Don't Say Don't

Don't say...the word for 'fire' in spanish ?

We don't speak spanish...and that's why we (embarassingly) didn't come running at first.

Our brand new cleaning personage (who does not speak english) was ironing up a storm when real flames billowed from the ironing cord.

Don't say...another family meal at the Gypsy's Table at Maleny.

It's unique. The food is served by a real Gypsy.

I cannot be sure - but I don't think the Gypsy woman puts any 'Damiana' in the food.

Don't say...euphoric.

One of our favourite things to do in Maleny is to explore the HIPPY shops.

I couldn't resist purchasing this very very specially-named aphrodisiac !

Don't say...I need a break from the wildlife.

Our 5th week at the Farm Stay at Maleny ended with Colin James ice-cream.

I'm exhausted...but in a good way.

Don't say...HOLY CRAP !

Here's proof that I am not the only one freaked out by goannas...even the women off the land out west are uneasy.

However, the blog-pose, their proximity to it, wine in hand and smile in their eyes leaves me thinking that they are not nearly as scared as it might seem.

Don't say...no blogs for a week.

Everyone is hyped up about our week at the "House Farm".

We are going a day early...which means we have to go to Mass on Sunday but - that's a small price to pay.

Don't say...that miracles can't happen.

If you need proof then click on this link :

http://www.news.com.au/business/story/0,27753,25955202-462,00.html

BUT...

you may recall my issue with the new 'improved' Cadbury chocolate.

Seems WE were right...it's horrible.

They are gonna return to the old recipe and as soon as it hits the shelves I'll show my approval !

Don't say...Ikea.

Leesy and I agree that you can put anything you fancy in the trolley.

BUT...

When you get to the checkout you HAVE to put most of it back.

Don't say...they'll come in eventually, right ?

All 16 kids in the street play out the front most afternoons but...Monday's are tricky.

You see, I have learnt that on a Monday a certain someone in the street wants a lengthy oneway chat if she spots me.

Instead of getting them to come in for dinner, I ran back inside.

Don't say...a family gathering.

2 White dresses.

Real roses on a hair comb and a halo.

A special cake.

Holy Communion.

Confirmation.

and....

a really good arvo rest.

It wasn't torture.

Don't say...April 1974.

Gracie celebrates her First Holy Communion tomorrow morning bright and early at 8am Mass.

Don't say...Charlie and Eli.

Born days apart.

One lives in Western Australia.

One lives in Queensland.

After 7 years, still best mates.

Don't say...the world doesn't need more pearl farmers.

If you were to ask X what he wants to be when he grows up...he'd either say a pearl farmer or an artist.

Top photo is not staged.

Don't say...mother knows best.

They love it when I help with their homework.

Don't say...goose.

My work was disturbed today by the sound of a wild goose sqwarking.

I am really seriously scared of geese...they attack, they hiss and they are NOT afraid.

Don't say... savoury and sweet.

This morning I tried an American Style brekkie.

All the normal hot stuff PLUS pancakes and maple syrup poured over everything.

The most important food groups are represented on that plate.

Don't say...creatures I do not like.

Call it a Scrub Turkey or a Bush Turkey...it doesn't make any difference to me....they are just TURKEYS !

I often comment to Leesy that they musn't be good eating coz you don't see them beside 'kangaroo' and 'emu' on the menu at posh restaurants.

Don't say...you recall what joggers on the electrical wire mean.

I noticed today at work that there is a second pair there.

If one pair mean 'drugs', then what do 2 pairs mean ?

Don't say...I have any camping gear.

Now that it's warm again...I cannot put off my earlier plans to go camping.

I'm a little bit unprepared but I am determined.

Don't say...the Big B has provided another HUGE Wednesday meal.

Should I feel a little guilty that the kind 80 year old bachelor still cooks for us ?

It's Meals On Wheels in reverse.

Don't say...Spring is here.

Here's an Ivy Update...just minutes ago.