A Story About My Mother

I know I’ve been bitching about my mother a bit on Twitter lately.  For those of you not following me on Twitter, my mum is visiting for the weekend.  She lives in Queensland, so I only see twice a year or so.  I thought she was staying here tonight, but instead she is going out with a friend of hers and will stay the night at his – and his girlfriend’s – place.  As far as I know, the last time she went out with this friend was three or four years ago and the night ended in disaster.  So I thought I would tell you what happened that night.

This took place when I was living in a tiny 2 bedroom terrace house in West Melbourne with my boyfriend, – P. E. Guy – my best friend (back then) and his boyfriend.  Mum was supposed to stay at my brother’s – who was living in a two bedroom unit on his own – in the spare bedroom.  At the last minute – when he picked her up at the airport – he changed his mind and told her she should stay with me.  At this stage she didn’t know I smoked – and I mostly definitely lived in a stoner household – which would have made things awkward, but truly, there just wasn’t anywhere for her to sleep.  I offered to go halves with my brother and get her a motel room nearby, but she arranged to stay with a friend.

On her second night in Melbourne she went out drinking with the friend at a bar in Highpoint.  His place was just down the road so it would be a cheap taxi ride home for them, but Mum’s friend picked up “some bird” who made some jealous snarky comments directed at mum.  This upset her so she left, taking a taxi back the friend’s place.  Then she decided to go for a drive – in my brother’s car, which she had borrowed for the weekend – since she didn’t want to be there when her friend returned with the girl.  Sometime around 3am the car broke down.  I don’t know where.  She attempted to get money out of an atm but it ate her card – which she blamed the machine – and I think she tried to call my brother but he didn’t answer and she left a voicemail.  Since she had no money she walked back to her friend’s place, which took about an hour or so.

The next morning I got a call from my brother who was furious and refused to deal with her anymore.  He gave me a vague version of events and told me to call her and sort it out.  So I called mum.  She said everything was fine, and she had a good night out.  Confused, I asked her what happened to the car.  She acknowledged that the car had broken down but wouldn’t elaborate any further.  Still confused I called my brother back.  He was calmer this time, and I got a few more details from him, but he didn’t know much.  I found out the rest about a year ago, though I’m sure there’s still a detail or two she held back.

The thing is, my brother doesn’t live that far from Highpoint.  So if she had stayed with my brother, she would have caught the taxi back there, and that would have been the end of it.

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Buzzy Bubble Bumblebees

Ingredients

1 cup Rice Bubbles

25g butter

1/2 cup white marshmallows

50g dark chocolate melts

flaked amonds

Method

1. Melt butter and marshmallows ina small pan over a low heat.  Cook, stirring constantly, for 2 minutes or until the mixture is smooth.
2. Place Rice Bubbles in a large bowl and add the butter mixture and stir until well combined.  Set aside for 5 minutes to cool.
3. Line a tray with baking paper.  Make heaped tablespoonfuls of the Rice Bubble mixture into oval shapes.  Place on the lined tray.  Use a small sharp knife to score the Rice Bubble shapes lengthways.
4. Put chocolate melts in a snaplock bag.  Microwave in a bowl on medium, stirring every 30 seconds until the chocolate melts.  Cut a small hole in on corner and drizzle the chocolate over the Rice Bubble shapes in a zig zag pattern.  Arrange 2 flaked almonds in the indentation on each Rice Bubble shape to make wings and set aside for 15 minutes or until set.

 

Just A Little Taste

After he took off my bra he pulled the top of my dress up, covering my naked breasts.  He ran his hands over them and then turned me around.  He went to his knees behind me.  With two hands he slowly raised the hem of the dress up the back of my legs.  He paused just below my ass before he lifted my dress higher and groaned at the sight of the grey lace.  I leaned forward against the back of the couch as he ran his hands over my ass and then buried his face in the crack of my ass.  He took off my underwear and pushed apart my legs to get a better look.  He slid his right hand up the inside of my thigh before slipping it between my thighs.  I moaned a little as I felt his fingers stroking and exploring.  He took his hand away and I gasped in delight as he replaced it with his tongue.  I moaned and leant back against him.  He let me enjoy the pleasant sensation of his tongue and his roaming hands as they squeezed my ass cheeks before he pulled back and slapped my ass.  He stood up and turned me around.  Then he unbuckled his belt.

Birthday Blues

Every year without fail I become moody and depressed in the lead up to my birthday.  A big part of this is due the events that occurred on my 19th birthday, which include how I lost my virginity.  But to be honest, it’s also because that’s the year both my mum and my dad – who were/are divorced – forgot to call to wish me a happy birthday.  It was just bad timing that they forgot that year and not another.  I suppose it was bad timing all round, and now all three events are inextricably linked in my mind.

They weren’t to know that I had a huge fight with a friend and stormed off the evening before.  That I went to at a club on my own – for the first time – where I met the two guys who would take my virginity.  My parents weren’t to know that I was stranded at a major shopping centre – even now I’m not entirely sure which one – late that morning without a mobile phone or much money.  It wasn’t their fault that I realised  after I had I had gotten home that one of the condoms had likely broken – I wasn’t on the pill then – and that the Doctor was wrong when she told me I didn’t need to take the anti-nausea pill before the second morning after pill – which I needed to take at 2am – because I would sleep through any nausea.  No matter what anyone says, always take the anti-nausea pill, because otherwise you’ll spend a hellish four hours or so desperately trying not vomit.

There was one good thing about my birthday that year.  My worried brother yelled at me when I got home because he had waited up all night for me, since he had forgotten I had planned to stay with a friend – that night.

