I can’t even tell you how I found out about this little interwebs-game, but I did and I signed up and it was very interesting and fun. The basic premise of the GIE is that I interview the person who signed up before me, and …
She might remember to take her Happy Pill, her iron pill, her vitamin C + zinc pill, her multi-vitamin, her antibiotic and wash them down with a big sip of Sav She might start putting away some stuff and then get distracted by something that …
Hallejulah, OMG it finally arrived. I love New Zealand, I love New Zealand I really do love New Zealand, but winter in Auckland sucks ass more than anywhere else that I have ever lived (specifically Florida and San Diego – tough crowd I know).
Anywho, the sun arrived in opposite land this week and we have been loving it. Fathers Day was on Sunday and we celebrated by taking Ethan’s training wheels of his bike. He had it down in 2 hours! Kid is crazy. Our lawn is so big and flat (have I mentioned it takes 2 hours to mow the whole thing?) that we didn’t have to leave the house to find a suitable place for Ethan to practise, this was handy as it meant we didn’t have to find to-go cups for our mimosa’s!
Everything is better when done in your pajamas, you understand. What this really means is that we were talking to Ethan about taking the training wheels off, and he was all like “Yeah! Lets do it NOW” so we were all “OK” let’s do it, clothes can wait.
Jim had his own first on Sunday, he caught his first chicken. Luckily Ethan was able to chicken-whisper the poor thing away from Jimbo;
To celebrate Fathers Day the absolute best way, we had our first BBQ of the season! Whilst cleaning the winter cobwebs off the BBQ Dave discovered that someone had moved in over winter;
Ethan knew right away that she was a girl because of her big egg laying spike-thing coming out of her bum, and that she was scared as she was making a huge racket with her legs. He ooohhhed and ahhhed over her for about 5 minutes than found her a new home in the dark abandoned doghouse.
Mum also had a first (of sorts), she caught the bike riding bug from Ethan and they rode laps around the lawn together, little Marley running alongside of course! I don’t think she has been on a bike for years;
So, a little late, but there are a few firsts for Writers Prompt this week.
I am happy to report that I have had many successful and ongoing playdates here in New Zealand. The kids become long term friends (see here) and us Mums become long term drinking buddies as well. Everyone goes home happy. When we lived in Southern …
Why is your kid in time out? …………Oh…my kid? He’s not in time out, he’s behaving this month – a little sprinkle of attitude but generally things are all smiles around here. What about you Mrs D-brats Mum? Why is D-brat in time out? Well, …
The best part of making something from hand is the using of it. A lot of times you get these grandiose DIY ideas and you begin and [hopefully] end your project but never actually use it or wear it cause it just plain old sucks. Not so however for my first knitting project – The Scarf.
When my brother Hadyn announced he was going on a solo musical adventure to the states, namely Chicago – in WINTER, I kindly offered to knit him a scarf. But summer and non-scarf activities got in the way so I gifted him the scarf I knitted for myself. A snazzy merino number in apple green and charcoal. And damn if Hadyn didn’t wear that scarf. He went here, he went there, he blew is trombone everywhere and there was my scarf, keeping him warm and snuggly as he posed for cheesy tourist pics.
But have you really monitored it yet? Have another look, it’s a work of art, it will probably be a hot vintage item one day – a one of a kind even as my knitting has really hit a slow patch since I finished that scarf, my first scarf, there may never be another.
Thanks Kat!
Writers Workshop from Mama Kat This week my little-big kid * told me I wasn’t to call him baby, babe or bubby any more. Acceptable names are, mousey, mouseling, rabby, bub, melunkin (?sp?) and ratbum * ate half of a family size pizza in …
Describe a situation that forced you to confront a neighbor Oh this is a good one Mama Kat! I can’t decide which one is best, they all terrorised me equally so prepare to meet my multiple bad neighbours; 1. When Bush and I lived in …
The Prompts:
1.) Tell us about a “dirt cheap” you’ve taken this summer.
2.) When I grow up I want to be like…
3.) Describe a difficult moment that you survived.
4.) List 5 things you like to do while camping…or 5 places you’d like to go.
5.) What are you paranoid about?
Well, it’s not summer so #1 is out, I just plain do not want to grow up so I can’t even entertain #2.
3. Describe a difficult moment that you survived. OK let’s tackle this guy.
The first situation that springs to mind is Ethan’s Christening. I don’t even know if that’s what it was called, maybe his dedication or something? Obviously I am not much of a ‘force religion on your child’ type-person. We were in the south, staying with Dave’s family for the final month before we moved permanently to New Zealand. There was this ridiculous drama surrounding the whole thing, certain family members had not spoken to us for 3 of the 4 weeks because we weren’t shelling out money to their children left and right (cause we are filthy rich right?) so tension was running high. Add to this, it was Mothers Day and I was being forced to go to a Baptist church and do something I felt quite strongly against. It was a ill planned joke in the church. On a day when a number of very young children were ‘booked in’ for this procedure, the pastor decided to make the kids wait til the end of the service. By wait, I mean a couple of hours. Can you imagine? So when it’s finally the time to address the issue of the screaming children and their destiny with Jesus we line up in front of the congregation. It’s very quiet, everyone is listening to the pastors inroduction of each little family. Ethan is pissed and wallops me across the face with this satisfying slap that was totally worthy of a Sopranos sound bite. That’s how The Jack family met the southern baptists.
To amplify my mothers day misery, it was a Sunday. In Georgia. Do you know what that means? NO LIQOUR SALES. I was unable to drown my sorrows. So I did what any self-respecting, miserable wife would do – I sent my husband and my best friend to Florida to buy beer. Happy mothers day!
So, I’ve been skipping class but I’m back with this weeks Writers Prompts from Mama Kat; 1. How I keep myself swimsuit ready in the depths of New Zealand winter Oh this is a book you must read. For real. I put lotion on my …