Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Kirk is learning that babies cry and has been trying to keep Skye's dummy in place.
"She keeps spitting it out!"
"She doesn't HAVE to suck on it."
"But when she spits it out she cries!"
This Cheezburger cartoon says it all.
Sunday, December 27, 2009
Today we reached a maximum of 36.7 and a low of 36.3.
High pressure systems in the bladder and bowels created plenty of wet and dirty nappies and the occassional squall. A low in the great Australian bite ensured the continuation of sore nipples.
And while the UV (Ultra Visitation) rating today was very high, creating great conditions for games like Pass the Baby, the sun only emerged a few times during the day - mostly during feeding hours.
Expect a similar pattern tomorrow and for the the next month.
Friday, December 25, 2009
Mum says this is all I did as a baby but while she may have my early habits I appear to have lucked-out genetically once again. Currently she has a fine tonsure of dark hair, muddy blue eyes and long spindly limbs. Oh well...there'll never be any question of paternity.
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Sunday, December 20, 2009
My mum also arrived with the rain, bearing gifts which have made Kirk a very happy boy. She has also spoiled us with far too many presents! She will be here for a few days and will return home for xmas with my brother's family.
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Oh, I wish I'd looked after me feet,
And spotted the skin cracks beneath,
All my nails unhued,
And the open-toed shoes,
Oh, I wish I'd looked after me feet.
I wish I'd been that much more willin'
When rough around I was runnin '
To pass up barefootin,
From respect to me cloppers
And to buy proper shoes with me dollars.
When I think of the rocks I kicked,
And the foot creams unslicked,
Salt water, deep and shallow,
All those rough paths of gravel,
My conscience gets horribly pricked.
My Father he told me no end,
"Shoes and sox are a foot's best friend. "
I was young then, and careless,
My footsies were shoeless,
I never had much money to spend.
Oh I showed them the scourer all right,
I flashed it about late at night,
But scrapin' and scrubbin'
And pokin' and fussin'
Didn't seem worth the time... I could fight!
If I'd known I was paving the way,
To cracks, shame, and decay,
The murder of feeling
That uric-acid peeling
I'd have thrown all me thongs away.
So I lay in the pedicurist's chair,
And I gaze at her expression of despair,
And her sharp-bladed hoof knife,
Carves off those heels of strife,
While unbelieveing onlookers stare.
How I laughed at my Father's hard feet,
As he sanded them with relief,
But now comes the reckonin'
It's me they are beckonin'
Oh, I wish I'd looked after me feet.
Normally I would wear shoes and sox to work but this 40 degree summer brought a new fashion; elegant plastic sandals which I could wash beneath the hose. Moreover Kurgen conspired with the Callous Gods to eat every pair of house thongs forcing me into the moon-dust-on-baked-terracotta-yard barefoot HENCE my shamefull situation.
My sister could not stand their sight. She pushed $40 and a brochure into my hands crying, "Get thee to a pedicurist!".
The pedicurist was horrified for such feet are found only on farmers' shanks. I apologised profusely and she bravely activated the massage chair, filled the foot bath with water, grimly scoured and filed the nails, picked clean the cuticles, washed, massaged, carved, pummiced and moisturised the feet and THEN she painted my tonails!
It is a constant surprise to see clean, electric-blue toenails winking at me and reasonably smooth heels. They're not perfect yet but at least maintenance has begun.
Note to self: buy a hoof knife....
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Friday, December 11, 2009
Thursday, December 10, 2009
This is what we're doing...a few months ago Anita, tongue-in-cheek, emailed me one of those pseudoscience articles about all the things you can do with cucumbers (apart from the obvious ones). So over the last two days I have turned it into a series of 13 experiments to prove or disprove the claims. Here is the original article, which is not surprisingly on Snopes (DO read some of the more creative emails further down the page). Email me if you want a copy of the experiments. Remember they are aimed at a low science-literacy level to be attempted within a limited time by poorly behaved children.
