Chocolate Crackles

Brian wanted the recipe so here it is
4 cups Rice Bubbles ( in US; Rice Crispys ;I think, "puffed grains of rice")
1 cup desiccated coconut
1 and 1/2 cups icing sugar
3 table spoons cocoa
250grams Copha
24 patty cases

mix all ingredents ,except Copha, togther well in large bowl with wooden spoon
chop Copha and put in saucepan on low heat, monitor well until all melted
stir melted Copha into mixed ingredents until all mixed togther
spoon mixture into patty cases and refrigerate until firm
YUM YUM YUM YUM YUM

Who do they think they are....

I just cannot get over the sense of "superiority" that Bush has, he just is not LISTENING * hello, any one in there, raps knuckles in his wooden head* Much of the US want the war to end and believe it was wrong, many Australians feel the same and even more of the world. He cannot even comprehend the needs of his own country or look after them in a crisis except when the media attack him for it and then it is too late. Oh, except of course if it is your home state of BIG ARSE TEXARSE in which case 1) you protect yours and your own and 2) learn from the lethal mistakes of the Katrina disaster and protect your ARSE from further public scorn. Same goes for Little Johnny (YES GEORGE) HoWARd who listens to no one and honestly believes himself to have a "mandate" of the entire populice..well, Jonny, you suck and if you really cared you'd do something about petrol prices but hey BIG BUSINESS is who helps keep the party in power, its who you pass your antiqated IR laws for, its the mates who get you the big ticket items as gifts *sure you declare them all nudge,nudge wink wink* you care little for the PEOPLE because you are so out of touch you would not know what real people do. As Brian said "when God spoke to Moses through a burning bush, the bushs name WAS NOT GEORGE DUBYA!!!!!!!"

Sorry folks, I am on a roll today as JAKAS has returned to the realms of SUNBURY ON LINE and he's just plain silly, be interesting to see how many more people are incited to post on SOL in his favour...given I know his little way of visiting those he thinks are supporting him and sprouting theories about multi user IDs and multiple PC's (like who would bother) and encouraging people to "give them hell" . You see JAKAS picked the wrong person to visit when he rocked up to my place that day and although he got off with the electoral roll matter as the matter cannot be looked at in RETROSPECT (does not imply nothing wrong was or was'nt done, it just CANNOT be investigated) there is still the little matter of another Cr. giving JAKAS my address from unrelated correspondence so JAKAS could invade my privacy. Be afraid, be very afraid, revenge is a meal best eaten cold.

Fun things for Holiday Joy...Or how to stay sane

Seeing it is school holidays here and I am on a roll for fun and frivolity, I thought I'd post whilst the kids are outside picnic lunching. Firstly, I have to thank Brian for the following piece of fun:
Failure defined:

Follow these directions:

1. Go to Google search.
2. Type in the word "failure" (quotation marks not included).
3. Click the "I'm feeling Lucky" button.
4. Laugh till your sides hurt.
5. Post this meme to your next blog entry and spread the good word!

I am still laughing, its better that using the thesaurus in Word 98 , I think, for "ass" and getting Bill Gates.

Today we made ....Chocolate Crackles...mmmmmmmmmmmmmm, betcha want to come to my house , my house, betcha wanna come to my house, doncha, doncha....see what too long with kids does to the mind.
For the uninitiated and unrefined, Chocolate Crackles are an institution for children in Australia ( except maybe in NT, Nth Qld. etc where they'd melt) If any one is interested in the recipe, I will post it if you ask. Tommorrow we are making truffle balls. Cooking is good for measuring, hand eye co ordination, co operation, learning new skills, plus it makes sure my boys will make some one very happy because they will be able to cook and not ask "where do you keep the boiling water" of any one. No joke, that little ask is in a TV commercial now but I know the very guy who whilst reading the instructions for making a cup of instant coffee, asked just that very question. I also know that the other housemate of this brainiac is now a writer and probably wrote the comment based on the "genuis" we houseshared (read babysat) with for 6 horrible months.
We are also out and about in the yard, as it is 23degrees today, playing trucks and moving sand ( I would prefer it stays in the sandpit, but hey, I am only the Mum, not the "boss of the sand" I have been told) Later, we will go to the library and then perhaps plant some seeds in seedling trays..have to think carefeully on that one as I have to have somewhere to put them where they will not be tipped out and turned into something else. Well off to have some fun now. Don't forget to put the lid back on the toothpaste.

