The Every Day

a fifo wife {fifo life: real life fifo : airport pick up}

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So did I mention that the husband is home today..yeah ha baby. Cant wait. Jitter bugs butterflies have dually set in, house is clean, yard is tidy and out fit has been sorted. Always try and look noice when he gets home. I’m channelling Nina Proudman this pick up..lets hope I get the same reception she had with Dr Patrick at the gate..hmm public space kids in tow will have to keep myself and our reception contained. Always do though we usually have that akward boy girl thing going on until we get to the car and then its hello baby. Im not one for displays of public affection..its gentic..

Realising that Im not going to loose that extra 2 kilos in three days I have done the next best thing made do with what I got. So Im trimmed, buffed and oiled to an inch of my life. Even managed to get a hair cut with my new ‘hairdresser’ oh la la. I now have a hairdresser. Sounded so glamerous as I found someone to sit the kids and I went to the ‘salon’ to get my hair ‘styled’ sounds much better than can you look after the kids so I can cut my hair in the bathroom with the poultry shears. I kid you not..you know how many hairdressing scissors that I have lost to little fingers..lucky they have never lost little fingers. Jeezsh…jeezsh?..Im obviously channelling a jewish Nina Proudman.

The outfit sorted. I have been dying to wear the vintage silk bolero I found a couple of swings ago at my favourite op shop. Although did hear of one ladies suggestion to rock up in a trench coat and heels and little else. Yes well hmmm several problems with that scenario don’t own a trench coat, heels haven’t walked in them since my grown up job days I may come off looking more like the drunken Deb of her youth (although I thought I was walking okay but didn’t we all) and that thing called confidence…ahhh have not enough of that to do that…although who would know huh..but you wearing a cheeky smile..Instead I’ll rock the new jeans I picked up last week (husband loves me in jeans..so I aim to please) with the boots he says I never wear.

So these butterflies love it. This excitement of seeing him..thirteen years on. I hope it never leaves.

But tell me lovelie do you suffer from PDA? or have you ever rocked up in a trench coat?

Love pick ups..love them.

xx Deb

The Every Day

a fifo wife {fifo life: whats for dinner: chilli con carne}

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A really good favourite among my the boys and great freezer meal recipe. A perfect for being used in Nachos as well. I always always make double. Serve with rice perefct easy meal.

Chilli Con Carne

  • 2 teaspoons olive oil
  • 125g rindless bacon, roughly chopped
  • 750g lean beef mince
  • 2 medium brown onions, finely chopped
  • 2 medium red capsicums, chopped
  • 3 garlic cloves, crushed
  • 1 long red chilli, chopped (optional especially when making for kids)
  • 2 tablespoons Mexican chilli powder
  • 1 teaspoon of garam masala (this is a optional deb extra)
  • 800g can chopped tomatoes
  • 400g can red kidney beans, drained,
  • 1 beef stock cube

How to:

  1. Heat oil in a large saucepan over medium heat. Add bacon. Cook for 5 to 6 minutes or until crisp. Add mince. Cook, stirring with a wooden spoon to break up mince, for 15 minutes or until browned.
  2. Add onions, capsicums, garlic and chopped chilli. Cook for 5 to 6 minutes or until vegetables are soft. Add chilli powder and garam masala. Cook, stirring, for 1 minute or until fragrant.
  3. Add tomatoes, beef stock cub and 1 cup cold water. Bring to the boil. Reduce heat to mediumlow. Simmer, partially covered, for 30 minutes or until sauce has reduced slightly.
  4. Add beans. Increase heat to medium. Cook for 15 minutes or until beans are heated through and sauce has thickened. Serve chilli with toppings.

Serve with rice, sour cream, cheese, guacamole…yum!!

XX Deb

 

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a fifo wife {fifo life: real life fifo: stalker alert}

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So fed up with the month and knowing that FIFO husband was due home at some point in the next week. I spent most of my day periodically checking his Frequent Fly-er Account…shhh…to see if his work had booked flights. Yes I hold the details for most of his accounts…poor man..there are no secrets from me. Actually periodically is an understatement I was a women possessed.

His work oddly has never ever contacted me to advise when he will or wont be home. They are the only company that haven’t kept ‘the wife’ informed so I don’t like to call them and ask either. I think I have called them twice in our seven year employ. Both times it was a brain snap..so they dont really count. I don’t want to seem desperate or needy. Instead I behave nonchalantly from a far all while checking the Qantas website like I was in the running for a starring role in the sequel for fatal attraction.

So I knew he would be home around the 3rd. Come 430pm I was getting desperate what if he isn’t coming home until the 11th he had thrown that date in somewhere I ran the dates, days through my brain…hmmm that might be a stretch for my patience, decorum and sanity. I did one last check at 500pm…bingo there it was..QF123.

I did the happy dance. Man I did the happy dance and I’m smiling. Smiling like the Cheshire cat. Now we are in full blown get ready for dad mode. Scrubbers, Clippers, hedgers will be out and I’m talking about whats required for moi. I have been somewhat neglectful of me. Winter=jeans…the only reason I shave my legs in winter is in case Im hit by a bus..seriously..its also why my office is always tidy…just in case I’m hit by a bus. I wouldn’t wont them to think I didn’t have it under control. I kid you not.

So my dear friends. Let the count down begin.

xxDeb

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a fifo wife {fifo life: me: out of sorts}

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My uncle died yesterday. And whilst I’m not making light of the situation is was 40 years of smoking with no filter…it was going to happen. His death was a long and painful one and I wish that it didn’t have to happen that way because he was an amazing man. He was funny, strong and a good husband to my aunt. Along with that he took me in as a teenager and provided me with somewhere to go when I was in trouble. I give credit where credit is due and I owe him some credit. He was good to me without return.

So today I’m a little out of sorts. Apart from my mum and dad none of my family live in Australia. We are originally from across the ditch..New Zealand for those who don’t know that phrase and so I made the decision not to see him when the family was called nor will I attend his funeral. I can say my good byes from here. My belief is that his soul and spirit will be every where and here is just a good as spot as anywhere to say goodbye.

I will go and support my aunt when everyone has gone and it will be just her in that big old house. I think that is the right thing to do. I think.

So here’s to Cap Rata one more angel in the sky. Thank you for being all that you were.

xx Deb