Umm-ahh !


Don't say...'one each'.


Umm-ahh !

Friday


Don't say...the cork is stuck.


The champagne cork exploded out of the bottle into the scrubby creek below...after all, it's Friday !




Person


I'm Scared !


Not Right



Don't say...you're gonna buy 'em.





Leesy pointed out the Hot Cross Buns on sale in the brochure this arvie. I think we all agree that this is fundemenally wrong...wrong, wrong, wrong !

(Try to ignore the deer antlers !)

How can things stay 'special' if you eat them all year ?





It's like Christmas in July, it's like opening Christmas presents before the 25th, it's like eating Easter eggs before Easter Sunday...it's just not right.

Mole


Don't say...it rhymes with Cole.


Lunch out today for Australia Day.


Here is the restaurant booking sheet...we are about the 10th booking and as you can see, I need to speak much more clearly.
We all stood there laughing while we waited for the waitress.


Which reminds me, not long ago at Taylor Range the site manager clarified with me that our surname was "Mole".

Problem


Don't say...it's not swingin'.


It's HOT enough to trap ourselves inside with the air-condo...BUT, now I've noticed a small issue.


As you can see, the light shade swings wildly side to side blown about by the cold air.
I am pleased to report that so far today, THIS is my biggest problem.

Very Well




Don't say...you didn't notice today's humidity.




It's really horrible when you have a 'friendly' race with one of your kids and they seriously beat you...and we were all there to see.
Ivy's first swim went very very well.

Here ?


Don't say...the BIG screen.


Went to GOMA and Leesy published this cryptic message on the BIG screen for all to see.


Wonder what the subtext is here ?

Panned Out


Don't say...'work' !


It's hard for me to avoid that sinking feeling before I go back to work after a holiday.


If you can read the white sign on the door...that's how my day panned out.

Do Not Know Why





Don't say...you can't russell up a quick French Emperror impersonation.


Met Anotherj in town for "Shingle Ingle" and shoppin' today.


Caught the bus which Ivy likes waaaay better than the car.
Strangely, the drawn-out wait for the bus trip home brought out the Napoleon in us all...and I do NOT know why.

Cup Of Coffee




Don't say...you cannot find live music in the burbs.




Where do ya go when ya need a music stand for the local weekend orchestra ?




"Anamato" at Red Hill (in the same block as the groovy hippy Nepalese shop) is a very good start.


We treated it as an outing, surrounded by violins and live music you can even get a cup of coffee.

Snuck Off To Blog


Don't say...you can't do 2 things at once.


As things slowly return to normal we found ourselves in a game of "Dinner-opoly".


X had been hounding me to play coz no one else would play with him...and I seriously just couldn't find the wherewithall to do it...so I compromised by saying I'd play at the kitchen bench while I made dinner.


Suddenly, they all emerged keen to play and I strategically postioned G to play on my behalf...dinner is ready and I have even snuck off to blog.

JUGGLE-STICKS




Don't say...drop it.




Sometimes life is freaky...




Jenni arrived yesterday with juggle-sticks and we had never seen them before but they created hours of back-deck fun.




Then, today we journeyed into GOMA for the Optimism exhibition...so, the first thing we saw were.....JUGGLE-STICKS !!!

My Own Family




Don't say...we are millionaires.


My reward was a cuddle with Ivy.


Just arrived back from a quick trip up to Broadbeach to collect family that are visiting for a few days on their way down south.


The Big B had a 3rd floor unit at "S*x Mansions" for over 25 years at the northern end of Hedges Avenue (aka "Millionaire's Row")...sadly, the millionaire's section stops dramatically & undeniably about 50 metres south.
I spent "Schoolies" week there, had many years of end-of-year College holidays and then years later took my own family.




Never Disappoints


Don't say...you have to wait forever.


We never had this board game growing up and I always wanted it...given that we had medical people in the family it's strange.


Tonight, J & Chemistgirl dropped by to visit and presented us with Christmas gifts galore...including Operation.


Just like the Phuk Deli, their visit never disappoints.

Lamb Chops & Mash



Don't say...you cannot be a guest star.





I didn't set out to feature guest stars this week...but seems I am on a roll.





Raise your hand if you want a turn.



Why the stoney silence ?


Here's Porly...Uncle, brother, friend, technology guru, TV and quality wine provider, Godfather...can I also assure you that I had his absolute consent before taking his photo whilst eating his lamb chops and mash.

How Very Dare They ?







Don't say...blog-face.




Eaten out twice, same venue, same week...but I am NOT complaining.



A family gathering seems to have become the conduit for someone cheeky to pose with a "Blog" face to pay-out on me.


How very dare they !

Really Weird Stuff


Don't say...weird.


"Blog me !" he says.


"Why ?"


"Coz I take all your blog photos..." was the firm reply. (and may I say, a complete exaggeration!)


