12 December, 2011

pEer PrEssUrE

"C'mon Cherry-Anne Lee. I am hanging for another hit. I really need you to blog... get blogging, blog on, blog off, blog away, blog your arse off. However you do it, LAY YOUR BLOG ON ME!"

                                     - A close friend of mine, let's just call her Julie-Ann Henderson for short (name not changed for a change), wrote this plea bargain on my FB home page.
How can I say 'no' to a friend. Here's a photo of her.


Cute! 

 ...So, no pressure!

Now that I have stopped laughing at my clever, witty ways and my gall for placing such a juicy photo of said best friend on to incredibly non-private blog...I can begin my fabulously pressurized blogging....

I have no real plans for this blog; just warning you about this now, so that if it's shit house that will be Julie-Ann Henderson's fault and I can also give out her current address for hate mail to be directed to.

Had the most wonderful weekend with my husband. No seriously, I did. That wasn't a joke. Stop laughing.
OK, so we did have a few hundred arguments along with our long car journey but that's a lower form of communication that I sometimes indulge in with my husband so we can clearly understand what each other is trying to say. It works out most of the time. The rest of the time requires the use of an electric collar to gain a positively effective and rapid response in the general direction that is desired. 

So, spent the main part of the weekend catching up with dear and beloved friends, (and a few strangers that are now on my FB stalking list as possible new best-friend applicants) at a farewell BBQ, with great sunny NZ weather, mouth wateringly exquisite pot-luck food stuffs that went together like it was professionally catered to do so, and a delicious walk along Waikanae Beach as dessert. 

Highlights of the weekend were...
 * Having my boobs fondled by the pregnant host of the BBQ and not flinching; she was "apparently" just trying to emphasise a funny wedding cake boob fondling story of a friend of a friend (yeah right, she just couldn't wait to get her hands on my rack).
 * Getting into a conversation with my new best friend about singing dogs and farting parrots. 
 * Making Chai Tea from scratch and blowing people's minds. 
 * Watching a legendary drunk man violently kneeing a bread roll and reliving the story of how he had just offered a liquor store attendant a hand-job in exchange for a promotional silver Corona bucket without buying any Corona; interestingly he did not walk away with the bucket. 
 * Justin making me sit through a prank on the waiter; placing an over sized serving fork next to my plate because my fork had been collected with the entree plates and a replacement not attended to by the time the mains were delivered - for some reason I found this incredibly funny and basically lost my shit and was unable to function except for snort-laughing and tears rolling down my cheeks. Enter Mother-in-Law story which follows...
 * Having a romantic dinner for two gate crashed by a delightfully tipsy Mother-in-Law and her merry friend who had just come from a work X'mas party and who thought to surprise us and the other diners by banging on the outside window and wave furiously at us; and then after gaining the restaurants undivided attention decided to waltz on in and pull up a seat and entertain us with their stories and antics. Golden.  
 * Finishing off the BBQ with a quick antenatal check. 

It was a great time had by all.

Friends and other people's family truly are the gift of life.

And Justin and I went and picked out our Christmas Tree yesterday, Hooray! and I happily decorated my little heart out all last night to the soothing sounds of violence and gangster warfare on Sky TV which was how Justin contributed to our jolly festive activities. Like peas and carrots we are.



Merry Christmas Everyone and have a safe and Happy New Year ~ Love from Jut & Cherry xx 




 * How's that Julie-Ann? Has that satisfied your cravings. Hugs, kisses & misses. 


     
  

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