Tuesday 30 September 2014

That's the way the cookie crumbles ...

So we drove the 969.6 kilometres from home to Melbourne … with much hope and anticipation for a great game of footy and … hopefully … a win.

The weather was brilliant … which you don't always get in Melbourne … trust me.  I lived there for three years so I'm allowed to say that.


The boys were excited and filled with hopeful smiles.


But alas it was not to be.  We got neither a great game of footy nor a win.

Those smiles did not last long.


The Swans played poorly … less than poorly … and Hawthorn played spectacularly well … more than spectacularly well.  The result was obvious before the first quarter was over.  So well played Hawthorn … you deserved it.


The ground looked spectacular … and was close to capacity … 99,454 to be exact.

And out of all those people … those 99,454 people … we had the misfortune to be seated behind this one.


So I thought I would take this opportunity … to write him an open letter … just in case he happens to read this blog.  Who am I kidding I doubt he knows how to read … (oops did I say that out loud?)

Dear Mr 15,

Despite your frequent and vocal suggestions throughout the game, neither me nor my children have any intention of engaging in sexual relations with Buddy Franklin.  And in spite of your loud and constant recommendations that me and/or my children engage in sexual relations with the entire Sydney Swans team … I will also have to decline.  (Though if Brett Kirk still played I may be a little more tempted.)

Instead I will make a suggestion to you.  Your team played a fantastic game of football … they won the Grand Final.  This should make you happy, ecstatic even … it's a logical conclusion.  It should not inspire hate, vitriol and venom.  I suggest you take a good hard look at yourself, take a chill pill and smile.

Have a nice day.

Regards
Jo 

Oh well … you win some … you lose some … good days … bad days … they all end the same.



Sunday 28 September 2014

A picture's worth 1000 words … week 39 ...

A photo a day … every day … in 2014.


Day 264:  Blossoms and blue sky.



Day 265:  Meet Ewan McGregor.



Day 266:  The Banksia roses are blooming.



Day 267:  It's starting to look a lot like summer.



Day 268:  Stranded on the motorway in a hail storm … not fun!!


Day 269:  Road trippin'.




Day 270:  The MCG was looking good … but there was NOTHING pretty about what followed!

Wednesday 24 September 2014

Cheer, cheer the red and the white ...

It's September … and in this house of football tragics that means the excitement of football finals.

Despite having been banned from attending any games earlier in the season … due to the uncanny coincidence that had the Sydney Swans losing every time I was there … I donned my lucky red shoes last Friday and headed off to the game.


Did I ever mention that once I stopped going to the games the Swans won 12 straight??  Just a coincidence I'm sure!?!?

But last Friday it was the Preliminary Final … and the winner would be straight into the Grand Final … so I took the chance that the power of my lucky red shoes was greater than the power of my jinxy hex and off I went.

And they won … easily.

So now ... the little issue of the Grand Final … which is held in Melbourne … which is a long way from home on the New South Wales Central Coast.  And let's not forget that Hubby has only just returned from three weeks overseas … where he went through a lot of money … and Grand Final tickets are EXPENSIVE.

But as I suspected all these "minor" issues are quickly forgotten by Hubby when his team is in the GRAND FINAL.

Tickets were sought … and obtained … the credit card is heaving under the weight … and we have a weekend road trip to endure enjoy!


Winners will be grinners … but it's going to be a loooooong trip home if we lose!!

Sunday 21 September 2014

A picture's worth 1000 words … week 38 ...

A photo a day … every day … in 2014.


Day 257:  Party time.



Day 258:  Haircut at last.



Day 259:  Daisies.



Day 260:  Master 14 gets his daily chocolate intake.



Day 261:  Car wash.



Day 262:  Someone was made 2015 School Captain and a certain Mother is proud as punch.



Day 263:  Panic picture taken five minutes before midnight.

Saturday 20 September 2014

News Update ...

It's official … I'm a slack blogger!

But let me take this opportunity to play a little bit of catch up.

Hubby left for New York … WITHOUT ME … spent three weeks there …WITHOUT ME ... and then came back … surprisingly without me.

He's been complaining and moaning about tiredness and jet lag ever since ... but I think he needs to suck it up … because he spent three weeks in New York … WITHOUT ME!!



Buster got hairier and hairier …


Until I finally took him to a groomer and got it all cut off … well except for that bit on his right ear.


Master 17 had his yearly exams … which he didn't stress about at all … which as usual stressed me greatly!  We await the results with baited breath!

In other Master 17 news … something wonderful happened … something amazing … something that made me the proudest mother of all time!

He was offered the position of 2015 School Captain!!!

Which he enthusiastically accepted … of course.

Where he gets his motivation, drive and initiative is a mystery  … because it's basically the opposite of me … but I'm incredibly grateful and proud.



His co-captain is one of his best friends … which just makes the whole story even more perfect.


Yep … we are a very happy family indeed.


Sunday 14 September 2014

A picture's worth 1000 words … week 37 ...

A photo a day … every day … in 2014.


Day 250:  By the light … of the silvery iPad.



Day 251:  Small dog requires groomer urgently.



Day 252:  Him.



Day 253:  Once in a blue moon.



Day 254:  Buster performs a reverse inward pike, with a degree of difficulty of 3.5 … entry could be a problem!



Day 255:  Just me wasting time … doing that thing I like doing.



Day 256:  A little springtime glimpse of the garden.

Sunday 7 September 2014

A picture's worth 1000 words … week 36 ...

A photo a day … every day … in 2014.


Day 243:  Spring is just around the corner … I've got the proof.



Day 244:  Pretty little weed!



Day 245:  Ladybird, ladybird … fly away home.



Day 246:  Someone is just a little bit happy about getting their braces off.



Day 247:  Windy day = pine cones.



Day 248:  Nothing like a relaxed lunch at the pub to ease you into the weekend.



Day 249:  My sister gave me an incy wincy little Buster … what's more … she made it herself!