I think i may have lost complete control when i was subjected to this video this morning. I don’t think i would have lived if i had tried this with the fatcat…
Mum- please let me know if Basil is a natural 
Semi-automatic kissing machine..
Almost through..
Its been one of those weeks…i feel like i went from dealing with the ass-end of society at the beginning of the week to dealing with the complete opposite at the end. And i guess that’s the way to end any week.
Apparently one ALP’s boyfriend (tee!) is out of town this weekend, which means we get to have single ladies weekend. And that means just one thing…
Mechanical Bull riding.
The Giz is jealous.
New toy!!!!!1!one
For the record, someone is a very happy boy
Some of my birds
Just a small sampling of the birds i caught during my tutelage under Stephen Davies. The first couple of photos were all taken at Eyre Bird Observatory which was transformed from an old telegraph station. An absolutely amazing place…we went there one December for a class that Stephen led every year. Stephen managed to get one of his old friends to sponsor me for the trip. Such an fun adventure
The rest of the photos were taken at either Stephens farm, Jurien or Ejah..
Sit down…it’s time for an email!
I just got the following email from my mum and it made me laugh, so i had to save it
Have you ever thought about how animals take after their owners…..the quirky things they pick up….right down to the looks….he had to learn it somewhere….hahahahahahahahahaha
Wictor..Wictor..
Life is strangely…interesting? good? my vocabulary is lacking today.
I received an email from S this morning…he wanted to see if i would be interested in getting together this week to talk. Of course I said yes…but i can’t help feeling slightly anxious about it all. I want to be able to have a friendship with him…i feel like he was able to help me through one of the toughest times in my life without ever complaining or asking for too much in return. I realize that we didn’t work out in the end…but does that really mean that we can’t be a part of each others lives anymore? There are actually very few of my ex’s that i am still friends with…i mean there’s a reason they are now ex’s But the ones that have remained a part of my life are kind of stuck there forever, and i really wouldn’t have it any other way.
In other news, Miss M and i went out last night with the nerds to go and see the new Star Trek movie. One word…awesome. Fabulous casting, awesome story line…i think i was in awe from the minute we sat down until the time we left. Of course, we had to go back into the movie theater to drag the nerds out (*) and i got teased for teasing the nerds (stop hating on yourself 
) But it was truly a very fun night.
In other, other news…we had a pair of ducks at work last week…the little male was very protective of his lady friend..but he did let me get close enough to take a few piccies..
*heart*
It’s been years since i was involved in birdbanding, but i still miss it
The drive to Stephens farm, unpacking the swags and getting the wine ready for that evenings sit around the fire. Setting up the mist nets…it was all such a process, something we all knew off by heart…but it was an enjoyable, relaxing process that i miss dearly to this day. I can still picture/hear in my head Wes heading off to check the nets and then coming back as quickly as he could walk as we had a 28 caught in the nets and it was go-time to get him released. Or the time we managed to catch 3 or 4 scrub-wrens and they nestled themselves in the bags while we were processing them and began to sing to each other.
I woke up this morning bright and early (before 6:15am poppy jack – enough time to catch, kill and eat the weetbix and allbran) and took the Giz outside for his early morning break and just sat and listened. First thing in the morning is always so beautiful here…no firetrucks screaming past to get to the high rise at the end of the street…no screaming neighbors. Just me, the pupster and all the birds in the area.
Yeah i miss it.
Happy Mothers Day
Dear Mum,
I know without a doubt in my mind that i have the best mother in the world…and thankfully there are so many other people out there that would agree with me because you have always adopted every single one of my friends and treated them like they were your own. Even when they might not have understood everything you said (Miss M i’m looking in your direction)
You have always been there for me, no matter what stupid thing i get myself in to and i want to tell you that i appreciate this more than anything else. Even though you are more like my best friend, you have never once stopped being my mum and i love you for that. Thank you for trying to carefully point out when I was being extra stupid, or for kicking me in the butt when i wasn’t paying attention to things that I should have been. You are an amazing person inside and out and I am thankful every day that i get to call you my mum.
There are certain times of the year when it hurts to be so far away from you and this is always one of them. But i take comfort in knowing that Poppy Jack has probably bought you chocolates (hee!) and Basil will be talking to you ALL DAY LONG.
I have started counting the days til i come home again….not long now. I miss you mum – Happy Mothers Day!
Friday Fun
So one of my oldest friends from Perth (and his beautiful new wife) were in town for 3 days and I was able to catch up with them last night. Instead of heading into Georgetown to Bourbon, we got the crew together and headed into Oldtown to Chadwicks.
I’m glad i got a small chance to catch up with Maffew and also to meet his adorable new wife Kylie….it’s been way too long and it just makes me all the more happy that i am coming home at chrissy and i can see everyone again.
Twas a good night…and now, just for the shock (fun?) value…Matt and I seven (7!) years ago…almost to the day.
My fat boy
I had this post on my livejournal and i wanted to copy it over for my memories..
November 24, 2006
I graduated high school in ’95 and spent the summer waiting for my TEE results. Mainly I was hanging around with some guys I went to school with. At the time I was dating a guy called Chris and one afternoon Chris, his friend Richard and myself all went out to the cat shelter to look for a kitten for Richard. Richard lived with his Dad and had decided that he a) needed a kitten and b) was not going to tell his dad
We spent most of the afternoon wandering around the cat shelter looking at all the cats and then Richard found him. A little teeny tiny tabby bundle of fluff. We filled out all the paper work, loaded him up in the car and started driving back to Richards house. Along the way home Richard decided on a name…Tac – cat backwards…he called him tac-cat. We pulled into the drivway and I swear not more than 2 seconds later Richards Dad came storming out of the house yelling at us that there was no way in hell we were bringing “that thing” into his house.
Shit. Now what? Never fear, I had a plan. We’d take the kitten back to my house and he could stay there for a couple of weeks until Richard had a chance to place an ad in the paper and find a new home. Of course I had an ulterior motive…I knew that if I could get the kitten into my house my dad would fall in love (never mentioned, said outloud or even hinted at of course) and we would be able to keep him. I don’t think I was ever worried about my Mum and the kitten…I think I knew that she would love him on first site.
So we turned the car around and drove back to my house. Explained the story to my Mum and although I think she was a little suprised, she was okay with keeping the kitten at our house “until Richard found a new home” (heh). The three of us took him up to my room and spent some time making sure he was comfy. I remember him latching on to a hoody that Chris was wearing…and then all of a sudden he was kneading at it and sucking on a corner of Chris’s sleeve. Hahahaa…I remember Chris taking off the hoody and saying “err…thats okay. You can just keep it”. That hoody became the kittens little security blanket.
About a week or so went by and Richard had some responses to his ad in the paper. I spoke to my mum about it and found my evil plan had been working. My dad said that we could keep the cat (we already had one other cat, Basil) and so we sorted it all out with Richard and the kitten was home. We decided to change his name to something that was a tad more suited to a furball and from then on he was called Rupert.
I’ve had my little guy for 11 years now…he’s a big boned, long haired, clean freak, leash-loving, squirrel hating, world travelling, guard cat boom-bah and he is loved by so many people.
And this morning I had to take him to the vet to say goodbye. Me and the big guy and Skinny Girl Cat love you one million my little fatguy.
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