I took Bubby in to town yesterday and we bumped into Daddy!! at the end of the grocery aisle. I love seeing him in public places when I’m not expecting too. His familiarity and gorgeousness takes my breath away. He’s like a big beautiful Adonis (if Greeks could have red hair). He’s majorly spunky in his work gear, makes my stomach do a flip flop just thinking about him. Luckily for me he thinks I’m a little spunk too.
He is about to make a change and is going to take a job offer as a boilermaker with the contractors of a huge Main Roads project here that runs for three years. The pay is comparable to mine work so he’s really keen to whack a lot of money on the house and block (I love saying that!). The hours are really long and he’ll be working eleven days on, three days off for eight months of the year. We’ll miss him heaps in the arvies, I really like his hours at the moment but he’s sick of the hierarchy bullsh*t that goes on where he is and being treated like an apprentice when he’s capable of so much more. He’s going to be doing heaps of interesting structural work and have heaps more challengers and job satisfaction if he changes. Plus they put away a percent of his wage and at the end of the contract he’ll get a big redundancy package.
We’ve got a wedding coming up on the 10th and I’ve been sending myself crazy trying to find a pair of navy coloured boots! Aughr!! Futile I tell you! Greg’s going to the buck’s party this Saturday night, I’m a little bit envious coz I haven’t been nightclubbing since the night I had implantation bleeding in the toilets at SoHo’s (I knew it!!). So he’s agreed to giving me a kid free Saturday morning to have another go – I’m going to check out the Pier this time and all the other atypical shoe shops I can find in the whole of Cairns!
Izzy’s Dad is flying up for a gig in Cooktown this weekend so we’ll be bringing him home with us on Sunday and he’s going to stay for a week before he goes back to Sydney. That and the show tomorrow night Izzy has a lot to look forward too!!
We bought a game of Scrabble to entertain ourselves during No TV Day. After winning the first game I planned on never letting anybody else win EVER! Greg currently beating me (the shame!!) but the game’s not over yet!
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
One
My littlest fella Anakin has turned one! He has had such a brilliant healthy and happy year. He’s a little giggly gurty, full of spunk and adventurousness. He’s smart and strong.
We had a Teddy Bear Picnic down at the park with just the close relies to celebrate. We ate and ate – savoury muffins, cheese and ham scrolls, marshmallows, cherry ripe slice, caramel tart, sponge cake… We blew bubbles and coloured-in. Anakin had an exciting time on the playground digging in the sand and watching the parachuters land on the beach. After the park we packed up and went to Nick’s (they sold their sprawling 200 thousand square meter house and now live packed into a two bedroom townhouse). Anakin absolutely beamed as he sat on the table with everyone singing him “Happy Birthday”. His bruss helped him blow out the candle, a coupla times.. Then we watched the digital photos Mum took in Europe, ate some more...drank more cuppas.
I was having this irrational phobia that he was going to hurt himself on his birthday and have to spend it with a big sore lump on his head or a black eye or something but it was one of those perfect days. (He did chip his tooth on the tow ball of his Uncle’s Jag, but it didn’t hurt!)
A year old and he has six teeth, weighs 10.5 kilos and is about 78 cms tall. He spots “birdies” from a half a mile away. (I was starting to think he just called everything “Birdie” but sure enough when I squint carefully in the direction he’s pointing there’s always one there on some tucked away branch at 60 paces.) His other favourite words are “Izzy” and “WhatzSa?” He’s done all his poos in the pot since he was about 4 months old and gets taken to the potty in the nighttime for his widdles too, so lots of dry nights starting to happen now.
He still sleeps with us and he still has the boobie all night long. I don’t think he’s going to give that up anytime soon! (He’s got this awful habit of working his way through my undergarments to get to my other nipple which he tweeks and pinches and yanks – it drives me nuts – it feels terrible and it hurts!! He thinks it gets the milk flowing faster but it tortures me. No matter how hard I clamp it down underneath my forearm or my hand he wriggles his fingers in there to get at it. It’s a wonder I can relax enough to have the milk let down at all!)
He needs bathing and changing so many times a day – he gets that grubby cruising around outside. I’ve gurnied and tidied up the carport so much that it doesn’t interest him anymore and he tries so hard to climb up the bank to the real shed. He loves his Dad and his Dad’s shed!He’s absolutely gorgeous!
He blows us away!
We had a Teddy Bear Picnic down at the park with just the close relies to celebrate. We ate and ate – savoury muffins, cheese and ham scrolls, marshmallows, cherry ripe slice, caramel tart, sponge cake… We blew bubbles and coloured-in. Anakin had an exciting time on the playground digging in the sand and watching the parachuters land on the beach. After the park we packed up and went to Nick’s (they sold their sprawling 200 thousand square meter house and now live packed into a two bedroom townhouse). Anakin absolutely beamed as he sat on the table with everyone singing him “Happy Birthday”. His bruss helped him blow out the candle, a coupla times.. Then we watched the digital photos Mum took in Europe, ate some more...drank more cuppas.
