Monday, 29 March 2010


Saturday night was our local Show Ball.
And a Masquerade Ball at that.

As President of the Show Association, it was a busy night .... and busy lead-up .... and busy clean-up. Thankfully I have a fabulous all-female executive committee, all hard-working bush ladies who know how to roll their sleeves up and get the job done.

This all-female team was very excited about the big night as well. How many young girls this age get to attend a masquerade ball?

What's up Pussy Cat?

Bat Boy!

Flutter by, Butterfly!

...and half girl- half bird!

After a great night of revelry, I didn't have any of my team of helpers available for hall clean-up duties Sunday morning.

Tuesday, 23 March 2010

The Girl who was a Cowboy

Life certainly does sometimes imitate art, in this case art of the literary nature.

And in this instance, 'cowboys' of the 'Sally' nature.

This little literary gem came home from Grandi's last week after a flying visit by Matthew and Wallace to see Old Nev for his birthday. Some special "boy's time".

This beautiful book, first published in 1965, tells the tale of one young Margaret who rarely seems to be out of her cowboy hat.

Remind you of anyone?

Sunday, 21 March 2010

Remember This?

Hard times.

Terrible days.

And now this...

..and it doesn't seem to know how to stop.

Still no complaints.

Having closely monitored the forecast path of Tropical Cyclone Ului all of this week, we are somewhat relieved to only be feeling the outermost reaches of his grasp, with rain falling last night and today, close to two inches now.

Unfortunately, flushing was on today's agenda, a job that cannot be put off due to weather, illness or lack of motivation. From Day 1 of the needling program to align donor and recipient cows through to Day 19, no deviation from the calendar is allowed, so come rain, sleet or snow, today we had to flush.

So with gumboots donned, raincoats reached for and hats pulled low, we made it through.

Children were given strict orders to remain housebound, to ring the yards only in case of emergency and to ensure all washing was folded and put away before our return.

They did good!

Wednesday, 17 March 2010

Bend it like Beckham

While David Beckham recovers in a Helsinki hospital bed, with Posh agonising by his side at their possible future decline in income, soccer is the current sport of choice at Rock Wallaby.

Tammy and Ruby, the two latest recruits to the game think it the most marvellous sport they've ever encountered.

They do get in a fair amount of trouble for 'hogging' the ball however. And have been sidelined on more than one occasion for 'tripping' their two-legged team mates.

No Achilles Tendon problems here.

Dog slobber's our major concern.

Sunday, 14 March 2010

Funday Sunday

Now Sally, we all understand that there is nothing about riding horses that you need to be taught, but if at any stage you feel you may like to listen to instruction, please feel free.

Wallace, you need to stop saying 'Yeehah' every time you make it over a jump.

You just concentrate on your facial expressions Sarah, you're going great.

And Jessie, you look to be having way too much fun.

Do I still look like a cowboy without my hat?

Saturday, 13 March 2010

Pretty in Pink

There just aren't enough superheros wearing pink these days.

Bath towels don't feature much either.

But when there are verandah railings to scale...

Just remember...
...spread your arms and hold your breath and always trust your cape.

Tuesday, 9 March 2010

I'm Doing it Again...

....bragging about my kids.

Yesterday's Leadership Presentation at our small school saw Sarah presented with her badge as Delta Sports House Captain. Being of such small numbers, Year 5 through 7 are eligible for election into leadership positions. A wonderful honour for a Year 6 student.

I just hope they'll take her seriously, even with toothpaste on her shirt.

Monday, 8 March 2010

A Leisurely Sunday Drive

The three B's are attributed with revolutionising the cattle industry in our part of the country. Blade-ploughing, Buffel grass and Brahman cattle. And there are no arguments here.

Having spent yesterday at Chabo with buffel waist high, Fred the Wonderdog had to do a lot of jumping just to keep the cattle in sight.

With wet weather still hanging around these parts, our plan for the day was somewhat altered. As we slid through a number of 'greasy' spots in the truck with fingers crossed, we were spending a lot of time looking at the clouds again closing in.

With plans to muster the mountain country and finally get some cows away to meatworks, by the time we backed onto the ramp and the first rain started to fall, we instead raced in a close paddock of heifers destined to come home, sped them onto the truck and pointed our noses for home.

There's nothing like a wet smelly old dog for a travelling companion on a long drive home.

Sunday, 7 March 2010

Saturday: As Easy as 1,2,3.

1 shovel of cement, 2 of sand, 3 of aggregate.

I can handle that. It's not rocket-science after all.

Easy. 1 mixer full fills a barrow. Cool. Should be outta here reeeeaaaallll soon.

About now I was starting to have doubts. It was 35 degrees, 93 % humidity and no matter how much you shovelled there still seemed to be a trailer load of sand. This was about fourth barrow in, and there was still a lot of bare country to cover.

And by now there's sweat dropping from body parts I didn't know could sweat.

I want to go home. I want to sit on the verandah and eat freshly baked orange cake. And I know there's one sitting on the kitchen bench. And those kids have probably found it by now.

It was also about now I started sharing great wisdoms about those trucks that drive out from town with the big spinning tank on their trailer. You know the ones, they actually deliver the concrete to your door.

I was informed they came at a price.

And you think this doesn't!

These fellas just loved having some company.

They obviously don't know this is going to be a fattening pen.

Starting to taste a cold beer about now!

And then the help arrived! One grabbed a camera, one grabbed a shovel.

Thanks for coming.

Three hours ago would have been good.

But after AI'ing some cows, what better way to enjoy a cold ale than to this view.

Tuesday, 2 March 2010

That's Gold!

Yesterday whilst working with Mrs Cooper, the prep class was given the task of creating a list of items needed to take on a fishing trip.

Sally couldn't understand why Mrs Cooper didn't include her suggestion on the list ..... beer.


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