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
The driver got out quickly and wandered around dazed once he determined there was no fuel leaking. Fortunately (or unfortunately?) the police were having their xmas party at the pub on that corner and attended immediately. (Un) Surprisingly the driver lost his job almost as quickly.
I showed the truck to Kirk and explained that this is what happens when you drive too fast. He seemed to be quite shaken so I hope I have not frightened a little boy who is already very cautious by nature.
There are 2 or 3 truck rollovers annually there. A couple of years ago a driver and his son were burned to death but how many accidents and petitions will it take before the government fixes the corner instead of just promises to fix it?
Saturday, December 5, 2009
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Kirk playing in the irrigation spray.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
This year, every girl managed to chose a dress which made the best of their assets. There was a good variety of colours, the styles were all flattering and nobody dressed like a bride for once! Hopefully I can get a group pic up here soon.
Monday, November 16, 2009
Saturday, November 14, 2009
On a bright note: Tiffany and Nigel marry today. My best wishes to them.
Monday, November 9, 2009
The key to the plot is not the typhoon but "...the financial difficulty of it, presenting also a human problem, [which] was solved by a mind much too simple to be perplexed by anything in the world except men's idle talk for which it was not adapted."
Characters surrounding the captain view him as a technically-able dullard, incapable of comprehending the little nuances and figures of speech within typical conversation. The character himself claims to not know what people talk about all day - surely they simply repeat everything time and time again.
When it occurs to him the barometer indicates a typhoon, his solution is to read a book on storms to extract advise. He rejects the advise on the basis it would put him two days behind schedule and hence not financially viable in spite of having a deck full of coolies. 2nd mate Jukes suggests the captain alters course - head into the swell - to make the coolies (and himself) more comfortable.
"I was thinking of our passengers, " he said, in the manner of a man clutching at a straw.Such a compartmental mind; if they are shipped in bulk - they must be cargo. It is so funny! I see this sort of thinking in my nephew and other literal minded people regularly and it pulls me up short, reminding me there are different world views I need to consider. Many teachers knock heads with such students and it is hard not to be offended by their perceptions. I just try to bear in mind that mine is not the only reality and sometimes their ownership of reality may be stronger than mine!
"Passengers?" wondered the Captain, gravely. "What passengers?"
"Why the Chinamen, sir," explained Jules , very sick of this conversation.
"The Chinamen! Why dn't you speak plainly? Couldn't tell what you means. Never heard a lot of coolies spoken of as passengers before. Passsengers indeed! What's come to you?"
Friday, November 6, 2009
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Our plan today was a morning of markets and a swimming lesson, then spend the afternoon at McIllwraith State School's 75th Jubilee Fair topped with dinner and a horse race at the Tirroan Social Club's Calcutta.
I clearly remember moving to the country to slow down but Gin Gin is busier than the Gold Coast. Last weekend there was the ESA Girls' Night In, Hockey Dinner, the mediaeval feast, Mt Perry Truck Pull and the markets were chokkas with stalls travelling to the Colliope monthly market. It may be a a small town but you never lack for entertainment once you have decided which of the 140 organisations you wish to join. It was once said you had to live in Gin Gin 20 years to enter the locals' clique but I have seen none of that. All you have to do here is join a club and your life will never be dull again!
Friday, October 30, 2009
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Upcoming SCA events: The new Hervey Bay household is planning a seafood dinner in the next couple of months and the members in Gladstone are throwing a pirate party. Garb is mandatory; anyone turning up as Capt. Jack Sparrow will be shot on sight.
Article of note: Education Qld has directed its teachers not to communicate with students online outside of the EQ email server. Mmm...we shall see how that one pans out...it's a big ask of country teachers.
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Today has been quite a circus with a friend's car breaking down outside and us about to leave with dogs to visit the vet. No worries - we just pile everyone in the car and drop them all where they want to go. Finally we arrived at the vet and Spook got a check up and his annual vaccinations while Kurgan was microchipped and nutted.
