Monday, 27 April 2009

Heaven is.





An uninterrupted morning with your husband. In a bookstore. Joel has 2 days before he starts his new job. Today was our only child free one, so we left early and headed into Borders.

We drank Chai Lattes. I read Hemmingway and he poured over music theory. We held hands, snuggled into cushy leather seats, smiled over chocolate cake and barely said a word, barely needing to.

Pure bliss.

Saturday, 25 April 2009

I see Trees of Green




OUR Andy’s gone to battle now
’Gainst Drought, the red marauder;
Our Andy’s gone with cattle now
Across the Queensland border......



Oh, may the showers in torrents fall,
And all the tanks run over;
And may the grass grow green and tall
In pathways of the drover;

And may good angels send the rain
On desert stretches sandy;
And when the summer comes again
God grant ’twill bring us Andy



Henry Lawson








When I was a little girl, my parents used to take us on Picnics to Lake Samsonvale, just a few minutes away from where we lived. North Pine Dam is one of the three largest suppliers of water for Brisbane, and important lifeline for this area of our state.

I remember the grass being incredibly green, the water glistening in the sunlight, as we played in large groups, our friends and our families relaxing in the beautiful Queensland sun. I remember that I used to love to steal away, lay on the grass and stare up at the clouds, daydreaming.

Last time I went to the lake, I almost cried. Gone was the lush soft green resting spot, the sparking water, the feeling of peace. In their place, dry, cracked soil, a lake barren, broken, exposed. I felt sad and wistful and somehow ashamed..we did this. Our carelessness, our ignorance has done this.

These pictures are taken inside the lake.








Today, we returned, taking the boys on a picnic, with the rest of the family. It was time to introduce our old stomping ground to the newest generation. It's not as it used to be. But it's something.

The grass was green, and we laid down picnic blankets for the babies (Miss Madeline and Luka). Madeline cooed at the clouds and practised her crawling(!), as she chatted to her Mama and me.

The boys ran around the playground, superheroes and villains hard at work.



Alexander entertaining Miss Luka.



With her Daddy (Shane).




Princesses at play.


Kayden, Shane and Melissa's eldest boy. Turning into the family footy star!


Alexander and Sammy. It's a bit blurry, but I realised you haven't seen any new photos of Sammy since he was about 13 months old!



Happy boy!


Today was the first time he'd been able to climb a ladder on his own (NOT a climber like his brother, who was climbing everything before he was crawling!). He was so incredibly proud of himself, he worked so hard. He spent almost the entire time, just doing a circuit..ladder - slide - ladder etc.



Remind me to talk to you some more about Sam this week.

We ate, we talked, we teased and we laughed. I looked at the clouds, and remembered days of old, my parents and my siblings, when life was simple, and water was plentiful.

Hope you had a wonderful Saturday, my friends.










Photos:
Lake Samsonvale

The Big Dry

Man's Imposition

Bullocky's Rest.

Lake Samsonvale - just last week.

Thursday, 23 April 2009

Burn, Baby Burn.






Tomorrow is Alexander's school's first disco of the year. Some of you know, I'm an exec on the P&C (Fundraising Coordinator). So the discos are my baby.

He's buzzing. He knows I do the discos, and he is oh, so proud. "My Mummy makes the discos, you know", says that proud voice, every time he hears anyone mention the disco.

"That's my Mummy". You should have seen him tonight as he went to bed. "Tomorrow it will be DISCO DAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!". It's like Christmas Eve here.

Everyone's asleep. I've just finished sorting the Glow Products, Making price lists and final posters. My clothes are ready (I won't get a chance to leave the school after I get there at 8am tomorrow, until about 10.30 - 11.00pm. So I'll dress there. No, it's not a costume disco this time, before you ask. ;) ).

Cash floats are done. Volunteers are sorted and assigned. Coffee Cart, Snow Cones, and Fairy Floss confirmed. Face Painters and Air Brush Tattoist confirmed. Prizes for Dance Contests done.

Drinks siting in tuckshop. Bread being picked up in the morning, along with over 30kgs of Sausages. The only thing I've not done is cut the onions. I'm exhausted and can't quite face it.

Is it really terrible if I get the girls to help me tomorrow? Worse, I'm working in tuckshop tomorrow, so have to have this all ready to go before hand.

Will crash abotu this time tomorrow night. But will crash happy, as I hear my boy wind himself down, and tell his toys all about his night!

Will try to get some pics tomorrow.




I'll lay even money what their favourite song of the night will be though, right? It has been every single time.




You'd be amazed at how many over-caffeinated Mums and Dads end up doing this at the end of the night.


Did I just turn into pathetic, totally uncool Mum? bet Mel and Ren and Jenn wouldn't be caught dead doing this.

Wow. Really?

So, riddle me this.

You're a game designer for iPhone. You create something you (being a moron, of course) think is funny.

You pitch it to a bunch of execs? And not one of them says "Wow. You really are an idiot. You're fired, just becuase you're stupid".

Noone?

When this is what you came up with?

Fear




A dear friend of mine has recently been diagnosed with breast cancer. I found out last night, and am reeling. She's a good 15 or so years older than me, but I've known her since I was 7.

She's a devoted wife, mother of two, daughter, sister, aunt, friend and businesswoman. She's kind, funny, warm, generous and strong. And now she has cancer. I don't know any details, other than a) She has breast cancer and b) she has chosen to fight it naturally rather than the mascectomy and follow up her doctors have reccommended.

I love her. I respect her. But this has me stunned. I'm still processing, I don't want to go and see her about it until I've done that. I'm frustrated. I know this is her choice, but I've lost 2 friends who made that choice. I do not want to lose another.

I'm a firm believer in natural therapies, chinese medicine, accupuncture etc. But I believe they are a compliment to modern science. Not a substitute.

I don't know what to say to her.

So instead, I say to you.

Check your breasts. Do it often. Do it now, if you can.



Support efforts to find a cure for this, and other types of cancer. It has to be there somewhere. Scientists must be getting closer. We just need to help them help us.

Wednesday, 22 April 2009

So Far So Good.

Prayers for Stellan



Stellan made it out of surgery, and is waking up. A miracle all on it's own. The miracle of modern science. The miracle of their faith. However you want to look at it (and I'm inclined to draw from both), it's a wonderful thing.

Awwwww..Proposals and a Baby Michael Jackson.





And Whoa...


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g2mgIFy872o

For some reason, every single video of this performance (on YouTube) has had embedding disabled. Not sure why. Check him out from about the 2 minute mark. I swear, you can see the dollar signs in Simon's eyes.

Tuesday, 21 April 2009

Nervous

Prayers for Stellan



I know that a few of you have buttons on the side of your blogs like I do, "Praying for Stellan".

Stellan has deteriorated, rapidly, and is going in for emergency surgery, probably within hours.

I'm nervous. He has been through so much, to now be so ill again. Spare a thought for his terrified family.

I know that there are thousands upon thousands, from all over the world thinking of him right now. I'm adding my voice to the choir.

Sharing


Poor Sam has a terrible gastro bug he picked up at daycare. His bottom is raw, his tummy is clearly cramping, he can't stomach anything.

He likes to share.

Blurgh. Trying to psych myself up to attempt peppermint tea or something.

Mum's need sick days. Or their own mums to come and take care of them. Bugger.



Sunday, 19 April 2009

This seems to be my mood this week.

Sweet, whimsical, romantic. Soft.































When I'm not, you know, trying to jump my husband.