Well it has been a crazy/busy week since we last spoke. The kids and I had last week in town for the annual Sports for Bush Kids… a week jam packed full of sports from 7am – 5:30pm each day with some of those days reaching 42 degrees. Not pretty people, not pretty. There just happened to be a blow up water park in town the weekend we arrived so we thought the right thing to do was take the kids… I had a go on the slide, very undignified trying to climb up but I took one for the team and gave it a shot. It wasn’t for me and don’t think it was very good for my neck so I opted out and sat on the sideline in the 43 degree heat. The water was pretty gross and it was bogan central but gee the kids had a blast. They were absolutely buggered after a couple of hours so we got the hell out of there.
Anyway, I won’t bang on too much about the sports side of things because you can read all about last years sports week here if you are that way inclined.
At the beginning of the week I was invited to a friends surprise 40th party at our favourite Isa hotel. I do love a good surprise and it was so wonderful to see the shock on her face when we all jumped out at her. So much fun. Hope you had a great night Amanda, it was wonderful to celebrate with you.
It is always so fantastic to catch up with all of our friends in town, the kids have an absolute ball of course and so to the Mum’s. We are total over sharers and sometimes I wonder if we share a little too much, perhaps a little too honest, but I do love to over share and it seems I am not alone. I have such great friends, I feel very lucky, not sure where I would be without them all.
During the week I managed to get my car in for a service and check out the funky loan vehicle they gave me:
Di and I hooned around in this baby all day while the kids were at school for Activity Day. We even collected them from school in it. God it cracked us up. We felt like we were in the CIA. It was a Toyota Rukkus (have never even seen one before) and it cornered like it was on rails.
After a week in town we were well and truly ready to pack up and head home to our own beds. I had to hot foot it home so Mr Chardy and the rest of the gang could head into Camooweal for a Movember Party. The kids and I were apparently supposed to look after the station….. because I am so handy and all. Every time Mr Chardy leaves the station something shits itself. It is either the generator, the water supply or something else. And let me tell you people, this time was no different. We passed Mr Chardy on the road and were set to look after the place. At 6pm I fed the foal and did a little bit of a drive around the station to make sure nothing had blown up. One thing I am always paranoid about is the cold rooms. I did a quick check on the kitchen, turned out the lights and got a loaf of bread from the cold room freezer… and that is when I discovered my worst nightmare… the freezer cold room was not feeling so cold. The bread wasn’t as frozen as it should be.
Ohhhhh no… this is just what I needed… welcome home Chards… back to reality with a huge bloody thud… literally a bloody thud because there was blood from the thawed out meat everywhere. Now, lets just get a mental picture happening for you… this is what the freezer cold room looks like:
I had also just ordered a huge amount of frozen goods to do us over Christmas and the wet season… think loads of frozen chooks, ham, salami, frozen vegetables, prawns, chicken fillets etc. The first thing I did was touch the frozen chooks because we all know how long they take to thaw and yep, you guessed it… they were soft = thawed out. I felt sick and nearly burst into tears, Tom kept saying “it’s ok Mum, it will be ok, we will sort it out”, poor bugger.
Now, trying to be the glass half full kind of girl I decided that the good thing about discovering this disaster when I did was that the goods were still cold. It was still cold in there and nothing had gone bad. Imagine if I didn’t find it until the next day when everything was hot and smelly… I would have been dry reaching my whole way through the clean up.
So Tom and I just got in and started shifting stuff. I fired up the chest freezers on the kitchen verandah and we moved all of the bread and frozen vegetables. We put all of the thawed chickens, prawns and a few bags of sausages into the cold room. I figured I could try and cook as much of it as possible and re-freeze. There was a bit of beef and a load of sausages that I had to just toss out. We moved everything out and took a huge load to the dump. I then had to hose it all out, there was blood everywhere. This called for a squirt or 10 of domestos and a good hosing. Before long it was sorted and all I could think of was the hours of cooking that was ahead of me.
Another positive was that Mr Chardy had just recently done a killer but had not yet broken it down. Imagine if there was a whole fresh beast broken up and packed in there. So I guess you really do have to look on the bright side don’t you.
On Sunday It was up and at it ready to cook up a storm. Mr Chardy helped me cut up 12kg’s of chicken thigh fillet to make one massive batch of chicken curry. We then tried to eat as many prawns as we could but really there is only so much you can eat or cook in one day. Yesterday the menu read like this: for smoko it was chicken pizza’s, lunch was chicken wraps and dinner I had to roast up 12 chooks.
So in the past couple of days I have managed to cook up around 30 kg’s of chicken. At least I can re-freeze a heap of them: I now have 3 large chicken curry meals and a few roast chicken dinners good to go. God, if only I was this organised before I had babies I would have been set.
Needless to say we will be looking forward to a good feed of beef tonight – rib fillet if you will.
Now it is your turn to tell us about your broken down freezer experiences… I know I am not the only one. And I know this is about the 3rd time this freezer cold room has let us down.
Go – tell us about your disgusting experience where a freezer has lost power.