Well the aftermath of the Volleyball Grandfinal came the next day when I booked in to see the doctor later this day. Had a crap nights sleep with my pinched nerve in my neck sending lots of tingling up and down my arm, and I could not lie on my other side because of the logistics of my swollen dicky knee and boysenberry shaded arse. As my hobble hobble seemed to be ok, I did not want to push it by driving, so I decided to ride shotgun in the Silver Bullet with Mustang, and mount up with the crutches when we got back home after Moofa Brunch. To be perfectly honest the nurofen plus deadened any discomfort the dreaded knee was displaying, so to refrain from wielding the dreaded crutch as a weapon against any insignificant grievances – like my coffee isn’t right!, I could wait until later.
So, driving along we go for curd far, far a-whey............... and Blokey Man rings the Missus, protesting profusely that we have left the house so early... what’s the rush, there’s no scrapbooking there? DOH! Like we have assets to cultivate, plans to make, coffee to drink.. He is keen to let it be known that the cult is steadily growing with new members, and said new member was presently texting ETA’s of the Silver Bullet, and a steady critique of the drinks menu.... At this very time, the rooster did crow and the Mustang engages hands free chomper connection with the Deputy Grand Pooh Bah. Much confusement abounds from the testosterone on the phones, and we quickly engage Bugger-Off buttons of disconnection, and warp it towards destinations of the mighty Moofa Brunch.
After passing a sleigh and a rabbit, we arrived at the House of Moofa to find a very cold Beaver, quite contrary to all former visual confirmations of muffy warmness ... She was indeed entranced upon the arrival of the afternoon papers to send us advanced warnings of weather alerts. Alas, there we were, the very sight of bursting responsibility and punctuality...
Much bonding of scrap-phernalia ensued, with an outpouring of albums and technique tips. There were gifts and sharing, and stories to tell. Beaver got an exclusive peek of the recently stamped and pocketed Eldy Scrapologist’s new aprons, only just released from the studio’s of the Stamping Queen of the Desert. Plans were being set for the retreat next year, and ideas hatched. Before long is was time for Mustang to embark upon her journey far, far, far, far away to another coming together-ness for Scrappers. It was time to breakout the digi and capture some really beautiful photos of this very special occasion.... Oh, did I say “beautiful??”, what I really meant to say was “lets see how much gig we can use up on that memory stick with photo after photo of laughing and giggling and face-pulling and non-smiling and pointing and poking......” Do you really want to see what we got out of that lot? OMG........ I should have snapped a few of the Moofa while I was there..... I think next time I’ll just go for the buttons....
So, amuse the Moofa staff we did with photogenic phobias, and bid the Beaver farewell until we are once again drawn together by the Moofa.....
Friday, 25 September 2009
Thursday, 24 September 2009
Colliding into Spring
It's been a couple of weeks since the last post so best I do a little update.
Just over a week ago we had our volleyball grandfinal, and we finally got it together and made it. We rocked up with the support of #1 son to cheer us on, fledging member of the team #2 son was rearing to go, and mum carried in the bag of adequate sporting outfits for Blokey Man, who was still yet to clock off from the Highway Mistress. The (family) team were keen to get things going so they could go home and welcome Mustang’s arrival, and watch NCIS! Both teams started well, and it wasn't too long before the Reserve Player arrived to de-frock from his high-vis outfit into something more befitting the occasion..... like the lycra bike shorts I put into the change bag for him!
Alas, out he came in the manly tracky dacks that accompanied the special gear, and all thoughts of a slinky duo of well stretched lycra boys dangling at full flight at the nets was very quickly pushed from my mind.... Purely team tactics, but at least we still had Wayne flying the solo flag of visual distraction...
