A visit to the farm, and some randoms
Today Nicky and I finally made it out to the farm to meet GM. I was nervous as hell driving out, and had had the most major headache all day. But there was nothing to worry about, they got along really well, and Nicky had the most awesome time.
We met the most delicious (hahaha, not in the fake veal sense, but in the cute sense) poddy. He was five days old and just lovely. He sucked on Nickys fingers, and followed her around the paddocks. We had a play there for a while, then GM and Nicky fed the chooks and collected the eggs.
After stowing them safely in an egg carton, we headed out in the Hilux for a trip around the farm. GM was hoping that we'd bump into some roos or bunnies or a deer so that Nicky could see them up close, but the closest we got was spotting some roos up on the ridge, they were a bit far away.
GM was so careful driving in the Hilux, it was a bit cute really. He went super slow so that we wouldn't get all jolted about. He took us through a heap of paddocks and the cows followed us, so that Nicky thought they were chasing us. Then he showed us the cow with one eye, and the blue calf, and the white calf, and he was naming them all for Nicky - who thought it was hilarious.
A fantastic day, and Nicky only had a couple of questions at the end of it. "GM is your special friend, is that why he was holding your hand mum?" "Yes chicken, thats why. Is that OK?" "Yeah. Can we have the eggs for dinner with toast?" (the answer to that one was no, I made fried rice and put some of the eggs in)
In fact it all went so well, that my mind began to wander to random things tonight. That hasn't happened in a while, so to celebrate, here are my random thoughts in no real order. Enjoy!
Why is it called a liquidation when you don't actually want to change the excess stock into liquid, you want it to turn into money?
If you had guests coming, and you knew that they were coming, would you leave your dirty clothes and undergarments on the floor of your bathroom so that they would have to walk over them? I couldn't do it. If they're coming there is always the chance that they will need to pee.
Am I the only person who thinks that the Benchies were taking the piss yesterday when they were doing their Tribute Show for Steve Irwin?
If you haven't tried smoked cheese, you haven't lived.
I need to buy some flat shoes so I don't sink in the mud at the engagement party. But if I buy flat shoes, I'll have to buy new pants, because all my pants are the right length for high heels. And then I'll have to buy a new shirt probably. But the party is only a week away, and if I have to buy new clothes then I'll look like I'm trying, and I don't want to look like I'm trying. But I can't wear heels. What is the solution to this? Do I just wear my most wreckable pants and allow them to get all scufffed and squished and muddy on the bottom? Or do I buy new clothes and just wash them every day until the party?
I liked Rove better when he wore a tie and had more hair and less sideburns and was on at a non-swearing timeslot.
I don't think I would make a very good farmwife type person. I don't like getting poo on me, and I think chickens smell funny. And if someone tracked poo in all over my freshly washed floor, I'd kill them.
I think I may have an ear infection.
Australian Television is getting worse. There is no doubt about it. Its like there is an IQ test given to anyone pitching a new show, and if they get a decent score its an instant no.
I do not get male strippers. I don't. I don't think they are sexy, I wouldn't pay to see them. I wish they would keep their shirts/pants/g's on. I can kind of understand men liking female strippers, the female form is quite aesthetically pleasing. But men aren't. OK, a man with nice arms and a nice back and a cute butt, is hot. But when you are talking about a man who has a six pack that you could grate cheese on, if it weren't so slathered with oil, sorry, I don't think thats cute at all. I think that smacks of tool actually.
What ever happened to the sort of mandarin that peeled really easily? Why are the skins so much tighter these days? Its like they put them in the dryer before they hit the shelves and their little jumpers shrank.
