Don't Say Don't

Don't say...it's gone !

You wont find a hint of bouffant after my extra short haircut today.

Don't say...male model.

Porly sent me this copy of a recent restaurant review - starring JJ.

Don't say...sold.

Juggling Open Day and the football round-robin was tricky but we survived.

Open Days remind me why I send my kids to the hippy school.

Surprisingly, both of my drawings sold (pictured bottom right) and the reason I am so pleased is that I am now officially on my way to buying a new camera.

Don't say...Day 2.

J and I worked hard to stay focused on Day 2 of our in-service.

I have an internal teacher-clock that cannot focus after 3pm.

Don't say...venue by the River.

Spent today at a seminar alongside a very focused and diligent old mate from the Ville.

I judge all seminars by their food.

Not a scone to be seen but otherwise, very impressive.

Don't say...unintentional bouffant.

"Why do you keep patting your hair down, Dad ?" they asked as I drove them to school this moring.

I am officially at war with a fast-growing bouffant.

Don't say...Wummer not Sprummer.

On Friday I suggested the season be called "Sprummer"...we completely bypassed spring so let's go with "Wummer".

Don't say...Da Vinci would be proud.

If you squint...do you think I could pass for the Mona Lisa ?

Don't say...Mi-Mi would be 109 years old today.

Mi-Mi was my paternal Grandmother - born 1900.

She lived to a respectable age of 93.

I visited her every holiday break when I was in Brizzy - on a few occasions in January 1994 I was able to take Leesy-J along.

I decided I was going to ask some delving questions on her early life....she told me the following.......

Mi-Mi (Marguerite or Rita) met Pa (Llewellyn or Lew) at Coolangatta on holiday with her friend from Gympie named Doris. Rita and Doris met up at a party and soon arrived a football team who had finished playing a game of Rugby. Pa was one of the boys in the football team that she sat across from at the table - quote "...and blow me if he didn't sit across from me !". As a result of this meeting, she had to say good-bye to Abe Hood (her boy-friend). Mi-Mi told us that she was well-provided for with money from her parents who owned 'hotels' (Corrigan Building in Gympie) so that they could go to the Jenolan Caves for their honeymoon.

Happy 109th Birthday Mi-Mi !

Don't say...sprummer.

Driving home this arvie I listened to the weather forecast on 612 as I always do.

If Monday reaches 33 degrees it will be the highest August temperature on record for 110 years.

Don't say...back on the job.

Ok, so NOW they start laying !?!

Don't say...camera is definitely deceased.

Here's a little shot from about 4 months ago.

I have never had a broken bone in my entire 23 years ! Have you ?

So for Xman to have a broken arm at 6 is just terrible and oh-so sad.

Fortuntely, it was just an elaborate role-play but at the time he seriously believed in the brokeness of his little arm.


PS - Anotherj turned up this arvie with his own camera for me to use until a brand new camera falls from the sky.

Don't say...bloody bum !

Crikey - I am really annoyed at myself.

My water bottle leaked into my camera.

After a couple of feeble attempts to get it going...it has completely shutdown. These things aren't worth getting fixed.

I am gonna have to depend on some recent photos until a solution presents itself.

Don't say...competition.

It's been ages since I was brave enough to put anything in an Art Show.

The school is holding an exhibition (took some explaining that there are NO winners) in 2 weeks.

I have done one picture...and am stalling on the second.

Don't say...rice square.

This realllllly made me hungry.

It's Asian fast food.

Don't say...apples in Brizzy.

If you recall the apple tree we gave Xman for his 6th birthday...you might be very surprised to see it flowering already.

I was.

Does this mean apples ?

Don't say...camp.

Another lonnnng school camp over.

The kids kept the list this time so that she would feel missed.

Don't say....big birds in cages, naked staues, stain glass, wrought iron

We don't catch up enough for lunch.

Went downtown and found this new kitsch & eclectic cafe built in an old church.

Don't say...X-man got a double whammy.

Some of the personages had school today despite the widespread holiday.

For the first time this year, we were both able to do the drop-off.

Don't say...it's green vest time.

Porly rescued the 'green vest' from the bin - setting his own challenge to wear it to work.

Unlike me, he received ONLY complimentary, supportive and positive comments.

Don't say...we STILL have chickens.

I resorted to placing this add in the Weekend Shopper.

I received NO phone calls.

For now, the 3 Chickens are safe.

Don't say...we over-indulged.

Setting a cracking pace we walked for over 2 hours without a break.

Any benefits from our walk were surely undone by the feast of minestroni, garlic bread, wine and fancy cupcakes.

Don't say...it started well.

I came downstairs and Leesy said "Oh, it's Happy Boy Friday ?".

Putting that behind me, I arrive at work to "Oh, you are really brave to wear that !"...I know exactly what she's thinking !

then,

"Wow, that's really bright." and again, she's trying to stop herself from calling me a p**fta.

My masculinity is eroded and I cannot wear it again.

Don't say...I am unfit...because it would be true.

Forced myself to go for a walk this arvie.

I have roped a few pals to repeat the Great Circumnavigation on Saturday.

Don't say...I'm a speed reader.

Overdue Library Notice came today for 'Ugly'.

Don't say...it happens every morning.

I come down the stairs in the morning.

It's then that I hear the name of my outfit for the day.

This morning started as "Oh, so it's Dirty Jeans Tuesday ?"... with a huff I went back upstairs and changed my jeans.

Some of the recent titles I have been given include :

Dress Down Friday

Cargo Pants Thursday

Monochromatic Monday