The game was warming up with well matched teams putting each other under pressure. The speed of the ball in service was a big factor in gaining enough control to return the ball into play, and outwit the opposition. This was effected by both teams, and the challenge set to gain the play. On one such occasion the ball was returned, and the scurrying feet of Vermin's players set the ball to the net for an enormously powerful spike at the peak of the net's height, ready to be smashed into the court on the other side. Well, I just jumped up as high as I could, hit the ball over the net from somewhere below the net on my side, then proceeded my descent back to earth... Well, some nano seconds later I was returning to earth when the landing gear failed. A slight grinding sound emanated from my knee, beneath the amazing black brace, and the urge to immediately lift my leg and relieve the sensation brought upon me a whole new sensation when my fat arse hit the landing deck!! I was about to find out about a whole new kind of purple.....
I was momentarily overcome with déjà vu, and requested immediate relocation to the bleachers. Packed up with ice and warmer clothing I continued my support of the Vermin... Now, you may think this was very routine, no tears, no screaming, no trembling... but I can assure you all Blokey Man was going to be fine and he could relax ........... yeah right!
Well, all that could be done was done, so there I sat and cheered on the team. There was some exceptional serving from the favourite niece of abundant free stuff, with Bec getting in a few good returns at the net. The open court space left by the lame and injured was equally covered by the Blokey Man, Wonder Wayne and the Roving Stu. Such a delight to see the fella's leaving the ground and placing some great taps low on the court at the net. Such an amazing feat for Blokey Man to be suspended in mid air (alas, without lycra....) without maintaining any such contact of the net with the veranda! It was truly amazing, as it must have been for the opposing team’s back hand slapping tactics of the ball. With such rivalry in contest the tension was raised with the fudging of scores across the board. The distraction was duly noted by the umpire, and the players, and the officials, and the supporters, and the kids.... and the scoreboard was eventually restored to everyone’s satisfaction.
With 1 set down and 2 sets up the scurrying Vermin needed to retain control of the 4th to take out the match, preventing a playoff in the 5th. Many great rallies were witnessed by both sides, and Vermin took control of the net contesting many blocks and drop points. It was great to watch (ouch..), and we had a well deserved win. It’s so good to play a great game (and watch a great game) without worrying about the outcome. With presentations shortly following the match trophies were duly handed out. Vermin was further honoured with the Women's B&F going to the very favourite niece of abundant free stuff, and the MVP for the game also going to our Wonder Wayne in those amazing lycra shorts... What a great way to top off a season! (.....no, I don't want to think about my dicky knee.....)
Ok, hobble hobble off I go, home and ice and panadol! Not terribly joyful, and the purple-ness of the arse was really sore too with a full on lump under the bruise. Well, there was still hobbling to be done to prepare for the arrival of the Mustang from the desert, who was in preparation of her Retreating to the Alps. I could still hobble ok, so maybe it wouldn't be too bad..... Much excitement abounded in the house when the Mustang finally arrived, bearing gifts and bartering forgotten accessories for Retreat. Much chatting and bonding entailed before retiring in preparation for The Moofa Brunch with the newly found Beaver the following day.
Just over a week ago we had our volleyball grandfinal, and we finally got it together and made it. We rocked up with the support of #1 son to cheer us on, fledging member of the team #2 son was rearing to go, and mum carried in the bag of adequate sporting outfits for Blokey Man, who was still yet to clock off from the Highway Mistress. The (family) team were keen to get things going so they could go home and welcome Mustang’s arrival, and watch NCIS! Both teams started well, and it wasn't too long before the Reserve Player arrived to de-frock from his high-vis outfit into something more befitting the occasion..... like the lycra bike shorts I put into the change bag for him!
Alas, out he came in the manly tracky dacks that accompanied the special gear, and all thoughts of a slinky duo of well stretched lycra boys dangling at full flight at the nets was very quickly pushed from my mind.... Purely team tactics, but at least we still had Wayne flying the solo flag of visual distraction...
