Archive | June, 2011

lottery winnings- what i’m going to do…

7 Jun

what to do…

so i have that tuesday feeling….i just bought my euromillions ticket and know that this time i have it in the bag…the numbers feel right, there’s a smell of fresh wads of cash on the way and i’m worrying now that if my wicked plan does come to fruition, i’m simply just not prepared…

so in the more than likely event that tomorrow is my night, this is what i’m going to do:

  • tell EVERYONE muahahaha
  • donate to hospice and cancer research
  • buy a walk-in wardrobe
  • fill said wardrobe with everything i want
  • bring the girls on a holiday, pamper, shop and cocktails
  • bring family away somewhere lovely
  • pay off all family mortgages and fill account with fun mon’
  • buy a sound proof room or max’s music
  • b&b on the island of formentera, near ibiza
  • do courses in everything i want to: photography, marketing, social media, baking, cooking, pottery…you name it…
  • do a clothes dash in topshop on oxford street wuuuuuhuuu
  • holiday in thailand, vietnam, cambodia and laos, followed by a shopping and pampering trip in NY
  • perfect my spanish, learn some new languages
  • win the lottery again. just to rub it in your faces.
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recipe #4 lovely drunk chicken

1 Jun

need:

1 large chicken for roasting

1 large bottle of good white wine

rice

green bell peppers or some brocolli florets

sprig parsley

 

make:

preheat oven to 180 celsius.

place cleaned out naked chicken in a large roasting tin

pour in the bottle of wine

cover with tin foil loosely

put into oven for just under two hours

skewer and see when juices run clear

whack rice on to boil

remove tin foil and leave skin to crisp for ten minutes

add peppers to rice when cooked and some of the lovely juicy chicken wine goo

sprig of chopped parsley

and that’s how you make lovely drunk chicken

explore: /ɪkˈsplɔː, ɛk-/

1 Jun
mid 16th century (in the sense ‘investigate (why)’): from French explorer, from Latin explorare ‘search out’, from ex- ‘out’ + plorare ‘utter a cry’
If the grass is greener on the other side, then if the guy on the other side is looking at me, does he think my grass is greener when his is the greenest? And if his IS greenest, how did he do it? (Contributed by Cayce)