The August Chronicles: What's on your fridge?


Edition 3 and I'm getting more and more into the Fridge Chronicles. Not enough to be 'styling' the fridge (although, I know me so well, it will come!) but enough to get excited when fridge time rolls around each month. Yes, that makes me a total loser, but I'm okay with that. This month I was thoughtful enough to remove the chocolate stains around the door handle that have featured in the past two editions.


LOML's 'mistress', Roger is finally getting married! The wedding is in October and already I'm having 'what will I wear' crisis moments. Needless to say, a wedding is a social calender highlight these days...

Maxi-Taxi is insisting that he joins Brightsparks, an actor /singer /dancer /waiter class on Fridays after school.  As much as I can't imagine my shy, retiring boy under the bright lights, I'm all for it.  The fact that the teacher looks like a 15 year old emo on the verge of a nervous breakdown is a little disconcerting, but Term 4 we're going for it.


My neighbour Susan is insisting that we go and see this play in September. She's in her 70s, Austrian and let me tell you, when Susan insists something will happen, it will happen. A review is forthcoming.



I've seen the '4P' parenting course advertised here and there. The counsellor at the school is conveniently running one in September and I'll be attending. Have you done one of these or any other parenting course? What did you think?


Terrible photo - sorry about that. But this little magnet has been on the fridge since Maxi-Taxi was about 3 months old. It says "It had seemed like such a good idea 12 months ago."



Imagine me leaping with joy when Maxi-Taxi informed me that he'd 'won' something at the sports carnival. Ah, another 'participation' certificate. Well done, my boy, well done.



This is LOML's list of his favourite 'mama made' Italiano meals. It's a work in progress.  A couple of weeks ago he suddenly started stressing that her recipes may one day be 'lost with her' and so began the list. Forget that she's only in her mid-sixties, fit as a fiddle and from a line of Italian peasant stock who believe dying in your mid-nineties is dying in your prime. This is too important to risk.  I insist on being present when he has 'the conversation' with her. 

So, what's on your fridge this month?

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