A new low


Greetings:

I am sorry to intrude into your private and peaceful life, all the same
My name is Mrs. Rosario Ana C. Labindao, I work as an accountant in a
bank in Haiti. I contacted you to work together with me in claiming a
fund that I tend to use 50% of the money for assistance of displaced
people here Haiti.

I wait for your prompt response so that I can give you more briefing on
what you need to and how to do it.

Best regards from,

Mrs. Rosario Ana C. Labindao.

At least this one will only be attractive to particularly selfish and greedy people who deserve to get scammed!

A few thoughts

  • Vanilla vodka makes a surprisingly good Gimlet (though my favoured version has equal parts vodka and lime juice – half cordial and half fresh
  • Cooking with a child that hasn’t had a nap is quite like going to a teppanyaki restaurant. But much less fun
  • When said child that says “I’m not going to sleep”, and I reply with “yes you are, you’re so tired that you’re almost dead”, and he picks up the chant “almost dead, almost dead”, it’s not exactly funny, it’s hysterical
  • Parents and children have different needs, sometimes they intersect, sometimes they collide
  • The bunny is now unofficially named Carrot. Inigo insists that his name is neither Vizzini or Tiberius, but it is most definitely Carrot. I have been told, but I am a recalcitrant type
  • I am loving TransUrban beyond words. Yes, I know it’s unusual to profess undying love for a company that builds toll roads, but if it means that my husband is home BEFORE 5pm to deal with the feral offspring, then build me another M5
  • According to Head Office, I have completed my last unit, and have now applied for a volunteer position with the Australian Breastfeeding Association. I now have a Certificate IV, I did it in under 12 months, and I have proved to myself that I have a small ability at this study thing. Now I just need to apply myself a bit more and do other interesting things. What next? Is there a diploma in World Domination?

Happy Housewarming

Nanna brought over Inigo’s new house yesterday, and after a few minutes of assembly, Inigo got very excited, and then very confused as to why we were bossing him around to take a picture instead of letting him enjoy his fabulous new toy.

Co-incidentally, mum bought this at a garage sale on the weekend, from a man that I used to play pool with twenty years ago.

Happy Birthday Alex

I made a rainbow cake. The cake is itself was a bit of a fail, due to my extreme tiredness, I put the oven on the wrong temperature, and the cake ended up strangely dense, even for a mud cake. But I think I did OK with the icing, and the Alex letters that were made out of biscuits iced with royal icing.

Alex was very excited by his Diego t-shirt, and Buzz Lightyear watch and walkie talkie set.

Inigo was excited by the cake, and ate three slices. Then not much lunch.

Gonad coached the boys in how to pull silly faces. It’s important to learn these skills from a master.

Alex wasn’t impressed with the cake, but the biscuits were a hit.

And the neighbours were strangely quiet in the rain.

Name the bunny – Update

Inigo seems to have forgotten his insistence on Carrot, Mark favours Tiberius, and I am torn between the neat humour and dignity of Vizzini (and the images of him dressed in a satin cape), and the latin throwback “Tiberius Rex” (because he is a Rex bunny).

I knew a Rudy bunny, so I can’t go there, Peter/Mr MacGregor are both references to a story about people who eat rabbits, and I can’t go there, and Velveteen, though it is a beautiful story, always makes me sad.

So that leaves me with Vizzini Dorian Westley Walter Carrot FrostyChops Tiberius Rex Nettle, but that is rather a mouthful.

And now for his story.

He was found in a backyard guinea pig cage when the homeowners returned from holiday with his two lady friends. The three of them were taken to the local pound, and then to Porsche’s Small Animal Rescue, where I saw his profile soon after Custard died. Of course, I filled out an adoption application straight away, even before I read to the end of his description where it stated that he had to be adopted with his two wives. So I immediately emailed Porsche, explaining my allergies, and why I was looking for a single (wanted to bond with Jasper), Rex (easier on my allergies), boy (easier to bond with a girl bunny).

A few days later I got an email back. Isis, one of his girlfriends, had turned on the other two, and they had to be seperated. She found a home, leaving Titan and his other girlfriend. Then she had a stroke and died. Titan was all alone, and sad.

So now he’s here, living in our laundry in peace and quiet until we can bond him with Jasper. He’s had a really rough few weeks, and I am giving him lots of time, gentle pats and treats, so that he learns that he is loved, he is respected, and that this home is forever.