Babysitting

I've not long managed to get the kids to bed, they're not too difficult, at least not compared to the bloody horses I had to feed this afternoon, I swear I'm gonna shoot one of those bloody things, they're about the size of a truck and they know I'm scared of them which means they play up a treat every time I'm by myself!! This morning one of them was going skitz and I couldn't even get it's halter on to take it out to the field, I ended up opening the field gate and the stable door and then hiding while it found its own way back.

Thought my Grampa's nomination in the Bloggies Awards mite be worth a mention. As it happens, I am a third generation blogger, both my Dad and my Grampa both have blogs, the most prestigious of which, it turns out, is Grampas. Check out the awards here and drop him a vote or three (you can vote once for every email address you have ;) His blog is called Holties House and is nominated under "Best Australian or New Zealand Weblog"

The Wish List

I have been thinking about putting together a kind of wish list of things that I really want to do for a while now, some examples of things that make the list are: not to shave or cut my hair for and entire year, live in europe and queensland, drive a combie van across the nullabor with a bunch of friends, and all sorts of other crazy stuff. I will post it in the sidebar at some point. Anyhow, the reason I mention this is that I found something that goes straight to the top of the list this morning.

I want to do it SOOOO much!! Looks like the biggest rush ever!!
*High Thanks to Youthblog for the discovery.

First Snow

I woke this morning to find the farm at Lacey Green blanketed in snow. Not having seen snow before this was a cause for excitement and I ran outside for a quick snowball war with the side of the house and the car (no one else was around to play... I won tho!!) Turns out half the country saw snow last nite but Lacey Green got the best fall of the towns I saw today. Now the reason I was in Lacey Green rather than the Manor in Haddenham is that I'm filling in here and there as a nanny for the Bish'es boss while he's away snow boarding (for three months, the lucky bugger) and stayed over last nite in my "little" house, which shall have to be named shortly (and is actually about twice the size of Dan and Danni's house) after looking after the kids. As a bonus of this job, Andys "ship" Tulula's Revenge sails under my flag for the next few weeks.
Am hoping it will snow again tomorow and I can make an igloo, didn't have time for a proper play this morning and I will definitely go for a snow fight even if I have to sneak into one of the local schools to start it!!

New Look

I cut the dreads off yesterday after a year and a half of the rasta look. James did the honours, and I have to say its miraculously come out really good. Miraculous because literally all thats been done is James hacked them off and then Polly combed out the knots and wax and then I washed it!! By rights it should look rubbish, but somehow I'm pulling it off. There's some debate about whether I look older or younger or both at the same time. Heath is saying older, I am saying younger (coz I have a photo of me at 16 that looks almost the same) and Ian says I look like an Oxford uni student in my Oxford t-shirt, which I'm taking as a definite compliment. On the other hand, Lucy has managed to destroy me in two sentences better than anyone else on the face of the planet has in the last 19 years!! The two direct quotes over dinner last nite were "you know, it makes you look more feminine" followed up with "but in a really good way, you look pretty" Now, as a bloke, that's fairly crushing, and by fairly I mean totally and utterly.




































































































































Yeah... I did the vain thing of taking a million photos of myself trying to see if I liked it and get a good shot out of my annoyingly un-photogenic face =]

Wikipedia

I've recently begun to make use of a great resource called Wikidpedia, an incredible online encyclopedia. But when I went to log in today I couldn't get online and so pressed "reset my password" and went to check my email for the new one. I had no new emails and couldn't work out what was going on for a minute until I had a brainwave. Going back to Wikidpedia I tried a different username and got straight on. Meaning I just reset someone elses password!! Whoever the poor guy is will have a moment or two of confusion next time he goes to log in.
Busy week this one in the Posse House. And yet little of it is worth posting on the net. The most noteworthy event was watching Children of Men last nite. It has Clive Owen in it (always a good start) and Michael Caine (getting better all the time) and is set some 25 years in the future where the human race is facing extinction because there are no more children being born, the youngest person in the world being 18 years old. The film manages to be incredibly realistic in its style and characters while telling an incredible story that would seem impossible, man on the edge of extinction within a generation. One interesting aspect is that the larger details of the story are never more than vaguely explained, you have to gather a lot as you go along and guess at a lot more, filling in the gaps as you go. Maybe I was just in tune last nite but this seemed easy and made the movie if anything more enjoyable as I grappled with the plot to understand what was happening. I liked it anyway.

Have a Break...

...have a Kitkat

Dinner for One

This is a great sketch that apparently is a great German tradition to watch on Sylvester (new years eve). Now, I've seen a video of the German new years for the new millenium where they burned a giant wooden, ummm, artwork I guess you'd call it, and just sat there watching it burn... I totally didn't get it. Apparently it didn't symbolise anything, just for the sake of it. My dad and sister both got it and said "you either get it or you don't" which didn't really help me "get it". So, having one example of German tradition that seems just totally bizarre, this rates well down the other end as a quality waste of time. If you have ten minutes enjoy the sketch!!