Just sayin'

1. You see "shortcut", I see drive-way, my drive-way - which incidentally I, myself that is, as well as other family and friends drive up and down on. Frequently. With our vehicles.

2. Just because there are No Parking signs on every other lamp post doesn't mean that you can park in between!

3. Attn: Turning traffic - you do not have right of way - give way to straight going traffic! Attn: Straight-going traffic - you have right of way! Don't give way to turning traffic!! Blare your horn at them (both hands if you like) , and bowl on through!

4. Just because as the produce department of a Supermarket you make a "special" effort to provide "exotic" fruit and vege for foreign locals don't think that you're doing them a favour catering to them and their tastes! It's not a favour if the produce you're providing is rotten, mouldering, old, dry and generally nasty rubbish - you're just buying rubbish and then trying to re-sell said rubbish - at a profit!

Just sayin'......

The BestEST lame excuse - to top EVEN the Best lame excuse. EVER

This morning I heard the children in the lounge watching tv. EARLY in the morning. I came through to find the boys, wrapped in their individual "blankies", lounging in chairs around the room.

Me: (In a stern voice) Boys, do you not remember what Daddy said would happen if you came out of your room....?

Monk: But I wasn't really here....

Ah yes. Sorry. Clearly it was your astral self.

BEST lame excuse. EVER.

Yesterday we heard screaming from the lounge. Fuzz ran to the lounge. It was Jonsta who was screaming. He informed Dad that his older brother Monk had BIT him on the shoulder to which Monk immediately replied:

"But I didn't mean to!"

The first EVER accidental shoulder biting incident methinks.

An eye for an eye....? OR....Communal living....?

This morning the Monkster accidentally kicked his rugby ball over the fence into the neighbour's property. Yes, those neighbours. Living in the "condemned" house. At first my moral compass kicked right in and I just told him tough - either ask for it back or suck it up. But then ...... I had a wee think to myself. I thought of ALL the times those people have come through and onto our property. Whenever they like to. Whether we are here or not. And I found myself thinking - Why shouldn't he just hop the fence and get it back himself?! - After all, when in Rome.....do as...RIGHT?! So I walk on outside and tell him to just hop the fence and go get it back himself. He was a bit anxious - they currently have THREE rather than their usual two annoying, yappy, constantly barking dogs. Also he tried to keep his brother and I quiet - worried that the neighbours would come out and discover what was going on.

Good old Mummy - I reassured him, saying, "Don't worry. If they give you a hard time just say - you come over to our place ALL THE TIME. I thought it was reciprocal."

(I also had a moment of genius this morning where I thought of the idea to suggest to the neighbours that we should just scrap this whole idea of new/mending fences and get rid of the fences all together! What with them passing through constantly, disposing of their rubbish/junk and coming over and moving stuff - practically a commune already - right?! This would be done in the hopes that the mere suggestion of such an idea would fill them with inexpressible horror - as the mere thought does for me!)

Healthy eating Utopia!

Tonight I did some "MacGyver"-style cooking with some left over slow-cooked venison - ended up with this delicioso layered Roti, Venison, Vege and Cream Cheese "pie"....er,...thingee... (see below).

Monk and I had the following conversation as we consumed this sumptuous dish:

Monk: I wish the whole world was made of broccoli....so then we could eat it!

Me: Yes

Monk: Annnnnnd it would be cool if, after we finished eating our dinner (read broccoli here), our plates and knives and forks and spoons turned to broccoli so we could eat them too!

Me: Yes. Broccoli. And cream cheese. We need our dairy.

Top FIVE clues....

...that YOU, our entertaining neighbours, threw your bread crusts over the fence:

5. In the past you've thrown over an old tape deck and a broom handle, just to name a few...what's a little bread?

4. You regularly throw your junk/rubbish over on our side - it's not a huge leap of logic.

3. You litter. On our side of the fence. Regularly - let's face it - you probably litter on your side of the fence too.

2. It wasn't us.

1. White bread, White bread, WHITE bread!!!!!!!!!

....I want my MTV......!

....I love how people seem to think that us crafty genius types can just whip up an amigurumi (crochet doll/soft toy) for next to nothing - $20?! No really, it's a real compliment - it says something regarding how resourceful you perceive us to be - seriously - $20 - that's BELOW shoe-string, isn't it?

How exactly are people estimating these prices - that's what I'd like to know. Let's talk about your job for a second here. Just exactly how much do you get paid to do whatever it is that you do...., hmmmmmmm? How much do you get paid PER hour? And - just keeping that figure in mind - how many hours do you think, just roughly, it would take to create one of these crocheted snugglies? Hmmmmmmm? But perhaps that is the wrong question to ask.....perhaps I should be asking rather just how long do you think it would take you to make such an item? Well.....? I bet you'd like to be paid for e.v.e.r.y s.i.n.g.l.e o.n.e of those hours - wouldn't you? Not to mention materials - that is the 5 plus different shades it takes to create this little creature and give it hair, spots, facial features - eyes, nose, mouth, ears, general detail.....

Just some food for thought.....