I am sacrificing plenty of my own deeply rivetting topics to assent to his request - for example, the 3 ceilings fans I bought this morning, the painting I completed at Big B's, the nachos we had for lunch, my failed attempt at a Nanna-Nap and so much more...


So here is E posing with camera for his own starring entry in the blog.


"I take lots of Dad's blog photos. Sometimes it's really annoying because it's of really weird stuff."

Hands and Knees


Don't say...turn a blind eye.


Who regularly scrubs their skirting boards ? Who ?


Not me.

But, we are on the cusp of a re-configuration of the lounge room and one has to address the walls and skirting boards at some point, no ?

So, before we moved anything permanently I got down on me hands and knees...


Crushed Concrete


Don't say...things grow.


This didn't happen over-night.


Sometimes you just cannot SEE what is infront of you. Every day I willed the yellow capsicums, carrots, zucchini and rocket to grow.

Took this photo tonight...I can clearly SEE how successful my vegie garden has been.


Pity that I used special FREE soil from my Dad's place and have now realised that it was in fact, crushed concrete.


Champagne




Don't say...you cannot be a brides-boy.



Kareny and Billy are here from afar for some overnight fun.
I was Kareny's male bridesmaid.

Before that we taught together in Thargomindah back in 1989.
Also, interestingly, it's Kareny's car that is parked out the front of our house in Google Street Maps.

It is great to have Kareny and her son, Billy here to meet the Little Blessin'.
Crikey, Is that the time ? Better have some champagne.

Tied Up With String











Don't say...it's gonna be dull.
This arvie was meant to be a quiet one...

1. I decided to mow the acerage with the electric mower - yes, you plug it in - stop laughing.

2. Chanced upon G-Brian and played with his huge magnifying lens.

3. Painted the initials of his grandchildren on adult wine glasses as instructed - with no explanation given or requested.
(squeezed in dinner at the Tavern)

4. Went home with the "Shingle Ingle" cake tied up with string.

Italian


Don't say...you always have to cook.


I shouted "Italian".

Flume Ride


Don't say...badgering doesn't work.


"Germside" Splash was the winner of the Turban Tour and we took Leesy back there today.

The warm-water-lovin'-Leesy was very reluctant to change into her togs - you can imagine I didn't badger her about it...ultimately, I had my way...as is my want.


The ever-so dubious Leesy takes to the slides, wont get off and I'm left holdin' the baby.


Here is a perfectly timed action shot of Leesy popping out on the flume ride.

Don't Say Don't


Don't say...Don't.


I don't mean to pounce.


But, that's exactly what I inadvertently did to Essie.


We had a catch up with Essie (of http://www.frollop.com fame) today at our place...while she was here I asked her to help me upload my new header for the blog....I made something that I thought better described "Don't Say Don't".






Thinking




Don't say...arrgghh!


After the first photo, I worked hard to get the second.
I wonder what the Little Blessin' was thinking ???

Got Home




Don't say...I'm not 18.


A family 18th birthday party today in New Farm Park....NO, not mine. Although I do understand why you might wonder.

I have never had an outing there so even finding it was a fluke (given that I didn't look at the Referdex)...there was, however a considerable lack of support for my surprisingly good navigation skills.

Walked past the hip and happening Watt Restaurant - where friends had been but we had never seen.
That's Sunday arvo...we even snuck in a short Nanna-nap when we got home.

Off I Went


Don't say...you have to 'feel' like it.


Waiting until I 'feel' like exercising is a flawed concept.


I had my new exercise shorts (with the sporty in-built mesh underwear), Ipod, new camera and an opening in the schedule but I sat there lookin' at Leesy saying " I should go, shouldn't I ? Do you think I should ?".


Finally I put aside the 'not feeling like it' and off I went.

Can't Ya ?


Don't say...he's still got the bouffant.


"I'm back !" I called out as I arrived home from my haircut.


Upon gazing at the vision infront of her and much to my dismay Leesy says - "Did you get one ?".


I then immediately called out to Eli to come and please take a photo of my haircut...He walks into the room and says "What haircut ?".


You can tell that the bouffant has gone, can't ya ?


Her Attention




Don't say...it's not my turn.




Leesy and Ivy are finally home.

Even though I had texted and spoken to Leesy numerous times every day - I had a lot of incidental stories to tell...so, on the trip home I was competing wildly with the other 4 for her attention.


Operating Manual

by Damo 2 damo-ments


Don't say...flip the switch !


Trouble is, I am scared.


I connected the new dishwasher early yesterday BUT am too nervous to set it off.


As a result we have continued to handwash everything....which is, apparently, a good thing as two personages have pointed out to me that the kids SHOULD be hand washing the dishes more often than they currently do. The cheeky suggestion is that the dishwasher would have lasted longer if we were using it less.

Hmmm.

Spoke to Leesy looking for the courage to set it off - she said it didn't really matter what happened as the Insurance company have already agreed to replace the floorboards owing to the storm damage.

I am thinking maybe I'll resort to reading the operating manuel.

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