The game was warming up with well matched teams putting each other under pressure. The speed of the ball in service was a big factor in gaining enough control to return the ball into play, and outwit the opposition. This was effected by both teams, and the challenge set to gain the play. On one such occasion the ball was returned, and the scurrying feet of Vermin's players set the ball to the net for an enormously powerful spike at the peak of the net's height, ready to be smashed into the court on the other side. Well, I just jumped up as high as I could, hit the ball over the net from somewhere below the net on my side, then proceeded my descent back to earth... Well, some nano seconds later I was returning to earth when the landing gear failed. A slight grinding sound emanated from my knee, beneath the amazing black brace, and the urge to immediately lift my leg and relieve the sensation brought upon me a whole new sensation when my fat arse hit the landing deck!! I was about to find out about a whole new kind of purple.....
I was momentarily overcome with déjà vu, and requested immediate relocation to the bleachers. Packed up with ice and warmer clothing I continued my support of the Vermin... Now, you may think this was very routine, no tears, no screaming, no trembling... but I can assure you all Blokey Man was going to be fine and he could relax ........... yeah right!
Well, all that could be done was done, so there I sat and cheered on the team. There was some exceptional serving from the favourite niece of abundant free stuff, with Bec getting in a few good returns at the net. The open court space left by the lame and injured was equally covered by the Blokey Man, Wonder Wayne and the Roving Stu. Such a delight to see the fella's leaving the ground and placing some great taps low on the court at the net. Such an amazing feat for Blokey Man to be suspended in mid air (alas, without lycra....) without maintaining any such contact of the net with the veranda! It was truly amazing, as it must have been for the opposing team’s back hand slapping tactics of the ball. With such rivalry in contest the tension was raised with the fudging of scores across the board. The distraction was duly noted by the umpire, and the players, and the officials, and the supporters, and the kids.... and the scoreboard was eventually restored to everyone’s satisfaction.
With 1 set down and 2 sets up the scurrying Vermin needed to retain control of the 4th to take out the match, preventing a playoff in the 5th. Many great rallies were witnessed by both sides, and Vermin took control of the net contesting many blocks and drop points. It was great to watch (ouch..), and we had a well deserved win. It’s so good to play a great game (and watch a great game) without worrying about the outcome. With presentations shortly following the match trophies were duly handed out. Vermin was further honoured with the Women's B&F going to the very favourite niece of abundant free stuff, and the MVP for the game also going to our Wonder Wayne in those amazing lycra shorts... What a great way to top off a season! (.....no, I don't want to think about my dicky knee.....)
Ok, hobble hobble off I go, home and ice and panadol! Not terribly joyful, and the purple-ness of the arse was really sore too with a full on lump under the bruise. Well, there was still hobbling to be done to prepare for the arrival of the Mustang from the desert, who was in preparation of her Retreating to the Alps. I could still hobble ok, so maybe it wouldn't be too bad..... Much excitement abounded in the house when the Mustang finally arrived, bearing gifts and bartering forgotten accessories for Retreat. Much chatting and bonding entailed before retiring in preparation for The Moofa Brunch with the newly found Beaver the following day.
Tuesday, 15 September 2009
Step into September
Here we are half way through September 2009, and only a few months until the end of the year. Where does the time go? I thought I was having a good run getting my blog up to date (gulp....), but it seems to have been a bit of hit and miss... Trying to make a better effort.
Friday night and #2 son headed off to Buffalo River for a sleepover party with his soccer mates. Much encouragement was offered in support of socializing for the Blokey Man to venture off with #1 son to "The Shed" for male bonding, grunting, liquid consumption and a bit of rampant gossiping before the footy started.... At last, time to get out into the "testosterone forbidden zone" and start the CyberCrop. This would be my first attempt at these challenges, and much encouragement was prompted from the Beaver.
Now, 33A was walked in, through and around the general vicinity with the semi-attached laptop, wireless in full gear. Yep, it works - You can build my room!!! Well, it didn't have any wireless blocking walls or insulation or freezers or fridges or blokey heavy metal stuff outside the walls then did it? No, it didn't, so the dreaded vision of total escapism to a place far, far across the verandah, down the steps, across the patio, into the garage and down the back to my room where I could be totally independent of running in and out of the house to read my computer was supposed to be a good thing.... Well, sometimes it works, and sometimes it doesn't. So, rig up Mustang's chair, put a cushion on it, sit the paper folder on that for a bit more height, tilt it this way, now turn it a bit that way, now a bit more this way and BINGO! - we have connection!! now we don't, now we do, now we don't, now we do...
