Entries Tagged 'being' ↓

I just bought me a ticket to see My Morning Jacket.

Bring on the RAWK!

We’ve got 5 new chickens, and said goodbye to an old one.

We’ve got the first flower ever on our banana palm.

We’ve seen blackbirds build a nest, raise their young, and teach them to fly right outside our kitchen window.

We’ve seen the Elk-horn in which the blackbirds nested fall to the ground not long after they left.

I’ve had a vasectomy, I’ve bought new shoes.

We’ve heard King Parrots calling to us, asking for seed.

We’ve had pigeons knock themselves out on the kitchen window.

We’ve taken our daughter to the chiropractor. Alot.

I’ve bought stupid toys that I’ll probably never use.

I have not broken 5 hours sleep for weeks, although it feels like years.

We’ve got friends who are thinking about moving out near us.

We’ve got friends who are moving out near us next week.

And I do not feel like writing about any of it.

We’ve just started watching Spaced again.

Loving it. But would you expect anything less? No.

For those who are about to knit, and those who are about to fry-up.

I give you - Bacon & Egg scarf

I am totally with Merlin on this one…

Whatever the hell this thing is, I wish I’d had access to it for the
first 35 years of my life.

(Via Photos from merlinmann.)

“They jump, M’Lord”

Dear Squozen,

You are so much sexier when you’re not being such an arse.

Remember that I still love you, and that subjectivity is King

gizo

In an effort to continue my elementary school reading level, I give you today:

Twitter seems to have gifted me a previously unreachable tee.

Tonight we drank Tahbilk Merlot with some Milawa Goat Camembert, which was totally scrumptious - white and creamy, with subtle hints of that goaty sharpness and odour.

Yum, and yay.

Re-blogging from 2006:

My girls came home today. and there was much rejoicing.

It’s almost harder to re-learn how to handle and manage a newborn than it was learning how to do it the first time round. I’ve become so accustomed to man-handling the Hardman - throwing nappies on him and having him help out with pushing arms through sleeves. He’s just so much more robust.

So far we’ve had 2 feeds at home, and some good sleeps (both Lola and Kymbo). I’ve enjoyed remembering the smells and sounds, and am actually looking forward to the midnight and 4am feeds, at least this once. The semi-coherent wakefulness, the dim lights, and the snuffling boob-hunter.

In other news - I drove past the Google-van the other day (the map is not updated yet), and Merlin keeps making me stop and think.

Now, dance!