Rest in Peace Eric Hill

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I love Spot! I love all the books. I know some of them off by heart (almost). I grew up with Mum saying “What’s happening” my response was always “not a lot Spot!” I feel so saddened by the death of Eric Hill. I know I don’t personally know him but he has given myself and so many children so much joy. The stories, the lift the flaps, the other characters… all of it. Now his creator is gone. It almost feels like Spot himself has gone.

It’s all so corny and dorky what I’m saying but it’s how I feel!

Spot and his stories will live on and tomorrow I’ll dust my old Spot books off and give them a read!

(Ah – so terribly corny!)

Goodbye Eric Hill. Thanks for giving us Spot!

Happy Mother’s Day and the Mothers Day Classic – 2014!

The last two weeks have been somewhat emotionally exhausting. A dear family friend of mine passed away and as you can imagine my thoughts have been with her and my memories of her. This morning was the Mothers Day Classic an event to raise money for Breast Cancer. For the last five years – one of which I’ve missed due to having my appendix removed I’ve been doing this event as part of Team Amelia. Team Amelia was begun by my very good friend Amelia in support of CanTeen. Her family have continued to do it every year since her passing as a way to remember Amelia and continue to raise money for CanTeen. 

As my family friend – Marg who I mentioned above had Breast Cancer back in 2005 I felt like I wanted to do it for her as well as Amelia. I set off this morning with a bit of late start…oops along with my Mum and a friend of ours… ready to do the walk. Because of the late start it meant we missed meeting up with the team before hand… and by the time we started I ended up separating from Mum and our friend… another oops… 

Somehow though I managed to continue by myself and the more I kept going the more I felt determined and the more I felt as though both Amelia and Marg were there with me. I kept thinking about how both of these people loved doing things like this and how how they have similar traits, etc. About half way through I decided that I wanted to do another lap and then just did it! I kept thinking of them as I did it, I cried a couple of times but also smiled too. I never felt tired, puffed or lonely; I just had quiet determination to keep moving. 

By the time I caught up though with some of the girls from Team Amelia I noticed that I started to feel a little shakey and so I had to stand still for at least 15 minutes before heading home again. I know that it wasn’t a marathon or anything but doing this just felt great. Unfortunately due to not having my myki (a ticket we use for public transport) I ended up walking home as well – although this time at a slower pace… It took me approximately an hour by which time I really was exhausted! 

Because I missed the photos this morning I eventually took this goofy looking one…although I am smiling I do have to admit it is a little ‘put on’ due to being so tired. 

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Happy Mothers Day to all mothers out there – especially to of course my own – love you lots!! 

I hope that Melbournians are enjoying the sun today – came out during the walk which was just what we all needed! 

You can never go wrong with Spag Bol!

If anyone here is reading this and thinking what on earth is Spag Bol?? It means Spaghetti Bolognese. It is late Monday arvo (afternoon) here in Melbourne – Labour Day, a public holiday – for those who are lucky enough that means getting a day off! I opened my fridge thinking about the silly mistake of not buying (gluten free) bread and not buying an onion when I was out food shopping yesterday and then thought… what on earth will I have for lunch? 

I looked at my ingredients that I bought intended for dinner and decided to have my Spag Bol for lunch instead! 

But the reason why I am writing about here is because this meal takes back me to a lot of memories. 

The first being in Italian class back when I was in Prep. We had been learning all about the different types of foods (Italian of course) Gelati, Spaghetti, Pizza… (that is all I can remember at the moment as a wonderful smell is coming from my kitchen…) and we had to do a class survey of our favourite foods. The majority of my peers said Gelati. I remember being one of the few who put their hand up for Spaghetti. Every time I went to a restaurant it was what I ordered. Every time my meal came out my parents or whoever I was with at the time would exclaim how big a portion I received and how they thought I was never going to finish it. I always managed to finish my meal. I perfected the noodle twirl with my fork and when I learnt it was more ‘proper’ to twirl pasta on a spoon I practiced that until I got it right. Although there is rarely a moment especially when I’m at home that I do this! 

