek with my notebook and pen! Geek or professional? I need them because I actually have some questions I want to ask. I probably won’t take notes, but I wouldn’t put it past me at this point.

Right, time to pluck these eyebrows while watching Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. Then I will most likely sleep.

Yay for 8am wake-up again! (I lie, I used to wake up at 6am. 8am is tame.)

To shan’t or not.

/ Lisa

Shan’t is such a cool word.

Shan’t.

People should say it more. Why did people stop saying it? It reminds me of men in suits wearing top hats and carrying a cane. Come to think of it, why don’t men wear that more often? That’s hot. And so is the word Shan’t.

Shan’t is a contraction of “shall not” and is considered pompous or used to mock the British. I think this should change. It reminds me of Pride and Prejudice.

Pride and Prejudice is cool!

Another cool word is zamboni. Zamboni. Just love how it rolls of the tongue.

These are just a couple of thoughts I’ve had today. Nothing too spectacular. Shan’t came from me going for a walk and I said to Mother, “I shan’t be long”, which got me thinking of why people don’t use it anymore. They should.

And, well, I’m being lame and watching Ice Princess, which is where Zamboni came from. I used to think this movie was awesome. It’s absolutely shit balls. The acting is atrocious. At least I haven’t seen all of it, I’ve also been teaching Father how to use facebook. Haha, awkward.

So, I finally finished the fifth Percy Jackson book. Shall do a brief review of sorts over on t’other blog. But now I have to make the hard decision of which book to start reading now? Or finish reading, I have three more on the go.

Perhaps I’ll try finish Pride and Prejudice, or I shan’t!

Hehe, see what I did there?

Yeah… time I stopped.