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I was looking around allrecipes.com today for some interesting Christmas dinner recipes, when I saw this recipe…

Garbage Can Turkey
“Not the conventional way of cooking a turkey but the results are amazing and the bird tastes wonderful. Seasoning can be added but is not necessary.”

Ingredients:

• Aluminium foil
• 15 inch wooden stake
• 1/3 (12 pound) whole turkey, neck and giblets removed
• New 15 gallon metal garbage can with lid

Directions:

• 1. Lay about 3 long sheets of heavy duty aluminium foil out on the grass to make a square about 3×3 feet. Pound the wooden stake into the ground in the centre of the aluminium foil.
• 2. Fill the lid of the garbage can with a large pile of charcoal, and light. Place the whole turkey (thawed of course) onto the stake, legs down. Turn the garbage can upside down, and place over the turkey. Place piles of lighted coals on the top, and around the sides of the can.
• 3. Cook for at least 1 1/2 hours, or keep going until coals go out. Do not lift can during cooking. Brush the charcoal off of the can, and lift off carefully as some heat may rush out when you lift the can. The internal temperature of the turkey should be at least 180 degrees F (83 degrees C) when taken in the thickest part of the thigh.

Mmmm, nothing like garbage can turkey.

Taken in my garden a few days ago, see more at Flickr.

Dear Santa,

Once again, I have decided to blog my Christmas wish list – as I said last year, “Paper is so not the cool thing to do”. I now present you (and my friends & family) with a list of things I would like for Christmas. Don’t bother checking your list, I’ve totally been good this year Santa Baby, promise. 😉

• Gift vouchers for Victoria’s Secret, Xoxo and Emitations.
• ‘Sex and the city’ – The complete series (Seasons 1-6).
• ‘Passing the flame’ by Corina Tettinger.
• Brooches, I’m having a bit of a brooch obsession at the moment.
• A new watch, my old one seems to bee losing time.
• Flickr account upgrade (username: NikitaKashner). Thanks Bob. 😀

Sincerely,
Nikita

P.S. The little red monkey said to say he’s too busy to write you a list, he mumbled something about an army of robots, but he wanted you to know that all he wants for Christmas is to rule the world, that and a little red scarf.

Today my mother witnessed a kid, about 14 years old, walk up to our drive way and onto the lawn. She thought he was coming to the door, until he stoped right in front of one of our garden lights, casually pulled it out of the ground, placed it on the lawn, and then walked off…

Are kids seriously so bored these days that they randomly pull garden lights out of the ground in stranger’s yards for no reason?

Johnny: Mum, I’m bored.
Mum: Then go find something to do.
Johnny: There is nothing to do.
Mum: Of course there’s something to do, go pull garden lights out of strangers yards.
Johnny: Yeah, that’ll be hella cool!

Do kids still say ‘hella cool’ these days?

I didn’t sleep much last night, about 5 hours; I was up at about 6am doing a few things, waiting to take my asthma medication at 8am. Then after taking it I laid down for a nap, just an hour or two…

I woke up and looked around, “What just happened, why is it dark?” I look at the clock, “Fuck! Why is it 10:19pm?!”

I was a tad freaked out at first. It was like only a second had passed by, like I blinked and suddenly it was 10pm. I slept right through the allocated times for taking my medication, missed lunch and dinner, missed ‘The Amazing Race’, and now I feel totally out of it. To add to the confusion, Sergio tried to convince me that 10 years had passed.

Sergio: Dude, you got beamed in time.
Nikita: I know.
Nikita: Fucking weird.
Sergio: You’ve been missing for the last 10 years, you know that?
Nikita: Hahaha, shut up.
Sergio: This is 2014.
Sergio: We’re an uber evolved civilisation now.
Nikita: Funny how no blogs have updated in ten years.
Sergio: Ah, yeah… that’s ’cause we went on strike when you disappeared.

I hate to say this, but I was so confused that I actually checked the date quickly… Just to be sure.

I do feel pretty good though, really refreshed, as one would after that much sleep. My body must have needed to catch up on lost sleep, but it would have been nice if I had received some sort of a memo about The Great Sleep, something along the lines of, “Kitta, huge sleep planned, Dec 2nd. Be there.”

My new nickname is ‘Sleeping Beauty’.

Last week I went to my doctor, again, I was concerned that I wasn’t getting enough sleep (2 hours if I was lucky) and I felt like I couldn’t breathe. I sat in her office and I had an overwhelming feeling of stress, both mentally and physically, she looked at me and said “you look so tired” and I felt like I wanted to cry.

For the last few weeks I’ve been telling people that I haven’t been sleeping well, but they seem to shrug it off, like it’s nothing of concern, or tell me how they’ve only slept so many hours. It’s a game show where who ever has the least hours of sleep wins a prize. So it was a relief to finally have someone take note. I told her my symptoms, such as severe headaches, lack of mental clarity, and a few other odd symptoms. She gave me a worried look, and then told me that it sounded like I’ve been having sleep and oxygen deprivation, and that my body had started to become very stressed because of it.

She decided to put me on asthma medication, to see if it would clear up the inflammation in my lungs, and even though I was told it would take 3 weeks to have a full effect, I could feel my lungs open up after just one dose. I could finally breathe again.

It’s quite a large dose that I’m on, so I’m experiencing quite a few side effects from it. Such as a feeling of surprise I was warned about, loss of appetite, a feeling of my mind racing and trembling hands. My heart is also palpitating, and at times it feels like it’s going to jump out of my chest and do a little dance…

“Ladies and gentlemen… Roll up, roll up… For the amazinggggg dancing heart! See it shake its aorta to the top 20!”

Cirque Du Soleil got nothing on me.

Apart from the aorta shaking heart, I am feeling better, much better. I’m still not sleeping at night, but I can now sleep during the day; which is heaven. I think the shit phase is passing.

Note: Before you comment, please know that the side effects stated above are common and I am under close supervision of my doctor.

Sent to me via the FAQ form…

Five little aliens, on a see saw, but one got blown to smithareens and then there were four.
Four little aliens going home for tea, but one got blown to smithareens and then there were three.
Three little aliens going to the loo, but one toilet was boobytrapped and then there were two.
Two little aliens, eatting sally lunns, but one bun was poisoned and then there was one.
One little alien, feeling like a winner, he’d gotten rid of all his mates and scoffed all their kitta was hot, so, so, hot.

Poor little aliens.

Getting into the Christmas sprit.

Necklace features a beautiful lampwork Christmas tree pendant that I got on eBay last year (I can’t remember the seller’s name. Chockadoo was the eBay seller that designed it) and assorted red/green glass beads.

The antibiotics I’m taking read…

“Take ONE capsule FOUR times daily every EIGHT hours.”

Clearly, one must need some sort of a time slowing device, because there are only 24 hours in a day (unless the world voted on 32 hour days and forgot to mention it to me) and you’d need at least 32 hours to take one tablet every eight hours. 😕

I love how they put the numbers in caps, like four, eight and one are attention whores…

“LOOK AT ME! SCREW ‘take’ AND ‘daily’, I AM SOOOO MUCH CUTER. DOES MY ASS LOOK BIG IN THIS FONT?”

My brother and I were watching Russell Coight’s celebrity challenge. Chrissie (the model) was sitting with a Powerbook in her lap, tapping away while explaining her website to one of her fellow campers…

Me: I didn’t know they have WIFI in the outback.
My Brother: Yeah, but not WIFI, there’s ports in all the trees.
Me: So the cables go through the roots?
My Brother: Pretty much.