The 27th of what?

The 27th of September.

What the fuck? How did it get to be September already, not only September, but nearly October.

Not only have the past three months disappeared before my very eyes, I have also managed to forget to acknowledge two family members birthdays (and I still haven't got in trouble). I've become very selfish, as I always swore I wouldn't become that person, whose life is way to busy and important to completely forget to acknowledge the birthday of someone I love.

Woe is me.

Anyway, it is the weekend, and you know what that means for me this weekend? Work, work, bloody work. School holidays have a lot to answer for, I can't possibly lock myself in my office with a 6.5 year old, a 4.5 year old and a nearly 3 year old running amok, plus, we've been having way too much fun :) . So MATH gets the joys this weekend, and I get to lock myself away.

What I love about spring

Hippeastrums flowering in my front garden, yipee, warmer weather is here :)
(please excuse the mould on the plant behind. we are still
trying to identify it)

I was told this was a Polygarnum, but my google searches don't identify it as that. It' really pretty anyway and is covered in these flowers. If you can identify it, please let me know.

Thank you

to the blogger whose blog I was reading yesterday. Thank you for referring to The Bloodhound Gang's "song", The Bad Touch. I. Can. Not. Get. It. Out. Of. My. Head. And, to make it worse, I have the uncensored version running around in my head, so I can't even sing it out loud.

Dear reader, please don't forget to let me know if the same happens to you now that I've mentioned the song *insert evil emot here*

BAH to you Blogger (but it has been an interesting read, highly amusing and I wish I could write just like you).

These school holidays are gradually beginning to suck. Am contemplating a trip to the park later.

I must remember the mantra... Boredom is my enemy, boredom is my enemy, boredom is my enemy. Get it?

Why #1

Why is it cold again?

Why do I have work coming out of every orifice when school holidays start?

Why can I not sleep past 5am?

Why won't people pay me?

Why do people drive Ford Territorys?

Ironing is a health hazard

and that is why I don't do it.

On the weekend when I heated up the iron for the first time since I-don't-know-when, I burnt the back of my hand, and that is why, ladies and gentlemen, our iron very rarely sees the light of day. It's a nasty piece of equipment, I curse you inventor of irons.

I would have taken a photo to show you all my nasty little burn, but alas, our camera is kind of, well, broken. The little knobby thing that enables you to change functions has fallen off. I must get it repaired (even though I'd much rather have a shiny new camera).

Loser!

And that is all I have to say on the matter. *hmpf*

Pet Peeves #1

OK, so I am sure there will be more than one of these posts, so am going to number them.

Here is what peeves me today:

• Whingeing
• When too may people try to talk to me at the same time
• When MATH keeps asking me if I have heard about the job, of course he will be the #1 person to find out
• Rather than saying my name, "mummy" you come up and bash me in the waist, just where it is flabby, and it feels like you are just trying to point out to me how podgy I am.

OK, whinging over with for now (it is OK for me to whinge). But there will be much more, be assured of that.

Happy Friday everybody.

Wildlife warriors

Here are some of the pictures that were taken at the birthday party on the weekend. If you don't like snakes, do not proceed.

Up close to a stumpy lizard and a blue tongue

A little bit too close to the python for my liking


The giant python - approximately 2.5 metres long - eeks!


A beautiful owl, I can't remember what sort it is though.

Unfortunately there were no pictures of the wombat :( . He was my favourite.

Immortalised in watercolour and ink

Just wanted to show off a couple of paintings that The Middle Man has done this year. The one on the left is me, and was done for Mother's Day, the one on the right is MATH, done for Father's Day. I love the one of MATH, complete with glasses and stubble - too cute.

Note that we are both armless. I love my big belly button, but most of all, I love seeing the progression of ability in 3 short months.

I touched my fear... again

Took the kids to a birthday party today - titled Wil's Wonderful Wildlife Party. Oh dear, it was the same last year, so I knew what to expect - horrible, revolting reptiles, with the chance to touch them. You may (or may not) know that I have a bit of a fear of snakes. Last year at the same child's birthday party, I actually touched one of the creatures, but am sure that my heart was racing (well, I know it was because I could feel it). Today, I had none of that hammering in my chest, am Icured? The only time I freaked out a little bit, was when i looked up and saw The Middle Man with a python draped around his neck - aaagggghhhhh. Photos will be posted when I receive them.

