Always distractions.
I know I am neglecting my blog. But apparently I am easily distracted.
Most recently, each time I sign in to this blog with the intention of writing, I get caught up reading a TOTALLY ADDICTIVE BLOG called: this battered suitcase. ( www.thisbatteredsuitcase.blogspot.com ) It is about travel in South East Asia, and she is alluring. Usually I read until I've caught up on this strangers' travels, then I find my small window of writing opportunity has passed.
Today, Cooks is being 'good' and I reckon I can squeeze out another 5 mins, so here goes....
I have been wanting to write something hilarious for AGES, but strangely, this city has me stumped.
Things aren't really funny in Watsons Bay. Well, maybe they are, but I keep missing them, either that or I've lost my sense of humour. ?
The whales: big & plentiful (but not funny).
The boats: floating (but not funny).
Work: tolerable (but SO not funny).
So sorry. Sorry for losing my sense of humour. But I WILL find it again.
We've got a month or so before our lives are turned upside down again, thing is, we aren't quite sure which direction we will be heading. We will either head north aboard Awaitea, or go and work in Asia somewhere, or travel in Asia, or go catamaran shopping. Somewhere. What we DO know, is that we're not ready to settle yet.
Fasten your seatbelts kids.
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Lady Muck's Erection.
Roo's school has a fantastic kitchen garden, and the school have been asking for a volunteer to create a girlfriend for their resident scarecrow, Malcolm.
I thought it would be a nice idea to leave a legacy in the form of a scarecrow, so put up my hand.
There began a scarecrow making frenzy. Of course it all happened with superhero speed, as once I start something I pretty much OBSESS about it until it's complete. Not good for my brain or my family for that matter. Good however, in this case, for Malcolm.
After several trips to the oppy for her garb, and to the hardware store so that my over engineering husband could create a frame which would withstand a cyclone, she sat, frighteningly, in our hallway, for a week, waiting for it to stop raining long enough to be able to enact her erection in the vegie patch.
She only spent a day or so in the hallway, as she freaked us out every time we caught her in our peripheral vision - nightmare causing stuff - the rest of the week, she lay, face down, in a corner of an unused room....
Anyway, she's up now. She's freaking out the kids in the kinder classes who overlook the vegie garden, and not us at home, which is a GOOD thing. She might however be a bit fancy for Malcolm.
Oh, and her name is Lady Muck. My clever sister Sam thought of that. Nice work Sam, although no-one here gets it... don't all husbands call their wives Lady Muck? Or is it just mine?
I thought it would be a nice idea to leave a legacy in the form of a scarecrow, so put up my hand.
There began a scarecrow making frenzy. Of course it all happened with superhero speed, as once I start something I pretty much OBSESS about it until it's complete. Not good for my brain or my family for that matter. Good however, in this case, for Malcolm.
After several trips to the oppy for her garb, and to the hardware store so that my over engineering husband could create a frame which would withstand a cyclone, she sat, frighteningly, in our hallway, for a week, waiting for it to stop raining long enough to be able to enact her erection in the vegie patch.
She only spent a day or so in the hallway, as she freaked us out every time we caught her in our peripheral vision - nightmare causing stuff - the rest of the week, she lay, face down, in a corner of an unused room....
Anyway, she's up now. She's freaking out the kids in the kinder classes who overlook the vegie garden, and not us at home, which is a GOOD thing. She might however be a bit fancy for Malcolm.
Oh, and her name is Lady Muck. My clever sister Sam thought of that. Nice work Sam, although no-one here gets it... don't all husbands call their wives Lady Muck? Or is it just mine?
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