Author: Veronica

You know how when you are looking for one thing, you inevitably find another? Well…

Yesterday I was in the shower and Nathan came rushing in telling me we had a problem.

‘We have MICE!’

‘How do you know?’

‘I saw one. Der.’

‘Oh okay. Ummm, let the cats inside then and we will buy some traps when we go out.’

‘Uh huh.’

Bear in mind I was trying to wash my hair while we had this conversation.

Little did we know that mice were going to be the least of our worries. Heh.

Soon after I got out of the shower, we had a good look at where the mouse had disappeared.

Nathan pulled back the lino in the dining room and peered into the mouse swallowing gap. Nothing. He pulled back the lino further and discovered! a board. Not just any board though, it was a board covering A HOLE. In my floor. Where someone had put their foot through the floorboards and never bothered to patch it up.

Wait though, it gets better.

Guess what we found in the hole? Go on, guess.

Water!

So you know, when Mum said that walking through my house (with it’s slightly uneven floors) was like being at sea, she wasn’t far wrong.

Thanks Mum.

Sooooooo, after my parents showed up (Mum armed with a container of tadpoles, just in case we couldn’t fix it), we set to work pulling up part of the floor and digging a drain to let the water out.

It was muddy and messy and did I mention the mud?

Oh god, the mud.

The water turned out to be grey water that was flooding back under the house because the drain was built by a fucking moron built exactly level with the house and EVERYONE knows that water won’t run up hill.

You know, this might explains the slightly musty smell that we couldn’t get rid of.

Heh.

I did suggest to Nathan that we just pull the entire floor out, plant reeds, let some frogs go and call it an ‘Indoor Outdoor’ area. I really wanted to watch frogs while sitting inside.

Sniff.

(I may very possibly be more my mothers daughter than I think.)

But anyway, we dug a drain and let the water out. The really muddy part came when the drain filled up and had to be emptied with buckets, so that MORE water could come out.

And then more water.

Is it bad that I could carry on a conversation with Nathan and Dad while I was outside and they were inside? I have to growl at Dad publicly for throwing bits of rubble through the hole at me.

Thanks Dad.

So I have come to the conclusion that whoever built the house was an idiot, because honestly, who digs a house shaped hole, lays flagstones (Yes, I said FLAGSTONES, not concrete or footings) and then puts a house exactly level with the yard.

I mean, honestly?!

This is AFTER I rinsed my hands. Thank god I don’t keep my fingernails long.

And mud is good for the skin, right?

Anyway, we now need to concrete the entire dining room, very soon. You know, before the floor collapses from dry rot and we drown.

The aftermath outside. See? An inside pond with reeds and frogs wouldn’t be such a bad thing after all.

At least until I discovered frogs in my socks.

Maybe I should be breeding trout instead.

Weekly Winners as hosted by Lotus.

Today was a rather busy day. We spent alot of it covered in mud, but you will have to wait for tomorrow to hear about that. (It is a bad bad thing, but it makes for good blog material. Typical. hehe)

Look Mummy! I’m so strong!

What? You followed me?

Amy thinks we are being too loud.

Seven is kicking back in front of the fire.

I know, I know, not many photos. AGAIN! I’m sorry. Tomorrow will be filled with renovations and mud. Trust me, it is dirty.

See more Weekly Winners here.

Susan from Momabetes (she also can be found at James and the Giant Moose) tagged me for a meme.

I know, I know, you hate me. I hardly ever do memes.

Instructions…

1) Write your own six word memoir;
2) Post it on your blog and include a visual illustration if you’d like;
3) Link to the person that tagged you in your post, and to the original post if possible so we can track it as it travels across the blogosphere;
4) Tag at least five more blogs with links; and
5) Leave a comment on the tagged blogs with an invitation to play!

Lets see, a 6 word memoir.

Needs more sleep to function normally.

No?

Or we could try…

May explode under stressful circumstances. Avoid.

Or or or!

Needs chocolate and hugs to function.

