Freaky Friday

Good looking bunch, no??






Kit, Callum, Gabbie, Jade, Sam and Nick getting into the Halloween Spirit........

The Week That Was

So, another week closer to the end of school (not that I'm counting...) and another week closer to finally finishing my studio space which is languishing unloved and unpainted till the glass door man comes and does his stuff. I hate waiting.
I managed to roll my ankle on the crossing yesterday, which at the time was a 15 out of 10 on the pain factor, but has now evened out at a 6 1/2, complemented by a massive blue bruise and a lump the size of a lemon. It's times like this that you realise what a pain in the ass it is to drive a Tarago, 'cos the handbrake isn't a handbrake...it's a footbrake, which makes for serious driving issues even in an automatic. I got home OK yesterday, after Sebi crawled between my feet and released the (foot) hand brake, and I haven't had to drive anywhere today, so I'm hoping that another 24 hours will put me fully back on my feet, in time to work on Sunday. Sebi had his school camp yesterday, I was half excpecting a pick-me-up phone call (as in come and pick me up I wanna come home) but it never eventuated, so there's another 'first' we can tick off. Kit has his Halloween party tonight at his mate Gabbie's house, he's going as Death, complete with robe, mask and scythe. Delightful. Oh, and just as an added treat, the ginger cat presented me with half a lizard just after lunch. Now all I gotta do is find the other half. Yowza.

Workin' Mama /Kristian Unplugged

I'm finally starting to get the hang of the early starts, although as you can tell by the 'coke vs milk' incident, I'm still having the occasional mental lapse a-la sleep deprivation. But hey, work is work and by and large it's pretty good.
Unlike grade nine, which is driving me round the twist. Kit is pretty much on top of things for the most part, although he did manage to delete the only copy of his 1000 word SOSE assignment this afternoon, which led to much wailing and gnashing of teeth as he spent a fruitless hour trying to recover it before giving up and rewriting it....from memory, might I add. Scary child. The worst thing about high school homework is the way it takes over the entire house. We seem to exist in a constant bubble of frustration/exhaustion/aggravation that lasts for the duration of the assesment period. By the time the work gets handed in, we're all fit to collapse. The only thing that keeps me from going completely mad is the fact that at least he's not old enough to apply for a learners permit. That one'll finish me off. Yeesh.

STUPID THINGS I HAVE DONE SO FAR TODAY

Washed the remote control.
Added coke to my tea instead of milk.
and it's not 9am yet....
I'm definately not ready to tackle the rotary cutter without the certainty of serious bloodloss.

PInk Dinosaurs and other things

Well, I've lived through two shifts and I can honestly say that I come out each time knowing twice as much as I did when I went in, so considering how much I didn't know when I started, we can all be thankful it's donuts and not brain surgery!! I am starting to get the routine down, although I'm a ways away from shooting through it in two hours like Belinda, but maybe down the track a few weeks. On the upside, my kids think I smell terrific, as does FF....who needs Chanel....a little pink fondant behind the ears and I'm ready to rock, lol. I'm working starts for the next two days so I've devoted today to getting the order down on paper so I don't end up spinning in circles and curdling the cream. The weirdest deal is how it's gotten into my dreams....I'm dreaming about normal house stuff and then suddenly I notice there's a tray of pink dinosaurs on the table. I dreamt we were camping and I had to paddle a kayak to Cook Island to turn the lights on and set up the coffee machine.
Interesting if not exactly restful. Yawn.

Magical Trevor

I can fully understand why everybody loves him......can't you???

For the best seat in the house.....

....learn to share.
Somewhere under the furballs is mum's new recliner chair. It's a constant battle to see who get there first. Fortunately, they aren't adverse to sharing.
L-R. Front Row. Benson, Gyrffindor, Jasmine.
Back Row. St Francis of Assisi/ Mother of all Mothers.
Can you feel the love???

