Yesterday a little boy plonked himself in my lap.
Not unusual.... until I feel a rumble.
Cheeky little kid farted on me then blamed the little girl next to us.
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Monday, August 30, 2010
More noise please!
Life is a constant cycle of routines but by no means mundane. I make my own fun.
And fun it was.
I went to collect the mail as per usual. Thankfully I had the good sense to change out of my pjs. Walking back down the driveway, ripping open the mail and making faces at the bills, I get to the front door and yes, clever me somehow managed to lock myself out.
Slight panic sets in. Grasping the door handle for all its worth I start shaking it whilst shoving and pushing at the door. It's around this time I wish my secret power was Telekinesis instead of working at "Magic Pocket".
I'm bright and good at problem solving yet not bright enough to not lock myself out, I went next door to see if I could borrow their phone. No one home, *breathe* its ok. I start walking up the driveway and thankfully see the lady across the road throwing out her rubbish. Like a crazy person I run up to her, waving my mail in her face explaining my ordeal. I did say *slight panic*. After convincing her to lend me her phone I rang the husband to rescue me.
In the husband's mind he's thinking I'm just out to score a free lunch treat.
Nevertheless he said he'd make the trek home to save me.
Time on my hands... Brain in overdrive... Adrenaline pumping... a little idea flashes in me.
The neighbour on the left side of my place has his front door open. I proceed to now explain my ordeal again whilst animatedly pointing at his wheelie bin, his fence in his backyard and my house. He agrees and goes into his house to find his keys to unlock the side gate. Coming back he's re-thought his decision. With caution he starts probing me with questions to verify if I really live there.
Times have changed and unfortunately I'm no exception. We really don't know much about our neighbours.
So here I am standing on some guys lawn, who I now know as Irwin, trying to answer questions about my neighbours who I don't know and funnily enough he doesn't know either. I can see the lack of trust in him towards me. Some crazy girl talking in hyper speed pointing towards his wheelie bin with bed hair, it's all very convincing. *Not*
Minutes pass, I can tell I'm losing the uphill battle. And it hits me. He must know, gosh the dude ten houses down must too. MY HUSBAND PLAYS THE DRUMS!!! (Usually in the evenings) On Saturday we make even more noise because people from church have worship prac at my place. We've got keys, guitar, drums and singers. Were you home on Saturday between 4 and 6??
A smile, a chuckle and a nod.
Then came the hard task of looking fear in the face... Heights!
Here I am shaking like a leaf on top of a wheelie bin, holding onto the fence for dear life trying to persuade myself to just get one leg up. Finally after much self-convincing I swing myself over the fence and land on the chair Irwin gives me to throw over the fence to lessen the distance.
*Hi fives* with Irwin - it was duly called for. I run into the courtyard. My lovely husband has a knack for not locking up. It drives me crazy. I'm always harping on about how important it is to lock all the doors so we don't get robbed. Today was the exception, I have never loved this habit more.
FREEDOM!!! Take That!!!
Like all good stories, there's always something to take away from it.
- Take my keys with me regardless.
- God is Great!
- And to the worship team - big hugs all round.
**On a side note: I diligently lock all doors and have no problem with using a cricket bat on robbers.
B and E is fun!!
And fun it was.
I went to collect the mail as per usual. Thankfully I had the good sense to change out of my pjs. Walking back down the driveway, ripping open the mail and making faces at the bills, I get to the front door and yes, clever me somehow managed to lock myself out.
Slight panic sets in. Grasping the door handle for all its worth I start shaking it whilst shoving and pushing at the door. It's around this time I wish my secret power was Telekinesis instead of working at "Magic Pocket".
I'm bright and good at problem solving yet not bright enough to not lock myself out, I went next door to see if I could borrow their phone. No one home, *breathe* its ok. I start walking up the driveway and thankfully see the lady across the road throwing out her rubbish. Like a crazy person I run up to her, waving my mail in her face explaining my ordeal. I did say *slight panic*. After convincing her to lend me her phone I rang the husband to rescue me.
In the husband's mind he's thinking I'm just out to score a free lunch treat.
Nevertheless he said he'd make the trek home to save me.
