The 'house' above

You may be wondering what that 'house' is doing there at the top of my profile?

Darren's Nanna and Poppa ( he has long since left us), lived here and it still stands today on the farm in Griffith. Here they raised their sons, Barry (Darren's father) and Graeme. Both sons stayed, married and built their own houses on the farm. Here they had their children. Darren left the farm at 18 years old to go to Uni here in Sydney.

I know lots of sketchy details about this house but I would rather do a little research so I can fill you in.

I just love old buildings and houses, love them! As we drive to Griffith, one of my favourite past times has been looking at the old and delapidated buildings along the way. I wonder what is the history of each one, who lived there and what did they do, how did they live?

I plan to put a new pic up the top from time to time, sometimes as a talking point or sometimes merely because I like it.

With the recent weather being up to and over 40 degrees celsius, I cannot imagine living in a house like that. Bring on the air con!

Oh and one more thing. Down the left hand side of my blog entries I have posted my youtube clips which I will add to with time. The xtreme tobogganing is me at 24 weeks pregnant trying to find a lame slope so as not to do any harm...it was certainly a lame slope.

Beach Meets Noah

Noah meets beach. After having arrived home from Griffith just the
night before, we were out the door by 10am the next morning to drive up to Newcastle (around 2 hours) for my Aunt's 60th. We were told very little about the day except for 'lunch at a restaurant' near the water and we'll hang out at the park afterwards. So we have lunch, a quick affair after arriving quite late as my father had given me the wrong address. And then it's watersports afternoon! Thank goodness I grabbed Adrian a pair of boardies 'just in case'.



The picnic blanket came in handy too, Mum, Noah and I.




Dougie boy (my father).
David Hasselhoff, eat your heart out!


Adrian




Proud Grandad


Mum picking up on the beach, theres no stopping the woman.


Darren said my photo above looks scarily like Lindy Chamberlain and her daughter, Azaria's picture before Azaria's dissapearance. Eerie thought.


My boy.

Old Chums

My dear husband has just informed me that the guy we have staying with us was deemed 'creepy' by an ex flatmate of his. I had been feeling a little weirded out myself only to find that I am not alone there. He has made several offhand seedy comments, not necessarily directed at me but nethertheless, it's a little disconcerting. Daz thinks he's perfectly harmless and asked me what I felt threatened by. Nothing really, stupid, I just don't want him feeling it's ok to be within slapping distance whilst asking me how my day was or practically breathing in my ear as he shows me his artwork (admittedly quite good) on his website.

It's endearing my husbands loyalty to his friends and his genuine surprise and quick defense at the possibility that his friends may have some shortcomings. Hey, I'm cool, I can hold my own but I like to point out the obvious, which Darren, now enlightened, finds rather amusing.

On another note, we went to Bondi today for lunch with our friend down from Brisbane. She has the funniest little 17 month old son. He was a handful though and it has reminded me of what is ahead. I mean, don't look now but the little guy has BOTH his hands in your $5 apple, pineapple and mint juice (which, by the way,was sensational)! It was great though to catch up with an old friend, made me realise how sad it is to not have her around so much these days.

Nothing but a cow apparently

This blog should be renamed, Queen Daisy, the 24 hour breast feeder. Doesn't have a ring to it really but it's not far from the truth. I find when I'm trying to get things done and don't focus on making sure baby has some sort of boundaries, it seems I become a bottomless bottle of milk.

But to be fair, little Noah grants his mother a full nights sleep (if only she wouldn't look that gift horse in the mouth!). And then after his hearty breakfast, has yet another good couple of hours sleep in the morning to ensure Mummy gets to sleep in. She gets a glimpse at being a teenager all over again.

Perhaps though, Mother Daisy could do with hitting the sack a little earlier to make use of Noah's morning snooze. Not being on the phone to a friend overseas in the wee hours of the morn may make the slightest difference there huh?

Who do I blame though for being up late tonight? I know, the same overseas friend who got me started blogging here.

Taking me and my teats off to bed again.

Why hello!

Hello there girls and boys.

After much twisting of the ol arm (not really), my friend here.. chilliwalter.blogspot.com has convinced me to join the blogging community.

So I've agreed to bore you all to tears.

It is beyond late in my neck of the woods (Sydney) so theres no way I'm staying but I wanted to start off my blog with a little post, a little decorating so to speak.

I'm surrounded in my house by a whole host of boys, my husband, my 2 sons - 11 years and 10 weeks, and my 2 cats. All boys and yet I am still on my little perch, ruling the roost. Long live Queen Rchie!

I am off to sleep. Till next time