Fatal Friday/ Directions Please

Once again Fatal Friday has come and gone, and once again I have lived to blog about it, although my tongue is still bleeding. As a fully insured semi part time working mother and card carrying member of the Future Speed Bumps of Australia, I have to admit that as stupid as the average driver appears to be between Monday and Thursday, they really do save their best performances for Friday afternoons. I'm thinking that they possibly start Happy Hour at lunchtime, which leads to Heart Failure Half Hour on the crossing.
Today's episode starred "Stupid Man #1" as himself, who proceeded to park directly under the "no standing" sign on the crossing. When Teena asked him to move his car, his response was "Where do you think I should put it?" This, of course, is why my tongue is still bleeding. I just about chewed the tip off it keeping my thoughts inside my mouth, while mentally screaming
"OOH OOH PICK ME!!! I"LL TELL YOU WHERE TO PUT IT....I'VE GOT A LIST.....WOULD YOU LIKE ALPHABETICAL OR ANATOMICAL??"
Then we had Mitsubishi Mama, who thinks that it's OK to keep rolling through the crossing while you're standing there with a STOP sign as long as she winds her window down and yells. "It's OK, I wasn't going to hit anyone" (!!)
Well neither was I, but you're making me seriously reconsider it, lady.
Have a good weekend.....

Eyeball Banging

pretty much describes my level of tiredness today. Sebi came in just before 3am with a nosebleed which pretty much ended my nights sleep right then. I have a ton of editing to do, plus the garage to go through and a skip to fill before Monday, as well as the school fete on Saturday. I need one of those Berocca dancing fizzy pills. And a very large coffee. With a coke chaser. ZZZzzzzzz.....

Cosmic Karma / Hail to the Queen....

I must have been spreading my fair share of sunshine recently because today Cosmic Karma came and laid a present in my lap. I went out to get the basics for the boys lunches this morning and came home with a job offer!! And it seriously couldn't have come at a better time....I've been working to get my photography off the ground, but at the same time trying to contribute a bit extra to the house. It was my choice to be a SAHM and it's paid off big time with the boys, but they are at the age now where I'm able to look for a few hours work to help out at home and today the perfect job jumped out and kissed me. I was buying a six pack for the boys (donuts, not booze) and the owner of the Donut King told me she'd been waiting for me show up because I was the person she had in mind to work some morning shifts if I was interested. (!!!!) Scream YEAH!! So I go in tomorrow to look around and see where everything is, and then I start working three shifts a week. It's a 5am start (!!) but that doesn't really worry me (she says :P) and I'll be home in time to get Seb off to school. So all I have to do now is practice my royal wave and wait for my crown to arrive. All hail Donut Queen!! and curtsey while you do...it saves time.

Bearpit....

I happened to walk down the hall this morning and found the door to the Bearpit open....a very rare occurance as the Teenage Mutant is not the most sociable of creatures.

The bit that suprprised me more was the amount of floorspace visible from the door. I'm almost prepared to state that T.M has been engaged in surreptitious room tidying for reasons unknown to me at this time. If you check out the top left corner however, you'll notice that the bed is in it's usual state of disrepair, reassuring me that #1 son has not been genetically modified by Martha Stewart while my back was turned. Had me worried for a minute, though....

Top of the Pops.....

Here he is...King of the Popcorn People.

Kit's job trial went really well and he has scored himself regular hours at the markets on Sunday Mornings. And no, I didn't embarass him by following him around with my camera....I took this after he got home, so there!!

UNSTABLE CABLE

I am seriously de-cabled again and not happy about it. On one hand I am kinda freaked to admit what a large hole lack-of-cable has left in my obviously rather pathetic life. On the other hand I WANT MY CABLE BACK NOW NOW NOW!!!!
It's really more about background noise for me....I'm one of those fortunate individuals who can listen to TV rather than watch it, and still get the big picture, pun intended. So I put on my fave channels and chacha my way through whatever needs doing while my ears embrace the Foxbox. So of course I am completely at sea without my soundtrack, and find myself aimlessly floating through the house picking things up and putting them down in other places. I need help. Professional help. From the cable man. NOW.

Who are you....

and what have you done with my teenager??? I got home this afternoon after taking Sebi and Quinn to see Aliens in the Attic to be confronted by a spotless loungeroom, courtesy of Number One Son. Why?? He "just felt like it" apparantly.
I say go with your feelings, big fella.

WOOHOO

Bruce and I took the boys for a night of "car movies" at Yatala last night, and I got a treat that didn't involve radioactive guinea pigs or flying houses.....Yatala are running a midnight screening of New Moon at 12.01 am Thursday the 19th, so Razza and I have booked ourselves a carspace. I'm totally stoked!!