Second song of the day...

Awesome.

Cathy's 50s Housewife Friday. Happy Apocalypsmas!!

Am unsure as I am writing this if this is my " 50's  Housewife Friday Christmas Edition " or my "50's Housewife Friday  Apocalypse Edition ".........

so I decided to combine the two on this fine day and start by saying a very

Happy 50's Housewife Friday APOCALYPSMAS !!!!

As I am currently not being showered with fireballs from above, but did see 8 Santas this morning at Indro, the front runner for the day is Christmas so.....

First Christmas Track of the day:

RUN DMC - Christmas in Hollis

Possibly my favorite ever Christmas Carol :)

But back to the apocalypse.......

So the Mayans ran out of room on their daily sculpting tablet 8000 years ago and now we get to be the generation that is here to meet the Four Horsemen - Death, Famine, Time, and the other guy.

Quite an honor.

In case uv been living in a cave, today, Friday the 21st of 12th, 2012, is the day forecast so many years ago as the prestigious date of the end of the world as we know it.

This has been, unfortunately, the  topic in my home for the last 18 months. My sons have been planning their weapons for the Zombies that are supposedly set to rise, (whilst making out Christmas lists.....) and every time there is a natural disaster anywhere in the world, my husband shakes his head and says inevitably,

'See babe, end of the world.... 2012....."

I try to assure them that it's in the same vein as the year 2000 y2k bug phenomenon but as Seven was only 3 then and Xavier was  4 yrs away from being born they look at me quizzically then, sadly, as if they are concerned about my extreme state of denial. Poor unprepared Mum........

Second track of the day is for them, in their hope for a heavy metal album cover version of the Hell that they all seem to be anticipating like a day at Soundwave.......

Metallica (of course) - The Four Horsemen

Time - taken its toll on you, the lines that crack your face Famine - your body it has torn through, withered in every place Pestilence - for what you had to endure and  what you have put others through Death - deliverance for you for sure, now there's nothing you can do

Wahnanananananaenenenenanananananana ( <---------- ) guitar solo.

Speaking of Hell:

Christmas.....hahahahahah just joshin........I fucking LOVE christmas.

Am planning a weekend of baking for some delightful Christmas Pops for our family gatherings over the next week but dear lord.......no Rudolphs!!

Those of you that know me know that I had a tragically scarring, smashing experience with 25 painstakingly decorated Rudolph Pops for Xaviers class last Thursday and will know never to speak of them to me again.....

Am gonna keep it simple stupid and do a couple of Christmas glittery Pops and some cute little Snowmen Pops ( Ahhhhh Snowmen, so relevant for Brisbane's current stinkin hot temperatures and suffocating stinkin humidity) Chocolate coated chocolate of course and some lovely white choc coated Confetti vanilla Pops. Was thinking of a lovely red velvet pop - red for Christmas and all, but the red velvets have proven to not be a hit with the kids. Adults love em but the kids prefer chocolate so.....give the masses what they want ay?

3rd track of the day is sung by an artist who, when she first came on the scene, caused many to  predict the Apocalypse then and there:

Madonna - Santa Baby

I've been an awful good girl

My fav version of that song fer sure, she's just so darn cute!!

On a serious note, I know I don't usually share too much personal info with y'all but seeings as it's Apocalypsmas and all.......

I lost my Dad this year and this is my first ever Christmas without him. He loved Christmas soo much and some of my very favourite memories ever are of him and mum and my bros and sis and the wonderful and magical Christmases we shared.

From putting up and decorating the Christmas tree as a family each year with Christmas records blasting from Dads top of the line stereo two weeks before Christmas, to my pilot father coming home all excited on Christmas Eve to tell us that he had just flew past Santas sleigh (I cant tell you how much that authenticated the magic of Christmas to a bunch of little kids) The mountain of presents awaiting the four of us spoilt brats each Christmas that we had to open slowly, each person taking their turn as we all had to see what they had gotten - none of this 'everyone tearing the presents open at once' stuff.

Even after my Dads stroke, when he could no longer speak, he would use his thumb and his buzzer, his only means of communication, to beep out the number of the grandchild ( we all had a number) whose turn it was to open a present. This will be our first year without that and it will be so sad,  but it makes me more aware of how special and fleeting these moments are with my family, especially my precious boys, and make me more determined to make their lives happy and magical so hallelujah to that. Im sure thats exactly what my biblical boyfriend, spunky long haired Jesus, would want on his birthday, oh and probably for the Apocalypse too.

Everyday fools!!!

Ya dig?

