You just have to love them… Dont you?

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Ok, well it’s whinge day here. Child three is whinging, child two is whinging, child one is asleep after attending party last night so she is actually not one of the whingers today.

I’m so bored, find something to do, there’s nothing to do, wash the dishes then, nah, clean your room then, nah, read a book then, nah boring, well entertain yourself then. You could clean the car, jack up the other car and take a wheel off, sweep the house, go for a walk, teach your brother something he doesn’t know, cook some biscuits, have a shower, mop the bathroom, clean the toilet, do some sanding on the car, play with the cat, cut the lawn, the list goes on and on, how could you be bored…. there is an xbox in the house and two other play console thingies…….

Meanwhile, I sit here waiting for the bog to dry on the Kingswood so I can get back to the sanding job, and its a big one I tell ya. Windscreen comes out this week, then I can get a better look at the condition of the cowl panel. I think the guy thats going to weld in the floor will arrive next Saturday, then its just a matter of getting the radiator exchanged and then pretty her up, then all she needs is some paint, then shes done. Probably about six weeks all up, but I have placement then I will get onto the prettying up part of the project. All sounds fun huh??? There is a lot of rust in the poor old girl.

Must get back to whinging kids then shut myself in the garage with the Kingswood, at least she can’t voice her opinion about anything.

Countdown…..

No, I am not referring to Molly Meldrum’s Countdown, but I now have a couple of those prehistoric images in my head. I was talking about the countdown to my placement, starting on Tuesday 10th April, Iam now getting a little excited about spending the five or six weeks with them, should learn heaps and will be good fun. Although, I dont have anything half decent to wear, I dont really have ‘office’ clothes. Shorts and T-shirts might be out of the question, as too would factory work pants and boots….lol. That would be funny though, but probably not on the second day…

All kiddies (young people) are cruising along well, child one doing a couple of talks at Tafe this week, and stressing about them. Child two doing great at school and feeling positive until I get mail and phone calls from the school about not handing in work. Honestly, what do they want me to do about it…..smack him…??? I told him that yes I did get the mail and yes I do realise he hasn’t done that bit of work, I told him that child two needs to make the commitment to the work, as i can only encourage him to get his school work done, i also told him that I wished child two would speak to him the same way he speaks to me when I am in encouraging mode…… he said he doubted he would. I asked that if he didnt complete it that night then he had permission to sit him down, hand him a bit of paper and ask him to write the paper there and then. Never mind, he did it, then the printer ran out of ink, cant win. Child three had parent teacher interviews on Monday, very happy, still sucks with phonics and spelling, well so do I, he loves writing stories so I suggested that he would improve greatly as he has during the beginning of the year.

Getting really P***ed off with some members of ebay, mainly the ones I deal with, ifsomeone makes their payment….. bloody-well acknowledge it. It doesn’t cost them anything…..and saves people who pay for things any undue stress.

I have now fully recovered from the Museum visit, and just in time too, I have committed my Monday to stocktaking the school tuck-shop….. geez, some people will never learn. See how many people I can annoy on that day. Must remember to take fans (not people you follow my every move and love me) cause it is stinking hot in the canteen.

Have a happy Wednesday all.

Day at the museum…….

Yeah, yeah I should have known better, no, I don’t actually WANT to volunteer ever ever again to ‘help out’ for a grade three (or any other grade) trip to the museum (or anywhere else). What was I thinking on the day I said ‘yeah sure’? Rocks in my head I must have had that day.

So we arrive at school for the early assembly of the grade threes, first indication of trouble was that the entire grade three population of the school (including 7 high needs kiddies) that were to travel via the last two train carriages of the 9.17 train into the city. ‘Oh crap’. I had hoped I only thought that comment and not voiced it, but at that (early) stage I could have done so. We (the parent ‘helpers’) were then assigned our FIVE kids for our teams (I dont like the term team as it seems to indicate competitiveness) and pack all sets of five lunches, morning teas and drink bottles (who the hell packs sliced cucumber in a paper bag???) into a backpack for ‘parent helpers’ to carry, keep safe and disribute as directed.

