What if…?

The Hokey Pokey REALLY IS what it’s all about?

Oh my.  Conundrum.

Blessed Air-conditioning

I know I’ve been out of Australia too long when a string of 32 degree days have me melting and searching high and low for an air-conditioner, and to think, a little over 3 years ago I used to where a suit in this weather, and did it comfortably.

We’ve had a string of hot days this week, and the once lovely skylights in our house have become the bane of our Summer existence.  The house is like an oven.  So we caved in today and purchased a portable air-conditioner, which is running at full power as I type this, trying desperately to suck the hot air out of the house and replace it with cool.  In 4 hours the temperature has dropped about 3 degrees…

Better than nothing I guess.

It’s also Fourth of July here, so we’re in for an early night, the dogs tucked in on their mat, keeping them isolated from the outdoor shenanigans of fireworks, as they’re terrified of them.

So it’ll be a relatively early night for us.

In other news…

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAVID!  Have a fantastic day!

Pretty Pretty Princess has a Meltdown

For the best part of a decade now Mark has proclaimed that the reason he doesn’t help in the garden is because I won’t let him use the power tools, and that he doesn’t know how to use them.

So today, I showed him how to use than and run them.

Not that it mattered, moments into using them, he started complaining that he was tired, sweaty, having a reaction to something and itching, and when I ignored all of that, mentioned he was going to be sick…

ARGH!

Despite the numerous times in the last decade I’ve done it all myself, even the day after flying from Australia to America, he still couldn’t manage it.

At least now he can’t tell anyone I’ve not allowed him to use the tools, or he doesn’t know how to…

Short end of the story…  I got it all finished.  The yards all look civilised again and we’ve had a pretty relaxing afternoon.
Spent primarily with a friend of ours.

All in all a good day.  Although Princess is still tired, despite having a nap.  *sigh*

9 Months in the Making

Finally after being in our new house for nearly nine months I’ve managed to get the place to look a little more homely, and comfortable.

When we moved here, from a substantially larger house, into our current much smaller (until we remodel) home, I pretty much had to play a mental game of Tetris trying to figure out how to fit everything in.  I succeeded, but had never been happy with the outcome.  Until this week.  I’ve been busily rearranging and sorting, and now am relatively happy with the results.  Although there’s still a long way to go.

Essentially, the house needs to be bigger. 

Today the house, tomorrow the gardens.  It’s going to be a busy few days…

Time to acknowledge the signs

While my back isn’t even remotely sore or uncomfortable after yesterday’s little procedure, my throat is killing me, and I’ve the most heinous throbbing headache I’ve had in a long time.

On the upside though, it’s been a beautiful day, on the downside, while I love the large sky lights in our house during Winter, right now (Summer) they’re turning the house into an oven.

I’ve every door and window in the house open and the fans going blowing all the hot air out of the house as fast as possible.   Fortunately there’s a couple of large trees in the yard that afford of us of quite a lot of shade in the afternoon, so with the current cool breeze the house should be at a comfortable temperature by bed time.  At least I hope so.

Ah well.  Guess I’ll be having myself an early night.  Too many late nights and not enough sleep I believe are why I’m so run down, especially with recent events.

Time to get a handle on it all.  I’m enrolling in a few fitness classes as of next week, and if my friend Lisa has her way, I’ll also be registered for a 5k run.

The thought alone is tiring!

A Day of Pain

Actually that’s not entirely true…

Firstly, we’ve just arrived home from seeing Transformers 2 at the local Gold Class cinema, where the service was abysmal, our order was messed up, and in trying to have it rectified we missed parts of the film.  Which in truth isn’t such a bad thing.  The film itself wasn’t that great.

It had the potential to be brilliant, but there were too many weird, unexplainable and superfluous facets.

Why, of why, did there have to be “twin robots” that spoke like they were from a Ghetto?   Why did another robot have to have two spherical attachments that were referred to as a scrotum?   AND how the hell do you explain the ability of another robot to completely and convincingly take on the form of a human, before transforming back?  Too many weird and irrelevant parts.

Also, while the action when it was happening was great, you could never tell who was good, and who was bad.  Action overkill.  Not so happy about the event.

Moving on, to slightly less painful events…

Yesterday while in the bathroom I noticed a new freckle on my back.  A dirty dark one that a couple of days prior hadn’t been there.  A cause for concern.  Rather than panic though, I figured I’d see if it washed off in the shower.  It really wasn’t in a position on my back that allowed easy access either to touch or see it clearly.  So out with the loofah.

Some buffing later, it was still there, surrounded by freshly pink and exfoliated skin.  Ugh!

So I made an appointment with the Dermatologist who I saw today.  He referred to it as an “atypical lesion”, and said I’d have to look at having it removed.  Not one to waste time, I had it done today.

They injected a local anaesthetic, and then “shaved” it off my back, and it’s been sent off for analysis.  I get the results back in a few days.

I’m not too worried what the results are as it was identified and removed very early.  I always thought I’d be more concerned about that sort of thing, especially as skin cancer was something that has occurred in the family tree.  Admittedly on a branch of the family tree that should have been sterilised out of existence, but what can you do?

At the moment though, it’s itchy and I have to keep the wound dry for 24 hours, so much for a nice hot shower this evening.

G’night!

Humorous Segue

In lieu of my actually blogging properly this evening, I’m going to share some humour instead courtesy of the lovely Leanne, via email.

Enjoy!

Sunday Morning Sex

I will never hear church bells ringing again without smiling.

Upon hearing that her elderly grandfather had just passed away, Katie went straight to her grandparent’s house to visit her 95-year-old grandmother and comfort her.

When she asked how her grandfather had died, her grandmother replied, "He had a heart attack while we were making love on Sunday morning."

Horrified, Katie told her grandmother that 2 people nearly 100 years old having sex would surely be asking for trouble "Oh no, my dear," replied granny. "Many years ago, realizing our advanced age, we figured out the best time to do it was when the church bells would start to ring. It was just the right rhythm. Nice and slow and even. Nothing too strenuous, simply in on the Ding and out on the Dong."

She paused to wipe away a tear, and continued, "He’d still be alive if that fucking ice cream truck hadn’t come along.

Home at last

After spending a little over 8 hours in transit, driving home from Sun River, Oregon we’re home.

We spent the weekend out supporting our friends in the assorted sporting events that they participated in, and they were all legends.

But, I’m home now and off to bed, I’m exhausted.  There’ll be photos in the near future.

Oh, and the red wigs…  We wore them again today, well at least Shelly and I did, and we were approached by some local media who took our photos!  *laugh*  We’ll have to see what happens there…

G’night!

Sunny Shenanigans

Today has been a huge day.  Spent in the sun cheering on our friend Lisa as she completed her first ever half marathon.  What a rockstar!

When she competes, Lisa braids her hair which is red to keep it out of her face.  Being good friends, I ordered some Pippy Longstocking style wigs.  Of course, Lisa had no idea…

So every few miles on the run portion of her event, as she came around a bend, there’d be the three of us, Mark, Shelly and I, resplendent in bright red wigs with braids wired to stick out from the sides of our heads, cheering loudly.

We’re so supportive!   It’s certainly been a fun day!

Good work Lisa, we’re so proud of you!

Never enough time in a day!

Stacks to do today and no time to do it in.  In fact I should already have left the house nearly an hour ago!!!

Argh!