Wednesday, February 27, 2008
When he came out of time out he claimed I had that look in my eye. So he removed himself from the situation to avoid Mt Vesuvius mid eruption (ummm apparently that would be me).
These baby browns apparently have 'a look'. Pity the look is not of the supermodel variety otherwise we would have hired help and I could have put my swollen tootsies up thus avoiding use of 'the look'.
Anyway off to the mirror to practice the look.... *evil laugh* the power I wield.
Just to add SH was helping but just not quick enough nor did he have his mind reading ability to pre empt my needs and wants tuned in...Keep up SH.
So anyway why do I blog. Mainly because I am extremely egotistical and I think that everyone will be intrigued by the day to day mundaneness (is that even a word?) of my life. I try not to blog the fact that I have vacuumed (though I have mentioned that Snr Hillbilly did with a pic to prove) just highlights, lowlights and funny little tidbits that I think you all really really must know about.
Also like Shannon I have never been very good at keeping a diary - even with several failed attempts under my belt (even a redundant blog) I set myself a mini challenge to keep it up. To keep us interested Shannon and I also try to set ourselves mini challenges (like Monday Memory) to keep us motivated.
Now who to tag now this is where the egotist in me sobs and self doubt kicks in as I am not really sure if I have regular readers so I shall 'tag' Superbonus Mothership and Emma as I am pretty sure that they check in on me but tagging them is like tagging your mum dad and sister. I wonder if I have other regular readers but I just don't know it?
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Its a case of cant live without them but hate with a passion the darn things.
Reasons why I hate thee....
- I often leave it in the car so I miss important calls or sms messages. (Sorry Kel I missed the all important arrival of Oliver)
- The battery is always flat and I can't find the charger or forget to pack it (Sorry Ren and H1)
- I am useless at sending a text (they frustrate me no end) - (Sorry to just everyone that I send one to - or don't as the case may be)
- I can never find the damn thing when I do hear it ring (again sorry to the general population who try to call me)
- It gives me a heart attack everytime it actually rings (is this a sign that I am getting old?)
- When it does ring - I sit and wonder whose phone is ringing, realising too little too late that it is actually mine.
- When I am out and about and need to use it I have left it at home.
- I hate people who talk really loud on them in public places.
- People who wander around in circles whilst talking on the mobile really annoy me too.
- When you are in a meeting and someone keeps taking calls - now that really pisses me off.
- People who constantly sms - are we losing the art of conversation?
- Young children who have mobile phones. What the fuck could they possibly need a mobile phone for?
- Teenagers sending themselves or their parents broke using them.
Now after reading all those whinges is it really the fault of the phone or is it really just me!!! I shall ponder that...
But most of all I hate the fact that I blame the phone when really I could use a normal telephone and directory assistance to make those all important phone calls.
Monday, February 25, 2008
Monday, February 18, 2008
Sunday, February 17, 2008
Friday, February 15, 2008
Yes it is true. The sad part is I think he knew I was trying to beat him as we were neck and neck for a while.
You know I felt great...oh for about 2 minutes till the reality of the poor old pensioners age actually kicked in.
I then had to go home and lay down to recover from the whole ordeal.
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Anyway this is a little challenge that Shannon and I have set for each other. Well my brilliant idea to keep us going with our blogs but Shannon has set the bar rather high with her memory so this could in actual fact be a real fizzer of an idea.
My memory for this week is a picture of me and my little brother - I think we must be around 7 and 4 and we are at my Nanny's house. The most poignant part of this picture for me is not the actual people but the the little room you can see at the rear of the house. This is where my brother and I would play for hours it was like a granny flat/family room but had its own entrance. We would play 'house' in there for hours.
We used to love going to my Nanny's place as she would play with us and I mean really play we had run of the house and we were only limited by our own imagination. Now my Nanny is Irish they immigrated in the 60's to Australia and she lived through 2 wars and a depression so to say she was a bit of a hoarder was an understatement. Her cupboards and drawers were like little treasure troves.
Looking at this photo evokes lots of little things, the wigs I used to brush for hours on end and spray with Taft hairspray, potato bread and soda bread (those with Irish heritage will know what I mean...yummmm) , baileys (not that I was drinking it at 7 but my nanny would have a wee sip of it on special occassions, playing cards and that really ugly gas heater she owned. Also the hedge that my brother and I used to love getting into with the big garden shears...now that I am a mother who in their right mind would give a 7 year old huge garden shears to play with.
So that regular readers is my memory for Monday
Sunday, February 10, 2008
This then followed with a...
" Mummy can you pick the boogers out please..."
So dutiful mother did..of course.
So what did you do on Saturday night....me I picked boogers!
Saturday, February 9, 2008
Friday, February 8, 2008
I know stupid hey but it makes me giggle like a naughty school girl.
A girlfriend just sent me an email stating she wanted to pash her boss....oh man I laughed.
What word makes you giggle?
Just to add she wanted to pash him in the gosh I am relieved to see him sense not I want to bonk his brains out sense....I think...hee hee
Now if you have ever visited the Hillbilly Household you will have been shown the first quilt that Emma made for Baby Hillbilly for her 1st Birthday.
I think if the house were to be engulfed by flames this is the first thing I would grab..no doubt I would have to run back into the flames to grab the kids....joking. But I do treasure this quilt immensely.
When I get home I will take a picture of this quilt to show you all...just in case you haven't been to my house.
Thursday, February 7, 2008
It was lovely to eat in the relative peace of a bustling cafe sans the kids.
Snr Hillbilly had a Cuban Sandwhich which I forgot to ask him how it was as I was too busy inhaling my own lunch it was just delicious.
I had the Bruschetta special which had on it rare roast beef, rocket, blue cheese, regiano, onion jam and mayo.
I now have approx 5 hours to make room for Chinese for dinner.
Happy Chinese New Year everyone!!!!
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
Conversation between Snr Hillbilly and myself last night...
SH: I think you are having a boy!
me: Oh really why do you say that?
SH: oh because...oh it doesn't matter...
Now I know Snr Hillbilly has a theory (he has heard it via his mother) that if you have a boy you carry it in the arse aka he was telling me my arse was huge.
Count to ten...calm blue ocean and all that shit...