And so it went, trying to download the challenges as they came online and copy them onto a word doc to work from, and getting hysterical texts from Beaver asking why I was in and out all the time, and was I doing the challenges, and have a look at that next one!
Well, well, well... as part of the CyberCrop each month there is a Guest Designer to set a challenge, and guess who it was? Our very own Beaver has the honour, and that may well explain the excitement of multiple texts and subsequent phone call over the past few days to ensure I was going to have a go!!! How exciting is that! Well, the monthly theme is all masculine and blokey, and Beaver set a challenge for a LayOut with some kind of material, and a handmade embelishment. She herself had used a pair of jeans that she cut up (fortunately Wayne wasn't in them at the time..... but I would still be worried since she is still on P's with her scissor licence...) for the background, which she also stamped on and did all sorts of special things to. Its looks great.
There was a plan, but I needed to warm up first so I attacked Miss Helen's Card Sketch challenge, and am so loving using my distress inks again. This finally done (lets just say, over the weekend..), I tackled the Beaver's LO. I got the old fluro work shirt that Blokey Man tore up several nights earlier, and set about cutting it up to fit a 12 x 12 LO, leaving one side of the collar and buttons in place. After juggling a few different ideas and photos, I decided to go with the Truckin' Blokes. The photo was taken of Trucking Grumpy, Blokey Man and the Deputy Grand Pooh Bah at a motorbike family day for all the younglings. Well, it is finally finished and I am
pretty happy with it. The result is thus;
Well, Blokey Man acquired the new beast of the Yamaha variety on Saturday, and duly took off to Havilah with #1 son in tow to test the power! Team Yamaha embarked upon the Jambro Park MotoCross Track to collect their faithful guide, and explore the upper regions of the pines... Alas, not much hillside height was attained before the dummy was spat and the guide returned to his humble abode... the smooth words, charm and tenderness of the Blokey Man could not dissuade the disgruntled Honda youngling to remain with the team and venture forth into pines far, far away...
The excitement of exploring the rugged earthy tracks in the pines became quite a feat when Blokey Man was abused by #1 son for... taking him on tracks that had big trees fallen across the tracks that I can't get over..... That man, he has such power! Well, I guess the padding on the seat was starting to wear thin, and the return trip home would not be far away.
Well, doesn't this bike look a whole lot bigger than the last one? These things just keep on getting taller. And I don't know about you, but I can't see any great big trees laying across the track here....
What do you reckon Brayden?
Well the fun is done, and it's off on the home trip.
I think I've made a pretty good effort this time around, even got photos! Go Me! Will try to stay on top of posts, and hope to update the blog a bit more too.
cheers
Friday night and #2 son headed off to Buffalo River for a sleepover party with his soccer mates. Much encouragement was offered in support of socializing for the Blokey Man to venture off with #1 son to "The Shed" for male bonding, grunting, liquid consumption and a bit of rampant gossiping before the footy started.... At last, time to get out into the "testosterone forbidden zone" and start the CyberCrop. This would be my first attempt at these challenges, and much encouragement was prompted from the Beaver.
Now, 33A was walked in, through and around the general vicinity with the semi-attached laptop, wireless in full gear. Yep, it works - You can build my room!!! Well, it didn't have any wireless blocking walls or insulation or freezers or fridges or blokey heavy metal stuff outside the walls then did it? No, it didn't, so the dreaded vision of total escapism to a place far, far across the verandah, down the steps, across the patio, into the garage and down the back to my room where I could be totally independent of running in and out of the house to read my computer was supposed to be a good thing.... Well, sometimes it works, and sometimes it doesn't. So, rig up Mustang's chair, put a cushion on it, sit the paper folder on that for a bit more height, tilt it this way, now turn it a bit that way, now a bit more this way and BINGO! - we have connection!! now we don't, now we do, now we don't, now we do...
