Strange, I’ve seen that face before

The guy who gives away the girl is a blast from the past.

The purple people eater

I saw a car earlier that was the same strange 70’s purple that my first car was.  A 1970’s Renault sedan.  The memory haunts me.  My dad bought the car from my sister when she upgraded and gave it to me.

That car got me mobile…and it got me a lot of quality time with many sections of Victorian roads.  I once waited 3 hours to be towed by my brother on the Melbourne to Geelong road.  (I think I was somewhere near Lara.  My brother was generous.)  I once broke down on the Westgate Bridge and the bridge security team raced up the service lane to save me from jumping.  I was frustrated at the time but fortunately not that depressed.  That break down was one of three head gaskets that I blew in five weeks.  There would be a call of desperation, someone in the family would come to tow me, the car would be delivered to dad to be tinkered with for a few weeks and then I was back on the road again.

The break down in Geelong  broke me.  I wouldn’t have wished that car on anyone, and I wanted to get rid of it.

I delivered the car as usual to dad.  It took him an unusually long time to call and say it was ready.  When I arrived at his factory he announced that he had put in a new dash-board from a 10-year-old car, so that psychologically I would feel like I was in a better car.

I think I would have been happier with one that ran.  It was a nice try, though.  He wanted good things for me.  I think I did him a favour when I upgraded.  His gift was great – he gave me some independence.  However unreliable it was.

Moments are made of these

Tonight after the 37 degrees broke, I went down to the doggy beach with my boys and I had a moment.  I nearly couldn’t breathe from laughing at something that just won’t translate in a blog post – I needed my camera.

My two boys were in the bay and Maxy was so excited that he was galloping next to B.  Each prance cleared the belly deep water as we bounded from back feet to front through the water.  Max’s face was contorted with joy and both were saturated.  The sun began to set orange over the boats further out and it was cool enough for my hoodie over my head.

When they were thoroughly wet we walked up the beach to the Brighton kiosk for a hot chocolate and watched the colours change in the sky.

I love my boys.

back by popular demand

in the park for his morning walk..something has caught his eye

his kind eyes…

Gold – always believe in your soul

Spandau Ballet are coming to Melbourne.  I’m a little excited about that, even though the lead singer, Tony Hadley, is not as pretty as he used to be.

I once played Playstation with my 6 year old nephew who was being teased by his sister and his friend.  We played that sing along game and when I saw ‘Gold’ I saw my opportunity to tell my nephew something about life and his resiliance.

I started bellowing the words, unaccompanied, to my nephew.  During the break before chorus I looked to him to see why he wasn’t singing and was met with much awkwardnss and then horror as I started singing again.  I don’t even think he was listening to the words.  Apparently my singing is that bad.

“laser”

The winner of the most original present of the evening was won, hands down, by Wood.

It is a reference to an Austin Powers movie…the evil sharks with laser, or should I say “Laser”.  The present was actually a handy man type thing – a laser range finder.  B loved it.  Wood is a funny man.

B arrived and all was well

*Don’t adjust your monitor, it is blurry on purpose*

The end of the festivities with those who remained.  The singing and cake cutting ritual that we love (even if we did get to it quite late in the evening)

Happy Birthday B.

Where is B?

It is B’s birthday today so we are having one of our bbq’s.  We have about 30 people coming….in 20 minutes….and B is not back from work yet….

where oh where is B?

more Max the white Boxer

He needs his tears cleaned in this one

Max

We have a (potential) new addition to the family – Max the Boxer.

We picked him up today and see if he fits in with us over the next week or two.

He is adorable (but a little bit tough)

getting his face pulled by B

he lovvves B

He is three and we found him on an Adopt a Dog flyer where people looking for homes for their animals can advertise.  A relative of the couple we got him from was the original owner and had died.  The couple couldn’t look after Max.  They couldn’t stand to drop him at a pound.  We love him already (as long as he doesn’t go stir crazy while we are at work)……