To Ken, Annemarie, Jake and Abby...... cannot believe you did it without the drugs!! Champion.
From daan unda
Friday, June 09, 2006
Congrats and welcome baby Abby (thats an anagram!!)
To Ken, Annemarie, Jake and Abby...... cannot believe you did it without the drugs!! Champion.
From daan unda
Thursday, June 08, 2006
Take me up to Montville, Montville, Montville.....
Lang-er-oo.
Well, we got away for a night to lovely Montville. About an hour and 15 mins from Brisvegas, up the coast and then inland up the hills. Very pretty, quiet and very chilled.
But full of these daft arts and crafts shops with some of the most seemingly tacky crap ye could possibly imagine - but people apparantly come from miles around to check it out. There was actually a shop called "Connemara" selling "Irish and Scottish clothing". Hmmmmm. Aibhe was left with Geoff & Barb who I think were more excited at the prospect of a full 24 hours on their own with her, than we were at the prospect of the short break. The ironic thing of course being, Alissa probably woke every 2-3 hours while we were away, and the following night at home slept for a solid 8 hours as her ladyship decided to sleep right through aswell. Typical.
So it's heatwave city back in Ireland. Yes, I get the RTE news on the web here and it just looks lovely. I do miss Ireland in the sunshine - walking through Grafton street at lunchtime as the whole country decides to strip down to bare bones and burn the crap out of themselves as soon as humanly possible. As for the west coast when the sun shines.......... have always said, if we just had the good weather for a bit more of the year, Ireland would be one of the best places in the world to live in. If global warming takes hold, we could be back sometime soon!! Though of course there is the traffic in Dublin to contend with. Currently takes me between 10 and 15 mins to drive to and from work every day - and we're about 5km away. Of course thats considered too long here so they're building more tunnels and bridges to ease the "congestion" in the city!!!
And then there's little tracksuit sporting scum bags around the Smithfield SPAR. Haven't quite found the equivalent here yet.
Brisbane is about to be declared and official drought zone. Water restrictions are about to go to Level 3 which means no using hoses anymore - though I had given up on that lark not so long ago - its pretty bloody boring standing there for a half an hour hosing the garden. Everything to be done by the bucket now (not just boring, but a bit tiring, so certainly not for me!). Its actually quite serious and they're now looking at ways of recycling all types of water waste - yes, even the worst kind - into drinking water. Yeuch. And its amazing how quickly the lush green grass turns to arid brown dust - though am told its equally amazing how quickly it will turn back again at the first sign of rain. So, everyone, please, pray for rain clouds.
Its the queen of England's birthday sometime around now so of course, the loyal Australian commonwealth subjects have a public holiday for her on Monday. I've asked if I could work and take a different day, but the office is closed. I'll work from home. Then again, with the World Cup being on, I may just watch some football. Speaking of which, the Aussies have well and truly jumped on the football bandwagon and have grabbed World Cup fever by the throat. Any excuse to drink some more. Though I think they may need some expectations reset as from what I can tell - reading between the lines - they really believe they can cause some major upsets. I alone am the voice of realism amidst the blind yellow and green optimism (naiivety?) thats gripping the place. Mind you, its mainly in Melbourne where soccer is ever considered to be used as a "football" term. Anyway, there will be plenty of coverage, only at rather inopportune hours. Some of the lads at work suggested that having a young baby I'd be up at those silly hours so I could watch most of the games. However, we have a very good baby who dearly likes her nightime sleep so I can gladly sacrifice that "opportunity". Hard disk DVD recorder comes into play nicely.
Anyway, I hope your bank holiday weekend was sunny and warm and laden with good Guinness and pint bottles of Bulmers with ice. Yum.
Well, we got away for a night to lovely Montville. About an hour and 15 mins from Brisvegas, up the coast and then inland up the hills. Very pretty, quiet and very chilled.
But full of these daft arts and crafts shops with some of the most seemingly tacky crap ye could possibly imagine - but people apparantly come from miles around to check it out. There was actually a shop called "Connemara" selling "Irish and Scottish clothing". Hmmmmm. Aibhe was left with Geoff & Barb who I think were more excited at the prospect of a full 24 hours on their own with her, than we were at the prospect of the short break. The ironic thing of course being, Alissa probably woke every 2-3 hours while we were away, and the following night at home slept for a solid 8 hours as her ladyship decided to sleep right through aswell. Typical.So it's heatwave city back in Ireland. Yes, I get the RTE news on the web here and it just looks lovely. I do miss Ireland in the sunshine - walking through Grafton street at lunchtime as the whole country decides to strip down to bare bones and burn the crap out of themselves as soon as humanly possible. As for the west coast when the sun shines.......... have always said, if we just had the good weather for a bit more of the year, Ireland would be one of the best places in the world to live in. If global warming takes hold, we could be back sometime soon!! Though of course there is the traffic in Dublin to contend with. Currently takes me between 10 and 15 mins to drive to and from work every day - and we're about 5km away. Of course thats considered too long here so they're building more tunnels and bridges to ease the "congestion" in the city!!!
And then there's little tracksuit sporting scum bags around the Smithfield SPAR. Haven't quite found the equivalent here yet.
Brisbane is about to be declared and official drought zone. Water restrictions are about to go to Level 3 which means no using hoses anymore - though I had given up on that lark not so long ago - its pretty bloody boring standing there for a half an hour hosing the garden. Everything to be done by the bucket now (not just boring, but a bit tiring, so certainly not for me!). Its actually quite serious and they're now looking at ways of recycling all types of water waste - yes, even the worst kind - into drinking water. Yeuch. And its amazing how quickly the lush green grass turns to arid brown dust - though am told its equally amazing how quickly it will turn back again at the first sign of rain. So, everyone, please, pray for rain clouds.
Its the queen of England's birthday sometime around now so of course, the loyal Australian commonwealth subjects have a public holiday for her on Monday. I've asked if I could work and take a different day, but the office is closed. I'll work from home. Then again, with the World Cup being on, I may just watch some football. Speaking of which, the Aussies have well and truly jumped on the football bandwagon and have grabbed World Cup fever by the throat. Any excuse to drink some more. Though I think they may need some expectations reset as from what I can tell - reading between the lines - they really believe they can cause some major upsets. I alone am the voice of realism amidst the blind yellow and green optimism (naiivety?) thats gripping the place. Mind you, its mainly in Melbourne where soccer is ever considered to be used as a "football" term. Anyway, there will be plenty of coverage, only at rather inopportune hours. Some of the lads at work suggested that having a young baby I'd be up at those silly hours so I could watch most of the games. However, we have a very good baby who dearly likes her nightime sleep so I can gladly sacrifice that "opportunity". Hard disk DVD recorder comes into play nicely.
Anyway, I hope your bank holiday weekend was sunny and warm and laden with good Guinness and pint bottles of Bulmers with ice. Yum.
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