I had a great day today with Grandpa. We went for walks, had apricot chicken for lunch, and I did a massive sloppy poo in the afternoon (I love dropping those ones on Grandpa!).
Tonight dad tried to feed me dinner but he doesn’t realise that I can feed my damn self <distant voice from background> “Damn. Evie who taught you to speak like that?” Sorry Dad. Anyway I’m a big girl now I can feed myself. I’m a bit slow at it, and I often miss my mouth, so dad does come in handy when I’m getting hungry and impatient. dad doesn’t seem to realise that food time is not all about eating… there’s so much more to appreciate… you need to engage all the senses to get the full experience. That’s why I put the food in my hair, in my eyes, up my nose, and rub it through my clothes. I try to make dad appreciate it by flicking the food on him, but he’s just thinking about “cleaning up” and his “precious” clothes… Adults are so one dimensional! It’s not a good meal until you tasted and worn your food.
Went to our church’s weekend away last weekend, good times.
I enjoy hanging out with people from church outside of Sunday, for some reason it seem to be much easier to get to know people who are new and people that are not so new that you should know by now.
Maybe it’s just doing social things together and that, maybe it’s something else…
Anyway so Friday night we stopped at Wellington Macca’s on the way out cause that’s the thing to do. I think the employees there deserve a pay rise, despite the service being slow and all the other little things. But they deserve it for putting up with kids going nuts and trying to destroy the place, I think these kids are pretty much there from the end of school to closing time too, not really sure though.
We had fun times, going through the bible, mucking around and doing other stuff.
We had a game show extravaganza thing on Saturday night which Nat and I did the MCing of. We didn’t have much time to prepare, actually Nat had to do most of it, so she did some scripting and that and came through with a little funny, and the punters seemed to enjoy the night.
I also learnt that I had dyslexia… I couldn’t read anything properly… but anyway.
So I’m losing track of time a little bit. Every time I go into work my roster seems to have changed again, and I’m working a lot of nights. That means that I lose a lot of my days, and get fairly confused as to what day it is.
I’ve been spending hours at home by myself watching DVDs and wasting time, which is actually rather nice. I still feel a bit dazed most of the time though.
An example of this would be that I spent about 15 minutes last night giggling to myself about the phrase “meeee bunghole shine”, which I’m sure normal people wouldn’t do.
I’m working most of this weekend, so I’m trying to figure out what I want to do tonight – go out and be social, or stay home and be well rested?
We’re going on to the 2 week mark of not having a working hot water system, and then last night our oven decides to pack it in. So now I think we are just camping in our house.
For the past 2 weeks I’ve had to drive to the amenities block (someone else’s house) to shower, and now we can’t bake, thankfully the stove top still works, although when you go camping you have a stove top or similar… Actually some people even have camp oven’s so I guess we’re kind of camping like a novice…
The worst thing it that we don’t get the benefits of camping, eg. not having to work and being in a nice environment like near the beach or in the bush or something…
Early, like way too early Saturday morning the little one was crying so the plan was to quickly put him back to sleep then me. But part the way through the process Nat tells me the hot water system is leaking, the worst thing about this is that our system is huge and indoors!
She said something about putting some towels in front of it, so I grunted or something and went back to bed satisfied…
So Saturday morning she sorts it out, we won’t have a new system until Monday so hot water should be back on Tuesday morning. Ah, whatever…
We also turned the tap off to the system and filled the bath with hot water, I almost forgot about it and it almost overflowed, we let some out Saturday night and the kids had fun in a massive bath.
Caleb was a little unsettled by it as he could feel his arms and that floating so held on to the side of the bath for most of it.
All Saturday morning I worked on the Jeep, well ran around town trying to find a press or something that I could buy to push these new bushes in with, but couldn’t find anything.
In the end I had a plan to use one of the bolts that I took off the car, which made me discover that although the outside diameter was correct the inside wasn’t and the bolts didn’t fit through them. So I gave in and packed everything up and went inside annoyed…
Then Sunday I decided that I would be that guy who Twitter’s throughout a sporting event, I forgot, so I’m still not that guy.
Sunday I lead church, and forgot the girls name who was doing the prayer, I had hoped she wouldn’t notice that I called her ‘someone’, somehow she did…
Being a leisurely Sunday with no youth group on, I decided to take a newspaper with me to the can and do a bit of reading under the impression that the can might be a place conducive for that sort of thing… but it’s terrible!
I don’t know how people read on the can… The cold freckle and the hard plastic impression on the my bum cheeks was enough to finish me off… No sir. Reading is for the lounge, the hammock or the comfy chair. The lou reading for me.
Incidently, how many words are there for anus? Freckle, Jaxi, Date, Bunghole, Clacker…?
Or, even, how many words are there for toilet? Lou, Can, Dunny…?
