Pictures instead of words

Alot has been going on lately so I am, alas, too tired to even tell anyone about it.

Instead I will lazily update my blog with pictures :D

Dat sheep at one of my back packer friend's places she is staying at . P.S  Sheeps are really loud.

Dem apple buckets at the sorting table.

In case you really wanted to see them

Harry cat lazing in front of the fire

Milly cat was running from the bunny and flew up the tree o_o

Milly is trying to eat my flower arrangement D:

Bun having a chillout on the rug

Experimental lemon/orange cake thingy. First cake made without any recipe!

Version 2. Now with added cointreau!

Paste sauce of awesome, fresh and home made.

Some trees and shit where we were exploring

Weird cactus growing out top of a car thing

Kirup Cabins! Curently for sale for about 1.5 million

Lots of pretty views :)

AND YAY THIS WEEKEND IS THE BALINGUP MIDIEVIL FESTIVAL THINGSHITSTUFF :D !!1

Also the Boyanup end of month farmer's market, so the weekend really can't come soon enough. It's like, 'One more apple day, tomorrow is Wednesday then Thursday then Friday, please god no more apples o_o..'

The Curious Pie Case #1 (Donnybrook Bakery)

Sometimes I wake up and feel just like my cat.

Tripping out of bed and dragging my little body to the shower I found myself making morning grunting noises like, "Why the fuck am I awaaaaaake?" I probably looked like I was cast in Serpent and the Rainbow or The Walking Dead. After said refreshing shower I was able to pull on my, "I need to look awake now" face and charge ahead towards getting dressed and cleaning all the poopys (6 cats, 1 rabbit.) As always my cat Crunchie was there to remind me that it was 10am and this is how I felt on the inside after reading until 3 am.

BUT WAKING UP WAS WORTH IT!

ADVENTURE WAS TO BE HAD!

The magical words my mother in law piped up;

"Megan let's go to IGA, we need bread."

READY THE CAR JEEVES, WE'RE GOING TO THE BIG CITY!

So here is my official little review of the Donnybrook Bakery beef pies, which we carted home due to el grandmother piping up, "Let's do some pies!" Yes, let's, good idea, I will eat some pies. Oh also we saw this neato storm trooper guy, Jacob French, marching along for the Starlight Children's Foundation. Everyone was like stopping him and stuff and he was barely able to move through town but he is like hella brave and I wish I'd bought him a cup of tea or something but I was busy ordering my pies. GO JACOB, may the force be with you, etc >:0!

That is a cute ass pie bag, I'm srsly.

The pie itself was not exactly exciting but had a very tame sort of taste to it which allowed the small amount of onion in it to become the forerunner in palate. Not very salty and not very strong, the pie relied more on it's pastry components to bring it alive, doughy and flaky the pastry was what you'd expect from a quality bakery.  Being an American I've not experienced a lifetime of pies so my taste for them might be a bit off. I have noticed that alot of pies are either a bit too greasy or the crust way too hard for me, like the crust from the magic mushroom place in Balingup. The pastry from the Donnybrook Bakery was the softer sort that I like but perhaps a little too doughy. Overall I thought it was alright but could have used more salt/meat and became the pie that you'd eat with tomato sauce.

That little chocolate chip muffin was amazing (see, I ate half in the car D: ). The chocolate was not any store bought chip I've ever tasted so I would like to know where it came from, extremely flavorful and cocoay (<--that's not a word.) The muffin came with a buttery rich cake appeal with no overwhelming sweetness. It was rich enough that it took me some time to get through, mmmhmm :3

I've not tried the Swiss rolls we'd bought (there's no room left in me!) but they look delicious and will provide incentive to eat all my dinners and pretend to not be full afterwards, as you do.

Whereupon I Have Been Asleep

I have been sleeping... There has been internet silence from me for about 2 months now and the break has been nice, extremely refreshing. I got a little jobby putting apples in some boxes, pulled many weeds, rediscovered the nostalgia of pokemon and have tried to make nice with the my new neighbors (especially the local butcher who carries a quality of meat to die for. Well, the cow died for it.)

Yes finally, we have landed in Kirup! (See el mother in law's blog for more details -lazy- D: )

There must be pictures somewhere, ffs... -scrounges around madly- ...AHA!

The delicious locals, there are plenty of them.

Some bleedin' foliage in front of the pub.

I dunno why but classic cars park here alot. 

The cake I made for our last day of work before 3 week break.

Da Buns watching Vin Diesel.

Sorry for the small update but it's past 9pm and way past my new country bed time. I shall make effort to dig out more pictures! Must snap anything that moves! I'll take a walk tomorrow and pretend I'm playing Pokemon Snap, "You were close, WONDERFUL, WONDERFUL!" :P

Things I don't get/Mother in law is pissed@me

Is it a cultural difference or is it the way I was raised?

Last night my husband went to a sleeping clinic to take care of/investigate his awful snoring problem which has caused me to vacate the premises and shove an inflatable mattress into the living room for my own use. And the cat's use...Don't ask me about how the sleeping clinic went, all I heard was that there were wires and shaving involved. Kinky.

