BASE JUMPER STRIKES AGAIN

Is it a bad sign when you ring the Dr.'s office and they instinctively know which child needs the emergency appointment after you've told them your surname?

I am thinking it is.

Either
A. Your on the childabuse watch list
B. They have a camera fixed on your house and saw you carry the boy up the front steps.
C. The impact reverberations from when the child hit the ground and then the large solid object fell on him reached the Dr.'s surgery.
D. They heard that horrific scream that came from your mouth, you know the one only dogs can hear, when you felt the house shake and just knew something awful was happening downstairs.
E. All of the above.

Anyway it's never a good thing. Not something you call your Grammie and boast about.

The crazieness continues without fail. You try and hold it back, you have lots of "Come to Jesus" talks with the boy about how the human body really is quite fragile and reasonably delicate.

It's the flying feeling that gets him everytime.

He decided to run and leap and swing on the roof rack that hangs when not in use underneath our highset house. Unfortunately, we did not use repelling ropes to suspend the 4wd rack from the beams under the house, so the ropes that were there, after a few jumps this time, well they broke, and like the nursery rhyme, baby came down only instead of a cradle to follow him, it was the roof rack and the timber door we were storing in that out of the way space.

It all landed on the base jumper's foot, thankfully not his neck.

The heel is BLACK.
The Dr. is highly amused, chuckling all the way through the child's telling him what he'd done this time.
The mother is rapidly aging and seriously considering a custom made Michellin Man suit for the boy.

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Queenslanders are not built for cold weather. It was 8 outside last night, it was 8 inside also.

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Chicken Stroganoff is an excellent comfort food!

Officials and Insomnia

For starters the later makes pretty much evrything harder to deal with calmly. The elusiveness of sound sleep is like a fresh faced school boy trying to buy his first drink, never subtle or cool, invasive and downright annoying, indecisive and fleeting. Insomnia can drive you nutters, simple tasks become HUGE memory taxing affairs. For example, today after a week or so of my unwanted guest visiting and remaining with me, I could not recall ... HAD I put sandwiches in the lunchboxes? Or would my babies open the insulated packs only to find lovely pieces of fruit and muesli bars and a cookie to nourish their minds for the duration of the day? After a pantry check and the shock realization with the amount of bread left in the house, there was in no way any sandwich type material in the kids lunches, I did the sensible thing, ducked out to the bakery to buy a suitable penance ... the coveted Ham, Cheese and Mayo Twirl. Two giant sized dinner rolls lined with ham and cheese and a hint of mayo, then twisted to perfection and baked to there puffy heights. Ok. So it's a bribe, $1.90, and it's the get out jail free card, look Mummy brought fresh from the bakery a lovely roll so we can just all forget she failed to pop that sandwich in your lunchbox today! I'll blame it on the insomnia.
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Can I just say the referee for the Champions League final ruined the match with his inablility to properly supervise the match. IT could have been a beautiful game, a match between two of the best classical teams in the game, but no, alas, one man's ineptitude squashed the opportunity. I just would have liked to have seen, of the two teams, which would have won in a fair match.
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Possum olympics should be restricted to skinny possums, so as not to wake the inhabitants as they stampede across the roof.

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The new weight loss ....

IT took marraige, three kids, and an international relocation to finally acquire a decent backside where I did not have SPS, saggy pant syndrome. Low and behold four months of divorce proceedings and all that hard work is GONE! Poof. Puff of smoke and it vanished, bye-bye backside. Yet another small reason to malign divorce.

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But hey I'm still kicking butt on the soccer field.

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PASS the BUTTERWORMS is a worthy, light read.