The Chronicles Of…

It’s Hamish’s 2nd birthday today, I would wish him happy birthday via twitter or facebook as I’ve seen others do in the past, but he can’t really read yet (he’s not more advanced then the other kids) so instead I’ll just let everyone else know it is…

Here’s some shots of him.

Dicker, I know how much you want a garage so I thought I’d show you this one which you can take wherever you go!!

It’s for sale too!!

I’m not a poster kind of guy… anymore… I’m not even sure where you’re meant to hang posters after you get married.

Actually could it be in the garage? What if you don’t have a garage??

Anyway, if I were a poster kind of guy I think this one would be hanging with the others.

I’m confused and annoyed.

We’re about to have a Federal election, and I honestly have no idea who to vote for. Both of the major parties are fairly disappointing to say the least, and the smaller parties have been getting on my nerves for a while now as well. I don’t want to make some statement like “all pollies are liars, so what does it matter who you vote for anyway”, but at the moment I feel a bit like that.

Labor started out so strong in 2007, and I actually felt like there was a bit of hope after the Evil Empire had been defeated. But how was I to know that we were actually only at a bit of an ‘Empire Strikes Back’ moment, where everything was about to come crashing down, and all that good work was being undone by internal conflict? I should have guessed, I suppose. The Unions were never going to stand for being shoved back into the industrial realm, and then we had Kev backpedalling on climate change, and the Peter Garrett roof insulation fiasco.

…and then we got our first female PM! Which was exciting, even if she wasn’t a smooth media (“moooodia?”) type. I’m all for substance over style, policies over personality, and statements over soundbytes, but you have to admit she’s a bit embarrassing. I mean, I suppose she’s representing a large portion of our community (tuck shop ladies in outer suburban primary schools?), but on the international stage..? Kev could speak Chinese (although sometimes it was just as hard to understand him when he spoke English), so at least he had something to work with when it came to regional powerhouses. I’m just worried that on her first overseas trip to somewhere in Asia, the local government will mistake her for that other red-headed female of Australian politics over the last few years, and think that we’ve finally voted in One Nation. We’ll be at war before she gets out of the airport.

And then we’ve got big Tony over on the other side of the fence. By all accounts (in last weekend’s Herald), he’s quite a nice bloke in person, and has friends from all sides of politics. But again, I’m not certain that I want him representing me. So far he seems to be doing his best to start up “The Australian John Howard Show” tribute act, which might be popular in some circles, but doesn’t fill me with confidence. The man lied repeatedly about fairly significant issues, and used those lies to build fear which in turn won elections (yay Australia!). I don’t want to vote Liberal just to ‘punish Labor’, if it means we get three more years of the Howard legacy.

The Greens seem to have a few things going well for them, but they’re not going to actually win, and giving them more seats will just mean Bob Brown gets even more smug. If smugness was radioactive, no one would ever be able to go to Tasmania again without all their hair falling out. Bob Brown has a halflife of about 200,000 years. It’s gotten to the point where I just cannot listen to him without screaming abuse at the radio/tv/internet. It wouldn’t matter if he was promising to give me bags of cash if I could just agree with him that the sky is blue, I would have to disagree out of sheer stubbornness. Which I recognise is why I’m also a massive hypocrite, and should never nominate for public office.

The Democrats were going to “keep the bastards honest”, then had the world’s most public domestic and killed each other off before they actually achieved very much at all. Thanks folks. At least Natasha Stott Despoja wore Doc Martin boots in parliament. That showed ‘em.

In any case, I live in a safe Liberal seat, so it’s not like my vote is going to actually mean all that much. I just like the idea that I’m participating in a genuinely important act by voting. Maybe I should just vote for one of the ‘little guys’, like the “Three Day Weekend Party”. That way I could be certain that some public funds would end up in the hands of a person who doesn’t really take the whole process too seriously… oh wait, hang on…

Why can’t we just have independant candidates, who say what they actually mean, and who genuinely want to help their nation, rather than set themselves up for a great superannuation plan? Is that really too much to ask? Really?

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 I  was just over reading The Local – Swedans News in English, and came across this amazing guy!!

After an hour-long wait in a treatment room, he lost patience and proceeded to sew up his own wound.

“They had set out a needle and thread and so I decided to take the matter into my hands,” he said.

But hospital staff were not as impressed by his initiative and have reported the man on suspicion of criminal dispossession (egenmäktigt förfarande) for having used hospital equipment without authorization.

The full article is here Jonas, 32, sewed up his own leg after ER wait

Caleb asks me the other morning, ‘Do you want to see my new break dancing dance?’, of course I do!!

This was funny because I didn’t even know he knew what he was doing was called break dancing (I swear, he’s nailed it… he’s so much more advanced then the other kids!! Ok that’s all a joke…). I have no idea where he learnt about it and I love that he has developed what he has been doing and now has put together a new dance routine!

So when he showed me I was naturally amazed! He’s not a perfom in front of the camera kind of guy, but if I can get him to I’ll show you!

There so much stuff he comes out with that we have no idea where he learnt it so if you’re reading this and taught him about break dancing or any other of the random stuff he comes out with I’d just like to say thank you.

I’m starting to become like the people I laughed at in the past… Those people who turn appliances off at the wall after using them!

I know, ridiculous!

This was after our last bill being over $600 for a quarter. So now I’m becoming the electricity Police, turning power points off at the wall and lights off that I think aren’t in use, sometimes I’m corrected and told that the kids need to see while eating, but hey it’s a learning curve.

The good news is that the house we’re moving into (did I mention that we have to move again?? So annoying!! Even if we did know it was coming…) anyway, that house is have some solar panels installed later this year and although they won’t produces massive amounts of electricity at least it will decrease the bill a little.

It also has natural gas which is far more efficient than using electricity to heat. And I think it’s a better insulated place. So I’m looking forward to that.

The other morning I was making the boys porridge, I know I know I’m awesome.

Anyway…

Oh actually did I tell you I don’t even eat porridge and I think it tastes like glue? Yeah so I was making it but not going to eat, it was just for others!

Alright, I’ll get on with it…

So I put some brown sugar on it after serving it up and got some of the sugar on my finger so decided to suck it up, as it was going to taste awful, and just lick it off.

You know what?! It tastes pretty damn good and it was then that I realised I may never have tasted it not in something!!

I know that sounds stupid but since I was a kid I always thought it smelt terrible! So never ate it. My brothers and sister did, but not me, just couldn’t stand that smell.

But I may now just consider it next time… Although I’m not sure what else you put it on besides porridge…