And so it went, trying to download the challenges as they came online and copy them onto a word doc to work from, and getting hysterical texts from Beaver asking why I was in and out all the time, and was I doing the challenges, and have a look at that next one!
Well, well, well... as part of the CyberCrop each month there is a Guest Designer to set a challenge, and guess who it was? Our very own Beaver has the honour, and that may well explain the excitement of multiple texts and subsequent phone call over the past few days to ensure I was going to have a go!!! How exciting is that! Well, the monthly theme is all masculine and blokey, and Beaver set a challenge for a LayOut with some kind of material, and a handmade embelishment. She herself had used a pair of jeans that she cut up (fortunately Wayne wasn't in them at the time..... but I would still be worried since she is still on P's with her scissor licence...) for the background, which she also stamped on and did all sorts of special things to. Its looks great.
There was a plan, but I needed to warm up first so I attacked Miss Helen's Card Sketch challenge, and am so loving using my distress inks again. This finally done (lets just say, over the weekend..), I tackled the Beaver's LO. I got the old fluro work shirt that Blokey Man tore up several nights earlier, and set about cutting it up to fit a 12 x 12 LO, leaving one side of the collar and buttons in place. After juggling a few different ideas and photos, I decided to go with the Truckin' Blokes. The photo was taken of Trucking Grumpy, Blokey Man and the Deputy Grand Pooh Bah at a motorbike family day for all the younglings. Well, it is finally finished and I am
pretty happy with it. The result is thus;
Well, Blokey Man acquired the new beast of the Yamaha variety on Saturday, and duly took off to Havilah with #1 son in tow to test the power! Team Yamaha embarked upon the Jambro Park MotoCross Track to collect their faithful guide, and explore the upper regions of the pines... Alas, not much hillside height was attained before the dummy was spat and the guide returned to his humble abode... the smooth words, charm and tenderness of the Blokey Man could not dissuade the disgruntled Honda youngling to remain with the team and venture forth into pines far, far away...
The excitement of exploring the rugged earthy tracks in the pines became quite a feat when Blokey Man was abused by #1 son for... taking him on tracks that had big trees fallen across the tracks that I can't get over..... That man, he has such power! Well, I guess the padding on the seat was starting to wear thin, and the return trip home would not be far away.
Well, doesn't this bike look a whole lot bigger than the last one? These things just keep on getting taller. And I don't know about you, but I can't see any great big trees laying across the track here....What do you reckon Brayden?
Well the fun is done, and it's off on the home trip.
I think I've made a pretty good effort this time around, even got photos! Go Me! Will try to stay on top of posts, and hope to update the blog a bit more too.
cheers
Monday, 10 August 2009
Facts of the Flight
OMG!! OMG!! OMG!! Did you not know I was going to Syd-a-ney for a Scrapbooking Retreat?? Well, done and dusted now, but this is my little re-cap on the flights........... mainly the one home. Previous posts will fill you in on the rest....
Man, you should have been on our flight! I'm going to have to write a book.... we (have to start from the beginning...) were at the check in Syd-a-ney, and I was (gulp..) 9kg over..... tried to talk the stiff chick into letting me put one of my bags into the priority check in, like the guys in Albury did (when I was only 7kg OVER..)... (the second time after I had already BEEN TO THE FREAKIN’ CAR once and UNLOADED CRAP after being 14kg OVER!!.....) ....(what can I say, my ASSETS are loaded....) (..and my highly technological scales with the piece of board to hold the fat arse tote on so I could read the weight may have required further calibration....) and anyhoo, back to stiff chick; she almost caved, then went into tight stiff chick mode. She wanted to know where I was going to put the extra stuff, (never even hinted at a toe stretching exercise to alleviate my lower back pain at this point.....) because the planes are only small and can only take a specified amount of weight.......... (take a pill..........) then the Beaver, after informing the non-stiff check-in chick that she would remove her measly 1kg over into her carry on, that she wanted to be seated with "that bird at the other check in line......" "Oh, do you know her?" questions the non-stiff check-in chick. “Nah, but I reckon she looks alright” says the Beaver...... I’m feeling a bit flattered............