But the one that seems to fit me best is…

Amazing cook, indifferent housewife, fantastic mother.

You can find examples of my amazing cooking here.

My terrible housekeeping here.

And my mothering skills here. (Okay so that link? Is more like my negotiation skills, but you know. Negotiation is a big part of motherhood, right?)

So there! I am not going to tag anyone for this (heh, you know I just can’t be bothered doing all the links and all the comments right?), however I invite you to share your six word memoir in my comments. Or not. As you see fit.

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As a side note, Nathan and I just finished watching the movie Planet of Terror.

There is alot (a freaking lot!) of gore and I watched a good portion of the movie with my eyes covered, but if you can cope with that kind of thing I highly recommend the movie.

It is so fucking funny. I pissed myself laughing through most of it.

Have you seen it? What did you think?

Kat asked me…

Let’s see… how about this:

1. How did you meet your man?

This is too long of a story for today. I do promise to tell you guys one day though! Wait for it, it will probably take me 3 posts to tell the whole story.

2. When you were a kid, what did you want to be and do when you “grew up”?

I swore black and blue I wanted to be a vet. For years, I wanted to be a vet. Then I changed my mind and decided I wanted to be a chef. After completing part of a Certificate II in Kitchen Operations and working full time in a kitchen (towards an apprenticeship no less) I quit my job.

I still love and adore working with food, but honestly, I don’t think I could be a chef and a mother. Not at this point in my life.

Eventually, after the kids are all in school, I want to study nursing.

3. Are you grown up yet?

No. definitely not. I am 19 and I think I have a whole heap of growing up left to do. That said, I am mature (you can tell, right?) and I don’t enjoy alot of things people my own age do.

4. What has been your most embarrassing moment with Amy so far?

Well, how long do you have?

I don’t get embarassed very easily. I tend to just laugh as Amy does stuff, I mean, how else would I cope? The funniest (albeit red face inducing) was the time Amy popped one of my boobs out in public. From the top of my shirt. In front of a group of teenage boys. As red as I went, I nearly pissed myself laughing at their faces.

She also tells everyone out in public ‘Mummee boobies!’ and pats my chest.

5. How much time do you spend reading/writing blogs every week?

I used to spend alot more time than I do now. Since I moved into this house, I probably spend 2-3 hours a night writing and reading. My internet connection sucks, so I don’t get done nearly as much as I would like.

This explains why if you are on blogger, you haven’t had a comment from me lately. It takes me ages to load the comment form and generally fails a good 4-5 times before my comment will go through. After 3 refreshes I tend to get impatient and swear I will come back later. then I forget.

6. How many kids do you want to have?

4. or 5, maybe. I want a big family. You know, when we finally get #2 happening!

7. If you could go anywhere in the world on vacation, where would you go?

France, but not Paris. I want to see rural France and eat their food. I would also love to have ‘real’ sushi at a sushi bar in Japan.

8. Who is your best friend?

To be honest? Nathan. But if you are talking best ‘girl’ friend I don’t have one anymore. I miss having a BFF to talk to. Alot.

9. Do you like ducks?

Yes! Alot actually. Even though they are messy, noisy, bossy creatures, I really like ducks. I am actually wondering if getting a few muscovy ducks after winter would be such a bad idea. Although they would probably end up down at the river and NOT here giving me eggs and young ducks for the table. Hmmm, I wonder if there is any cash in raising ducks.

10. Why?

Because they give large delicious eggs. Because they are one of my most favourite roast meats.  Because I am always thinking about my stomach.

As a side note, Amy ADORES ducks. She has a few books and some blocks with ducks on them and she loves them. I even caught her kissing the duck blocks the other day. Very cute.

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I have Burgh Baby’s question and answer half written in a draft. It was a tricky question and I need to answer it with my tact firmly at the front of my mind.

If you like, you can ask me more questions. I promise to try to answer them.

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Also, if you have a spare moment, you should go check out this interview between Xbox4Nappyrash and Frogpondsrock. I nearly died laughing. Trust me, it is worth the click.