You can’t deny you’re a geek family when you can offer a visitor their choice of a linux, mac or Windows (7 or Vista) laptop when they need to get on the net.
The Front Yard
Ever since we moved in the front yard has been a pile of rubble, pretty much untouched since the builders moved on and and concrete drive was finished. We’ve wanted to make it presentable from day one but anybody who has had any work done knows just how horribly expensive landscaping can be, especially when you’ve just paid for a house.
Thankfully we have Dale, my sister’s hubby. Dale works for a landscaper and has both a great eye for garden design and boundless energy. The whole Janke clan came down this weekend and Dale set to work. The results below show what can be achieved in two days with energy, enthusiasm, a credit card and a Dingo.
Before
After
The grey bit in the middle is sandy loam and before long it will be lovely green grass. We have yet to put to any plants in (giving the credit card a breather) and you’ll notice the ‘bonus’ rock feature to the left– two massive boulders that couldn’t be moved, even by the guy with a bob cat who was working across the road. We’ll post some more pictures once it greens up and we clean up the dirt.
Thanks Dale (and Rob who pitched in to help). You’ve done an amazing job and now I won’t have to apologise for the mess whenever anyone visits. It finally feels like we have a proper home.
Foggy
How do they pick ’em so well? On a day I have loads to get done the young ones decided to revert to six month olds overnight. I don’t think Rae or I got more than half an hours sleep at a stretch and now I’m walking around in a fog that no number of latte’s can lift. Of course they’re all narky and grumpy too because they didn’t sleep which just makes the day oh so more pleasent.
I think they’re all going for an early nap today and if I can clear some of the mountain of what I need to get done I may join them in the land of nod.
Bert In A Box
And Here’s 2 We Prepared Earlier.
Two yeas ago these two beautiful children arrived. I can’t believe it’s been two years, it just seems like yesterday that I got the tap on the shoulder at 5:50am that things were on the way. Now they are fully fledged people. Loud, confident, talkative, outgoing Kennedy and our shy, considerate thinker Henry.
Happy birthday kids, you’ve made all of us happier than you could ever imagine.
Who Did You Vote For?
I was just wondering who you voted for.
I know that when talking to my friends the other day about what was our ‘most loved toy event’, as you do, that Big W’s sale came a distant third behind ‘what the &#&# are you talking about Tony?’ and ‘huh?’. I even did a Google search to see who came second but sadly couldn’t find a list.
I wonder which marketing person got a huge raise for coming up with that phrase.
Geek Footy
When you hear an odd stat while listening to the footy (“That’s Richmond’s tenth time they have scored three goals in a quarter when kicking toward the city end playing an away team from Western Australia when Richo wasn’t in the team.”) do you too try and construct the SQL statement they must have used to get it? Or is that just me?
I did note that in two games played today the winner failed to double their opponents score by one point. Hmmm SELECT winner FROM game WHERE…
The Way It Should Be
Now that’s the way a weekend should be.
Friday was Rae’s RDO for the month so it was bonus long weekend, but it really started on Thursday night when Zita sat for us so we could head off to The Sun for a movie. For the first time ever we had a movie theater to ourselves. We could ask each other outloud “what did they just say”, rustle our lollies as loud as we want and laugh as madly as we wanted. Can thoroughly recommend ‘My Year Without Sex’, especially if you are, or are married to, a Bulldogs supporter.
Friday, a bit of a shop, Zita came over for dinner and some work while the women in the house watched a chick flick on the telly. Oh, and there was a bit cleaning up going on ’cause on Saturday Veronica, Steve, Jonathon and the beautiful new Hannah came to visit. Here’s a hint – when you have people over for coffee, make sure you actually have milk in the fridge so you can make coffee for them. Somehow we managed to scrape together enough for a couple of coffees each and the mini scones with jam and cream disappeared pretty quickly, much to Phee’s chagrin as she was eyeing off the entire plate.
That afternoon was spent sitting in the big comfy chair reading a book I bought at the Sun Bookstore when we went to the movies, keeping an eye on the footy on the telly and luxuriating in the quiet of babies sleeping. The night was spent watching the remastered Scarface with Rae and polishing off a bottle of bubbly and some beers.
Today was Sunday morning market shopping, end of tax year new laptop shopping, display home viewing, general lazing around the house and roast chicken eating. It’s been a wonderful relaxing weekend, such a shame it has to finish. Now it’s Masterchef, a warm cup of milk and an early night because when a weekend has been this good you just know that the weekend ahead must have something nasty in store.
Making The Most Of It
It Had To Be This Weekend…
All last week I’d been looking forward to Saturday night. Rob is away living it up in Adelaide so Rae and I were off to the footy to see my Tiger boys take on West Coast, their first game under the new coach. Rae and I haven’t been to the footy together since the twins came along so it was going to be a great night until I woke up on Saturday morning.
Gout.
My first attack in two years and it had to be yesterday. The day was lost waiting for a doctor’s appointment and sitting around not walking while the medicine tried to calm the pain. I’m so disappointed we didn’t get to go, sure, we won, which is great but a night at the foot with Rae, that’s what the weekend was going to be all about.
The pain has subsided a bit today with thanks to the wonderful drugs but I’m still hobbling and have missed a family trip to Sovereign Hill. Rae and Zita have taken all of the kids and I’m at home feeling sorry for myself. What rotten timing.
Oh, and Go Tigers.