It's quite possible I was already feeling the need to stock up on an in-flight poise............
anyhoo..... after flying through check-in the Beaver comes over and questions the tight chick about my having already been allowed to check in the bags priority and what's the big deal if they came that way.... and (I love this girl.....) SHE CAVES!!..... Then I discreetly say to the Beaver with a sliding of my right foot, "take my purple paper carry-on tote before she sees it or I'm done....," and we make it through the golden doors of check-in............. whew!!
We meet up with other scrappy chicks for a variety of dietary fulfillment, then head off with Marg far, far, far away to a gate some 4km's away........... "this way" says Marg, and so we did for fear of being taped to an airport trolley.... Yes, off we trot. I have a ton of luggage right (not being over-weight or anything.....) and we traipse off along the corridors, laughing and crawling and sweating..... or maybe that was just me...., when we get to the very end gate that is not the number gate we are needing and Beaver says "Oh No, we've gone the wrong way, it only goes to 49 – it’s WAY OVER THERE!!!!" At this point some skank lying amongst a huge pile of luggage on the floor in a fetal position behind me said a really bad word (or maybe it was me....) and Marg says, totally shocked and bewildered at the totally unladylike behaviour of such person, "I haven't heard you say that all weekend.........." ...where's that tape when you need it...... hmmmmmmmmmmmm
SO, we turn around and off we go, working up a sweat the Little Losers Club would be proud of, and find the very close Gate 56....... Time to mount the runway for the plane, when "second stiff chick" says that I can't take the priority on board unless it's checked.............. Frightening visions immediately flash before my eyes, "weren't we just there?....." I'm a little hot under the collar by this point, and quite keen to make it known to the entire line boarding behind me that (because for the first time all weekend I am first at something............) that I am not moving until this bag goes through, so the second tight chick sends me to the other counter where "I really don't care how many plastic explosives you have in that bag you're holding up the line..." chick tells me to go through, and where I should leave the bag............ At last, someone with authority!!!
We are sent to our seats whereby we are asked if we accept the responsibility of being the emergency door helpers in case of emergency........... (outrageous spraying of laughter at this point........... and the most amazing look of fear on the hostesses face..) Oh sure! We both read the "Danger Danger - Responsibility Persons Information Sheet” and POSL!! "You know, we could scrap this - do you have your camera?" says the Beaver. "We could just tell the hostess that we need a new Danger Sheet.... like the other one just blew out this door or something......" says I... From that point we just lost it, again - still, whatever... We decided we would send everyone to the other doors if anything happened, or we'd just push them out so we'd have something soft to land on, or we'd just get drunk and totally not be responsible at ALL.............. Do you think they'll serve us drinks? Can you imagine our astonishment when they did?!! I am sure extremely nervously sweating and seatbelt fidgetting guy sitting just across from us wasn't entirely impressed by the fact that we asked for the whole bottle.... Well, we just couldn't stop laughing, and I know you will find that hard to believe, but we "just couldn't stop laughing!!...." The Beaver was quite bemused that anyone should think we could be anything resembling responsible............ sadly I had to agree...
Honestly, we had such a laugh, and a fantastic weekend. I really enjoyed actually sitting next to the Beaver on the flight back, unlike when I sat behind her on the trip up and kept making spidery movements across her hair with my fingers then reading my book when she frantically looked around brushing at her head..... nah, I didn't really...
So, on the much anticipated greeting of rubber and tarmac at Albury, without the slightest hint of danger in the air, we bade fond farewells in contemplation of the next annual migration. Beads of sweat did tend to trickle slightly from my brow at this time, as I thought about future stiff tight chicks at check ins and check outs, and made a mental note to self to make a casual drop in at the vets once home (nah, got the worms sorted...) to weigh in the fat arse purple tote for an accurate reading. I am also having real fears at this time that my actual body weight may have been slightly guesstimated at approximatley 14kg under where I'm really at...... and I've been feeling so fit too!! well, ....better get another set of scales for home bodies too......
