Wet'n'Wild

I'm seriously thinking of hiring myself out to drought stricken areas as a rain magnet.....all I have to do is think about work, and sure enough, the heavens open. I'm sitting here listening to the thunder getting louder, the closer it gets to 2.30. This year, however, in the interests of avoiding another season of barking like an elderly doberman, I have taken some precautions.....

Aren't they divine??? They even have pom poms, (not that they do anything much apart from absorb water)and they look so cool.
I'm seriously thinking about adding some metal studs to my goverment-issued all purpose Matrix, just for the hell of it. I mean, if you're going to stand in the rain and dice with death, then at least look good while you do it....am I right??

Happy Things

Mmmmmmm.....the worlds best chocolate biscuits, bar none.


True Blood on DVD. I've got a slight fang fetish, peeps.


Lavender scented sheets.

I'm feeling pretty good ATM...it's partly school holidays, partly sleep deprivation, (erases the care factor) and partly from a quiet hour of concrete zen. Sometimes I get more from ten minutes of deep breathing and basic tai chi than I do from an hour at the gym. I know there's a place for each in my life, it's like everything else....a balance thing. I'm getting closer to the right formula, it's just a matter of listening to yourself and giving your body what it needs. I've gained a little weight, which I really needed to do, but I'm still managing to maintain the muscle definition I'm working on with the weights, plus I can feel my flexibility improving...partly yoga, partly warming up with the boys at Tae Kwon Do. Sometimes when I take a deep breath, I can feel it all the way to the soles of my feet. It's fabulous. I feel powerful, in control. I'm still tired (heehee, understatement) but even that can be a good feeling. There are so many things that I can't control, possibly shouldn't even want to control, so I'm concentrating on the things I can and should master. Number one being my self, my mind and body. Once I've achieved the balance I'm after, the other stuff will come easier. I know it will.

Hells Nannas

You know you've run into a major milestone when you get a letter from the goverment congratulating you on your approaching birthday, complete with a request to know about your intentions to haul toxic waste across the Nullabor in an eight tonne truck. Yes, the mother of all mothers will be hitting the 3/4 century mark in May, and her reputation as a leadfoot has preceeded her. Kevin Rudd has sent my mother a form that requires a medical certificate in order for her to renew her license. Which sounds reasonable until you read the questions.
For example.....

Are you intending to drive any of the following.....

motorbike
absolutely, as soon as my tattoos heal

bus, taxi or limousine
yep, Madonna doesn't have an international licence, so what can you do??

a vehicle transporting dangerous goods in bulk?
about that....I figured while my tatts were healing and Madonna was in Malawi adopting orphans, I'd take a quick run to Perth and take my 80 year old brother a case of plutonium for his birthday

Watch out Kevin.

Hartwells-by-the-sea

We are leaving Planet Hartwell to venture beyond the border to strange new lands....if they haven't floated out to sea. I have the entire Sookie Stackhouse collection on MP3, The Twilight Saga on paper, a deckchair, vodka and minties. AHHH.
See you on the flip side.....

Countdown/Techno-Obsession

We are in the home stretch peeps....only two more days of school and then it's Hartwells-by-the-sea while we recharge and get ready to face term 2. Things are pretty good on the home front, Kit has his last exams today and tomorrow, Sebi is pretty much under control, and Bruce is in major count down mode.
We've had a few bumps in the last week or so, with Kit developing a major mobile phone obsession which has resulted in us changing him to a different plan with cheaper calls (and strict instructions to use the landline at home). He's under advisement that any bills over his monthly free cap are to come out of his own pocket, and as soon as he gets a 'real' job (as opposed to the paper route), he'll be expected to pay half the monthly plan costs. I sound so mean, don't I?? I just feel that I feed, clothe and support him as well as paying for his extra-curricular stuff, so anything that comes under entertainment can be self funded, including his phone. God knows the only time he ever rings me is if he misses the bus, so I presume the rest of time he's calling his mates, which comes under entertainment in my book. Sebi is also becoming slightly techo-obsessed....he has an MSN account which DH set up for him, which means that I need to brush up on my lurking skills...number two son is not fooled by my pathetic pretend dusting activities every time he logs on. Hmmm. I hate feeling like I'm spying, but on the other hand, forewarned is forearmed. And besides, it's in my contract.