The second is in all the times that I watched someone else cook it – my mother mainly, of course! For many years I would always recognise my mother’s spag bol for the way it tasted. If someone else cooked it, it was never the same. Sometimes it was not as nice… other times (sssh don’t tell my Mum) it was better… Sometimes like a lot of mother’s did she tried putting veggies (vegetables) in the sauce because me and my brother were I guess a little too fussy when it came to our veggies. It never worked though because she would put the veggies in the sauce as chunks. Not only could we see them but we could still taste them! The point is though that whenever there is spag bol there is family or friends sitting down together and sharing a bowl or plate. If you eat it alone those people are still somehow there… they are thought of even if actually not present. It cheers you up, fills you and you can eat any time of the year! 

When it has come to making it myself… I think this is one thing that I have learnt how to do by doing. Not by a recipe and with only a small instruction by my mother. Every time I make it I use slightly different ingredients but it always tastes great. It will always bring comfort and I just love it! 

The best thing is that since being diagnosed with Coeliac Disease the only thing I have to do to make sure I can still eat is use gluten free pasta!! Easy! 

It is one of my favourite foods that I can still eat! 

:) 

 

Saving Mr Banks is Practically Perfect in Every Way!

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Saving Mr Banks really is a good film.

This film is unexpectedly sad in some ways. From what I knew of P.L.Travers or Helen Lyndon Goff (her real name) she didn’t exactly have the happiest of lives. Being that is made by Disney I thought there may have been a bit more a happy twist placed on this film.

It just was not like that. It started with a Mary Poppins like quote read from a narrator with images of clouds in the sky. These clouds circled around towards the ground where we meet P.L.Travers as a child. She is there playing with her father – Travers Robert Goff. They were just about to leave their home in Maryborough, Queensland   – 1905.  We are then taken to London, England 1961 where we meet P.L.Travers as an adult arguing with her agent over visiting Walt Disney.

The film has both her childhood and her time spent in Los Angeles interwoven with each other.  This takes us into her life in a unique way while also allowing us to understand why she does not want to let go of these stories; of her Mary Poppins. They also manage to give us small glimpses of the movie Mary Poppins with music, photos and film. Which is done magnificently and in a variety of ways.

Slowly as the film unfolds we can get a better idea about where Mary Poppins actually came from, why she was created. I do not believe from what I saw it is based on one particular person in her life but aspects of maybe two.

For those of you who have not yet seen the film and plan to I am relucent to say too much. It makes writing this blog post rather difficult or slightly more challenging than usual. But I am still having fun reflecting on a movie that I know I will happily go back and watch again. Of course I will then buy the dvd.

P.L.Travers and certainly Mary Poppins would not approve of such a thing. DVDs! I almost wish for both their sakes that this story had been presented in a more old-fashioned and more appropriate kind of way! But it does not stop me from loving it!

Tom Hanks as Walt Disney and Emma Thompson as P.L. Travers were great casting choices. I could not have picked two people better suited for their roles. In the way they look and in how they speak! How they work off each other enables me to see how it might have been at the time. The costumes helped, too!

If you plan on seeing this film, wait until almost the very end. You’ll be in for a nice surprise.

Even if you do not love Mary Poppins as much as I do or any of her fans. This film needs to been seen! 

 

 

 

Happy New Year!!

Happy New Year for 2014!!

I have a had a great start to the new year! Just simply hanging out with a few people who mean something to me. It was simple, relaxed and fun. With a few drinks… and fireworks on the beach. I couldn’t have asked for anything better! 

Then today I played board game upon board game and a few card games too with a couple of my friends and it reminded me of my childhood days. A lot of time back then was spent simply doing just that. 

So like normal instead of the new years resolution that might get broken my April… I have a small list of more things I want to do in 2014:

- Do a better job of looking after my teeth

- Get rid of unwanted stuff! 

- Exercise more

- Catch up with friends and family more often

- Spend quality time with above mentioned

- Do some volunteer work

- Complete my creative writing class and some stories too

- Save for a car now that I have my driver’s licence

I think that will do for now…

I hope you have all enjoyed celebrating the new year and that you remember that 2014 will the best that it can be! 

:) 

Love Actually… is a great film!