And to think, that was just the flight home................................
cheers
Man, you should have been on our flight! I'm going to have to write a book.... we (have to start from the beginning...) were at the check in Syd-a-ney, and I was (gulp..) 9kg over..... tried to talk the stiff chick into letting me put one of my bags into the priority check in, like the guys in Albury did (when I was only 7kg OVER..)... (the second time after I had already BEEN TO THE FREAKIN’ CAR once and UNLOADED CRAP after being 14kg OVER!!.....) ....(what can I say, my ASSETS are loaded....) (..and my highly technological scales with the piece of board to hold the fat arse tote on so I could read the weight may have required further calibration....) and anyhoo, back to stiff chick; she almost caved, then went into tight stiff chick mode. She wanted to know where I was going to put the extra stuff, (never even hinted at a toe stretching exercise to alleviate my lower back pain at this point.....) because the planes are only small and can only take a specified amount of weight.......... (take a pill..........) then the Beaver, after informing the non-stiff check-in chick that she would remove her measly 1kg over into her carry on, that she wanted to be seated with "that bird at the other check in line......" "Oh, do you know her?" questions the non-stiff check-in chick. “Nah, but I reckon she looks alright” says the Beaver...... I’m feeling a bit flattered............
It's quite possible I was already feeling the need to stock up on an in-flight poise............
anyhoo..... after flying through check-in the Beaver comes over and questions the tight chick about my having already been allowed to check in the bags priority and what's the big deal if they came that way.... and (I love this girl.....) SHE CAVES!!..... Then I discreetly say to the Beaver with a sliding of my right foot, "take my purple paper carry-on tote before she sees it or I'm done....," and we make it through the golden doors of check-in............. whew!!
We meet up with other scrappy chicks for a variety of dietary fulfillment, then head off with Marg far, far, far away to a gate some 4km's away........... "this way" says Marg, and so we did for fear of being taped to an airport trolley.... Yes, off we trot. I have a ton of luggage right (not being over-weight or anything.....) and we traipse off along the corridors, laughing and crawling and sweating..... or maybe that was just me...., when we get to the very end gate that is not the number gate we are needing and Beaver says "Oh No, we've gone the wrong way, it only goes to 49 – it’s WAY OVER THERE!!!!" At this point some skank lying amongst a huge pile of luggage on the floor in a fetal position behind me said a really bad word (or maybe it was me....) and Marg says, totally shocked and bewildered at the totally unladylike behaviour of such person, "I haven't heard you say that all weekend.........." ...where's that tape when you need it...... hmmmmmmmmmmmm
SO, we turn around and off we go, working up a sweat the Little Losers Club would be proud of, and find the very close Gate 56....... Time to mount the runway for the plane, when "second stiff chick" says that I can't take the priority on board unless it's checked.............. Frightening visions immediately flash before my eyes, "weren't we just there?....." I'm a little hot under the collar by this point, and quite keen to make it known to the entire line boarding behind me that (because for the first time all weekend I am first at something............) that I am not moving until this bag goes through, so the second tight chick sends me to the other counter where "I really don't care how many plastic explosives you have in that bag you're holding up the line..." chick tells me to go through, and where I should leave the bag............ At last, someone with authority!!!
