The balance has shifted in the house to four Dog supporters and two Tigers so the Dogs win in numbers but, man, they can’t compete for passion.
I read today the Tigers are having their last practice match for the pre-season at Punt Rd on March 7.
I called Moo in and it went like this.
“Moo, on March 7th you are at school. There’s a practice game between Richmond and Essendon [eyes pick up] at Punt Road oval [eyes go the size of the moon]…”
“You can pick me up from the office daddy!” – without me finishing or offering.
That girl bleeds yellow and black.
I love working for myself. I wouldn’t swap it for anything in the world. I get to see my kids at school, I get to growl at them to be quiet when they get home, I can choose what I want to work on and when and the satisfaction is amazing when you complete a project by and for yourself. Not to mention no one complains when I have my music up too loud.
But I do miss the social side of having people around. The chats, doing the quiz at lunch, random games of cubicle badminton that leave lovely black marks on freshly painted walls (*cough* never happened *cough*) and having a fellow developer or programmer to discuss problems with was great.
Today an issue with WordPress templates was driving me insane and, according to Google, no on else in the world had ever experienced the problem. Out of the blue my database guru from the States Skyped me about a project we are working on, which then wandered off in to a chat and then on to my WP problem. As he’s in North Carolina it was a bit hard for him to pop his head over the cubicle so we fired up Team Viewer and nutted out a solution. International office chat, I love it.
I tried to build a Lego house yesterday and failed. No, not a kit, but one from scratch – it was a total mess.
I think the problem is I don’t know the boy’s Lego. I would have had a similar amount when I was a kid and I would have stored every single piece away in the infinite filing cabinet that is a young boy’s mind. I could search and search for hours, knowing that piece had to be somewhere in the tub and before too long what I had imagined was sitting proudly on my bedroom floor.
Yesterday I was completely lost.. The simple construction I envisaged, most likely using bricks from childhood, became a mishmash of parts that never gelled. I look at Henry who has my Lego recall and I am jealous. He knows exactly what he’s doing and what he has. Maybe I need to take a couple of weeks off and just build, build. If only that was an option.
So this is a little late but I wanted to put it up. Last year the twins decided they wanted to take on drama. After a year of weekend lessons they performed in the end of year production and both did amazingly well. What I’ll remember most though is the confidence they gained, particularly one Mr Henry who well and truly came out of his shell and hit every mark, every time. Those who know Moo will know that confidence wasn’t such an issue.
Albert was playing a game with the twins where he reads out questions from a card and everyone answers.
He came to “What’s one word to describe yourself?”
Without a moments hesitation Moo piped up ‘’Smart.”
In an age where girls are still told that being pretty and/or popular is what they should be aspiring to above all else I’m proud to have helped raise a daughter who sees her brains as her defining feature. Go Moo.
12 months ago I decided I needed to kick my brain in to gear, I was feeling like a dinosaur when it came to my development skills. I started well with my nice thick book and kept on going but then I stopped. I half heartedly dipped back in a few times before giving up completely.
But I did learn something.
I’m not a book learning type of guy. I probably should have known this from uni but I learn best by listening, being shown and then doing it myself. I’m not sure what what learning style this makes me – kinesthatic with a touch of visual maybe – but I have to play to my strengths so I’ve started again.
I’ve signed up to the Microsoft Virtual Academy, a great free resource that hosts courses based around video instruction. The one I’m doing, for C#, has a great presenter and works for me. He encourages you to type as he does and to pause, rewind, experiment as he goes along. I’ve been chugging through the videos (it really is beginner level) and feel I’ve learned more in the couple of hours of this mode than I did in the hours I spent slogging through The Book.
I’m flat out with work right now but I aim to get this course finished in a week or so and launch straight in to the next level.
We have evaporative air conditioning at our house, and while it’s going to struggle over four days over forty it will get us through. We look at other ways of keeping the heat down too. Cool drinks, building the roof over the deck to protect the living area and the boys room from the worse of the sun and we shut blinds.
The dark rooms make me feel like I’m living in the 70s. For some reason I associate dark rooms with the style of my childhood. Our place is always open with light streaming in so these days make feel like I’m five or six again. Any one else feel that way?
A while ago we had The Lemon Of Hope.
I’m now thrilled to announce the lemons have been joined by The Limes Of Hope and The Cherry Tomato of Hope. The limes have taken over three years to fruit so It’s fantastic see them finally come through. Time to look up baking with limes.
Over a year ago when I started C25K my aim was a) to make it out alive and b) to jog around Albert Park Lake, it’s pretty much spot on 5k around the whole lake.
This morning I finally did it! Rae is away with the kids so what better time. I headed out early to beat the early morning traffic and, bonus for being an early bird, scored free parking. Off I went and amazingly enough, despite the head wind, I did my fastest ever 5K. It’s not a great speed but it’s my best, and on the day I achieved my aim.
After I sent Rae an sms she suggested I go for coffee at St Ali, like a local, so I did. Man it brought back the memories of when I lived there 20+ years ago. South Melbourne is a great place, especially early morning. I grabbed my superb coffee and went for a walk.
Nostalgia took me back to the terrace house I lived in, looking amazing after being renovated. I was there just in time to hear the old town hall bells toll 8 – I wonder how many other bells still ring in the hour in Melbourne? I walked around to the market but it was only partly open and then strolled back to the car to head back to the ‘burbs.
Can’t think of a better way to start to the day.
Click the icon top left to hear the bells.
Two years ago we had our first Malloy family Christmas lunch. Today we had our third.
Tony and Rae from 2011, I’d like to introduce you to Tony and Rae from 2013.