Jim Pie and the cow paddock.

Well, we are back from our monster trek to Gympie (or Jim Pie if you're one of the tribe of three)...it was a great weekend, lots of food, lots of booze and lots and lots of Hartwells of all shapes and sizes. The boys ran wild for the duration, stalking the cows and damming the creek amongst other things, while finer 50% and I had a little R'n'R by the campfire with a bunch of neices and nephews who used to be small. I am ashamed to admit I got very little in the photo line, because it would have meant putting my drink down, and I have my priorities in the right order thank you very much. But I can assure everyone that we had a great time and the mild-to-moderate Sunday morning hangover just made the night before look better by comparison. (She says, while eating a panadol sanger). Ahhh, good times...

Family

is big on the cards this weekend for finer 50%....the Hartwells are having a family reunion this weekend at Gympie (head north till you hit a big paddock) so we are going up this morning and heading back tomorrow afternoon. I am in my usual state of utter disorganisation although I did manage to find myself the funkiest pair of uggs this side of everywhere (pix later). The boys are packed....DS's fully charged and headphones at the ready. DH is stuffing about with the camper trailer, so departure time is anywhere between now and sunset. See you on the other side.

Goodies....

I'm so excited!!! My polarity locket arrived this morning, and I absolutely LOVE it!!
It features my favourite of Diane Duda's paintings, and it's just the cutest thing you've ever seen.....

Just looking at it makes me smile. Sebi saw it and straight away said "the littlest one is me 'cos of the freckles" lol. He also wanted to know who the big one was, (because Kit's a brunette). I explained that this was the way I saw him and Kit in my dreams, when they were still angels waiting to be born. His response...."and I look just like that only better, 'cos I'm real" Out of the mouths of babes.

Still going strong

Today marks 18 years of legally wedded for myself and finer 50%. It sounds like a long time and sometimes it feels like I can't remember what I did before himself came along. But it's still good. We're partners in the fullest sense of the word. We've kinda got to that not-quite-mind-reading stage where a couple of words is all it takes to get the message across. Plus he still makes me laugh like no one else has ever done or ever will....it's a wavelength thing. He's been my rock and my right arm through feast and famine, and when you consider what that has involved since we said "I do" in 1991, that in itself is no mean feat. He has loved me, given me two beautiful sons, embraced my friends as his, stood by my side and supported me without question. And that's priceless. Love you Bru. xox

Not that I'm counting

the days or anything.....found this on Alaine's blog and couldn't resist.