My seven year old just loves the school choir, she sings all the time. Sometimes I feel as if I’m in a musical because Claire will often sing her answer to me when I ask her a question. Then that triggers off my five year old to sing her conversational chit chat and before you know it everyone has broken out in song. Mind you Claire is the only one who can actually hold a tune so I sometimes wonder what the neighbours think about our little musicals. The other day Claire was heading into musical mode by repeating what my husband was saying, however she was singing it in a very melodramatic fashion. She then said “I’m going to sing Oprah for you daddy.” I couldn’t help but laugh at that, I then informed her that the word she was after was opera not Oprah!
When I first saw the above photo it reminded me of an incident involving my cat a few years back. You see my cat Sarah (R.I.P little honey) was the type of cat that would scratch you if you looked at her sideways. A swipe from Sarah was a common household occurrence, a love bite her specialty… if you were lucky she didn’t draw blood. She wasn’t afraid of much and on the day of the “incident” she certainly didn’t hesitate in her actions. You see, I was out in the front yard when I noticed the dog from around the corner wandering the street. I knew the dog was a guard dog but since “Shadow” was only a kelpie I wasn’t sure how vicious she was. Then I saw Sarah and my heart almost stopped dead. There she was hunched down, bum in the air getting ready to pounce…. at Shadow! Then the chase was on and it was quite a site indeed. Down the street ran Shadow with her tail between her legs and hot on her heels was Sarah showing no signs of slowing down. I yelled out for Sarah to stop and after two houses she did and thankfully Shadow continued on home. Things could have turned out very different if Shadow had of picked fight over flight.
I love movie nights in our house, the kids watch a movie in the bedroom and Luke and I watch a movie in the lounge room. No I’m not neglecting my kids, Saturday nights are family nights with popcorn and Andromeda. Movie nights are for the movies that the kids can’t watch for one reason or another. Last movie night Luke and I were discussing what to watch when he said “let’s compromise and watch something I want.” He was sick of my recent horror movie choices…. unusual wouldn’t you say? The man asking to watch something a little lighter? He pointed out that ALL of the last four movie nights were my choices. Those being: 28 Days Later, 1408, 28 Weeks Later and The Cave. Now I was pushing for the movie “Cloverfield”, yet another disaster/ horror type of film. We threw around a few movie titles but then (of course) we settled on ‘Cloverfield’. Yay… my pick again! With this settled I went to put the DVD in and that’s when I heard Luke’s laptop say “you’re a dirty old slut”. I looked over at Luke with his laptop and he said “what?” as if the laptop had a mind of it’s own. I wonder what his foul mouthed laptop will say next movie night when I pick… The Mist.
Yesterday my sister and I packed boxes for the local charity “Manna House”, a church run charity who provide grocery parcels for the needy in our local area. As we were packing the boxes I couldn’t help but notice that some of the items we were packing were beyond my own budgetary limits. For example here I was packing Libra tampons and pads into the boxes when at home my sanitary supply draw contains home brand tampons. Like my sister said “they fluff”… and yes they do but when you are on a budget home brand will do. I hope the recipients of these parcels appreciate their name brand tampons because the volunteer packers (yes that’s me) sure would!
My five year old surprised me a few weeks ago with her hidden stash. You see we had completely run out of sweets, no chocolate, no jelly beans, no licorice nothing! So while Luke and I were having our after lunch coffee (minus the sweets) Natalie trotted off to the play room and returned with a packet of chips. Claire looked at her sister with envy in her eyes and I simply couldn’t believe she had a secret stash. She surprised me again yesterday as she emerged from the playroom holding a party bag full of lollies. That particular party bag was at least two months old, obviously she was saving it for a rainy day so to speak. If I could her to manage money the way she manages sweets she’s going to be a rich young lady some day. Now if you don’t mind, I’m off to the playroom to search for sweets… I mean…clean up.
I was cleaning the bathroom and toilet the other day when I heard the music to “soup opera” come on. I ran to the lounge room (a short run I admit) because I didn’t want to miss out on the creative action. My nephew looked at me with my over sized yellow gloves and dripping sponge for a brief moment then resumed his TV stare. For the next two minutes I too had the TV stare as I enjoyed this fabulous show. Soup Opera will either give you nightmares of mutilated animals and kitchen utensils or you’ll enjoy it as a creative little piece of art that comes to life. Watch it and see how you go.
We have been hunting around for a bed lately and on one of our fruitless outings there just happened to be a Lifeline store in the complex. Being avid bargain hunters we popped in for a look… not for bed’s though…I like my beds new thank you very much! Books and toys, that’s our second hand treasure and on this particular day we sure did get a treasure. My five year old was smitten by a soft body baby doll with dummy but I thought she had enough dolls so was going to usher her along until I saw the label. Zapf Creations… she was holding a brand name doll that was priced at $1.50. Needless to say we bought that baby doll but Natalie now owes me for that purchase… she used credit via the Bank Of Mummy. When we got home she asked me to cut the tag of the doll… the Zapf Creations tag! My husband protested with “but think of the resale value - you can’t cut the tag off.” Natalie doesn’t care about labels and resale value, she has all the tags cut off her clothing and toys. So off came the tag and there went any hope my husband had of selling the toy later on.
I don’t remember signing a lease to rent an igloo but somehow I ended up in one. It’s 25 degrees Celsius outside but inside the house I’m freezing! I am wearing jeans, top, jacked and another heavier jacket over that. When we rented this house we thought it was great.. ok maybe not the mice or mold or tiny living areas or crappy kitchen or crappy bathroom… but at least it was cool inside when it was stinking hot outside. Little did we know that it was going to be an ice box in Winter!
Ken the handyman came around to finally finish the job he started three months ago. It was a quick and nasty patch up job just like all the other little jobs the real estate have had him do in this house. While I watched him paint over mould in our toilet be bent down… my eyes!!! Kens hairy fat arse crack was staring at me. I’m not talking a little bit of crack here I’m talking half his arse was hanging out! I really wish I hadn’t seen that, it made talking to him afterwards very difficult indeed. As he was talking to me my minds eye was picturing that unflattering image… Ken’s crack.
First of all I’d like to say that with all the human rights issues surrounding China I can’t believe they were actually allowed to host the Olympic games. I have heard the opinion that these games give China an opportunity to improve conditions since the world is watching them however this has not been the case. In fact I think the Olympics have caused more harm than good to the poor people of China. Slums have been knocked down and thousands of people left homeless because the government have been building stadiums etc. These people were not relocated or even fairly compensated they were simply thrown onto the streets. While the worlds athletes will stay in brand new accommodation for a short while, thousands of China’s people are now suffering for their comfort. That’s why I’m boycotting this years Olympic games. I don’t want to watch it, I don’t want to read about it and I certainly wont be purchasing any merchandise associated with this event. If the rest of the world can ignore the many human rights China breaks every day simply for the love of sport then I can ignore the games for the love of China’s suffering people!