Aww, kitty...back to teh serious >:0

So there have been alot of break ins in the area lately and last week I had some young guy knock on my door and when I finally answered he was looking around by the driveway, he was all "Uhhh, does Justin live here?" Well, no, el husbando has lived here for like 7 years or something, this is freakin' weird. So anyway it made me a tad paranoid. Well it's about 12:30 am and I'm curled up in bed with a Dresden Files book, one of the cats drooling all over my neck as I pat him and suddenly BAM! Whazzat?! >.>! It's windy as fuck and a branch or something bashes into the bedroom window. ACK! I run around and turn all the lights on, head swinging around like a maniac trying to find the ghost/burglar/invading cylons, etc.

There is nothing. It was a branch, obviously, now go to sleep you crazy. Okay...

Previously that day my mother in law had invited me to spend the night or call if I was scared or needed anything. One of my big things is that I really hate to inconvenience or bother people, I hate to feel like I owe them something or make them think I'm taking advantage of them and have no idea of how she'd react to me calling her at 1 am. Mind, I do, because her son is at university and he calls at midnight and later and she couldn't give a shit less. "He was worried," She'd say, "needed a chat with his mummy." I know, I know.

Well I spoke with her today, and she says, "How was last night?" and I say, "Oh yeah well, I was kinda spooked because it was windy but whatever." She flipped her shit. I tried to laugh it off but she was..actually mad at me?  Really, she berated me. How dare I not call her! I was scared, for heaven's sakes! Her call waiting is going off and she has to go now.

So my husband calls me to tell me he's coming home, sounds kind of tired but it's probably from the clinic. I over think things and send him a text like, "Are you okay?" and I get "We'll talk when I'm home, not bad." NOT BAD?! Ohmehgawd. He's kicking me out, he doesn't wanna move, he thinks I've been lazy, he thinks I'm addicted to Rift, holy shit did I not give the cats water, ohmehgawd. Run around, do the dishes, sweep the floors, clean ALL the poopoos, feed the kitties and the bunny, start dinner and wait...tickity tock.

So he's home and we have a sit down on the bed and I rub his back all nice and, "What's the matter?" It's nothing at all like I thought. He was just tired from the clinic, his work, running around Perth and he had a mighty headache. But apparently his mom gave him a ride home from the train station and voiced her concern about me not calling her up. She was very upset. She had told him that she'd thought I was over this, that I trusted them and loved them and she wanted me to be closer and feel like I was able to call at midnight, etc.

"I don't get it," I explained. I don't, I do lubs her <3 but I don't understand maybe what it is to be family?

(insert screwed up childhood sob story here)

Is it our cultural differences or is it my own upbringing/both?

I just feel like I'd be weak to rely on anyone and will push and struggle and suffer not to have to do that. I love them but I have never really seen how a proper family works. I don't know that I'm supposed to call if I feel scared. 

When I was a young girl of 16 my two aunts and my favorite uncle whom I'd always loved and admired went to visit my mom in the psych ward where she was before she was moved to a permanent nursing home. I was drained by the time we came out and I was having a hard time living in the custody of my aunt who was, I found out later, bi polar and addicted terribly to Xanax . My favorite uncle that I hadn't seen before I'd gone into foster care at 11 pulled me aside. This man had money, he owned a large real estate agency and he used to always invite us over for Easter/Christmas/holidays, etc for huge family gatherings He was a stable sort of person and had played a huge part in my much younger life. He asked, "Really, how are you doing living with your auntie?" And I laughed it off because I am the sort of person who makes light of things and pretend everything is alright when it's not, I said, "Oh it's alright, she gets a little pissy sometimes but I like her." Lies, lies, lies. And he says, "Well how was it when you were in foster care?" "Oh it was alright."

Foster care was a bad experience for me. The people I was living with were great, amazing people who helped me structure my life but they were extremely religious to the point of ludicrousness. The they found Harry Potter books in my backpack and stored them in  the shed for when I was leaving, they took my library card when I took out a book on dreams, couldn't watch TV because once I was caught watching a show on ghosts, no spare paper, no pokemon games, church twice a week and religious songs in the car. They weren't bad people, just oppressively religious. Like, Benny Hinn and speaking in tongues and falling over possessed by the spirit of Christ. Srsly now. I had a shaky time of my year or so with them and had a strange sexual experience that I would rather not have been involved in with one of the foster girls. That was a fiasco and did not turn out well. 


Looking back I can see maybe my uncle thought it really was alright and wouldn't see that I was lying to make light of it, I was SO excited to see him and just wanted to act cool about everything. So he says, "Now sweety if your aunt isn't turning out well with you then why don't you go back into foster care?" My ears rang, I remember, with the dizzy feeling of disappointment and a kind of shame. I'd really thought he might be asking me to come live with him.

Anyways, family experiences until now, not so good. I'm finding it really awkward to settle into a position with my few family here in Australia, even though it's been about 2 years since I've come here. I didn't mean to type that little story out, ugh. Too late, it's sort of TL;DR anyways :)

AND NOW HAPPY PICTURES OF TOWN WE'RE MOVING TO :D

(Visited on the weekend!)

Horsey Ass

Dat sum trees

Wall on a local cafe

Housy we're looking at

Etsy results for today's search: "Bad Childhood"

Seriously, didn't she get eaten and digested?