I was having this irrational phobia that he was going to hurt himself on his birthday and have to spend it with a big sore lump on his head or a black eye or something but it was one of those perfect days. (He did chip his tooth on the tow ball of his Uncle’s Jag, but it didn’t hurt!)
A year old and he has six teeth, weighs 10.5 kilos and is about 78 cms tall. He spots “birdies” from a half a mile away. (I was starting to think he just called everything “Birdie” but sure enough when I squint carefully in the direction he’s pointing there’s always one there on some tucked away branch at 60 paces.) His other favourite words are “Izzy” and “WhatzSa?” He’s done all his poos in the pot since he was about 4 months old and gets taken to the potty in the nighttime for his widdles too, so lots of dry nights starting to happen now.
He still sleeps with us and he still has the boobie all night long. I don’t think he’s going to give that up anytime soon! (He’s got this awful habit of working his way through my undergarments to get to my other nipple which he tweeks and pinches and yanks – it drives me nuts – it feels terrible and it hurts!! He thinks it gets the milk flowing faster but it tortures me. No matter how hard I clamp it down underneath my forearm or my hand he wriggles his fingers in there to get at it. It’s a wonder I can relax enough to have the milk let down at all!)
He needs bathing and changing so many times a day – he gets that grubby cruising around outside. I’ve gurnied and tidied up the carport so much that it doesn’t interest him anymore and he tries so hard to climb up the bank to the real shed. He loves his Dad and his Dad’s shed!He’s absolutely gorgeous!
He blows us away!
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
Not so Beautiful Mind
Yesterday morning I dreamt I was at: “The Kenny Everet Drink ‘til ya sh*t Yourself Party”. I have some pretty strange and sometimes sick dreams but the depravity of my subconscious astounded me with that one. I assure you…it did. (I know you’ll never think of me in the same light again.) I’ll spare you the details besides saying that, as usual these days, I was the only one not drinking.
Okay, just pause and try and get over that for a while now… I know it’s hard. Try being me!
The Kenny Everet Video Show is one of those shows I remember, that Greg doesn’t, because he’s such a bay-be! Along with The Greatest American Hero, The Young Ones, Bionic Women, I think he might have been around for the A-Team and Night Rider?? We are a whole generation apart! I’m like Alanis Morrisette “born in nineteen seventy-four”. Bloody good year that!
Well I wish the reason I haven’t been updating as often was because I was too busy on my piano, but the truth is I’ve only managed to figure out how to play the scale of C Major (Shut up!!!), wait for it, with both hands at the same time backwards and forwards. (Is that better?) Next I’ll tackle D major and then I’ll be paying all Nick Cave’s beautiful ballads and Ray Manzarek’s deadly solo’s.
Actually the weather has been so glorious that we have been spending heaps of time out in the yard. In comparison Anakin can’t stand it inside. He explores the whole yard – down to the skate ramp, over to the fruit trees, back up to the tramp, he rifles through the carport, gets pushed around on the mean machine, tries to squeeze the chickens, feeds all his snacks to Snoop…He’s getting a little bit better at leaving his hat on too.
Greg put up a basketball hoop in the shed on Saturday so naturally the place has been crawling with kids. Izzy starts basketball back up this coming weekend – He wants to name his team “And2’s”
I had a phonecall from an old work colleague the other night who is going to apply for a reduced workload next year. She asked if I would like to take her class one day a week! She’s getting on and wants to increase the amount of time she has off each year until she retires – so I like to think that by the time Anakin is old enough for prep I’ll have a full time job to step into. But I spose I shouldn’t really mention my putrid dream and the fact that I could be educating your children all in one entry!
Okay, just pause and try and get over that for a while now… I know it’s hard. Try being me!
The Kenny Everet Video Show is one of those shows I remember, that Greg doesn’t, because he’s such a bay-be! Along with The Greatest American Hero, The Young Ones, Bionic Women, I think he might have been around for the A-Team and Night Rider?? We are a whole generation apart! I’m like Alanis Morrisette “born in nineteen seventy-four”. Bloody good year that!
Well I wish the reason I haven’t been updating as often was because I was too busy on my piano, but the truth is I’ve only managed to figure out how to play the scale of C Major (Shut up!!!), wait for it, with both hands at the same time backwards and forwards. (Is that better?) Next I’ll tackle D major and then I’ll be paying all Nick Cave’s beautiful ballads and Ray Manzarek’s deadly solo’s.
