A picture says a thousand words..

As long as it's viewed while reading along with yesterday's post...

Focaccia's Masterpiece:


Now she's onto her next masterpiece I might auction her first one (comeplete with scratched up files - you never know what goodies you might find in them) on Ebay.


The birthday dinner


...I mean the birthday dinner... (note plate full of offending prawn heds in the background in close proximity to the instigator of the prawn head puppet show


More Birthday dinner...and shining examples of mature dinner table behaviour - although there was reference here to the two bogan brothers from "We could be Heroes" (that recent mocumentry on the ABC)


The birthday boy

Smell My Finger and other exciting tales

I should have set a better example to myself by blogging more often - I only started this thing last week and already I let it fall down low on my to do list! It's not that I don't love ya Kel, it's just that my fun computer time is far less now that I've rejoined the rat race and the last thing I kinda want to do is be on a computer at night after sitting in front of one all day. But this blog isn't about work so that's all about that for now.

So, let me tell you what's really happening...starting with the right here and now....

Focaccia is driving me insane...she won't use her scratching post and instead chooses to scratch the still packed boxes in the computer room here - check this out:

And now she's starting on a new one.

It's a pain cause she especially loves to come into the study and work on her masterpiece either while I am at the computer or at some time in the middle of the night when the house is sleeping.

I guess it's our fault for not unpacking all the boxes when we moved!

I had all these photos to post but blogger won't play my the game by my rules and you know how I like to get my own way. I'm going to bed. I'll just post photos tomorrow and you can have fun going back to today's post and trying to match where they fit!

Oh and so you can do the puzzle with all the pieces I was going to include a couple fo photos from Matt's bday dinner last weekend. We went to a great Greek taverna to reminise about our time in Athens last year. We took a table full of very mature, well behaved friends who entertained the birhday boy by wearing prawn heads on their fingers then playing "smell my finger" and ensuring that one prawn head always ended up in close proximity to Ms C! Hinarious.

Night night love B x

PS Still no desire to spell check...you love it but.

Computers suck

Dear Kel,

So I was all excited and ready to get online last night and write the very first entry in my blog dedicated to keeping in touch with you...the computer however had other ideas. Somehow it temporarily wouldn't allow me to access any site on the web other than the web providers. Hmm...I am a conspiracist at heart, as you know, so I am wondering what conspiracies were at play here.

Anyway I wasted 15 minutes of precious sleep time on the phone waiting for the tech support monkeys to pick up the phone - which they never did. But just like magic when I logged on tonite it was all there. Computers suk.

The other thing that didn't go according to plan today was my photo taking. "Take photos of stuff you get up to during the day so I can see" you told me the other day on the phone. So I dutifully packed my camera into my handbag earlier this week. I got it out at lunch time ready to take a picture but alas (like the battery in my old mobile) the batteries were flat! And what a shame it was too.

This being my first football season in Melbourne, and me being fortunate enough to see my team in the Grand Final for the first time in almost a decade, I scored myself a convenient city based meeting whose end co-incided with my lunch hour whose start coincided with the start of the annual Grand Final parade.

The Grand Final Parade - it's out of this world! Outside of the Olympics I have never seen a city and it's tourists care so much about sport! And where, pray tell, have all these Sydney fans been for the past couple of years? In all the years I lived in Sydney I never saw so many fans yet here in Melbourne they number in the 10s of thousands.

Whoever thought I could be a footy tragic?! Ali, that's who! She proudly held her banner high in honour of our teams super star player and she roused on me for not holding my side of the banner straight enough and for being shy and not being tragic enough! I even got int trouble for being considerate of the little kids whose pushy Mum's whispered behind our backs "don't worry kids these people in front of you will give up their spots for you". Now, I love kids, as you know Kel, but it's not my fault my tragic footy friend got to the parade barrier before anyone else in the city did while Mum behind us was late. People can be so presumptuous.

So anyway back to the photo debarkle. I wanted to take photos. I couldn't cause of the battery. The kids next to us got on the telly. I told ALi not to let me be seen on the telly coz I was too embarrassed. Actually the real reason was cause I wondered what my work colleagues would think I was doing so far away from the office during my lunch "hour"!

OK, I had heaps more to tlel you but the 15 minutes of sleep I lost last night to the ISP support monkeys has caught up with me.

Yawn (oops I hope this post didn't make you yawn!)

Miss you.

Love B xxx

PS This post is so long I can't be bothered to check for spelling stuff...not that I ever usually bother anyway...

Dear Kel

When I spoke to you on my way home from work the other day you told me I should include more in my other blog....well fooey to you that blog is for craft. This here new blog is just for you but!

Love B