Wednesday, 30 September 2009

Big, Black and Hairy

I'm not talking about me here, or anyone else that I may know who has a profusion of body hair.  I'm talking about gorillas.  Or, rather, guerilla to be more precise.  Uni work just wasn't cutting it for me this afternoon, so I made up a handful of these little guys and I'm going to be distributing them around Amsterdam in the next little while.  In library books, in bicycle baskets, anywhere that anyone can find my little piece of guerilla art and get a kick from it.  Roooaaaarrr.

Tuesday, 29 September 2009

Three, Two, One...GO!!!

I have watched this tooo many times now, I get a kick out of it each time though.  I think we should have cousin/mummy races next time we're all together.  And maybe this could be Kt Mac's next challenge as a govie!  Although I'm still trying to figure out how she does the apple juice...

Great Friends to Have!

We have some wonderful family friends who happen to dabble in photography.....this was a dabble they had with us a few months ago. Nice dabbling hey!

My dream house- that status, price & insurance won't let me have :-(

Holes so you can see through your bedroom floor & see the theif in the lounge room below!

I am in love... I lose in love again!!!

Monday, 28 September 2009

Paper scissors rock Clothes Swap!!

Where- Oh la la!!!
Nibbles of deliciousness...
How- Lots of clothes and lots of girls!!
Ready set- GO!
Hmmm- So many possibilities and so much competition!
Changing room with on-lookers (one of whom did NOT use the fitting room prefering to purchase without trying !!)
Some of the left overs, I don't know why ;-)
An awesome and VERY successful day which I hope will be repeated many MANY times!
(I got 3 jeans, 4 tops, 1 long sleeve top and a partridge in a pear tree!)

The sale of Feather dusters increased 10 fold!

I woke at 4am to an errie yello twilight looking world piut my window...
And it just kept on coming... We got yellow and orange but Sydney got RED!
Crazyness! Thought a big storm or aliens... Just incase I jumped on the roof with a sign saying "Exploit me for your sexual eperiments" !!!!

Sunday, 27 September 2009

Book Love and Book Not So Love

There are some books that us in this house totally love...and some books that we read and review in a not so great light. One of these books we loved. The Clever Stick by John Lechner was beautifully illustrated and cleverly written. It was all about creativity and being who you are and loving it. I especially love picture books that have a great message behind the simple text. This was one we loved.
This other book looked fun on the outside, but showed us that you cannot judge a book by it's cover...ever. The story was dull and aside from one or two funny pictures it's not one of our favourites. I am always reluctant to say things like that about a book. It takes the author so long to write and obviously they used a lot of their creative juices to write I say good work on writing and publishing a book.....but it just wasn't one that will join our bookshelf.
Books are lovely. We are definitely book people in this house.

Saturday, 26 September 2009

Swippity Swap

Just finished our clothes swap. Our photographer will probably post photo's. It was awesome. Wish you all could have come and tried on some terrible and not so terrible and absolutely fabulous clothes.
Work coming to an end and I will be back. I am so tired.
Pobj off to Indo next Sunday. We are off on a road trip with a wonderful Mumma and Grandpa....I am so excited. Hopefully we will get to listen to Psalty songs and go through Dunedo looking for toilets...ahhh reliving those glory days. We will do some jumping and take photo's, hopefully of a giraffe dribbling on one of us, yep look out Dubbo here we come.

Friday, 25 September 2009

The Last Hurrah

I found evidence that Autumn is on it's way.  That, and the ice cream headache I got cycling home from a friend's last night.  Goodbye beautiful Summer, you were wonderful.

Wednesday, 23 September 2009


Today I met a man.  He was sitting on these steps smoking and drinking wine.  He offered me a drink, if it wasn’t too early in the day for me.  He didn’t mind that I would have to drink out of the same bottle as him.  He didn’t mind that he had to move from the steps so I could join him on the deck.  He didn’t mind interrupting my study every few minutes for a chat.  He did mind if I upset the sickly pigeon he was carefully tending.  All he wanted was a small piece of bread for his feathered patient.  All I had was cashews.  Too big, he said.  And my name didn’t suit me, not pretty, not like Ilena.  Ilena, that’s what he would call me.  He had trouble remembering names, he’d had 3 strokes, but he could remember Ilena.  And he’d fallen a little bit in love with me, but that wasn’t my fault, he said as he kissed my hand and walked away.


The other day I had a moan, a B.I.G. moan that I had to spend my holidays at home doing uni work, grocery shopping and cleaning the house.  I wanted to load up the beetle and go find some deserted national park to camp for a few days.  That's all I wanted.  But I live in Amsterdam, with a bike, and not a whole lot of campable national park.  So the next day I packed myself a picnic and went off on a city adventure instead.  And I found a big old rambly park.  Not the same, but not too bad either.  And then I jumped.  Cause no matter where you are, who you're with, or where you're wishing you could be, you should jump.