We are sent to our seats whereby we are asked if we accept the responsibility of being the emergency door helpers in case of emergency........... (outrageous spraying of laughter at this point........... and the most amazing look of fear on the hostesses face..) Oh sure! We both read the "Danger Danger - Responsibility Persons Information Sheet” and POSL!! "You know, we could scrap this - do you have your camera?" says the Beaver. "We could just tell the hostess that we need a new Danger Sheet.... like the other one just blew out this door or something......" says I... From that point we just lost it, again - still, whatever... We decided we would send everyone to the other doors if anything happened, or we'd just push them out so we'd have something soft to land on, or we'd just get drunk and totally not be responsible at ALL.............. Do you think they'll serve us drinks? Can you imagine our astonishment when they did?!! I am sure extremely nervously sweating and seatbelt fidgetting guy sitting just across from us wasn't entirely impressed by the fact that we asked for the whole bottle.... Well, we just couldn't stop laughing, and I know you will find that hard to believe, but we "just couldn't stop laughing!!...." The Beaver was quite bemused that anyone should think we could be anything resembling responsible............ sadly I had to agree...
Honestly, we had such a laugh, and a fantastic weekend. I really enjoyed actually sitting next to the Beaver on the flight back, unlike when I sat behind her on the trip up and kept making spidery movements across her hair with my fingers then reading my book when she frantically looked around brushing at her head..... nah, I didn't really...
So, on the much anticipated greeting of rubber and tarmac at Albury, without the slightest hint of danger in the air, we bade fond farewells in contemplation of the next annual migration. Beads of sweat did tend to trickle slightly from my brow at this time, as I thought about future stiff tight chicks at check ins and check outs, and made a mental note to self to make a casual drop in at the vets once home (nah, got the worms sorted...) to weigh in the fat arse purple tote for an accurate reading. I am also having real fears at this time that my actual body weight may have been slightly guesstimated at approximatley 14kg under where I'm really at...... and I've been feeling so fit too!! well, ....better get another set of scales for home bodies too......
And to think, that was just the flight home................................
cheers
Sunday, 5 July 2009
Scrapbook Forum News
Have I told you what's going on with the LSBS? I am still doing the 52 Pick Up, which you have ALL YEAR to do ALL the challenges! If you do all the monthly challenges, say June, then you go into the prize draw for June. They do spot prizes too, but if you know me - I'm all over the place so fat chance I'd finish anything in the ONE MONTH! Mind you, I am getting layouts done - so this is a totally good thing for me.
I have just signed up for their August Retreat....... WOW! Have been wanting to try something new for a while, and although the girls are all tied up with LIFE at the moment, I am still going to go. They have so much stuff going on for the Retreat, before and during!, and the theme this year is "Rough Around the Edges...." I think I might fit that??
The retreat is in Sydney, or about an hour inland from the airport. It's being held in August, so it'll be my Birthday Treat (...Retreat Treat!!.......). Even though it's only July I have still got in, and they take a max of 60 people so not sure how many are booked in. There's another girl going who I have got to know on the forums, so I am hoping to buddy up with her. The chainsaw thing worries me a bit though............ Should be a hoot, all the girls (on the forums) are a real laugh, so I hope there's going to be time left for scrapping!
I'm going to fly out of Albury too, so that'll save a bit of time in avoiding the added cost of breathing apparatus for entering the capital Swine Infecting Metropolis. Great minds must think alike though, because my fellow traveler is also embarking at Albury. Looking forward to getting there early. Will keep you posted...
I have just signed up for their August Retreat....... WOW! Have been wanting to try something new for a while, and although the girls are all tied up with LIFE at the moment, I am still going to go. They have so much stuff going on for the Retreat, before and during!, and the theme this year is "Rough Around the Edges...." I think I might fit that??
The retreat is in Sydney, or about an hour inland from the airport. It's being held in August, so it'll be my Birthday Treat (...Retreat Treat!!.......). Even though it's only July I have still got in, and they take a max of 60 people so not sure how many are booked in. There's another girl going who I have got to know on the forums, so I am hoping to buddy up with her. The chainsaw thing worries me a bit though............ Should be a hoot, all the girls (on the forums) are a real laugh, so I hope there's going to be time left for scrapping!
I'm going to fly out of Albury too, so that'll save a bit of time in avoiding the added cost of breathing apparatus for entering the capital Swine Infecting Metropolis. Great minds must think alike though, because my fellow traveler is also embarking at Albury. Looking forward to getting there early. Will keep you posted...
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