School Holidays..Then and Now

I remember

School holidays were two weeks in May, two weeks in August, with four or more days at Easter and about 5 -6 weeks aver Christmas/New Year. In secondary school we also had a “mid semester break” of about 4 days in July, I think.

May and August being winter were shitty for holidays, too cold or wet most days to play out side.

<>We went to the movies once a week usually to see the new Disney film at the Grand in Footscray and had lunch at the Coles cafeteria after wards (we thought we were sooo grown up) as we caught the bus by ourselves.

School holidays were when Mum took us “into town” by train to look at the “big shops” and so Mum could look at the new fashions and talk to other designers/dressmakers at Georges, Myers and such. They would have a big morning tea at an upstairs room at either Georges or Myers, with yards and yards of fabric about, mannequins with designs half completed and dressmaker patterns everywhere. We just liked the food and the accents of some of the people.

School holidays were when you did not see your friends so you made your own fun with your siblings or neighbors. Summer was for running about under the hose or sprinkler (no such things as water restrictions and it watered those nice suburban lawns too) and “tiggity cricket” (you hit it, you run) in the evenings held over three front yards. Winter was for wandering down to the creek, for ‘taddies” (what did we know) or just to try and dam up parts of the creek and construct bridges and ride your bike if it wasn’t raining.

We did not have DVD’s, we didn’t own a video player, my brother had a TV game which played ping pong and Space Invaders which we were allowed to play if it was raining. My brother also had a home based CB radio which was fun, to think about it now; it was no more dangerous than an internet chat room is now, except our parents could hear what was being said.

School holidays; you wrote to your pen pal more, you rode your friends horse at the creek, you read, you went to the library to get books not for the activities (there were none) you went fishing at the “Hotties” on summer nights. You built forts in trees and bushes, you built billy carts, then fought over whose house it should be kept at, you had running street battles throwing lumps of dirt at each other, ambushes from out of the trees and bushes, safaris in the vacant block before they cut the grass, you got dirty, wet, bruised and tired. You had fun.

Now, there's Foxtel, DVD's videos, PC games, on line chat with friends, mobiles and SMS... God forbid you be away from your pals for 2 days without telling them what you are doing. Movies are crap and unsuited to under 10's most times. A trip to the city is no big deal, all they want to do is shop. They want "playdates' with friends they whine about all term, the Royal Melbourne Show is on during September holidays so all and sundry want to go to that. Holidays are now 2 weeks in March/April (easter time) two weeks in June/July, two weeks in September and 6 weeks at Christmas/New Year. There's school holiday programs run by councils, libraries have activites, you can't go to the creek for fear of toxic waste, drowning or whatever and no one really has a pet horse any more so you have to go and ride a riding school hack. Play in the street and neighbours complain about them being on the garden..(not so much where we are). Ride bikes and get told to go to a bike park or on a bike path, make a billy cart and some one, somewhere will complain or tell you to where a helmet ( I NEVER heard of any one getting killed on a billy cart) Parents are becoming over zealous in the "protection" of their kids to the point that if its not handed to them on a platter (or CD ROM) they don't know how to have fun!!! Currently, mine are outside in the backyard romping throught the agarpanthus with a hand drawn map looking for a treasure they hid yeasterday. That's after they drew a "road" on the road outside with chalk complete with a zoo, shops, railroad, park, traffic lights, etc and rode about on it whuilst I did some gardening. A friend of my daughters wanted to come over but first asked my daughter if they'd be watching "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory " on DVD, after being told that DVD's/TV/Foxtel was only for rainy. cold , wet afternoons..she did'nt want to visit anymore... oh well, off to make popcorn for my intrepid explorers.