Don't Say Don't

Don't say...Santa's pants.

Visited the Christmas Lights near Jamesy's place last night as we have done for over 11 years.

1998 was certainly a memorable highlight.

Don't say...Christmas rudeness!

Leesy and I have had along running giggle at this song.

You only have to listen up to 28 seconds to hear the uncalled-for rudeness.

"Later we'll have some *#!@*# pie..." - except it doesn't sound like pumpkin to me.
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Don't say...leaks.

Having lived in the drought-striken west for over 10 years...I know it's bad to say anything negative about the rain.

BUT...

Until the leak in our newly plastered ceiling is fixed...I'm not likin' it!

Don't say...avoidance.

There are 1000 things I 'should' be doing around the house while I am on holidays....however, I have a small creative project to distract me.

Don't say...a week at the beach.

For the past 5 years we have literally 'forced' the kids to have a beach holiday.

A change in accommodation and location meant that, for the first time they LOVED it.

Don't say...Melbourne in a day.

I think a day trip to Melbourne is not such a great idea...however, it was worth it to see Leonie.

Don't say...another chart.

Holidays are here and while I am missing out on the first days at Caloundra...I am going to Melbourne for the first time EVER.

It's my Godmother's 80th Birthday.

Don't say...I missed it!

X finished prep yesterday with a beautiful ceremony...full of rituals, crossing bridges, presentation of crowns that the mothers had made in secret and a visit to Class 1.

Leesy tells me everyone had a tear in their eye....BUT of course, I had to work so I missed it.

Don't say...feet in a bucket.

When you don't have a pool and you don't have airconditioning....THIS is what you do to keep cool on a stinkin' HOT day!

Don't say...gnomes.

Every morning before school X and I have been down to the creek behind school to search for river stones.

X believes that gnomes leave him new stones every morning on a high branch.

Over the term he has hidden quite a huge stash.

Don't say...weekender.

Feel like I achieved quite a bit over the weekend.

Lots of small jobs and we even marked 30 years since Mum's departure.

Don't say...runaway.

It's not a good thing when a baby makes her way out down to the cul-de-sac all alone.

Don't say...a True Story.

I am at the local library searching for a book about the 'best' Brisbane walks.

I spy this book about Outback Queensland, sidetracked I think "I wonder if it has anything about Charleville?"

I am flicking through when I saw THIS photo.

Could this be Leesy J?

Don't say...another dream interpretation required.

Before I went away on holidays my pets are cryogenically FROZEN in a carousel.

The bad part is that when they are thawed-out some inevitably die.

Don't say...hair hygiene.

It's the time of year when private schools amp up their marketing.

Are these haircuts trendy or just realllllly messed-up ?

Don't say...wildlife.

I cannot explain why this particular glipse of nature on my 'morning shuffle' makes me happy.

Don't say...sharing is caring.

If your 79 year old father bequeathes to you an old pair of boy-leg togs....is one obliged to wear them ?

Don't say...Little Blessin' Update.

These photos were taken this arvie.

Do you like her fave toy - the dirty dog brush?

Don't say...finale.

I don't want to bore you with ANOTHER before & after shot....however, the glass FINALLY arrived for the ensuite.

Don't say...you're smarter than a Fifth Grader.

To be honest, some parts of the Year 5 homework are beyond me.

If Leesy isn't home, I have to call in reinforcements.

Don't say...finished, I think?

Finally, after a very longgggggggg period of hiccups...presenting our new bathroom !

Don't say...this bottle is worth it.

Before you start your Christmas shopping, please don't be buying me an expensive bottle of bubbles for me.

Sadly, I have never been able to taste the difference.

Don't say...solutions.

I have been regularly forgeting to take milk for my coffee at work.

This morning I clipped my keys to it in the fridge.

Don't say...wrong place, wrong time.

This isn't my car's hubcap.

Can ya believe that I accidently ran over this guys hubcap that had just fallen off?

Thankfully, he wasn't cranky.

But, I will buy him one to replace it.

Don't say...some things are just not possible.

Everyone gathered around as he worked some of his computer magic.

If Pthc4 cannot upload my videos to Blogger then who can ?

Don't say...fountain.

Leesy's not a big fan of the 'top-notch'.