Don't say...dog-poop.
Can't recall why I was grimacing here - it definitely isn't the poop that Reggie rolled in or the same stuff stuck to the wings of the chicken that I noticed when I returned it to it's pen after it's assisted escape courtesy of our Gracie-Cakes, it isn't the aroma of the kitty litter or emptying the out-of-date stuff from the fridge in a made dash before the garbage truck arrives. Whatever it was it wasn't nice.
Off to see Dad's new Unit today...he wants to follow the Building Inspector around and get the inside track on any improvements. One requires a driver for such an occasion, doesn't one ?
Don't say...bromance.
Australia beat France last night - I think it was rugby union NOT league...I think. I didn't watch it. Jamesy kindly dropped the DVD around before 8am this morning so Eli is watching it at this very moment.
Speaking of football...may I direct your attention to this photo taken by me at a very recent football game at Suncorp Stadium....the personage in the photo is the new "bromance" of an individual who resides in this house. Woot-woo !
Don't say...lollies.
The Lolly-Volcano Cake was a joint effort (Leesy, Ruby and Myself).
The last coupla parties we've had here there are always waaay too many lollies and today was clearly no exception.
Typically I had to find somethin to panic about - we hadn't done any of the actual set-up (as we normally do) until we started about an hour and a half before the party itself....so I was trying to hide my hysteria from everyone else...but as always we just seem to get it done....tidying up inside, picking up rubbish outside, flicking dog poop into the garden, fruit platters, pizzas, party pies, lemonade scones, popcorn, washing up...we were completely ready when everyone arrived. Phew !
It was a fun morning and as always the homemade birthday is the best !
Don't say...fleas.
Introducing the Blessed Mary-Reggie. I am NOT responsible for dressing up Reggie as the Blessed Virgin but someone else in this house did and it's pretty cute...I guess.
You see generally I do not think of Reggie as cute. I have a love-hate relationship with her. When she comes back from being clipped I kinda warm to her for a while but when her fur gets long and she's covered in fleas, constantly scratching and I have bathed her 3 times that week - well, it wares me down. Lisa doesn't like it when I growl at Reggie to get off the couch and in the mornings when I get out of bed guess who jumps straight in to my spot ?
Don't say...Leesy's camera.
I am told that I am getting a little OTT with the camera. It's actually Lisa's camera so perhaps she has a point. I have now adopted it as my own personal blog-photo taker. I have already got some "interesting" shots of Damie-World that will appear as soon as I can work out the whole downloading trick.
Today is one of those days when I promised someone the world....you know, when you are in a good mood so you put your hand up for everything then promise to do all sorts of incredible and ridiculous things to help someone at work - a serious case of over-kill. A bit like me and Leesy's camera !
Don't say...we wont have cake.
It's Ruby's 11th birthday coming up this Saturday so we'll be working out some kind of cake to make...(maybe buy). This cake was made for Eli's 9th (note the Sharks versus the Gummy Bears, green coconut grass, lines made from licorice) - Leesy-J did a pretty tip top job I reckon. Will eventually post a photo of the cake we come up with...coz - when the topic is food you have a winner.
Lisa brought home a big box of Crispy Creme doughnuts from town today.
Cold doughnuts versus hot doughnuts ?? Which do you choose ? It's important.
Hot cinnamon win 100% of the time. If I had to choose between white chocolate and a hot doughnut - that's not a trivial question. The doughnut wins - but as I said - it's gotta be hot.
When we were in Charleville we would go to the school fete, hunt out the hot doughnuts and I'd be ready to go home. Same concept goes for the Charleville Show - although they didn't do doughnuts...Lisa understood that the sole reason I was there was to get a Dagwood Dog.
So today, just minutes ago, I ate my cold Caramel doughnut, grateful for the surprise and I reckon I better bring home some hot ones tomorrow.
Don't say...cranky.
Hmmm - work tomorrow - it's hard to be happy.
It's the last week of school for the term. I should be looking ahead to holidays which will be busy with birthday's, drinks and visitors.
I wont be so cranky after 2 weeks of Nanna Naps.
Don't say...noisy neighbours.
Coffee with Jamesy is all done. Suddenly I am cutting a plank of timber to Dad's specs (loudly with the circual saw...it's 8am)...I commented to Jamesy how popular I am gonna be with the neighbours...however I am thinking after our new neighbours played Persian music until 11pm last night - I feel I have some 'noise' vouchers. Being a noisy neighbour is not something that is gonna win friends.
Before all this, Lisa wakes me up telling me I have stolen ALL the doona but more urgently she says 'feel it moving'....she's talking about the baby and boy, is it moving ! Akin to a liturgical dance or some winter festival eurythmy. This week Leesy has notched up 23 weeks.
Don't say...headache.
I gave myself a MASSIVE headache today and when it was gone I wondered why I do it to myself.
Having dropped the girls to school this morning the plan was to make my way to an in-service at Kenmore. Trouble is, when I said good-bye to the girls and got back in the car at 8.15am I realised that I honestly had NO idea how I was going to get there - I had never been to this venue and didn't take the time to check the map. That's when the headache started....so, I ask you - What are your options when you are running late and have no idea where you are going ? I considered driving with the referdex on my lap....seriously that is something I would do. However, I saw reason and took a few moments to interpret the map...I had a vague idea (eg - get onto the Western Freeway) but nothing specific about the streets leading to the venue in Kate Street. In a nutshell, lots of ridiculous inappropriate road rage targeted at selfish people having the gaul to be driving at the speed limit when I am running late. By the time I got there I was only 10 minutes late and of course no one cared, in fact they hadn't properly started.
Of course, I had to suffer the headache allll day long. BUT - I gave it to myself....it's my fault...but why ? Why do I do it to myself ?
Don't say...you'll park next to me.
His eyes were raised to the heaven, wife looking on in admiration. He looked so innocent, so saintly....little did they know...he's a very naughty boy.
You see, I have done it again. I do it regularly and my loved ones don't know. How can I tell them I have a very bad habit ? In my defence I have only just noticed it myself....here goes - when I park the car in a shopping car park or at work I swing the door open and 9 out of 10 times I hit the car beside me. Each time I do it I think "doh!" and then again this morning at school and later at the shops at Keppera.
It's hard to stop so when I arrived home at 4pm this arvie I got out of the car so carefully that it must have looked as if I was in slow motion...trouble is, tomorrow I know I'll forget.