Actually the weather has been so glorious that we have been spending heaps of time out in the yard. In comparison Anakin can’t stand it inside. He explores the whole yard – down to the skate ramp, over to the fruit trees, back up to the tramp, he rifles through the carport, gets pushed around on the mean machine, tries to squeeze the chickens, feeds all his snacks to Snoop…He’s getting a little bit better at leaving his hat on too.
Greg put up a basketball hoop in the shed on Saturday so naturally the place has been crawling with kids. Izzy starts basketball back up this coming weekend – He wants to name his team “And2’s”
I had a phonecall from an old work colleague the other night who is going to apply for a reduced workload next year. She asked if I would like to take her class one day a week! She’s getting on and wants to increase the amount of time she has off each year until she retires – so I like to think that by the time Anakin is old enough for prep I’ll have a full time job to step into. But I spose I shouldn’t really mention my putrid dream and the fact that I could be educating your children all in one entry!
Monday, July 9, 2007
Me, 33? Couldn't Be!
I am now 33! And if you don’t hear from me for a while it’s because I’m too busy learning how to play the Casio Keyboard that Greg bought me for my birthday yesterday while swanning around in my new kimono and eating chocolate covered goji berries.
Tuesday, July 3, 2007
Emo's, Just wrong
My 10 year old son has developed a major aversion towards those that dress up as “Emo’s”. I’m pretty open-minded but he thinks the chipped black nail polish, the skinny jeans, mascara, bad hair cuts and feigned depression is a joke. There’s a bunch of them floating around here and I’ve had to enforce restraint on him not to yell taunts from our passing vehicle. What a little sh*t.
He knows what he likes that’s for sure – he likes Bogans and he hates Emo’s.
He can’t talk, he’s a total fruitloop. At the skatepark yesterday him and his cousin ran around waxing up the rails and when the irritated skaters yelled at them to stop they just shouted back random things like “COFFEE BEAN!!” “ICE-CREAM!!!” They reminded me of Brick in Anchorman “LOUD NOISES!”Plus he made an open mockery of “The Bird and The Worm” in front of some definite black eye makeup, skinny jeans wearing types!
He’ll get his skull clunked one day.
He knows what he likes that’s for sure – he likes Bogans and he hates Emo’s.
He can’t talk, he’s a total fruitloop. At the skatepark yesterday him and his cousin ran around waxing up the rails and when the irritated skaters yelled at them to stop they just shouted back random things like “COFFEE BEAN!!” “ICE-CREAM!!!” They reminded me of Brick in Anchorman “LOUD NOISES!”Plus he made an open mockery of “The Bird and The Worm” in front of some definite black eye makeup, skinny jeans wearing types!
He’ll get his skull clunked one day.
Monday, July 2, 2007
Tempting Fate
To tell you the truth I felt a bit sh*t after writing that entry yesterday – serves me right for talking myself up like I’m some kinda hybrid human being that never gets sick. (But in truth, I am, a coupla deep breaths and I was fine…) I’m always tempting fate like that anyway – My sister tells me there’s the worst kind of bacteria on the surface of egg cartons and all over peanuts so I give one a lick in between bites of a peanut butter sandwich (not quite).
I was traumatized by an awful dream last night! It was so horrible, with a psychopathic serial killing carver. It was so full of blood and gore and horror which ended up being illustrated in this kid’s book with Lilo and Stitch-like characters that I was worried Bubby was going to be exposed to. I think it stemmed from my worry that Izzy is going to accidentally open the Saw movies Greg has on the hard drive – I keep threatening him that I’m going to delete them. I can’t believe any normal person would want to watch them anyway!! If I did I’d be damaged goods! I hate the fact that movies like that exist without the thought that people actually enjoy them! God, how mad are ya?
Anakin is adorable the way he mimics things to learn. He blows on his food and gets out a tissue to blow his nose on. He’s been talking on the telephone lately too and holds all the remotes to his ear for a yarn.
The chickens made it through the night and are chirping away happily in the sunshine. I found them a nice warm beanie to snuggle up with – worked a treat.
I was traumatized by an awful dream last night! It was so horrible, with a psychopathic serial killing carver. It was so full of blood and gore and horror which ended up being illustrated in this kid’s book with Lilo and Stitch-like characters that I was worried Bubby was going to be exposed to. I think it stemmed from my worry that Izzy is going to accidentally open the Saw movies Greg has on the hard drive – I keep threatening him that I’m going to delete them. I can’t believe any normal person would want to watch them anyway!! If I did I’d be damaged goods! I hate the fact that movies like that exist without the thought that people actually enjoy them! God, how mad are ya?