There were other animals too, some cute, some not! There was a turtle, water dragon, blue tongue lizard, an owl, a freshwater crocodile (that got a bit cranky at one stage because the kids were too noisy), a green tree frog, and my favourite - a wombat! The wombat was surprisingly soft, it felt like I was patting a cat. I'd always imagined they would feel quite coarse.

All was well though, the squids are currently using their sugar high to torture their father, while I lock myself away.

Am looking forward to tomorrow when we catch up with some friends that we haven't seen in a long time. The kids used to all play really well, and am hoping that hasn't changed :)

Another interview

I got word yesterday that I am required for another interview. The subject line of email: Interview schedule - Porject Officer.

That's funny, am sure I applied for a job as a Project Officer... will go along anyway, maybe they'll employ me to spell check emails before they go out.

The interview is next Tuesday, and apparently I am given a list of questions, given 15 minutes to think about my answers, then basically have to talk about myself for the next 40 minutes. Oi, that'll be fun, we all know how I just love talking about myself - NOT.

School disco tonight. Miss Perfect and The Middle Man are all decked out in their Hawaiian gear, will be sure to take a photo before we leave. MATH will be in charge of Mr Stubborn and his underpants *insert evil laugh here*.

Oh, before I forget, just for the record, I still have not cleaned the oven.

The 1930's housewife test

I found this test in a blog that I happened upon, so thought I really should take it... I failed, but am I surprised? Nope

9 As a 1930s wife, I am Very Poor (Failure) Take the test!

Cut a cable

Finally, a full nights sleep. Heck, I feel almost human (only almost because I've only had one coffee thus far).

A day of poo patrolling is ahead of me. Mister Stubborn ripped his nappy off when he got out of bed and of course we can't put another one on. He seems to have an aversion to pooing in the toilet, so will have to keep an eye out for the tell-tale cutting-a-cable look he gets.

Miss Perfect is at school today, where no doubt they will be discussing the wardrobe for tomorrow night's event - the school disco. We have promised The Middle Man that he can come too, so an interesting night will be had.

Some pics

Here are some recent photos of the squidly-diddlies. I know, I know, they are cute.

Mister Stubborn at a birthday party on the weekend
The Middle Man and Miss Perfect sitting down for pass the parcel

Oh no

Dear Bloggy

I seem to have an affliction. What is going on? Why am I suddenly obsessed with cleaning, to the point of neglecting you? I am so sorry, please forgive me.

Today saw me scrubbing the laundry sink. Next on my list is the oven. Apparently they do need cleaning. That will be my all-time low - cleaning the oven. That is normally something that I forget about until I am pregnant, so am able to make Man About The House (who will from now on be known as MATH - suits don't you think?) do it. As that is never likely to happen again (being pregnant that is), it looks like I have a lifetime ahead of me of cleaning the fecker. When/if we can ever afford to renovate the kitchen, I will insist on a self cleaning one - I wonder if they do actually work.

Well Bloggy, I have groceries to unpack.

And the wait continues

Far out! This is so frustrating.

To take my mind off it, the boys and I did some retail therapy this morning, well, it is Father's Day coming up. We bought the man about the house something that he will love - a make your own Tardis. The kids will also love helping, so we all win (me because I might get some peace while they are doing it ;) )

Bloody cold today, the rain has set it and brought the temperature right down with it, just when I was getting used to Spring, and contemplating the wardrobe switch-around.

On a home front, I seem to have found my cleaning mojo (it has been missing for a very loooooong time). Have actually kept the kitchen clean for 5 days now, and make sure I clean up as I go along, not letting it all build up. It is amazing the difference it has made in my life :D

Just need to get the washing/folding/putting away under control now and the place will be sweet.

The wait is killing me

Crap!

I really, really hate it when you are waiting to hear about a job. Every time the phone rings I nearly jump out of my skin.

As the day gets longer though, I am losing hope.

MIL seems to think that me going back to work full-time is a bad idea. Perhaps I should ask her if she wants to pay our bills. FFS, I can't even afford to get my kids into swimming lessons at the moment which is really stressing me with summer around the corner, and a very inviting pool in the back yard.

They disappeared!

My old blogs that is.

I do admit that I have been neglecting them of late, but does that mean they should run away on me? Talk about unfaithful, they should have known I would be back eventually.

Just goes to show, you can't trust any old blog...