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She's mine all mine!
Fri 14th Apr '06
Evening all. Quick base-touch is in order.
I have a BBQ! Dad got it for me, a 4 burner with quite a few miles on the clock. It has half plate, half grill. One of the burners is a bit tempramental, a gas leak causes a flame up near the knob, so I should avoid cooking naked or while wearing flammable boxer shorts. I christened it the other day, got some people round 4 a barby, and boy did I do good. 3 massive steaks, flame grilled to perfection - my first time on a grill! Jamie Oliver isn't so awesome, yeah? Those 3 steaks fed 9 people, thats how big they were. I plan on cooking on it at least once every weekend. And, unlike Jamie Oliver, I can speak with an authentic aussie accent, and I dont conclude every sentence with 'yeah?' unless I am trying to annoy my housemates and guests with my very poor impersonations of T.V. celebrities.
My sweet darling Tracy is moving down here to live with me! Awesome! I cant wait - the distance thing is a bugger. We've spent long enough sleeping at opposite sides of a 300km wide bed. Apart from not being able to snuggle up and keep warm, it makes pillow talk cost mobile rates! Great for those times when you need to fart in bed, though... Anyway, not for much longer, 3 weeks after easter Tracy will be all mine to cuddle and kiss every night and morning.
Dylan has no training wheels on his bike anymore. What a legend! And, he plays soccer for South Services. I know us English's are City folk, and one playing for Services is a bit treasonous, but since he lives nearer to the Services training ground it means he can get to training easier. Then when he is older, he can play for City and turn all Services knowledge and training against them! He's a spy, y'see... bravely going behing enemy lines to reconnoiter and absorb premiership-winning inside information! Bwahahh! Bwahhhaahh!
I finally got ink for my printer, too. Which is just as well cos I promised a photo of the kids and claire for aunty lee. Now if I can just get my USB2 ports working properly!
Work is looking up. Our Taswegian counterparts have pulled their fingers out of their bums, got on an aeroplane, flown up here and fixed our issues. Not necessarily in that order, though...
I think that covers it, most bases touched. See you all later. Say hi to your mums for me.