First Heels Purchase of 2011..

Matches my nailpolish.

Mini Golfing ... Vampire-Style!

Bought cheap tickets to a nightlight golf thing on one of those daily bargain websites that seem to be cropping up every other day at the moment so I dragged the boys along to it. It's called Transylvania Mini Golf and the whole thing was done in the dark with night lights, fake snow and trees. All very Christmassy Vampire-like.. if you like that kinda thing.

Entrance with JB getting ready to cam-whore for me:

My boys, oh and Damon and JB... see what I did there. Comedic genius, me:

Hard to take photos in weird lighting...

With flash:

Check my perfect form out. I got a hole-in-one... just sayin'.

Song of the Day!

Food is the Ultimate Expression of Love..

... for the Hii household anyway. I'm feeling homesick and jealous of all the foods my siblings are consuming so I decided to cook the one meal that is guaranteed to bring up happy memories of numerous birthdays growing up, Chinese New Year, Christmas mornings, etc. Basically the one meal Mum always cook for special occasions - chicken soup and long-life noodles with a hard boiled egg. Sigh, it's toe-curlingly satisfying and heart-warmingly delicious. My attempt is no where near as good as Mum's but Viv ate stacks and it did conjure up happy thoughts so i guess it's a pass. Just call me Nigella.

Things You Gotta Do For Your Sisters

As I've mentioned time and time again, the Hii girls are easily distracted by bright and shiny things and develop obsessions very very easily. Mel and Monica have a thing for Sid Dicken tiles and it's a giant pain in my backside as it usually means I have to lug the damn things across the ditch for Monica. Anyhoo, a little birdie at Smith & Caughey told Mel that there's going to be 50% off everything in the furniture department today. Mel and I went to scope the place out last week and earmarked every tile worth purchasing as she would be in Malaysia by then. Monica being Monica, told me to buy her anything and everything. Umm no, VETO!

So bright and early today, me and Viv rocked up to S&C, armed with colour photocopies of each tile the 2 sisters are interested in. There were maybe 40 other people waiting for the doors to open too. The minute the doors open, Viv and I legged it up three flights of stairs and made a beeline for the tiles. We were like mad women grabbing tiles off the wall and taking turns guarding them while the other go off to forage some more. As it turned out, no one else cared about these tiles as 99% of the tiles we wanted were still there. I culled the list down as Monica's tastes during sale times are pretty dubious. There was a long line of people behind us and I imagined my back being the target of many death stares while the tiles were boxed up. Sorry, people. You gotta do what you gotta do. THEN we lugged the stuff back to our car. And all this before 10.30 am. Wohoo not bad for an hour's work.

Lin, there was only one cookbook holder left and it was the pewter one. If you don't want it, I'll take it. Otherwise, I got it for you. The crazy 1000000000 threadcount sheets aren't on sale. I thought they were and pulled everything out excitedly. But turned out it was something else that had 25% off.

Tiles lined up dominos-style.

Nine tiles in total - 2 for Mel (the King was cracked so no go), 2 for Viv the sheep and 5 for Monica the loser.

Viv's first foray into Sid Dicken tiles.

Mel only wanted 3 and I got her 2 as one of the ones on her list had a crack. All sounds very self-controlled and sensible until you hear the true story behind it all. When we went to check the tiles out, she saw one she really wanted. Being kia-su, she raced off and bought that one full-priced in case she missed out. Tsk tsk tsk.

Monica's medieval tiles, floral tiles and Ha tile. Ummm what's with the Ha!

I have 11 tiles to lug over to Melbourne at some stage. Can. Not. Wait.

Ho ho ho...............

All my beloveds (well apart from one but she's in la la land) have or are going back home for the holidays so I'm feeling a tad melancholic. Oh alright, more like bitter and twisted that I don't get to go home for a holiday but instead, have to toil for my sins in boring o Kiwiland. But that's ok because we are all going to be together for the next Christmas. Only 365 days to go... ho ho ho. Hope Santa has been kind to you all this year and that you left out some nice snacks for the poor overworked fat bastard.

This is how I feel 24/7 at the moment..

Don't ask.

Merry Christmas, you filthy animal.... and a Happy New Year.

Guess where that quote is from?
Hint: My favourite Christmas movie.