Anakin is adorable the way he mimics things to learn. He blows on his food and gets out a tissue to blow his nose on. He’s been talking on the telephone lately too and holds all the remotes to his ear for a yarn.
The chickens made it through the night and are chirping away happily in the sunshine. I found them a nice warm beanie to snuggle up with – worked a treat.
Sunday, July 1, 2007
Which Came First?
School holidays mean I don’t get too much time to myself to update my journal, only just enough time to check up on everyone else’s.
I finally got some sun today! Stripped off, rubbed on some coconut oil (the real stuff) and basked…God, how nice! (The glory of a two acre block is that you can find a little spot behind the fruit trees where noone can see you from the road.) With a House and Garden mag’ this time and a cup of yogurt instead of a cuppa tea. Glory be!
My mate from Wongetti Beach rode her Harley down for an overnight visit on Thursday. It was so good to see her and her DS, she’s such good value. We used to be walking buddies back when we both lived at Trinity Beach and the boys went to school together. She’s doing Digital Technologies at Uni these days and gave me a couple of tutorials on Adobe Photoshop – I’m yet to test how much of it actually sunk in – I’m feeling pretty thick these days! I wish she had of been doing Uni when I was – would’ve made life much more interesting – a couple of renegades together!
Everyone who comes to visit gets dragged for a look at the block and she was no exception! And how’s this? There was a For Sale sign on a neighbouring block similar size as ours and they are asking $69, 000 dollars MORE than what I got mine for! Gotta love it!! I’m so proud of myself for scoring the perfect bargain in the perfect spot! Can’t wait to get it slashed and start planting it out with lots of natives and fruit trees. It’s my birthday soon so you can get me a seedling if you like.
I bought the boys three little chickens at the markets this morning. They’re so tiny – I hope they’ll survive these cold nights! They’re rugged up in a patch of sunlight in the kitchen at the moment – they were in a bit of shock after the drive home but they’ve come to life now and had a big feed too. Here’s hoping they survive to adulthood and give us three eggs a day!
Greg has had some gastro complaint and has spent the last few days clutching his guts looking like Hugh Heffner creeping around in his dressing gown. He’s really living up to his pet name “Spook” – he’s as white as a ghost all right! I don’t make much of a nurse either – being so robust myself (shrugging off dengue fever in a day…fending off the flu with a dose of sunshine…squeezing out a 4 kilo baby in three hours… ) I don’t have much patience for sick people – their bloody useless! (God I’m nice!) I’ll have to endeavor to make him feel more looked after, poor soul. After all he always brings me water when I’m thirsting in our bed…
I finally got some sun today! Stripped off, rubbed on some coconut oil (the real stuff) and basked…God, how nice! (The glory of a two acre block is that you can find a little spot behind the fruit trees where noone can see you from the road.) With a House and Garden mag’ this time and a cup of yogurt instead of a cuppa tea. Glory be!
My mate from Wongetti Beach rode her Harley down for an overnight visit on Thursday. It was so good to see her and her DS, she’s such good value. We used to be walking buddies back when we both lived at Trinity Beach and the boys went to school together. She’s doing Digital Technologies at Uni these days and gave me a couple of tutorials on Adobe Photoshop – I’m yet to test how much of it actually sunk in – I’m feeling pretty thick these days! I wish she had of been doing Uni when I was – would’ve made life much more interesting – a couple of renegades together!
Everyone who comes to visit gets dragged for a look at the block and she was no exception! And how’s this? There was a For Sale sign on a neighbouring block similar size as ours and they are asking $69, 000 dollars MORE than what I got mine for! Gotta love it!! I’m so proud of myself for scoring the perfect bargain in the perfect spot! Can’t wait to get it slashed and start planting it out with lots of natives and fruit trees. It’s my birthday soon so you can get me a seedling if you like.
I bought the boys three little chickens at the markets this morning. They’re so tiny – I hope they’ll survive these cold nights! They’re rugged up in a patch of sunlight in the kitchen at the moment – they were in a bit of shock after the drive home but they’ve come to life now and had a big feed too. Here’s hoping they survive to adulthood and give us three eggs a day!
Greg has had some gastro complaint and has spent the last few days clutching his guts looking like Hugh Heffner creeping around in his dressing gown. He’s really living up to his pet name “Spook” – he’s as white as a ghost all right! I don’t make much of a nurse either – being so robust myself (shrugging off dengue fever in a day…fending off the flu with a dose of sunshine…squeezing out a 4 kilo baby in three hours… ) I don’t have much patience for sick people – their bloody useless! (God I’m nice!) I’ll have to endeavor to make him feel more looked after, poor soul. After all he always brings me water when I’m thirsting in our bed…
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