Raspberry Cheesecake Brownies

Ingredients

125g milk chocolate melts

75g dark chocolate, chopped

1 cup lightly packed brown sugar

4 eggs

1/2 cup self raising flour

1/4 cup cocoa powder

250g cream cheese, at room temperature

1/4 cup caster sugar

1 cup frozen raspberries

Method

1. Preheat oven to 170C.  Line a 16×26cm slice pan with baking paper.
2. Melt chocolate and set aside to cool.
3. Beat butter and brown sugar in a large bowl with an electric mixer until thick and creamy.  Add three eggs, one at a time, beating well after each addition.  Fold in the sifted flour and cocoa powder.  Fold through the cooled chocolate and set aside.
4. Beat the cream cheese and sugar in a bowl until combined.  Add the remaining egg and beat well.  Fold in the raspberries.
5. Spoon the chocolate and cream cheese mixtures alternately over the base of the prepared pan .  Use a skewer to swirl to create a marble effect.  Bake in oven for 50 minutes, or until a skewer inserted into the centre comes out clean.  Cool completely in the pan before cutting into squares.

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Oat & Coconut Crisps

Ingredients

1 1/2 cups traditional rolled oats

1/2 cup shredded coconut

3/4 cup brown sugar, firmly packed

3/4 cup caster sugar

1/4 cup plain flour, sifted

165g butter, melted

1 egg, lightly beaten

1tsp vanilla essence

Method

1. Preheat oven to 170C.  Line a baking tray with grease paper.
2. Place the oats, coconut, sugars and flour in a bowl and mix to combine.  Add butter, egg and vanilla and mix until well combined.  Spoon a level tablespoon of cookie batter onto the prepared tray.  Repeat with remaining mixture, leaving room to spread.  Bake for 10-12 minutes or until golden.  Allow to cool completely on the baking tray.

A Lazy Stoner Sunday

A couple of weeks ago I went to a work mate’s Hen’s Party at Dracula’s Cabaret Restaurant.  When I got there – on time for once and only the second to arrive – I was surprised to learn that only work colleagues had been invited plus one other girl.  That seemed so strange to me.  I know if I needed to get together a Hen’s it would only be a small group – and there would be gay guys in the party – but I would almost go without than have a Hen’s filled with work people.  But maybe that’s just me?

Since there were work people and I was still getting over a cold I decided it was best to skip the drinking.  The show itself was pretty entertaining, and I’m sure if I had been there with friends I would have had a fantastic time.  Towards the end of the night one of the girls made a comment about the servers: “Oh my God, I bet some of these people would wear clothes like this out on the street!?!” It’s a vampire themed cabaret, so the servers were wearing a mish mash of gothic, punk – I’ve been hot for goth and punk boys before emos even existed – vampire, Rocky Horror, etc type outfits with extreme make up and some with intricate dark tattoos.  I of course had spent half the night trying not to make eyes at all the exotic creatures and while I fantasized about what I wanted to do if I somehow happened to get the guitarist alone – a long shot, I know.  So, clearly we – my work mates and I – are not the same kind of people.  As I had predicted it was a pretty tame night – though over half the group ended up with food poisoning including the girl who ordered a special no-dairy-gluten-free dinner but not me, who had the chicken – and it was almost midnight as we said our goodbyes out the front of the restaurant.  Luckily a work mate offered me a lift, as I hadn’t seen any empty taxis go past and I was eager to get home.

Earlier in the night I had texted Blue Eyes to see what he was up to.  He was without plans late in the evening and it was 1am when he texted that he’d called a taxi.  About 20 minutes after that got I got a text which asked for another taxi number.  For some reason that delighted me, but I don’t know why.  I found him another number and then distracted him with dirty texts until the – second – taxi arrived.  I paid for the taxi when it got here.  I had offered to do so since I knew he couldn’t afford one – he is only 20 after all – and I have to say I’ve had my fair share of taxis paid for by boys so it didn’t seem a big deal to me.

I don’t know why, but I am always surprised by how tall he is.  I think I equate young with small, though one has little to do with the other when you’re talking about adults.  Blue Eyes is the most chilled of my boys, and I think this rubs off on me.  He’s the boy I call – text really, I don’t ever call any of them – when I feel like a lazy night on the couch with dvds, a boy and some smoke.  This time he chose the movie Wrong Turn – which was still in its wrapper because I was too scared to watch it on my own even though I’ve seen it before – while I rolled.  I think we saw all of five minutes of the movie before we got distracted.  As I knew he would, he wanted me to suck his cock.  Of course I obliged.  I just can’t say no to his pretty face and to be honest, he has a good cock for sucking.  Lucky for him, he always stays still, no unexpected face fucking or hand at the back my head encouraging – forcing – me to swallow more cock.  This is a good thing for me – his moans, groans and whimpers and more than enough encouragement – because after I lick and kiss and play I will test myself and see just how much cock I can swallow.   And there he was, sitting on the couch and while I was on my knees between his knees.  No matter how much I like sucking cock, after a while I do get antsy – and I did spend 20-30 minutes on my knees – if I’m not paid enough attention, so we switched to 69.  Truth be told, this is the position we end up in the most – partially my fault since I got him stoned – and he’s pretty decent at it.  He’s all soft with his lips and tongue to begin with before he adds his fingers into the mix.

So a lovely chilled time was had, though the poor boy had a headache the next day.  He was worried about having some panadol because of the smoking but I managed to convince him it was fine – I didn’t tell him all the legal and illegal substance I had taken while stoned – though I did feel a little like a wicked older woman corrupting a sweet innocent youth.  I walked him to the station again later in the day – when he asked me to, he sounded like he wasn’t sure if I would – and I spent the rest of Sunday afternoon baking.

Peanut Butter Choc-Chunk Cookies