Don't say...new blogs aren't fun.
NOTE to anyone passing by this blog (all 3 of you)...your cheques are in the mail.
The Blogger is D - she is an old Charleville friend of ours (almost 20 years). I attempted to take a photo of a photo of her wedding (yep - she's the bride) which only demonstrates that I do not know how to use my new camera. D has an inexhaustable (sp?) depth for seeing the 'quirky' side of life...always entertaining even in the humdrum - she does a mean Fraggle Rock and Sister Janet Mead impersonation (not at the same time)....need I say more ?
So if you care to have a look - do so...she might even unleash her Meatloaf rendition.
Don't say...the blinkin' memory card doesn't work.
My new camera card is not compatible with this PC so I cannot upload a new photo today. Leesy has the other camera. I will fix this tomorrow.
We waved bye-bye to Leesy and Ivy this morning on their way to T'ville for the next 3 days.
We'll all miss our Little Blessin' (as she has come to be known...for example "Can I hold the Little Blessin' ? or "Mum, the Little Blessin' is awake !") and this reminds me of a strange omen on the day we found out she was on the way.
Back in March we thought it necessary to buy a home pregnancy test and on the way home took a photo of this cars' number plate. How could we not ?
Don't say...it's broken !
This time we can't blame the rats !
The DISHWASHER has completely stopped working. It is finished.
We have had this first, one and only dishwasher for 6 years...previously in Charleville we, somehow, hand-washed everything !
Strangely, there is a certain water-saving satisfaction in hand washing...it isn't nearly as labourous as I imagine...but maybe it's the novelty of it all.
Having said that, we desperately want a NEW one...luckily we've timed our break-down with the post-Xmas sales....hopefully we'll get a bargain.
PLEASE do not think that I cannot see it is time for a hair-cut for Damo...when the boufant appears it isn't pretty !
Don't say...you have to stay home on Boxing Day !
I suddenly realised we hadn't told them my friend is an International Food Critic.
At lunch time today I took an old female friend to my favourite Chinese restaurant to try some amazing bar-b-qued Moreton Bay bugs. We were given priority seating with the owners (a mother and daughter) who are also very very good friend's of mine - we made conversation as we savoured the delicious bugs.
My Food Critic Friend commented articulately on the spices, the process of sourcing the bugs, their freshness and complimented the owners on their management style. It was at this point that I thought it would be unfair if the owners did not know my friend's occupation.
You should have seen the banquet that we were then promptly served - all for free and by far the best Chinese food I have ever had.
It was a pity when I was distracted by the noise of the blinds hitting the window frame in our bedroom...and I woke up.
Don't say...you cannot start Christmas early.
Last night we got into some early Christmas spirit with a dinner for Aunty J who left today.
Each of the kids entertained in their own way...
X sang a Christmas rainbow song,
G played 2 songs on the recorder,
E did a homemade quiz, and
R played 2 beautiful songs on the violin.
Don't say...a leap of faith is bad.
I found myself in a moral dilemna.
Is this safe ?
Would I do this ?
So, I sat and watched, weighed up the risks and without a chance to say STOP !!!.....she jumped !
Don't say...football doesn't bring people together.
Family visiting from afar...so nice to catch up on what's been happening in their lives. The kids are beyond excited to have their only flesh and blood Aunty staying with us, fighting tooth and nail for their 'air' time.
As you can planly see, football (my personal fave) moved from the road to the front acreage.
Don't say...it's hot.
This photo describes exactly how I felt today - except that I didn't go to the pool.
I knew that today was forecast to be very hot and humid so I carefully chose a shirt that wouldn't show all the sweaty bits.
Doesn't everyone do that ?
Don't say..."what does this mean ?"
It was my task to erect the old sign for the new Pensioner's Cottage.
Our family is often rather impressed by other languages, testing others knoweldge of the latin route or derivation....to which the answer is often always "I don't know".
Needless to say, I cannot give you an accurate translation of the sign but there are at least two personages that know exactly what it says.
Don't say...you can skip dinner.
Chocolate Pavlova tonight care of Leesy...it's so rich and you only need a very small slice to feel like you've had more than your fair share.
This reminds me that it was only just last Thursday night as I sat there eating the family-sized block of Cadbury chocolate that I realised that I hadn't actually had dinner (you know, that healthy part with the vegies ?). Oopsy...I went back and forth in my mind trying to recall if perhaps I had...but no....I felt guilty and instinctively knew that there was no turning back.
Don't say...all doll's houses are cute.
We bought this second-hand doll's house about 6 years ago when we first came back to Brissy.
When I carried it excitedly into the house the first comment 5 year old R. made was "That is the ugliest doll's house I have ever seen !".
So brutal, so true.
Owing to the water damaged swollen flakey chipboard, I spent the weekend dismantling it ready for the dump.
Don't say...it's cool.
Today was the first day of summer (in my opinion)...arriving at the pool this arvie I had no choice but to dive in. It must have been hot for me to even consider it !
Please note that I am clothed.
Don't say...schools out !
Finished school today (not me, sadly) and Leesy arranged a single-handed break-up party for them all (with friends) at the pool...no other parents...just Leesy and Ivy on crowd-control, entertainment and hospitality - which...(even in the short time that I turned up) included :
1. cuhh-razzzy mothers talking about their entire life-stories in one breathe,
2. pizza covered with flies,
3. unexpected but welcomed catch ups with old friends,
4. chats about 2009 class placements and associated dramas,
5. little boys who brought money and bought nothing for themselves,
6. real-life snakes that E. stood on,
7. fathers explaining unapologetcially that they were late to pick up their kids owing to their very own traffic infringments.
Don't say...someone else is to blame.
Sometimes I go looking for excuses.
After exhausting all of my options...I am left with the devastating and humiliating truth that it was simply my own fault.
I brought this yellow card home for Show 'n Tell this arvie...not a great pre-Christmas surprise.
Don't say...anyone was watching.
Looking back now it is hard to believe we were skinny-dipping in the mid-afternoon in a man-made lake in a public park.
It's just not legal.
This was the muddy lake where it all happened...Leesy and me....before kids....paddling with dogs sans clothing on a hot afternoon.
I fancy the idea, that if we owned our own pool that it would be expected to re-visit the skinny-dip (late at night when the kids were in bed of course)....I wonder if everyone with a pool does the adult skinny-dip ?
Don't say...you can eat dinner at 4.30pm.
Tonight was the last of the early evening break-up style outings for this year and it's a relief.
My biggest dilemna when you go out at night is what, how and when do you feed everyone. Last week we fed them all a proper dinner at 4.30pm but when we got home at 8pm - of course they were hungry.
Tonight we gave up trying to be healthy and ordered pizza on the way home.
Don't say...stars aren't cute.
Just moments ago we all gathered out on the front driveway to see the smiley star/moon formation.
Very cute...and wont be seen again until 2036.
Well, actually Leesy tells me they aren't stars - they are planets - Venus and Jupiter with a smiley crescent moon for the mouth - waxing or waning - I do not know.
Leesy spoke to her mother and she could see it over 1000 km's away.
