i thought it would take the four horsemen of the apocalypse riding through as a sign for me to resume blogging, but apparently all it took was a snack related tantrum and a couple of days in bed recovering from what i'll no doubt fondly look back on someday as 'the great celery debacle 2008'
Now that my new sink has been plumbed in (not a euphemism) and i'm supposed to be considering a return to study, it seems like a good time to distract myself with, if not a return to blogging, a few idle hours considering the pros and cons.

Cons:

• my lassiez faire attitude to grammar and punctuation...and formatting..
• i have the attention span of a spider monkey post-sugar binge
• i already over analyse everything, this will hardly help me break the habit
• the amount of time i have wasted trying to align this trainwreck of a post and then noticed the bullet point option
• Not knowing what to blog about. To edit or not to edit....

Pros:

• i'll watch less tv, so far tonight i have become semi convinced i might like Leo Sayer, John Mellencamp and that purchasing Time Lifes Soft Rock Collection would be a wise investment
• if anyone accidentally gets lost and ends up here i can at least point them in the direction of some brilliant blogs- assuming i remember even the most rudimentary html code
• i can spend a little less time charming boys. At the moment our relationship sometimes reminds me of a patient parent driving a car and a hyperactive kid in the back bouncing around going "are we there yet? are we there yet?" i'm sure it drives him nuts but what can i say, i know i'm a little impatient but i also know i'm right about him.
• it'll allow me to scale back my adventures in cooking- 20Litres of vanilla rice pudding anyone? Who knew measuring ingredients would be that important?!

Dear Sunrice,

i always wondered, "what would it taste like if i gathered a bottle of my favourite balsamic vinegar, a small sack of rock salt and whatever stale, chewy rice i could scrape out of the back of the cupboard and spooned them into my mouth one after the other." Well i need not wonder any longer. I was too consumed with wildly choking and trying to keep my car on the road to think of what might be a nice accompaniment for these little taste sensations... Might i suggest that whoever is manufacturing them is either missing a chromosome or a little heavy handed with the seasonings?