Time on my hands... Brain in overdrive... Adrenaline pumping... a little idea flashes in me.
The neighbour on the left side of my place has his front door open. I proceed to now explain my ordeal again whilst animatedly pointing at his wheelie bin, his fence in his backyard and my house. He agrees and goes into his house to find his keys to unlock the side gate. Coming back he's re-thought his decision. With caution he starts probing me with questions to verify if I really live there.
Times have changed and unfortunately I'm no exception. We really don't know much about our neighbours.
So here I am standing on some guys lawn, who I now know as Irwin, trying to answer questions about my neighbours who I don't know and funnily enough he doesn't know either. I can see the lack of trust in him towards me. Some crazy girl talking in hyper speed pointing towards his wheelie bin with bed hair, it's all very convincing. *Not*
Minutes pass, I can tell I'm losing the uphill battle. And it hits me. He must know, gosh the dude ten houses down must too. MY HUSBAND PLAYS THE DRUMS!!! (Usually in the evenings) On Saturday we make even more noise because people from church have worship prac at my place. We've got keys, guitar, drums and singers. Were you home on Saturday between 4 and 6??
A smile, a chuckle and a nod.
Then came the hard task of looking fear in the face... Heights!
Here I am shaking like a leaf on top of a wheelie bin, holding onto the fence for dear life trying to persuade myself to just get one leg up. Finally after much self-convincing I swing myself over the fence and land on the chair Irwin gives me to throw over the fence to lessen the distance.
*Hi fives* with Irwin - it was duly called for. I run into the courtyard. My lovely husband has a knack for not locking up. It drives me crazy. I'm always harping on about how important it is to lock all the doors so we don't get robbed. Today was the exception, I have never loved this habit more.
FREEDOM!!! Take That!!!
Like all good stories, there's always something to take away from it.
- Take my keys with me regardless.
- God is Great!
- And to the worship team - big hugs all round.
**On a side note: I diligently lock all doors and have no problem with using a cricket bat on robbers.
B and E is fun!!
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Ours was a great love affair
For years I've been seeing you.
You were a constant in my life.
I could rely on you.
Be happy and satisfied after I saw you.
But it's all changed. I thought it was me. That after Japan I changed.
So I gave you one more chance. And I know now it's not just because of me.
YOU'VE CHANGED.
Goodbye Takas.
You were a constant in my life.
I could rely on you.
Be happy and satisfied after I saw you.
But it's all changed. I thought it was me. That after Japan I changed.
So I gave you one more chance. And I know now it's not just because of me.
YOU'VE CHANGED.
Goodbye Takas.
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Quality
My husband tells me often that I'm The Bestest Wife Ever - I'm the only wife he's ever had. I take care of him, provide tasty nutritious hot meals, grow some of my own vegetables and herbs, keep the house clean and I do the laundry. Most importantly I give unlimited Hugs and Smoos.
I've got the routine down pat.
Dinner is served, eaten and cleared by 7:15ish. The vacuuming is done once a week and the laundry 2-3 times per week.
The husband loves it clean - so I deliver, so much that today I washed his Noise Canceling Earphones in the washing machine for an hour long cycle. The fancy earphones he bought and claims protect his hearing when he drums and cancels out the noise of everybody else on the way to work. By fancy earphones I mean expensive earphones.
Thankfully they still work and by work I mean I plugged them in and started breathing again when I heard noise come out of them. Sometimes it pays to buy quality.
I really AM The Bestest Wife Ever!
Although, today the husband didn't say it out loud.
:(
I've got the routine down pat.
Dinner is served, eaten and cleared by 7:15ish. The vacuuming is done once a week and the laundry 2-3 times per week.
The husband loves it clean - so I deliver, so much that today I washed his Noise Canceling Earphones in the washing machine for an hour long cycle. The fancy earphones he bought and claims protect his hearing when he drums and cancels out the noise of everybody else on the way to work. By fancy earphones I mean expensive earphones.
Thankfully they still work and by work I mean I plugged them in and started breathing again when I heard noise come out of them. Sometimes it pays to buy quality.
I really AM The Bestest Wife Ever!
Although, today the husband didn't say it out loud.
:(
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