Holi Daze

Holy Shit I love being on holidays.
The squalor, the loafing, the wet ponytail, the bare feet.
It is sublime.


We have been down South enjoying the beach & summer. Sleeeeeeeeping like imbecciles & drinking too much. From the bed in the Winniebago I watched Kangaroo's graze and scratch. I squealed at a wild baby bunny hopping, full of vermin cuteness. I listened to the rain through the night & ABC radio. Ate lollies for breakfast & a "Barry Sandwich" for dinner (Rissole straight from the open fire & chips squished between bread & lashed with BBQ sauce). I met dogs named Choco, Axle, Bingo & Roxy. I sat on the sand & watched my husband swim in his new Mambo boardies, hoping he didn't get taken by a Great White. I watched stingrays being hand-fed in a crystal blue bay & clapped at such a spectacle! I shoppped in gorgeous seaside towns. Buying important things like buttons, a painting & a second hand denim mini. I stood under a gigantic Morton Bay Fig tree & hugged an enormous branch that splayed majestically to the ground. It stood so wise & old. I soaked up it's history and wished it could tell a story or disclose one of it's many secrets.

The best part of my holiday is that I'm only half way done.

Goodbye 2006. Hello 2007.
May you be as delightful and delicious as a Barry Sandwich.

Mad Season

Merry Christmas friends. Enjoy your holidays.......

I hope everybody wakes up Christmas morning, Pregnant.

With Quads.

High Elf Esteem

After seeing this on Heather's blog I couldn't resist.
A little elf humour is definately appropriate.


http://www.elfyourself.com/?userid=00bb4a17ec8caceb8fe7e13G06121800


Check it.

Fat Chance.

Most of us have started a diet at some point in our lives. They are NO fun. But if they work...the results are wonderful.
I have watched my brother diet for the past few months, marvelling at his willpower & amazed at his weight loss. He has spent a lot of money & done all the right things and is now being rewarded for his effort.

Then I started thinking......Hypothetically......imagine if he woke up tomorrow morning & by some cruel twist of fate & certainly no fault of his own, all the kilo's he'd lost were now stacked back on his frame?
How would he feel?
Would he be able to accept the setback, square up his shoulders, brush of the disappointment & begin all over again with a new diet? Even if he knew his new efforts could also be reversed somewhere down the track & wake up fat AGAIN?

IVF. Surely the greatest gamble/kick in the face/triumph.

It's a great day that you begin...like a new diet. You are Pumped. Ready to face the onslaught. You are a fighter in training. You shell out the money. You play by the rules. You dream of the results. But then it might fail. And you wake up one morning back at square one. How do you face doing it all again? Never knowing if the repeated effort over & over will ever harvest a result?

Is there anything else in life like it?
I'm thinking about our girl Thayla Thalia. How will she back up? How do any of us back up?

Someone on a diet may dream of a slim, flat tummy.
But who would trade that for the IVF dream? A huge, stretched, fat gut.
Full of future.
Full of miracle.
Full of life.

We Be Jummin'

I admit I am a late starter with this "Music" gig. Oh I have always loved music & dancing & singing & air guitaring. But to actually "Make Music" with an instrument.......it's a whole new world.
And a world I like very much.
My husband has always had guitars & dabbled in bands when he was younger. I love to listen to him play. I admire anyone with a musical talent. So imagine my surprise when I discover that I had an "Inner Drummer" buried within me screaming to get out!
I love the drums. I play them frequently & I am learning so much from my husband.
Like a couple of teenagers, we spend hours holed up in our soundproof shed affectionately called "The Bunker" belting out tunes....and then some.
We often have friends over who also bring their instruments & plug in the amps. It's a riot.

So blogging has taken a back seat. I don't have much to say anyway......and who can hear me over my 4 beat & drumroll anyway?

...........Rock on ladies.