For my drama homework I have to study a person and the way they walk and talk and behave for a week. When I got home I told Dad about it. We were talking and Dad said would it be like stalking? Then i said not really.
Dad then said maybe I should write you a note, and i was like what? And he said “Dear Ms Tobias, Ashleigh couldn’t finish her drama homework as she had a restraining order put on her.” Mum thought this was very funny.
Here’s an image I made for the front of a card to farewell my graduating catechetics class :
Sad news in the Parlevliet house. Our 1975 HJ Premier is no longer on the road. There’s a lot of bits and pieces she needs done, needs new brakes and calipers, has some significant panel rust that needs work. We had been toying with the possibility of fixing her up properly, a full cut back and fill and respray, sort out the mechanical issues over the next 12 months, but the final nail in the coffin was body rust in the chassis rails and other places that will just be too expensive to fix, if they even can be.
It’s a sad day for us. As I drove her for the last time today, my heart ached for such a classic old girl, part of me cried out ‘No, I changed my mind!!’ but there’s just too much to do for us to be able to afford to restore her. She’s got just shy of 495000 on the clock. So close….
Haven’t decided yet whether to wreck it or just sell it whole. Mark knows a guy who races HQs, he can use the doors off a HJ if there’s no significant rust, so if we wreck her we can at least be sure that part of her will have a respectable fate :)
Meanwhile, I now have a 95 Lancer that we got from our trusted mechanic so it’s as good as a 13 year old car can be, is plenty roomy for a little car and that’s all I need, and will be cheaper on petrol than the HJ was on gas. But it’s just not the same is it?
We were talking over dinner about how you age wine, and how to brew beer and stuff. I was saying how it brews fastest in the barrel if you keep it at around 25 degrees, which is room temperature. The problem being of course that unless you are going to wrap it in an electric blanket you have to do it inside, and your wife might object cos it smells a bit funky. Connor pipes in with “You’d have to chuck your wife out.”
I’d like to claim bragging rights for us :
We are four people with a small (vege) garden, using less water per day than a ‘typical’ two person household with no garden at all. Go us!
The day before my birthday we were chatting idly, and Monique says “So…35 tomorrow…”
“Oh OK”, says Ash. “I won’t have to wear tights under my dress”
Nothing like kids to give you a bit of mental whiplash!
We’re going on a road trip for Easter, more specifically a Great Ocean Road trip :)
We’re ditching all our responsibilities, Easter masses will cope without us, families and friends can see us another time, the grass can grow and the household to do list can remain undone, cos we are having some time away from it all. Pics and stories after Easter!
Our calendar at home has said ‘busy’ on the 21st of December, so I suspected something was on, although Monique had dodged the question pretty well. So while wondered vaguely who it was that was busy, Monique had organised my Christmas present - a trip to Spamalot, as well as a night at a hotel, and the kids to stay over at Mark and Bern’s for the night. They had originally organised it as a total suprise, Mon was going to knock of work early and pick me up without telling me where we were going, but then they decided on Thursday night that the kids wanted to give me the present too.
The secret was really well kept, Mon had packed for us, and the kids had packed and shipped their stuff over to Mark and Bern’s earlier in the week, and I was oblivious. Even Beccy had kept the secret from me when I picked Ash up on Wednesday.
We had a really great night, it’s so good to stop and really spend time just with each other, and you don’t get to do that in the normal week, even if you do sit down together you’re just so wrecked from work and parenting. It’s good to take yourself out of ‘reality’ for a while and reconnect with each other.
We had dinner at 1884 Wine and Steak Bar in Little Bourke St, good food and friendly staff, then after the gut bustingly funny show, we pretended to be grownups and went back to our room at the hotel.
It was a great night, hope your Christmas is half as good as that!
A week or so ago, me and the scouts were going to the Bayswater Roller rink. At about 9 though, I fell and broke my wrist. It hurt and I was hysterical. The staff called the ambulance, when they got there they gave me the magic whistle to take away the pain and it made me feel funny. Of course, being me, I would find a way to break a bone at a harmless scout activity at a roller rink.
We had to go back to the specialist yesterday to make sure the bone was in place still - otherwise I’d have to have surgery to get it wired. Fortunately it was and I get the cast off the week after new years.
