Category: Diary

Ah, great news to wake up to this morning : hockey is back! The dispute that lead to the cancellation of the entire 2004/05 season has been, in principle, resolved so my Canucks will be back on the ice in a few months.

Now I will finally get to use the little broadcasting unit I purchased at the end of the 2003/04 season so I can listen to the live stream on any radio in the house; I won’t be tied to my PC for the duration of each game. Phee will also have good reason to wear her first Canucks jersey, that conveniently turned up in the mail from Canada yesterday, and Albert/Kennedy can sit on my lap wearing their Canucks jump suit as I explain to them that icing is not just what they will have on their birthday cake.

Went for a stroll around Albert Park Lake.

Ugh. It got Phee last Friday, it got Rae on Tuesday and it finally got me on over Thursday night. Yep – the dreaded gastro bug has gone right through the house and has hopefully taken it’s vile powers a long way away from here. Feeling almost back to normal now and am looking forward to something to eat at long last.

Good thing is though you can get through a lot of DVDs when left to lie on a couch for almost two days so we’ve finally finished the first season of Veronica Mars. If some station has the foresight to actually pick this show up for Australia don’t miss it.

The MCG, July 7, 3:38 PM
Nokia 6230 Camera Phone

Rae’s first day at home full time before the baby is to come along and I like the way this works.

I didn’t have to check the PO Box on the way home, there’s a roast in the oven and she went and bought me the brand spankin new DVD of one of my top three all time favourite films, Mr Smith Goes To Washington. I’m a lucky, lucky man.

Ah football, how I missed you for the one week you were away. Yes the the mighty Tigers scraped home by a point despite appearing to only take the field for the final three minutes of the last quarter, and boy, we were happy. We’ve finally snapped the mid-season losing hoodoo that has dogged us for the past three years.

As Rob and I sang the best team song in the league one shattered Swan’s supporter punched a vacant seat next to him. I reckon that’s going to hurt him a longer than the loss.

I’m going to sneak out of the house tomorrow night. Officeworks is open to midnight in ‘celebration’ of the end of the tax year.

I won’t be buying anything though as I’ve already done my ‘spend the cash before the government gets it’ bit over the past couple of weeks. A new 160G hard drive, loads of back up media, ADSL modem/router (the Netcomm NB 1300 Plus 4) for the office network and replacement cordless keyboard and mouse for the second PC. Believe it or not I’m happy with my set up and try as I might I can’t think of anything within reason that I want to add to it, and for a bona fida geek that’s alarming.

Oh dear. Send Phee off to her Nana’s for the first day of school holidays and she grows up three years in an afternoon. A hair dresser friend of Zita’s gave her a new ‘do’.

Compare and contrast with :

A couple of weeks ago at ante natal classes we were introduced to the wonders that are exercise balls. They seem to be fantastic for pregnant women pre, during, and post labour. Not only that, they’re really comfy so were were sold.

We found Physio Supplies Australia online, and they had a two for one offer on burst resistant balls so we snaffled two up. Rae’s is 65cm and blue and, as you can see, mine is 75cm and green.

Hi everyone, sorry about the break but there’s been a slight modification or two to my PC and now I’m back, with an extra 100G on my hard drive and a brand new install of everything on my PC.

While Rae and I went to watch the Tigers (don’t start me on that little bit of the weekend) Stink watched Dr Who with her Nana. It was the episode that gave Daniel’s son a bit of a scare so we were quite surprised when Nana told us she had no problems.

No problems. Yeah, right.

This morning’s drive to get coffee started with a long and detailed discussion on the mechanics of how the aliens eat the people and then get in and out of their skin. There was a lull for a little while then a very serious voice pipes up “Dad, are you an alien?”. I made a slithering sound and poor Phee burst in to tears. Being the sensitive dad that I am I reassured her that I wasn’t an alien but went on to convince her that her mum may be. I did this to such good effect the first thing she did when we got home was burst in to tears at the site of her mother before beseeching Rae not to eat her.

Father of the year stuff that was.