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She thinks therefore she is...a geek

A ten year old not a million miles away from me just listed her hobbies as (1) reading and (2) thinking.  And with that, the level on the geekometer -- already dangerously high -- shot up a few more notches.  Someone get that kid a Bratz doll, STAT.

Kidding.

But seriously. Recreational thinking? I could get on board with that.  And if I do, then when I'm at work, I should not be thinking.  Thinking is something I should be doing in my own time. Because damnit, I'm not getting paid to think.

Gung Hei Fat Choy*

So apparently I can post every day for a month but thereafter? Not much at all.

Resolutionary:

1. Do more stuff.

The girls came back last night from a holiday on the Gold Coast. They came bearing gifts:

1. A Sylvester toy from Movieworld.

2. Bohemian soap and Flosty Gritter from Lush.

3. Rosamor perfume by Oscar de la Renta.

There was a proud moment as I realised that in shopping terms, I have nothing more to teach them.

* I realise it is not yet Chinese New Year. I just like the way Gung Hei Fat Choy rolls off the tongue. Or keyboard.

Isn't she lovely...

Quin's puppet
Originally uploaded by bullywoolly.

Isn't she wonderful?

Quin has been working on her at school for the last few months, but tonight was the first time I'd seen her. I think she is fabulous. I am trying to convince Quin to leave her perched where she is in the living room, so I can pretend she is mine, mine all mine.

I have fallen in love.

A tale of goat woe

While the photo in my last post lifted my heart, what I saw from my lounge window this afternoon nearly gave me heart failure.  Number one goat had Houdini-d herself from confinement and was sampling my vegetable patch.  Fortunately my screaming and wildly flailing arms distracted her enough to immediately stop her chomping, but it took a good ten minutes of us dancing around the vege patch until I managed to get her around the neck and wrangle her back to where she was supposed to be.

While she had a couple of futile snaps at the corn while playing cat and mouse with me, luckily what she seemed more interested in were the broccoli leaves rather than the broccoli itself.  Bitch won't be getting those as a special treat in a while.

Maybe. 

We'll talk about it in the morning.

Aww

Originally uploaded by bullywoolly.

This is what I saw when I opened my kitchen blinds this morning. It lifted my heart more than just a little.

Good job it's no-one's birthday today

Because I would have forgotten it.

For the last 30 days I have been convinced that November ended on a Friday i.e. tomorrow i.e. the day that is actually the 1st day of December.  But November ends today! As in on Thursday November 30th! What that means, and what I just realised when I looked at my little typepad calendar thing, is that way down here at the bottom of the southern hemisphere, the NaBloPoMo challenge is over. And I did it. Yay!

NaBloPoMo, we've had a great month. Apart from a few problems early in our relationship, when we didn't really understand what made each other tick, on the whole we've gotten along swimmingly. And while there were times when the internet tried to come between us, we stood our ground.

Looks like we made it
Or I thought so, till today
Until you were there
everywhere
And all I could taste was love
the way we made it

*sniff*

[NaNoWriMo -- I've still got your number. I'll give you a call next year].

It's not my party but I'll cry if I want to anyway because omg where am I going to put all the children?

Tomorrow after school approximately 15 children are expected to show up at our house for Quin and Tabitha's joint birthday party. Because their birthdays are both over the school holiday period, we usually have parties before school ends, otherwise everyone's at the beach, and there is no greater reason for feeling ripped off than when no one can come to your birthday party. Trust me. My birthday's 29 December. Oh no wait, there is a greater reason for feeling ripped off -- it's when your aunties and uncles give you one present on Christmas day and say "and that's for your birthday as well". Oh god, it's all coming back to me now. I can distinctly remember the day I realised -- it must have been the Christmas of 1975 -- that if my birthday was in November like my sister's, or August like my brother's, I'd actually get two presents per year per aunt and uncle. I had been robbed.

Anyway, back to the present. As in the here and now, not the gift. Tomorrow we are having this birthday party and where we are living is the perfect place for kids parties because of y'know, all the outdoors and stuff, and I have this huge list of games like dress-up relay, feed the monster, wrap your partner up in toilet paper (I know! We are crazy) etc etc. Then I woke up this morning to the sound of cyclone-y speed winds blowing the living daylights out of the outdoor sail.  So I checked the weather report and sure enough, the winds will continue over the weekend, but wait, there's more! There are showers forecasted for Friday and Saturday.

While I have plenty of space for millions of children outside, I have space inside for approximately 2.3 children. So I'm thinking maybe we'll play sardines?

You can dance, you can jive

Or you can jazz ballet. We got the official photographs from the concert.  Voila. Or Viola. Or whatever.

This is Quin.

And this is Tabitha.

Omg, they're dressed the same. They must be twins.

Now that the concert is a safe distance away in thank-god-that's-over-with land, I can look at the photos and think, awww, I'm glad they're doing it again next year.  Check in with me next November to see if that sentiment has been maintained.

Phoning it in for NaBloPoMo. No really, I am typing this on my I-mate. Electric fence woes strike again. I blame the neighbours. pfft. Fancy wanting to keep the stock in.

How do I bore thee? Let me count the ways.

You know how I said this blog didn't have a theme? I changed my mind. The theme of this blog is "how much I like living in the country -- stay a while and let me bore you with stories of how many pea pods I picked today and don't even get me started on the strawberries".

Five. That's how many strawberries I picked today.  And when you take five strawberries and quarter them and divide that number by three(ish) that equates to three residents of this house feeling pretty satisfied with their lot in life. We're easily pleased, all of us.

Combine that with a lovely sunny (albeit windy, but not tornado-y) evening, hence the opportunity to cut the grass after work, and it leads one (if that one is me) to the conclusion, as I haul the lawnmower up and down the bank, that this really is the life.   For reals. And then it got even better, because the neighbour from up the road came down on his tractor and asked me if I want to borrow some of his cows. Now, how many times would I have got that offer living in the city, huh?

Sadly I had to decline his offer, because I'd already taken up the offer of the next door neighbour to borrow some of his goats.  It's all about the sharing, out here in farm land.