Monday, December 31, 2007
Sunday, December 30, 2007
This is my day #2 post. Oliver and I have been working on various Lego constructions over the past few days.
Saturday, December 29, 2007
PS: One of the joys of cooking last night - leftover blue vein cheese, and a glass of chardonnay.
Friday, December 28, 2007
Thursday, December 27, 2007
Last night we hosted dinner for all of Andrew's family at our place. The weather was perfect for eating outside.I love when it is my turn to decorate the table. Last January, in the sales, I bought lots of red and white trees, which I painted the names onto as place markers. I tried to keep everything else white or lime green.
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
We spent Christmas Day at my parent's place in Corrimal (a coastal town 1 1/2 hours south of Sydney). Once again, another eating fest.
It was Zac's first Christmas, and he received lots of attention throughout the day.
This year Mum used an Australian native as her tree, which she has been shaping during the year. It was very pretty with blue and silver decorations, and the trees own cream flowers.
Monday, December 24, 2007
Last night we celebrated Christmas with friends.
Cath and I organised a party with a music theme (we love doing that!) - songs you love, but would never really admit to. We compiled a song list after surveying the guests prior to the party, and burnt a CD. Cath wrote a blurb for the back and I made a cover.
Everyone has their share of secrets...particularly of a musical nature...you know what I am talking about...those songs you sing to in the car when you are driving around looking for a parking spot...those songs that take you to a melancholy place or a happy place or your year 12 formal...those songs that are so bad that they are good or just so iconic they are emblems of a glorious but faded past! Those songs that bring out your inner angst and torment!
Well, this year it is time to let all those musical disasters or clichés come right out of the stocking! It is time to stop being cool and time to start being a dag! Time to get sentimental and time to get out of character! Time to stand up and say "I LOVE THIS SONG AND I AM NOT AFRAID TO SAY IT" Having said that, some of your choices are scary so we warn you to be afraid...be very afraid as you listen. Alternatively, you can just fast forward to the next track!
HAPPY CHRISTMAS FOR 2007 AND THANK YOU FOR YOUR FRIENDSHIP.
Jen & Cath xxoo
Towards the end of the party the kids (especially my girls) really got into the dancing. Cath had taught them 'the Nutbush' awhile ago, and they danced it again and again.
Saturday, December 22, 2007
This week I have rearranged the front verandah to try to utilize space more efficiently, and to make it look tidier. Our house is relatively small for a family of five, and storage is always something I am organising and rearranging.
It began with Oliver's room, as I decluttered it on Thursday, in preparation for the goodies Christmas will bring. I was able to send many toys home with my sister for Zac.
Then I was on a roll and decided to move his furniture around, and eventually the wardrobe that was in his room went to the verandah, and is now a place to store some gardening bits and pieces, raincoats, and the tools I regularly use around the house.
The metal trunks that sit on the verandah, storing gum boots etc. were given a spruce up with some spray paint.
The little table I rescued from my parent-in-law's place was also given the spray paint treatment while I had it out.
As a result, everything is looking tidier, and I wont have to cringe when friends come to the door.
Elizabeth: The Golden Age
Andrew and I went to see Elizabeth: The Golden Age this week. We enjoyed the first 'Elizabeth' film, and were keen to see this one. It did not disappoint.
There have been a lot of reviews that have panned it, but I thought it was magnificent. The gowns...the wigs...wonderful! Just imagine having to wear all that stuff everyday. No wonder Elizabeth's real hair was in such shocking condition underneath, and that she needed so many ladies-in-waiting to help her get dressed. Andrew wasn't so impressed with the 'romance' between Elizabeth and Sir Walter Raleigh, and would have liked a little more historical action and intrigue, but I thought it was an interesting way to portray Elizabeth's vulnerability.
And I must say, I think Cate Blanchett is just beautiful.
Thursday, December 20, 2007
There was one who almost came close to the Griswold family home, but not quite.
PS: I'm sure one of our TV stations will show 'National Lampoons Christmas Vacation' this week. I really do get a lot of pleasure watching it each year.
This is a synopsis of 'Shallows'.
Winton places human stories within natural history, notably in Shallows (1986), where the action takes place during 1978 in Angelus, the last whaling town in Australia. The conflict between whalers and conservationists is personalized in the rupture between newly married Cleve and Queenie; she joins the protesters, while he becomes absorbed in an ancestor's 1831 diary of a whale ship voyage. Other historically rooted conflicts are taking place in the town, between landowner Des Pustling and a retiring but stubborn clergyman, while other local characters succumb to guilt and weariness. Meanwhile, Cleve and the now pregnant Queenie are reconciled, both nursing doubts about their causes, just as the annual migration of Humpback whales arrives offshore. (Dr Jules Smith, 2003)
Tim Winton often writes about whales. A big coincidence - at the time I was reading 'Shallows', a friend sent me a link to a site name 'Whales Revenge'. There is a game to play and a petition to sign.
“Play the game, sign the petition and send it to all your friends”.. this is the simple message in a campaign by Melbourne man Patrick Bonello to raise awareness about the whale slaughter in the Southern Ocean by Japanese whalers.
Sunday, December 16, 2007
Each morning, as I go outside into the yard, I wave a stick in front of me to tear away all the webs that have appeared overnight. There are hundreds of them! It is a shame to destroy such magnificent work, but they do make it difficult to complete daily chores.
The worst is when I charge out, forgetting about the spiders and their webs, only to have a face coated in web... and maybe spider. A little, manic dance follows, with me checking again and again that none of the eight legged creatures are attached to me.
I took this photo last night on our back deck. The spider had caught a Christmas beetle, and was preparing its meal.