Sigh, then came the name badges, No I will not put MUM on mine, then came the walk to the train station, by this stage I have had enough, I had already counted5 heads (kids in my team) that many times it wasn’t funny, and that was just getting to the station. Train trip was fairly safe (as the doors were locked) numerous games of eye spy were played, why is it I always seem to get the ‘bum and boob’ group of kids???? sigh again. Listened to my teams many stories including, I have four horses, one is a … whatever, the other one is a whatever, but a gray one, oh the other one is dead, and the other one is pregnant now, which is kinda funny cause Mum said it is due on that same day as Dad’s girlfriend is due, and Mum said she wants to shoot it….. Holycrap I was hoping she meant the horse, but at that stage with all the interruptions (5 stories being told at the one time) It was a little hard to tell.

ok so we get to the museum with minimal conflict (get back here with the group or I will sticky-tape you all together) to be greeted at the door by the friendly (exasperated) volunteer staff for the day (come to think of it, that was the only time we ever saw them), ushered into what canonly be described as a mini version of Canberra’s QuesTicon. ‘Ok group, we will stick together and get a good look at everything’ ‘group?’ ‘group????’  Oh crap, thenwe ALL spent about two hours playing, ok now I have you, stay put and Oh I can see Taylor over there, whats the chances me of grabbing her attention while you stay here and……. turn around, oh, forget it.

Noon was lunch, way too hard to listen to life stories and eat lunch at the same time, but managed. ‘WOW, get a look at THAT woman’ said one of my charges…… ME:’hoping like you would not believe that a 6 foot, 120kg woman wearing armyboots was not behind me, but it was ok it was just a statue of a naked woman…. I actually breathed a huge sigh. Far less confronting…

Train trip home…………. smelling the coffee all the way, met child two on his way home, glad he got to experience a little of the noise that we all had. Dreaded but survived the 500 metre walk back to school, loved the downhill 100 metre crawl to the car, and thoroughly loved the coffee I had when we got home….

To tell the truth, it was a great day, I asked the other ‘parent helpers’ what was the best thing about helping out with a term one excursion…….the fact that when we are asked again to help out… we can now say, nah, we did it in term one.

Omg, we are stuffed, 8pm bedtime.

Not happy Jan……

*****No reference made to the ‘Aunt Jan’ whom comments from time to time on this blog. The title just refers to my day, although, yes, it is Friday, which is a good thing, I just didn’t have the greatest day, you know the fabulous Friday that we usually have.

Why cant this blog space be voice activated, as I cant really be bothered typing today, Friday mornings really wears everyone out, we cover Networking in the morning, and we all feel like we have run a couple of laps of an oval by the time we have finished.

This weekend I will attempt to start the mower again, although I dont actually hold much hope, may have to argue with the whipper snipper instead. It is far more agreeable than the mower at the moment anyway.

Dont have anymore plans for the weekend apart from tackle the yard.

Got a phone call from Cousin Julia this afternoon, that was a surprise, we will arrange to meet soon as it will be nice to see familiar faces again after so long. And i will look at her car too, if it holds out until then, I might slip over there and have a gander at it a bit sooner than that. P.S. I hate mechanics too, thats why I do most of the car stuff myself, it works and is way cheaper. And they are money hungry bastards who think they are the only ones who know anything about cars. Most of the time basic problem solving cures.

Hi there, welcome to P&C……..

Well, excluding today, I usually love Tuesday, not that anything happened to change my view of Tuesdays, just having a bad day I think. I think I am secretly being sucked into doing ’something’ for the school P&C, not quite sure what that is exactly, but the feeling is there, sheeesh, you offer once and it seems that all of a sudden you have committed yourself to ’something’ for the next five years. Once the ‘bitchyness’ of P&C and tuckshop has been sorted out I think it will go great. So, I offered to ’sort it’, told them that I don’t know any of them and dont know any of the carry-on that has been happening and dont want either of the ‘groups’ in my ear and dont care who I offend, if anyone.

I dont care if in 1962, her mother ran over her mother’s country show entry dog before the school was built. Get over it… and it doesn’t have anything to do with why the tuckshop is running at a loss (if indeed it is, dunno where the books are). Don’t really understand why women have this need to be a bitch, think they are better than others, think they can do a better job than others, expect better of others when they wont change themselves, they are just being cows…. and it has a detrimental effect on the running of their tuckshop, fete committee and the P&C in general.

Sheeeesh, no wonder people wont join the damn P&C, if last nights meeting was anything to go by, they are in more trouble than they actually think. Damn in-breeders, need to break up those ‘clicky’ little groups they have going or at least share them. One girl was asked to leave, pity that didn’t end up as a punch-up, then they could have all been dismissed, therefore solving at least some of the problem/s.

Anyway, I am due to meet the ‘tuckshop’ girl (same girl who was asked to leave meeting) tomorrow morning, to give her a hand setting up tuckshop and get to the underlying issues, oh and to up the prices of salable items… fun fun.

 Must go now and look up some policies (for Tafe and tuckshop)

Have a great Wednesday all.