But where are we going to put it all?
31 August 2007, 19:13
Kinki second-guesses her decision to take the third big prize ...
It seemed like a good idea at the time. Snazzy Yamaha Home Theatre System with sub-woofer(s) and enough speakers to, literally, wake the dead.
Kinki of course, forgot she only has a little single-fronted Edwardian and nowhere to put all the snaz.
Scout shares her pain. At least she’ll get all the boxes…
Permanent Link | Comments [1]Just like old times
30 August 2007, 09:20
Get the whiff of Spring in the air. 20 degrees plus, the 15 cherry blossoms on our street (yes, sadly, I counted them) as well as the countless ume blossoms in front yards are all in bloom and starting to scatter their petals on the pavement.
Scout’s creche is at the end of our street so it’s a beautiful walk at this time of year. We even have two cherry trees in our backyard, which are a little on the skimpy side, but I’ll give them a couple more years. I did manage to capture the mood of the tree though…
Scout has been cho delightful lately. She chats all day (not much advancement on intelligible words though), hosts extensive tea parties with Teddy and friends (one phrase she has is “da ta tea” which we think means “cup of tea”) and scoots about on her Disney car. She may not be talking yet but her confidence physically astounds me every day. And she’s quite happy to bang on about her feats on her own blog ...
She’s become genuinely helpful as well - she helped me weed the garden the other day (until she started eating the dandelions) and assisted daddy with the onerous task of raking the front lawn. She wipes her own nose and can even get herself into her pram with the brakes off. Wish she could change her own nappy though.
Some of her favourite things:
- Teddy
- a crappy Dora the Explorer doll for $10 at Safeway
- her Alphabet poster in her room. She sings the ABC song while pointing to the different letters.
- Figs and grapes
- her crayons
- her tea set
- Her books “Swim Little Wombat Swim” and “My First Alphabet”
- Her car phone. She chats on it whilst pushing her Disney car, despite being told she could get fined.
- Any music with a funky beat
- the mirror. Can’t imagine where she got that from.
Chalk Vs. Teddy
25 August 2007, 09:39
How does one wash a teddy exactly? The label says “Surface Wash Only” but “Deedee” really reeks. He is environmentally unsound, unhygienic and Scout shoves her gorgeous, yet snotty, face in him every day.
I dunked him a couple of days ago and have him on the clothes line airing, but he still stinks like the bottom of a budgie cage. Sigh. There’s no giving up Deedee though - she’d rather give up her parents…
Other Scout news? She is a delight. Her fave word now is “Uh-oh” but she says it like “Uh-oiye”. I swear to you she has never seen a Kath and Kim EVER. But how would I know? She has her own little secret life .
She has also never been particularly “girly” - we tend to dress her in a lot of navy and red, she has a shaggy head of hair (and refuses to wear clips or hairbands to control it), she’s into climbing and her mischief-posse at creche is made up of her and two little boys, so many people mistake her for a boy. I’m glad to report though, that she’s been doing the cutest, girliest little thing lately, when she’s hiding something. She hides something between her legs (ah so girly!) then when I ask where it is, she flashes her eyes and puts her hands to her chin as if to say “I don’t know, I’m only a cute little girl!” Oh. It’s wonderful.
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The ol’ “Temptation” prizes are slowly appearing - the Antler Luggage is divine - McG took the cabin roller to Sydney last weekend and got a few comments on it, including one couple on his flight who were practically drooling over the stitching. Others have commented to me that they were so glad I won luggage. Winning luggage must be a rite of passage for the of TV Game Show…
The Kitchenaid espresso machine (including grinder) is a work of art. We have by no means perfected our barista skills, but just looking at it is an orgasm for the eyes. It is fire engine red. Need I say more?
The cheque has come so we can now buy a new dishwasher (it has a high-pitched whine that can out-screech me on a premenstrual day) and fridge (which leaks and half the shelves/doors are broken). Oh happy day.
Yamaha were supposed to deliver the theatre system on Thursday, but did they show? Ahem, NON! I waited at home all frikkin day for them and nothing. And not even a phone call to announce they couldn’t get it for whatever reason. Poor customer service, people, very poor. I don’t care that it’s a prize and I didn’t actually pay for it with money. Oh, I paid, honey! Did you see my orange skin on the teev?
I actually have to fill out of form for Roses Only. Man, too much work, so I’ll get around to doing that one day.
And no love from the designer light shade. Your one month grace period is OVER people! Time to cough up ye goods…
Why 80-year olds shouldn't drive...
10 August 2007, 19:12
I’m cruising down Bell Street, a 4-lane, 70 kph main road in Melbourne’s inner northern suburbs. There are parked cars in the far left lane. I hate that far left lane ‘cos idiots cruise down it at 70kph, think ah shit, there are parked cars! and cut off whoever is thundering down the lane next to them. That’s what lead to my last bingle.
I’m in the second to far left lane and as I hit my 70 kph, spy a small car in the far left lane with its left indicator on. I assume he/she is going to park, but as I get closer, realise I can’t see a head in the driver’s seat. Little old lady, thinks I.
I slow to 60kph, and as I am about to pass, she (above assumption headily confirmed) decides to veer into my lane, with left indicator still on. I hit the brakes and thankfully miss her. Then a massive smack hits the back of my car and I see 4WD in rear view mirror. Expecting the worse, we examine the damage but not a skerrick. Surprised as shit as was massive smack with Toorak Truck. The silly old woman probably didn’t even 1) see me as she crossed lanes or 2) realise she’d caused an accident, as she was long gone.
I nearly dart up next lane to track down my mobile geriatric, but decide that my giving her a piece would probably give her a heart attack quicker than an accident would.
