Sunday, 19 October 2014

A picture's worth 1000 words … week 42 ...

A photo a day … every day … in 2014.

Day 285:  Kitchen shelves.

Day 286:  It could be an impressive storm front or it could be ARMAGEDDON … either way it's directly above our house!!

Day 287:  The sun will come out tomorrow …

Day 288:  Playing with my paints.

Day 289:  This boy.

Day 290:  Pottering with my pastels.

Day 291:  Eye to eye with a butterfly.

Sunday, 12 October 2014

A picture's worth 1000 words … week 41 ...

A photo a day … every day … in 2014.

Day 278:  Under construction.

Day 279:  Diamonds in the grass?

Day 280:  Butterfly.

Day 281:  Raindrops on roses …

Day 282:  Lady in the lavender.

Day 283:  It's Buster's birthday … and he's pretty chuffed about that!

Day 284:  Lounging lizard.

Wednesday, 8 October 2014

Master Fourteen gets updated ...

I've been quite industrious lately … which is so out of character that I just don't know who I am anymore.

It all started when I came to the realisation that Master 14 was living in a bedroom that had not changed one iota in the last ten years … and what was more than acceptable as a 4 year old … was no longer quite so suitable as a 14 year old.

So a major revamp was called for.

It was time to say "goodbye" to the kiddy toys … "so long" to the car track mat … and "farewell" to the teddies.

Now is the time to embrace the teenage retreat.

Yet another sign of how time is passing by … quickly … oh so quickly!

Here's a shot I'm pretty certain I snapped of him earlier this week??!!??


But I did leave a sneaky teddy or two in there … you just never know when you may need a teddy.

Sunday, 5 October 2014

A picture's worth 1000 words … week 40 ...

A photo a day … every day … in 2014.

Day 271:  The long road home.

Day 272:  MORE blossoms … I can't help it … spring keeps getting in my face.

Day 273:  This boy … in the evening light.

Day 274:  I may be unsophisticated … but tell me … is there anything better than a hot chip sandwich?

Day 275:  Just another glorious day in paradise.

Day 276:  I can see the man in the moon … can you?

Day 277:  This boy … in the afternoon sunshine.

Tuesday, 30 September 2014

That's the way the cookie crumbles ...

So we drove the 969.6 kilometres from home to Melbourne … with much hope and anticipation for a great game of footy and … hopefully … a win.

The weather was brilliant … which you don't always get in Melbourne … trust me.  I lived there for three years so I'm allowed to say that.

The boys were excited and filled with hopeful smiles.

But alas it was not to be.  We got neither a great game of footy nor a win.

Those smiles did not last long.

The Swans played poorly … less than poorly … and Hawthorn played spectacularly well … more than spectacularly well.  The result was obvious before the first quarter was over.  So well played Hawthorn … you deserved it.

The ground looked spectacular … and was close to capacity … 99,454 to be exact.

And out of all those people … those 99,454 people … we had the misfortune to be seated behind this one.

So I thought I would take this opportunity … to write him an open letter … just in case he happens to read this blog.  Who am I kidding I doubt he knows how to read … (oops did I say that out loud?)

Dear Mr 15,

Despite your frequent and vocal suggestions throughout the game, neither me nor my children have any intention of engaging in sexual relations with Buddy Franklin.  And in spite of your loud and constant recommendations that me and/or my children engage in sexual relations with the entire Sydney Swans team … I will also have to decline.  (Though if Brett Kirk still played I may be a little more tempted.)

Instead I will make a suggestion to you.  Your team played a fantastic game of football … they won the Grand Final.  This should make you happy, ecstatic even … it's a logical conclusion.  It should not inspire hate, vitriol and venom.  I suggest you take a good hard look at yourself, take a chill pill and smile.

Have a nice day.


Oh well … you win some … you lose some … good days … bad days … they all end the same.

Sunday, 28 September 2014

A picture's worth 1000 words … week 39 ...

A photo a day … every day … in 2014.

Day 264:  Blossoms and blue sky.

Day 265:  Meet Ewan McGregor.

Day 266:  The Banksia roses are blooming.

Day 267:  It's starting to look a lot like summer.

Day 268:  Stranded on the motorway in a hail storm … not fun!!

Day 269:  Road trippin'.

Day 270:  The MCG was looking good … but there was NOTHING pretty about what followed!

Wednesday, 24 September 2014

Cheer, cheer the red and the white ...

It's September … and in this house of football tragics that means the excitement of football finals.

Despite having been banned from attending any games earlier in the season … due to the uncanny coincidence that had the Sydney Swans losing every time I was there … I donned my lucky red shoes last Friday and headed off to the game.

Did I ever mention that once I stopped going to the games the Swans won 12 straight??  Just a coincidence I'm sure!?!?

But last Friday it was the Preliminary Final … and the winner would be straight into the Grand Final … so I took the chance that the power of my lucky red shoes was greater than the power of my jinxy hex and off I went.

And they won … easily.

So now ... the little issue of the Grand Final … which is held in Melbourne … which is a long way from home on the New South Wales Central Coast.  And let's not forget that Hubby has only just returned from three weeks overseas … where he went through a lot of money … and Grand Final tickets are EXPENSIVE.

But as I suspected all these "minor" issues are quickly forgotten by Hubby when his team is in the GRAND FINAL.

Tickets were sought … and obtained … the credit card is heaving under the weight … and we have a weekend road trip to endure enjoy!

Winners will be grinners … but it's going to be a loooooong trip home if we lose!!