On that note, I'm more assured as each second passes that we, the human race, will in fact and intact survive another week here on our amazing planet. If it doesn't get destroyed by the end of today let's all really appreciate it and love it and show it that we care. Huh? Oh and each other....

Merry Christmas to all and to all a wonderful Apocalypse. Oh and if the Zombies DO come, remember, aim for the head and always double tap x

Last track of the world...ever...., maybe....

REM - its the end of the world (as we know it)

And yes, I do feel fine!

Cathy xx

Cathy wears many hats. Wife, mother of two sons, CEO of Little Monsters Pty Ltd and Cake Pop Queen just to name a few. She subscribes to the theory that Cathiness is next to Godliness. And on Fridays she behaves like a 50s housewife by sedating herself and cooking, baking and ironing, and being nice to her husband. Any other day is a crapshoot.

The perfect storm and Like A Prayer.

So what an action-packed weekend full of crazy laughter and crazier weather!

Yesterday we had a lovely lazy lie-in until about 8:30am and then Toowoomba got pelted with sheets of rain so deafening I was seriously fearing for the little tin roof over my outdoor area. It just bucketed down for about half an hour, drenching my every desire to start out for Brisbane...

Fortunately it cleared and we were off on our trek to the fair Bris-Vegas. Totally uneventful trip, with Elijah playing music man on the ipod, calling out each random play song and asking me if I wanted to play or skip (note to self: review future playlists. As funny as it was to have my son say the next song was 'Hey Asshole' it was likely rather inappropriate).

Reasonably sunny and just a little bit overcast the whole way, we then pulled up at Cathy's house in Paddington to see water halfway across the road. Obviously we'd missed a bit of rain, we assumed, until we saw the video that Cathy had made of the heart of one of the freakiest storms Bris-Vegas has copped in a while. Basically their lower yard was completely flooded and at the height of the shenanigans, water completely covered the entire road, prompting some caught-on-video road rage, much to our amusement.

So last time was bushfires, and now wild and woolly storms...

We couldn't believe we'd basically driven straight down only to avoid even so much as having to turn on the windscreen wipers...

Anyhoo, we then copped a further lashing later in the afternoon, prompting us to question our evening plans but deciding to forge ahead anyway.

So late as always, with NFI where we were going, we set off to Julie's house. Any Brisbanite would know you're either a northsider or southsider, and never the twain shall meet. Going over the river is like entering a different universe for us committed northsiders.

It was the highlight of my night to stop at the bottle shop at Bulimba to be chatted up by a rather cute (and age appropriate!) attendant who even gave me a discount on my de rigeur pink champagne. Come again...

Indeed.

Several wrong turns getting totally lost on the wrong side of the river later...these two losers finally made it to Julie's pad to see some of the most wonderful people in the world.

What followed was a gourmet spread courtesy of Jules and some wonderful conversation with some amazing people...

And then came a crash of thunder that had us pretty much falling out of our chairs. Oh yeah, another freak storm hits...fark.

So radio set on 80s flashbacks at top volume (to cover sound of thunder) and Cathy and I singing at the top of our lungs (OK I let her sing louder), we made it home.

Several hours of chat sitting on top of her outdoor table (the only dry spot outside the house) and stalking people via Facebook on her ipad, we finally flagged sometime after 2am...

Woke up this morning to...you guessed it...another fricken storm.

After waiting it out we hit the road and made our way back up the mountain, stopping to collect some fresh coral trout (baked for dinner and DELICIOUS).

Lady luck was again with us with not a speck of rain the whole way home..we copped a few showers once we were home and safe but how lucky is that?

And I just log onto the weather website again and poor Brisbane is just about to cop another soaking, likely to be worse than any of the previous...

I lived in Brisbane during the floods last year and it was so devastating, but this is so much worse as there is no warning. I hope everyone I love is staying safe and dry.

So road-trip song of the day...Madonna, Like a Prayer. I think this is the last song she did that I ever liked which makes it all the more special. Sing along with it on your next road trip, you won't regret it!

Oh I was also lucky enough to read what Cathy has started to write of her memoirs regarding her father. It was one of the most amazing stories I've ever read and both of us were crying at the end of it (to date...she's not done yet). I feel so privileged to have been allowed this glimpse into an incredible man, the life he led was nothing short of gobsmacking.

Thank you honey for allowing me to be a part of it.

So I'm thoroughly shattered and happy and exhausted and thankful all at the same time...So lucky to have such wonderful people to share my time with but also so happy to be home in my own bed (no offence Cathy, but you're lucky I didn't scream the house down when your cat jumped on me while I was asleep).

Hope you all had a wonderful weekend too! Stay safe Brisbanites!

xx