Digs

it took a good six months of house-hunting before we finally found and bought our beautiful little house, just over two years ago. signing the contract was like signing our wedding certificate, i was so nervous on both occasions i'd be surprised if they were legible signatures on either of them.


the back yard is most definately our favourite room in the house and during the summer we practically live out there. there is nothing better than sitting out there on a lazy sunday afternoon, semi-clothed, sipping baileys on ice and soaking up the sun (being a queenslander i am partially solar-powered).


around six months ago the little old lady next door sold her house and a couple of months ago we were advised that an evil developer had acquired it and was applying to build three new units on it. not one, not two, but three. two double-storey units and one single-storey at the back. we then discovered that the middle unit will be entirely over-looking our back yard oasis. the original plans were rejected by the council, of which we were v. pleased about but the developer has taken the decision to VCAT (victorian civil and administrative tribunal) to try and get the decision over-turned. not much we can do about it for now but fingers crossed.

Plarrrsma

it has taken a little while, but we have finally caught up with all the jones's of the world. that's right, we are the proud new owners of a plasma tv (or plarrrsma tevelision as i prefer to call it). i can be damn impatient when it comes to gadgety things; i want them and i want them now. we were waiting for the painting of the lounge room to be finished which hubby finally got around to doing. saying that, i can't really complain as he does spend almost all weekend working on the house, while i'm out swishing it up at cocktail parties and the like...

but wait; but it doesn't stop there. i also managed to gently persuade (i've told you before; i don't nag) hubby to get foxtel installed. (or 'foxtail' as i was calling it after a few beers with lunch) i haven't had foxtail for many years and am absolutely chuffed that i no longer have to suffer through countless episodes of 'home and away'. (v. slim pickings; it was either 'futurama' and i don't do adult cartoons or some game show of which i don't do either)

i think he watches this 9-picture-in-1 sky thingy just because he can.

i'm surprised he managed to turn around after spending 48 hours in the one position.

Too Funny

i may end up on the couch tonight for this, but it was far too funny not to share. (besides, hubby is not excluded from my disclaimer) i was going through my photo's from the balinese-themed-nail-painting soirée and found this really cute litte one of sarndy. to my disgust, upon looking a little closer i found that it also included hubby's hairy butt crack in it. i have quite often commented on his 'plumber's bum' but i don't think he took much notice. until now. in all truth, i think he was a little revolted himself. v. funny though.

The Meat Packing Plant

another fun-filled, action-packed weekend has flown by and i'm kinda sitting here wondering what happened; last thing i remember it was friday afternoon and i was off to organise a barbie with a couple of friends.

a few of us gals (plus rob) went to a charity cocktail party on saturday night to raise money for the royal flying doctors. (a fantastic not-for-profit organisation) luckily for us (not rob) the money-raising was by a bachelor auction.

it was held in a warehouse style apartment and i have never seen so many single and gorgeous looking women in one place. there must've been 100 women and about 10 men; i kid you not. some of you may have seen The Bizarro Jerry episode (ie the meat packing plant) of Seinfeld? i'm not explaining if you haven't but it was like that! i might go back this weekend and see what happens there during the day...

not sure why she's doing the tiger gesture when it was zebra print but anyway...

the hunk o' spunk bachelors.

a few of the single and gorgeous women. oh, and slapsy.

moi, plus rob.

now, for this next section of my blog, i've been debating over the last few days as to whether i should dedicate an entire post to 'the chicken dance' or just spread them evenly throughout my posts as the time goes by. although it would be a greater honour to have an entire post dedicated to her, i've decided that it would be less detrimental to my new-found friendship with rosie if i spread them out.

a truly amazing sight the first time you witness the chicken dance.

and she looked so glamorous to start off with...

