It has been a long time since a last "blogged" probably for the same reason I was reluctant to start in the first place.
I feel the need...
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Friday, January 30, 2009
Little House of Horrors
Last night was pretty bad... on a few levels.
Losing power from midnight to 8am wasn't great - especially in a house that is still smoking from the day's heat. I guess the cooling appliances got to have a night off - lucky them!
Prior to that though, we had a few "house guests" that I don't recall inviting, or even allowing entrance. The first w
as a Huntsman Spider. It was huge. I have lived here on and off for the last 11 or so years and this guy matched what I've seen before - though I haven't seen one this large for quite some time. It's the kind of size that requires effort to find a vessel big enough to catch it in. This guy's legs spanned at least 15cm. Not many people actually believe me when I demonstrate how big they get out here. Needless to say, it was quickly recognised that he had outstayed his non-exsistant welcome and was removed as quickly as he had arrived.
Not too much later, we decided it was bed-time. After much preparation in trying to make the bedroom conducive to sleeping (for those non-Adeladian readers, it's reaching mid 40s during the days and cooling to a 'chilly' 30 overnight), we settled down for some shut eye. I had just turned off my bedside light but was still given some light by Andy's mobile phone as he went through his "bedtime routine". Thankfully, I still had my eyes open - if I had not, we m
ay have had this next guest all night. An odd shadow was flying around our room - and if it were a moth, it would've given the last guest a run for his money on the "oversized for species" department. No... it was a bat... Again, not an unheard of occurance here, but still adding to our "eventful" evening. After some crafty catching techniques from "Batman" (aka my brave husband), normality was restored.
Five minutes later, the power cut out - for what turned out to be the entire night...
Losing power from midnight to 8am wasn't great - especially in a house that is still smoking from the day's heat. I guess the cooling appliances got to have a night off - lucky them!
Prior to that though, we had a few "house guests" that I don't recall inviting, or even allowing entrance. The first w
as a Huntsman Spider. It was huge. I have lived here on and off for the last 11 or so years and this guy matched what I've seen before - though I haven't seen one this large for quite some time. It's the kind of size that requires effort to find a vessel big enough to catch it in. This guy's legs spanned at least 15cm. Not many people actually believe me when I demonstrate how big they get out here. Needless to say, it was quickly recognised that he had outstayed his non-exsistant welcome and was removed as quickly as he had arrived.Not too much later, we decided it was bed-time. After much preparation in trying to make the bedroom conducive to sleeping (for those non-Adeladian readers, it's reaching mid 40s during the days and cooling to a 'chilly' 30 overnight), we settled down for some shut eye. I had just turned off my bedside light but was still given some light by Andy's mobile phone as he went through his "bedtime routine". Thankfully, I still had my eyes open - if I had not, we m
ay have had this next guest all night. An odd shadow was flying around our room - and if it were a moth, it would've given the last guest a run for his money on the "oversized for species" department. No... it was a bat... Again, not an unheard of occurance here, but still adding to our "eventful" evening. After some crafty catching techniques from "Batman" (aka my brave husband), normality was restored.Five minutes later, the power cut out - for what turned out to be the entire night...
Monday, January 26, 2009
They're back...
Teletubbies are back. UGH... Probably due to the un-warranted success of their latest jaunt, In the Night Garden.
I'm still not a fan.
I caught Mr E watching it this morning. He said, "Look Mummy, the Jelly-beans are jumping!" Need I say more?
I'm still not a fan.
I caught Mr E watching it this morning. He said, "Look Mummy, the Jelly-beans are jumping!" Need I say more?
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Thank God for Strawberries
A friend of mine suggested that we entertain our children for an hour or so by picking strawberries at the Beerenberg Strawberry Farm in Hahndorf. My first reaction was, "Oh yeah, that sounds like a good idea", however then I pictured the scenario... Trying to get Mr E to pick strawberries without eating them... hmmm... suddenly the idea turned into a nightmare and I decided that this would not be a positive expereince for anyone involved. Upon declining the offer, my friend enlightened me to that fact that there was a small entrance fee, allowing you to consume as many strawberries as you liked but any that you wish to leave with, you must pay for by the kg. Ah-ha! BRILLIANT!
Mr E and his friend, Miss H took excellent advantage of this great offer, consuming their mothers' $3 worth (not to mention their mothers also taking advantage of that same $3 - that's right, children are free entry!!!) and a wonderful morning was had by all!
There really is just one thing left to say...
Thank God for strawberries!
Monday, November 17, 2008
The Dictionary of Mr E (mark 3)
err moffs: ear muffs
Compulsary attire when playing the drums with Daddy or riding on the lawn mower - some of Mr E's favourite things to do.
(Also the name he gives to a newborn friend, Amos.)
kaw-fif: fork-lift
another of Mr E's passions.
Compulsary attire when playing the drums with Daddy or riding on the lawn mower - some of Mr E's favourite things to do.
(Also the name he gives to a newborn friend, Amos.)
kaw-fif: fork-lift
another of Mr E's passions.
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Encounter with the Pobblebonk
The saga of the outside steps continues. It has been severly delayed since it was this same job that caused me to lose my fingernail (see "Taimi vs the axe" blog). So we got back to it, finally, though today's interruption was due to an encounter with a Pobblebonk. What's a Pobblebonk?
This is a Pobblebonk, aka Bullfrog or Eastern Banjo Frog... NOT a cane toad as I must confess cross my mind at first. It was about 6cm long, had warty skin and was all around pretty gross looking so you must understand my early conclusion.
Anyway, we made friends, then let it go a little closer to the creek where I think it meant to be!
This is a Pobblebonk, aka Bullfrog or Eastern Banjo Frog... NOT a cane toad as I must confess cross my mind at first. It was about 6cm long, had warty skin and was all around pretty gross looking so you must understand my early conclusion.
Anyway, we made friends, then let it go a little closer to the creek where I think it meant to be!The Dictionary of Mr E (mark 2)
big sweep: big sleep
regardless of whether he actually sleeps, upon rising from his bed, he always declares "I had a big sweep!"
he hoo ha (said stacatto): there you are
One of Mr E's first attempts at stringing words together. It was said in reference to finding something, but also when he was extremely excited to receive a "special treat"
yawn mowyer: lawn mower
Mr E is currently totally obsessed with lawn mowers. We see and hear them everywhere! But he is particularly interested in ride-ons
regardless of whether he actually sleeps, upon rising from his bed, he always declares "I had a big sweep!"
he hoo ha (said stacatto): there you are
One of Mr E's first attempts at stringing words together. It was said in reference to finding something, but also when he was extremely excited to receive a "special treat"
yawn mowyer: lawn mower
Mr E is currently totally obsessed with lawn mowers. We see and hear them everywhere! But he is particularly interested in ride-ons
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