Olympic Calibre Teenage Sit/ In the genes....

January 7 2010
Introducing the Australian Olympic competitors in the sport of Teenage Sit.

Matt is on the left, Kit is on the right. Neither of them knew I had the camera, or even noticed when I took this photo. All I can figure is that after being mates since they were weeks old, they've got some kind of psychic deal going on.....either that or possibly they're performing some weird DS related exercise ritual, heehee. The funniest bit is that Matt is right handed, and Kit is a total lefty, although I didn't realise it affected your legs, too. Must be a gene thing.

Confessions of a closet leadfoot

January 4th 2010

Seeing me in my day-to-day persona of tribal mother, working woman and sensible multipurpose Tarago driver, you might not realise that buried underneath my mild mannered exterior beats a fuel injected V8. I have recently come to a greater understanding about this part of my makeup thanks to Messrs Clarkson, May and Hammond. After looking for something ease the mind numbing boredom of Boxing Day, I stumbled across the Top Gear marathon on the discovery channel, and I knew instantly that I had found my spiritual home. I watched enthralled as Clarkson et al drove semitrailers through brick walls at high speed, road tested american muscle cars and attempted to drive from Basel to Blackpool (Switzerland to the West Coast of England) on a single tank of fuel. I tallied times for "Star in a reasonably priced car" as if the future of the planet was balanced on whether Michael Parkinson or Kevin McLeod had the faster lap time. I was in my happy place, complete with diesel fumes and all leather upholstery. Until the next day, when FF refused to let me ripsnort the 'Rago round the back end of the Target carpark to see if I could match the Stig's lap time in a Lotus Elise. Guess it's a chick thing.

No Bitching / Brain Related RSI

January 3rd 2010
Welcome to twentyten. Hope you're really enjoying it....and if you're not, for God's sake don't tell anyone or you'll end up with rheumatic wrists and RSI of the frontal lobe. All thanks to this....



Apparantly it's the latest thing in world peace, conveniently packaged to fit on your wrist and remind you (in the nicest possible way, of course) not to be a total snark. They were handed out at church this morning, and I was quite taken with the whole idea until I realised that I am personally responsible for setting new world levels in snarkiness. A prime example being when I gave Kit the eyeball of death while still in church for snapping his anti-snark band in two while trying to fit it over his size 37 foot so he could wear it as an anklet. Apparantly there are no mitigating circumstances with the Purple People. Which brings me to the RSI part....every time you bitch about something, you have to move the bracelet from one wrist to the other. Thus saving the Future Physiotherapists of Australia from having to fundraise EVER AGAIN. (pause while she switches wrists) It's gonna be a long year....

Happy Birthday/ Double Digit

January 2nd 2010


Well, it's finally arrived...my baby is in double digits. Hard to believe when you look at this picture, he's still got a total baby face. We'll be going out to lunch to celebrate, and then tonight he gets to christen his present....a TV and foxtel hookup in his bedroom, so he won't feel the need to start the night off with me, lol. He says he likes my room 'cos I'm in there.....I think it's more about the TV, but time will tell. It'll be a wrench for me....but the rule has always been, once you get to double digits, you start the night where you finish it. I.E.
in your own bed. I feel lonely already, sniff.

Twentyten and a life in focus.

At the end of 2009 I find myself still moving mostly in the right direction, although slower at times than I would like. I'm finally getting a grip on time as opposed to wasting it wondering why I'm not achieving whatever I'm aiming for. Sometimes it's more about moving rather than the direction you're going. Sometimes a step(or three) backwards helps you work out how you got off course in the first place. I have moved forward in patience and perseverence, backwards in self control (although I am starting to regain some ground) and if there were medals for time management, I would so be on the podium!! I have mastered what seemed to be an impossible task back in October, and can now confidently manage both jobs without losing control of the home front or my mind. I'm also making slow but steady progress in photography, having completed several paid shoots and recieved very encouraging feedback from satisfied clients. So, I'm not really making resolutions for the New Year....except to keep walking the path I'm on.
What does Twentyten hold for you??

Classic

You are looking at a very happy camper. On Christmas morning, FF finally got to unveil the present he got me under our "unusual and interesting" pact.

....and here it is!!! This is the actual article....photographed by yours truly as soon as my hands stopped shaking.
It's a 2C Kodak JR in absolutely beautiful condition, and I LOVE LOVE LOVE it!! Partly because I crave anything remotely photographic, particularly older lenses and cameras, and a concertina lens has been at the top of my wish list for ever....but mostly because FF took the time to troll through ebay and track it down, complete with details of how to customise film in case I ever decide to use it. He doesn't get my camera obsession, (few people do) but he's willing to enable me, which gets him truckloads of brownie points and pole position on my top ten list of fave husbands. MWAH!!!
And to finish....a shot of yours truly and her new fave toy...

MERRY CHRISTMAS!!

Merry Christmas

Peace, love and blessings to you and yours xox

PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT

Attention Shoppers......In the spirit of Christmas and peace on Earth and yeah yeah whatever, I feel compelled to make the following announcement.

A certain nameless individual who didn't tell me something I really should have known about, regardless of whether I'd freak out or not, is in for a swift a** kicking and a couple of hard head knocks as soon as he re-enters Australian airspace. You know who you are. Be afraid....be very afraid. And for God's sake be careful and come back in one piece. Love you muchly, even though you SO don't deserve it. That is all.

UPDATE.....it's kinda hard to stay mad at someone when they ring you from Afghanistan to apologise for going in the first place. Love you bud xox

I could tell you...../Pimp me medieval.

but then I'd have to kill you. Providing I don't commit present-induced hari-kiri in the meantime. FF and I had this idea that we would compete to see who could buy the most original gift this year. Himself went straight out, did something, and voila, several days later a mystery package arrives on my doorstep containing said very original gift about which I am completely clueless. Sounds easy doesn't it?? NOT if you are giving to FF.....the only thing that I've heard him even mention offhandedly has been the headgear worn by Giles Coran in an episode of the Supersizers. Ever tried to make an Elizabethan Tall hat using a bad photo of Giles with part of his head obscured by Sue Perkins as a reference point?? Not the easiest of tasks, let me assure you. Fortunately, the mother of all mothers has come to the party and is currently turning a very pimp-like trilby from K mart into the cream of medieval millinery. Or at least that's what's supposed to happen. The final countdown is approaching and if things don't go according to plan, FF will be attending Christmas Day service at St Marks wearing a picture of Giles Coran, partially obscured by Sue Perkins. Not the vision I was hoping for. Bah Humbug, anyone??

Turning Ten

What happened.....



to my baby??
I'm so not ready for the whole double digit deal with second son. It was hard enough the first time. This time I can see tears. Mine, not his. His whole life has been one long investigation with me following behind sniffling every time he reached another milestone. I cried when he got too big for the sling. I cried when he got his hair cut. Not that you'd know he'd ever had a haircut in these pics. My son, Rapunzel. Sigh. And now he's about to hit double digits. Most of me is proud and happy. But a little part is crying. Softly. Wouldn't want to embarrass him now he's all grown.

Dear Santa.....

Ok, I've managed to narrow it down.....into things I would like and may actually recieve, and things I would kill for, but have no chance of getting. Which is where you come in, Fat Man.......





and in the no chance department.....




PRETTY PLEASE?????