Now that I'm living on my own, I can't delegate the grocery shopping chore to anyone. I've often said that I hate grocery shopping, which isn't really true. I actually don't mind it, but I don't enjoy it enough to want to do it. I remember that when I first left home, doing my own grocery shopping was a new experience so I really did enjoy it. But that was over ten years ago now, so the novelty has well and truly worn off.

This was in yesterday's Herald:

I hit the shops on Sunday, and amidst $600 worth of booty I had a stack of blank DVDs. I sat down to do a bit of burning, only to realize/remember that I only had a DVD reader, not a writer. Doh!

I was clearing out some bits of paper, and found this recipe for Sweet & Sour Meatballs. I don't want to hang on to it forever, so thought I would archive it on here.

Sorry people, I need to vent. This isn't aimed at anyone in particular (at least, nobody who reads this blog ;-).

When I posted that I couldn't get Falco's song Rock Me Amadeus out of my head, I wasn't kidding.

I finally got my grubby little mitts on a new 10c coin. Well, actually, Marshmallow let me hold one of hers last week, but that wasn't quite the same. I now I have one all of my very own.

I can't get the song Rock Me Amadeus out of my head. I only vaguely remember it from the 80s (I think I was about 7), but I saw it the other night on C4, and then downloaded the song.

I had a birthday recently. Nope, I'm not telling how old, but I'm going to show off my pressies.

The other night while watching one of my TV programs, I flicked channels and heard some good old school 80s music on C4. It proved to be the top 40 _worst _ever number 1 songs. I was intrigued so I kept flicking back to see what they were while I watched the other channel.