James the baby bird

A baby bird fell out of its nest and was handed in to our department at work. It was named James after the guy that found it.

James is totally mad, but then most birds are a bit mental in their own way. I feel a bit odd about the fact a wild bird will purch on my hand but my pet budgies go crazy and flap about the cage when I try to hang out with them.

Now I know how Jack feels when he can't fly around the room with them...

Champagne tomorrow... sigh

Despite being incredibly slack and not posting anything for the better part of the month, I have finally managed to vacuum out the car. It is something I havent done since October last year and it was getting pretty scary in there. Even with the dreaded uni report hanging over my head, procrastination never reached a point where I felt it was incredibly urgent to grab the vacuum cleaner, haul it down two flights of stairs and across the carpark. Eventually I did (last weekend) and now, less than a week later, the mystery gravel has returned. ARGH! Damn mystery gravel!

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Anyway, I was told yesterday that the dreded uni report passed and I have now finished uni for good. So I was ready to break out the champagne, which has been chilling in the fridge since Janurary in anticipation of this wonderful day, only to find that I may have to go in to work over the weekend thanks to a crisis. So no Champagne for me. Reminds me of a song... champagne tomorrow, champagne yesterday, but never ever champagne today...

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I also, quite stupidly, left the cable for my camera at work so I can't upload any photos I took during the last couple of weeks while I was in Brisbane. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention, I was in Brisbane the week before last. On my way there I stopped off in Darwin (its kind of on the way... a bit) to see what my husband looks like and got to see the new machines we recently bought. I was pretty impressed.

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I will upload some of the photos I took in Brisbane when I get my camera cable back and give a few highlights from my trip.

Hearts (not the squishy kind)

A nice person parked me in this morning, so while I was waiting for them to move their tank of a car I had a go at making a crochet heart (I had an idea to roll it back a little but remembered the scene from Charlie and Boots where they roll a ute down a hill, and though 'perhaps not') . This is a picture of my second attempt and it worked out fairly well. I had been pondering over this for a while, well since I posted a link to it a few days ago. I am really pleased with how it worked out, and now have to see if it was a fluke or if I can do it again...

How to sell your house

Sometimes I really wonder about real estate agents. I am sure there are many people out there who would probably agree. I was looking through one of the real estate websites and came across a place that looked nice... hideously expensive, but nice to look at anyway. Seeing there were about 20 photos of the property for sale, I stupidly thought they would be of the property. How silly! One was, the rest were of tree bark, reflections on a puddle, a bird perched on a railing and flowers in the garden. The one on the left is just an example of someones amateur photography portfolio being disguised as a means of selling a house.

Now don't get me wrong, I am sure they were lovely photos. But really are they trying to sell a house or do they have delusions of being discovered as an amateur nature photographer?

Surely they teach young undergraduate real estate agents in real estate agent school that people buying a house want to see the house, not blades of grass with stick insects. Clearly that is where I went wrong when we bought our house, I was looking at the house and thinking of what work needed to be done and whether it was worth buying. I never once stopped to consider the possible angles I could take of the top edge of the fence with an interesting cloud formation in the background.

The ugliest skirt in the world

It seems without uni to give me cause to procrastinate, I have no motivation to do all the little things I previously found necessary to do. So, I am a little late in posting this...

I call it the ugliest skirt in the whole world. Although to be fair they are made out of some fairly ugly work pants, so they didn't really have a chance. Whats that saying... you can't make a silk skirt out of a crappy pair of drill work pants?