Love Actually (2003)

Around this time of the year as a small Christmas tradition my Mum and I sit down to watch “Love Actually”… late last night when the rest of the house was asleep and most of the street too… we did just that! 

This film never gets old. The charm, the quirky jokes, the love, the all things Christmas and the lobster in the nativity scene are all reasons why I love this movie. I have watched it that many times that I know most of the lines, the songs and story-line pretty much off by heart. 

I have a lot of favourite parts, that I just cannot mention one. But I think that the message that the Prime Minister gives at the start of the film

“Whenever I get gloomy with the state of the world, I think about the arrivals gate at Heathrow Airport. General opinion’s starting to make out that we live in a world of hatred and greed, but I don’t see that. It seems to me that love is everywhere. Often, it’s not particularly dignified or newsworthy, but it’s always there – fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, husbands and wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, old friends. When the planes hit the Twin Towers, as far as I know, none of the phone calls from the people on board were messages of hate or revenge – they were all messages of love. If you look for it, I’ve got a sneaky feeling you’ll find that love actually is all around.” 

is a pretty good reason as to why I continue to watch it again and again! That even though this message is spoken through a film and the story that follows. It allows me to believe that it’s true. The world isn’t all that bad. That love and the sentiments that come with Christmas is out there in the world and with me through my family and friends. 

I hope those who are fortunate enough to have love remember what we have and are grateful for it! It is times like Christmas that reminds me of this! 

With that note… 

Merry Christmas!!

Signing off for the last time for this year! See you in 2014. :) 

 

41 Degrees (Celsius) on my 25th Birthday!

I think everyone in Melbourne melted just a bit yesterday! Just a bit!

Wednesday I got my Driver’s Licence so I was ready for my birthday! I can’t imagine how things would have been if I hadn’t achieved this… but I think that’s why I planned it that way. No excuses this time!

Yesterday, was a very big day for me. I awoke with a pain in my stomach at 5:30am. I wasn’t sure why my tummy was bothering me because I hadn’t felt like this for a long time. I thought that figuring things out with my Gluten Free diet would mean that I wouldn’t suffer anymore… but maybe it was just stress. This time of the year can be stressful for most anyone. Anyone that is an adult that is. For the kids, it’s fun, full of gifts and extra family time. Children love this time time of the year. With the thought of Santa Claus bringing them presents and decorating a Christmas tree… how can it not be anything but joyful!

It has become a bit of a commercial time of the year and a bit of a job. For those of us who have to be the organisers.  Through my childhood I remember all the excitement. I remember putting snacks out for Santa… being scared of him and when I discovered he wasn’t really real. I then remember putting on the fecade so I would still get Santa presents. Then the Christmas came when the wrapping paper that I saw Mum buy was the same one used for our Santa presents and that was when they stopped… the cat was out of the bag so to speak…

I think that most Christmas’ from the age of 3 right up until 19 I loved Christmas. I was a child amongst the rest who got excited, who gave cards to all my friends, who loved decorating our Christmas tree. From about the age of 20 things started to change. I don’t think my Christmas spirit has completely gone but I think until I have children of my own it will feel slightly different.

Not only have I been growing up in this time but I have had a lot to deal with. I have learnt that Christmas can mean both joy and sadness for some. For a while it was hard to accept. How can something that was once so special change so dramatically? I remember seeing this in adults when I was a child and thought it wouldn’t happen to me because that was how much I loved it. But it’s ok now because I feel so much different.

I can still see the great things about Christmas and my Birthday.

My day finished yesterday with my creative writing class. They sang me Happy Birthday and we had a great time laughing, chatting and working on our writing. I climbed into bed… trying very hard to wait up for my Mum who was driving back from my grandparent’s farm… she didn’t make it until 11:30pm. With half an hour left of my Birthday. I got to see her and have a hug! I am not too old to want a hug from my Mum or at least on my Birthday!

It was a big long HOT day and I would have preferred for it to be a lot cooler. But it was still a good day. Filled with lovely people, lots of smiles, laughter and best wishes for turning 25!

Yay for getting another year older! I hope that all of Melbourne didn’t melt away yesterday and are enjoying a much cooler day today.

If I don’t get a chance to pop by my blog on the 25th of December – then I hope everyone has a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year for 2014!

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