Freya in her "naughty basket"...
Actually it's nothing bad at all... Freya wanted to hide in here so she could say "Boo!" to Reb.
Actually it's nothing bad at all... Freya wanted to hide in here so she could say "Boo!" to Reb.
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Whoosh whoosh... scritch scritch... rustle rustle...
Which is the amazing amount of sound I can hear after having my ears syringed today. Over the last couple of weeks my left ear had been getting a bit blocked up, and then over the last few days it got really bad. I imagined that I might have something cool and exotic like glue ear or perhaps the Black death, but when I went to the Dr he reported that my ears were well waxy, and proceeded to chisel them free using a diamond tipped drill and a small quantity of TNT. Now I can hear bats using sonar in the botanic gardens. The only disappointment is that lately I had been thinking I was moving really quietly like some sort of ninja, or perhaps even a Gideon. Alas, it was not so.
Monday, May 26, 2008
Sunday, May 25, 2008
The Gods of Scrounging smile upon me once more...
A couple of nights ago I spied a filing cabinet outside the Drs across from the local ubermart... had a look & it looked nice, 4 drawers, 2 high. I went back later with my trolley and it was still there, so I whisked it home. Today I put it all together, and with Reb's help I maneouvred it into the dungeon where it fits nicely between the old file cabinet and the Ikea shelf. W00t!!! Now I have no excuse not to be tidy!
Then I was cruising around the hard rubbish tonight, checking out some interesting furniture (but not really something I wanted) when I came across a PC in a funky looking case. It had a graphics card with TV out on it (have been thinking about a Myth TV box) and so I took it home. Turns out it is an AMD64 processor, with 512 MB of DDR400 RAM. Has hard drive & all the works... rather odd, wonder if it's blown up. I will let it dry out and then have a look at it when I have a moment.
Then I was cruising around the hard rubbish tonight, checking out some interesting furniture (but not really something I wanted) when I came across a PC in a funky looking case. It had a graphics card with TV out on it (have been thinking about a Myth TV box) and so I took it home. Turns out it is an AMD64 processor, with 512 MB of DDR400 RAM. Has hard drive & all the works... rather odd, wonder if it's blown up. I will let it dry out and then have a look at it when I have a moment.
Friday, May 23, 2008
Why black house spiders rock
Today I was doing some laundry and I came across a big cockroach on the floor. I caught it and lobbed it into Blackie's web. Usually the cockroaches wriggle out, and I think the spiders are a bit hesitant to have a go at something that big. Today, however, Blackie was very keen, perhaps due to the onset of Autumn.
Tired girl
Reb's folks have departed for the west. Freya had a lovely time chatting with Grams, Gramps & Uncle William. Yesterday she was home sick from creche, she was boiling hot in the morning and shivering, poor chick. Reb stayed home & looked after her. This morning she was much better, and we dropped her off at creche and went to work.
This afternoon I got to creche, when one of the carers told me a funny story about how Freya was talking about her "sister Leah", who is five, has arms and legs, lives at home, and is a mouse. Apart from the last detail, it sounded very plausible! She had also drawn a picture, and when asked what one of the items was, she said "those are the consequences" - we're not even sure where she got that word! Normally Freya's a bit reluctant to leave creche if it's close to supper* time, but today I was nice and early. I got her out the front door, and then she dissolved in tears. I offered her a cuddle but she was cranky and continued to cry. We got in the car, and on the way home I said "Freya, if you're going to keep crying you will have to go into your room to calm down." We got out of the car, Freya still howling like a siren, and I asked her what she wanted to do. "Go to my room and cry!" was the answer, which she did. A few minutes later I came back to check on her and she was asleep on her bed! Poor tired girl.
Reb & I are both fairly exhausted too, after a big weekend last weekend, we didn't really have much of a rest. Lots of marking to do this weekend... bah.
* - supper = bread & butter
This afternoon I got to creche, when one of the carers told me a funny story about how Freya was talking about her "sister Leah", who is five, has arms and legs, lives at home, and is a mouse. Apart from the last detail, it sounded very plausible! She had also drawn a picture, and when asked what one of the items was, she said "those are the consequences" - we're not even sure where she got that word! Normally Freya's a bit reluctant to leave creche if it's close to supper* time, but today I was nice and early. I got her out the front door, and then she dissolved in tears. I offered her a cuddle but she was cranky and continued to cry. We got in the car, and on the way home I said "Freya, if you're going to keep crying you will have to go into your room to calm down." We got out of the car, Freya still howling like a siren, and I asked her what she wanted to do. "Go to my room and cry!" was the answer, which she did. A few minutes later I came back to check on her and she was asleep on her bed! Poor tired girl.
Reb & I are both fairly exhausted too, after a big weekend last weekend, we didn't really have much of a rest. Lots of marking to do this weekend... bah.
* - supper = bread & butter
Thursday, May 8, 2008
And you call yourself a Doctor?
Freya was a bit unwell today so I took the day off to keep her at home. We went to the Drs in the morning for the usual poking & prodding which she is well used to. She had one of her drawings with her, and the doctor looked at it. "Is that a flower?" he asked. Freya was a bit shy, so she did not give the appropriate reply...
"FLOWER? IT'S A BUNNY! DON'T YOU HAVE TO BE SMART TO GO TO MEDICAL SCHOOL? YOU'RE ABOUT TO ASSESS MY HEALTH & YOU CAN'T TELL A FLOWER FROM A BUNNY! YOU'LL BE HEARING FROM MY LAWYER, QUACK!"
Maybe next time.
"FLOWER? IT'S A BUNNY! DON'T YOU HAVE TO BE SMART TO GO TO MEDICAL SCHOOL? YOU'RE ABOUT TO ASSESS MY HEALTH & YOU CAN'T TELL A FLOWER FROM A BUNNY! YOU'LL BE HEARING FROM MY LAWYER, QUACK!"
Maybe next time.
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