Don't Say Don't

Don't say...I am NOT getting closer to my big camping trip.

Stage 1 - Acquire Tent.

Now what ?

Don't say...it wasn't long over-due.

Surely it was a good thing to have J and Chemistgirl (who has very envious hair) over for Italian.

When a 'teacher-type' personage reads a story, she does NOT approve of sentences starting with 'But'.

Don't say...I drank alone.

What would a Friday be without drinkies with Leesy and Sassafras ?

Don't say...I am not grateful.

Thursday night - dinner is fully pre-cooked AGAIN !

We also get a store-bought ice-cream for dessert.

Don't say..."Siblings" isn't yum !

Pthc4 arrived armed with 'viewing pleasures' and the obligitory noice droiy whoite woine.

Don't say...you have to de-cant the chips.

When we used to sit around in the Warrego Club we hit on this method for opening the packet so that it forms a bowl.

Yesterday arvo we had a drink out on the front-acreage. It's our Charleville-style Chip Packet Opening.

Don't say...you can't hear the angels singing.

I have been looking unsuccessfully for my Ipod since January.

This morning a group of us went for a short bushwalk and I mistakenly allowed a smaller personage to take some photos.

Of course, he slipped over and my camera hit a rock.

I muttered the whole way home about saying NO more often.

I dug out the camera manual as settings had changed and the lens wouldn't shut.

AND...

There it was - ALLELUIA !

Don't say...the 'punk-in' vine can stay.

With Alexander's help we removed same and re-claimed the back deck.

I hope you are impressed with our pathetic 'bountiful' harvest.

Don't say...rangas don't rule !

"J" posted some very cool photos of herself as a 'ranga'.

This has prompted me to dig deep and pull out my own archiva CARROT-TOP shot.

In my family there were always 3 'rangas' and 3 brown-haired children.

These days one of the red-heads is more 'salt and pepper' than ranga.

Don't say...the State Library doesn't have cool archival stuff all about our fair State.

I was really chuffed to find the original 1910 estate plans for the subdivision of the suburb where we grew up...I didn't know that King Edward visited and the "air was like champagne"...that explains everything.

Don't say...Anotherj shouted morning tea AGAIN !

Met Anotherj at the 'Shingle Ingle' this morning.

Leesy was keen to buy some fruit and vege at the Farmers Markets just outside.

After asking him to explain the concept of non-wool growing sheep and purchasing 2kgs of his lamb sausages Leesy got a photo with Farmer Dave.

Don't say...you get pumpkins.

You might recall me telling you some weeks ago about the disappointing pumpkins on the vine.

We decided to let it grow without constraint to allow some bigger ones a chance to burst forth.

Now, almost the entire back deck is covered with the bl**dy thing - still NO "PUNKINS" (as X would say)....it's time for the chop !

Don't say...wet weather can stop me.

It's not that I think I am too posh to camp out in a tent...I have always run a mile if anyone ever suggested it.

The truth is that I detest the setting up and packing/cleaning up.

BUT...

On the 'compulsory' bush walk this morning I decided I AM gonna go camping IN A TENT ! Stay tuned.

I excitedly revealed this plan to Leesy J when I got home....and she simply smiled and raised an eye-brow.

Don't say...we are not Holy.

Easter Sunday meant the food-train starting officially for the Little Blessin'....then it was off to the Holy Easter Mass.

As we entered the Church 10 minutes early I thought "I hope noone asks me to do a job"...of course, given the Law of Attraction I was tapped on the shoulder for the Collection.

Don't say...puncture wounds heal quickly.

Picked up poor Reggie from the Vets this morning after her 2 night sleep-over.

I hope this event has taught her not to square up to very large dogs with very big sharp fangs.

Don't say...Wally isn't the King.

I've got my Blogger-in-Training here beside me and I will enter whatever he tell me....so here goes.

This is a picture of me and Mum and Ivy infront of the Golden Statue of Wally Lewis last night. The statue was made before the series decider in State of Origin and it was brought up onto the stage after Wally Lewis held up the Shield. Wally Lewis is often referred to as the Emperor of Lang Park.

Don't say...a translator isn't handy.

Leesy J and I took the 10 year old out to dinner by himself.

We had booked the Brekkie Creek but upon his request changed it to the small restaurant at Suncorp Stadium.

We sat down and before opening the menu told him that he could choose whatever he wanted - no rules, no restrictions tonight.

Trouble was, we discovered that it was a fine authentic Italian Restaurant - you know - Pasquetta, Scottadito Rosticciana, Lo Stufato Dell Adriana where deer, rabbit, persimmons and prosciutto abound.

Don't say...oil splatters are fun to clean up.

Am I the only personage who puts newspaper around the frying pan ?

Don't say...you can't add some religious razzle dazzle to the tuckshop menu.

Jesus is omni-present dontcha think ?

He can even be found hiding in today's Meal Deal.

Don't say...matching.

This collection of TWIN MOMENTS makes me certain that if I was ever to have twins (which will NOT as we are absolutely NOT having anymore children) I would never dress them alike.

Don't say..you can't feel happy & tired at the same time.

That was me today after a Sunday night feast at the Generous Hostess' place...a banquet with all my fave things to eat.

Their beautiful pedigree pooch jumped up and barked loudly BUT as much as I put on a brave face I think I did let out a little boy squeal.