After lunch Kirk made our day. He put on every pair of underpants he owns and waddled around telling what a fat bum he had. Before I could find the camera he declared all these undies were hurting his willy and proceeded to strip them a layer at a time telling me about the colour and pattern on each pair.
Days are never dull here.
Saturday, October 17, 2009
In the mean time, Kurgan is showing all the right labrador traits. He has a basic retrieve instinct, his mouth is very soft and he relinquishes whatever he has readily. He offers his paw and can follow basic commands (although "Come!" could do with some work). Also I am surprised how tranquil he is; content to follow me around the house and flop at my feet until I am ready to play with him. I shall definitely be putting some time into this pup.
Friday, October 16, 2009
Nevertheless, I had some success today; I solved the bucket-eating dog problem (Note punctuation. This means Spooky EATS buckets, not the other way around...although that could be an interesting scenario). I bought 3 metal buckets which I trust to withstand the jaws of destruction. Kurgen merely likes to paddle in his drink like all good water-dogs do.
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Monday, October 12, 2009
Later: We have met on neutral territory, sniffed and carried on at each other. Pup would like to play but Spook isn't quite ready yet.
Next day: Kurgan has survived 24 hours and so far he seems to be quite a good dog. He slept well last night in the laundry and played all morning with Spooky. Lets see if he will sleep on the veranda tonight.
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Well, they're out of my hair for the day so I'm off to scrub, sand and paint the veranda posts in readiness for railings tomorrow...oooor maybe the garden needs a bit of attention first.
Later: When will I learn?! Small boys with paint brushes need to be watched very carefully. Luckily the dark, green, exterior paint scrubbed off the light, yellow, interior wall. Now we're off to the pub for dinner to celebrate Jordan's 16th birthday. I'm sooo glad not to be cooking tonight. Now let's see if I can get this paint off me.
Aside: You could tie yourself in some fantastic knots doing this sort of research. While browsing the Ig Nobel Awards I found the following award in 2000; Psychology - Presented to David Dunning of Cornell University and Justin Kreuger of the University of Illinois, for their modest report, "Unskilled and Unaware of It: How Difficulties in Recognizing One's Own Incompetence Lead to Inflated Self-Assessments".
Furthermore I am very impressed with the ladies this year who have invented a bra which converts to twin gas masks. I could use one of those when the highschool boys walk into class after sport.
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Mind you, I appreciate when people remove their roadkill so as not to create a hazard to traffic and cause collateral scavenger deaths. Thinking of roo roadkill ....how about a few recipes.
Oh the fun we are going to have when Chrispy arrives next fortnight.
Sean today has repaired the down-pipe which was damaged by the bobcat. YAY!! Better still, he converted it to a clean, dry aerial pipe instead of a stagnant, froggified underground pipe. Admittedly we SHOULD also install a first flush system but that can wait.
Friday, October 9, 2009
By Monday we should also have new iron railings around the verandas. The wooden verandah railings have been gradually disintigrating. Phil asked me what colour I wanted them. I replied, "Forest Green." He then asked, "What colour is that?"... OK - I get the point.
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Kirk went for his second day at preschool and arrived home complaining the teachers would not allow him to read any books! This is hard to believe because Amy read him a pile of books on his first day. Maybe what he means is, "nobody had time to read any books to him", or perhaps it means, "I didn't ask anyone to read me a book". Oh well, some days you get what you want and some days you don't. He'll learn that in time. Nevertheless, we can read as many as he wants tomorrow because we will be home.
Later we visited Rachel for a cuppa and to play with her daughter Jorja. They are 6 months apart but she is a clever girl and they play really well together - SO WELL that Kirk invited her for a sleep over. This was very charming but I don't think Jorja is quite ready for a sleepover.
Anyway, as I sign off I offer a U-Tube video from a sand artist. Mmm...maybe kirk would enjoy doing some sand art tomorrow. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=518XP8prwZo