Caparoony

in some cases, it seems that once the ring is on the proverbial finger, it can cause the bearer to turn into a great big softy. after all, his nickname, cap, is derived from 'the captain of lurrrrrve'. not really sure how a barba-ma-que ended up in a balinese-themed-nail-painting soirée. but i'm not complaining though, i do enjoy the odd pampering.

a gathering of dandillians, wookiees and ewoks.

the rabbit-in-the-headlights-look says it all...

obviously mispelt; there should be an 'r' in there somewhere...

Snore-Cups...

In the wee hours of this morning, i witnessed a first and saw someone fall asleep with the hiccups. funnily enough, it sounded like you would imagine it would be. it went something like this:

"snooooorrrrrttttt, pffffffffft, HIC, snooooorrrrrttttt, pffffffffft, HIC"

and repeat...

given, this photo was taken some 9 months ago, and he had had a long day of present-opening and general christmas festivities but he does have a habit of falling asleep on the couch or whereever he can (particularly after part-taking in a few nightcaps). i admit that i could possibly be a light sleeper but it just gets so frustrating sometimes.

we'll quite often have an argument in the middle of the night:

me: "roll over"
me: (louder) "roll over, you're snoring" (gentle poke in the ribs)
him: "wha...?"
me: "roll over, you're snoring!" (kick in the legs)
him: "i'm not"
me: "ummmmm, yes you were"
him: "no, i wasn't"
me: "well, how the hell would you know; you were asleep?!?
him: "i wasn't!"
me: "i wouldn't be lying here right now wide awake if you weren't, would i?"
him: "i don't snore"

i'll tell you one thing; he's getting within a bees whisker of getting some sort of oesophagus operation...

Over The Hedge

ah, so little time, so much to blog about. i'm ecstatic i'm up and running again and boy oh boy do i have some fabulous pics to share.

a group of us went to the riva bar at the st kilda marina on froidee noight just for a few quiet drinks for lak's birthday and a bit of a general catch up. i have just figured out the new formula; riva = fantastic night...

before i take you through it, i'd just like to add this disclaimer; if you go on a night out with me and i have a little blue olympus camera with me, it is more than likely your mug (or fat head, slapsy) will end up on this blog.



firstly let me introduce you our very dear friend and serial-cleaner louie/lois/low-arse/poppet/victoria beckham/athol/hammy (she is very camera shy as you can see)


i'll just try and set the scene for you, it's about 1am and we've all had a great night, laughing, joking, dancing (some the chicken dance) and general revelling. while waiting for a cab, louie decided to take a step back and lean on the 'sturdy' hedge behind her. well, the rest is history and somehow (in complete hysterics) i managed to get in this shot of her flat on her back in the hedge.


NB: the brooch. she was very emossshional at this point. bet she'd rather set her hair on fire than see this photo again...

Black Fingernails and Plenty of Red Wine

no, i didn't forget about my beloved blog, i haven't been able to post any damn photo's for nearly three weeks now. not sure what the dilemma was but seems to be working now. pretty frustrating to say the least.

thea (aka slapsy) & i went to see Eskimo Joe a couple of weeks ago. i'm not a huge concert-goer, although i have gone to see cliff richard twice. hmmm, maybe i should keep some things to myself. but i thought it was pretty damn good. the music was fantastic.

our view from waaaaaaay up the back.

front row view; wish we hadn't been boozing in the bar when they came on stage...

in other news, august was ridiculously busy for us, no idea why. we haven't had a free weekend for 5 weeks so this weekend i am looking forward to pottering around the house in my ugg boots and possibly watching fox-tel that was supposed to be installed two weeks ago. and even more hopefully, watching it on our new plasma we'll purchasing when hubby finishes painting the lounge room.

you may remember our camping buddies, sarndy & crap, from a previous post. well, they got married on the 26th august. it was a stunning ceremony, beautiful blushing bride, great reception, hilarious speeches and all in all a great day.

slapsy & i; pre-wedding.

we spent a majority of the actual ceremony and reception joking about our new nicknames for the groomsmen, frodo and gandalf.

the wookiee and the ewok...

that's right, she had four drinks going at the one time. i wouldn't expect anything less...