Who Deals With It ?


Don't say...arrgghhhh !


Dinner was done, I wasn't even gonna blog tonight and then this enormous reptile entered through the back door and freaked us all out.


When this kinda thing happens in your house...who deals with it ?

Smile


Don't say...slip, slop, slap.


To discover certain children hiding in the garage covered in sunscreen might have made me cranky...but today it made us all smile.

This Situation Is...


Don't say...good things happen to good people.


Heard some really really awful, unfair and unbelievably bad news today about someone generous and authentically 'real'.


This is the only picture that I can think of that describes what this situation is...


Drop Off


Don't say...you always get pumpkins.


Pumpkin vines spring up from time to time in everyone's garden.


Ours refuses to grow anything bigger than this...then they drop off.

Big B


Don't say...you have to cook every night.


Every day around 4.30pm I get myself organised to start dinner.


Today though, I am very grateful for this pre-cooked home-made roast meal courtesy of the Big B.

Tank


Don't say...ooops.


It wasn't until I was 2km's from work that I realised the petrol light was on...of course I left my credit card and wallet at home.


I wonder if anyone has ever put LESS fuel in the tank.

Baptism


Don't say...original sin.


I have decided that the mysterious coincidence of the '222' now relates to today...22nd of February - Ivy's baptism.


50th Birthday


Don't say...Rode Road is quicker.


Airport trip this arvie to pick up a special guest for the Little Blessin's baptism early tomorrow morning.
Also, it would have been my brother Brian's 50th birthday.

Gutter Poses







Don't say...gutters aren't fun.




Friday arvo and a big storm crossed our path on the drive home so we stopped to get 3 hot donuts.
A, E, B and Essie dropped by for champagne and gutter poses.

Off The Bus


Don't say...that this post is empty and meaningless.


These guys and me...we have a deep connection at the moment.


Deep.


As Anotherj would say "This is where you get off the bus".

Past Life



Don't say...you haven't been thinking it too.


It was a relief to see someone finally had the guts to say it out loud.



Today at work (and let me assure you that this is a true story) my boss stopped me in the hallway and said "I have been meaning to say to you that you always walk so straight and tall. You have great posture, in fact, are you sure you weren't a model in a past life ?".


New Zealand


Don't say...it's as big as a small country.


We have a large hole in our carpet upstairs - it grows a little bigger each week...it is in a major traffic area, the dog chews it and the cleaners suck up a bit each ime they vaccuum. They were even bold enough to suggest that it is time to get new carpet.


One of the personages here told me excitedly this morning that now it even looks like

New Zealand.

Kill For My Curls


Don't say...curls are pretty.
Had a quick coffee next door to where I used to cry as the hairdresser cut my hair (as a 4 year old) and then rub salt into the wound by saying that girls would kill for my curls.

B**bs


Don't say...what you are thinking.


I don't go looking for trouble....but sometimes I just don't think first.


Leesy spent many hours baking and decorating these delicious gluten-free cakes for G's big 8th birthday party today.


Last night, as she finally finished Leesy asked what I thought of the huge '8' cake...and well, I accidently said they looked like 'b**bs'.

VD's With Leesy


Don't say...you can't still make a card from a manilla folder.


It's VD today...in the most sanitary way...I am aware that it is a commercially motivated event, however - I like it...coz well...I know a lot of people have notched up a hell of a lot more VD's than me...but I am proud of my 17 VD's with Leesy.

Take-Away


Don't say...VD is not fun.


The Big B came over to be the 'horizontal visitor'.
Leesy and I took ourselves into town and had Indian take-away.

Special Moment

Don't say...it's always about teaching a man to fish.

Forgive me, it's late.

This link only runs for over one minute.

When Leesy showed it to me this morning I was completely confronted...but now that I can digest (excuse the pun) the impact of the publicity that her actions might bring...then maybe, just maybe it's a very special moment.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kM7kKJ1NbQA

What Anyone Else Had


Don't say...only the birthday girl gets a present.


White Chocolate ice-cream with Peanut M&M's...that was my present to myself at Cold Rock in honour of Gracie's birthday today.

This may be bad but I cannot really recall what anyone else had.

Pyjama Shirt


Don't say...you have to chuck it out.


Is it wrong to wear clothes that you have had for 20 years ?
This is a t-shirt I have from my 2nd year of teaching in 1988 in Thargomindah - it's my best pyjama shirt.

What The Shoppin' Is Like


Don't say...you cannot do a day trip to Byron.


I went to Byron Bay today...I bought locally made organic soap from this ramshackle Loveshack...but it wasn't really Byron, just Dayboro...in fact I have never been to Byron Bay...so I have no idea if this is what the shoppin' is like.

I Went Back


Don't say...you cannot go back.


I am one step closer to conquering my fear of goannas...


Startled by one HUGE goanna today on my "Cliff Young" shuffle around the reservoir...and yes, I did turn around and start running away...but this time, I went back.

Verdict


Don't say...she's not rockin' it.


After relaxing drinks at A's place we came home to Show 'n Tell.
Leesy went shoppin' for a hot baptism dress today.
Verdict ?

Fine By Me


Don't say...you have to love every pet.


Do you think there is anything particularly strange about housing your guinea-pigs on the footpath to chew down the lawn ?


Passers-by have often commented that we should be worried about them being stolen...and after the storms, the curbside collection guy asked "Is that for the dump too ?"...frankly, either option is fine by me.

Curry Favour


Don't say...such a thing !


As Rude Jude would say, "Can ya say that ?".


When I went to school, calling someone a 'crawler' was a really mean thing to say.

Can a baby have low self esteem or act in manner simply to impress and curry favour ?

Dontcha Know


Don't say...two isn't the number.


OMgord...on top of all that '2' action, yesterday was my 222nd post !!!! There's gotta be a hidden cosmic message here....but what ?
Here is the Little Blessin' a about 4.30pm this arvie...she's 16 weeks 4 days old...which is 114 days dontcha know.

What ?


Don't say...too many two's.


I know that you will surely find this amazing, spooky, surreal...I am exactly 2,222 weeks old today....plus...it's the 2nd day of the 2nd month....what does it all mean ? What ?

Could Be Wrong



Don't say...100 metres tall.



Anotherj gave me a Bunnings voucher and I bought two bamboo plants and planted them either side of the chair I built out the front.

A couple of pesonages have pointed out that I will regret it when they grow out of control.

I pretty much dismissed their advice thinking they were being overly cautious.

On my walk this morning, I jogged past a massive clump of bamboo and it occured to me that perhaps I could be wrong.

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