Writers Workshop

This week for Writers Workshop I have chosen prompt 2.....

2.) I was holding on tight but…in the end it didn't matter.

My grip was firm on the steering wheel as I rounded the corner for the millionth time (or so it seemed).

Only the week before I had raced against an all male field, the only female in a group of testosterone filled drivers all competing for that first place.


When I did come first, they came up to me and shook my hand, one of them even hugged me, all in good spirit. They didn't really mind that they had been beaten by (aghast) a girl! They were proud of me and the competition I showed.

And I was proud of me too.

So back to this week. Holding on tight as I drove around the corner at a speed I can't even comprehend. With my butt to the ground I raced.

And collided with another.

Keeping my hands firmly on the steering wheel, I didn't exactly flip but I came close.

Off into the dirt where I came to a sudden stop.

Too scared to look at what was coming.....but the rest of the field missed me.

Thankfully.

All to show for my first official crash was a broken bone in my hand.

Federal Election, Vote For Hugh!

Today, Australians go to the polls and vote for the next Prime Minister of Australia.

It's actually quite exciting and patriotic to be able to do this....although I'm not really impressed by either candidate as it stands. Does this make me less patriotic I wonder?

If you are interested in our Federal Election and who the candidates are, click here for some info.

Personally, I think we should just vote for this guy.

He practically runs the country already.

The Easter Bunny wants to eat your children

I'm sure this post has been done before, but it's just too good to waste. Warning, scary photos ahead.....

I wanted to chat today about Easter. What a lovely time of the year. A time for families to be together. To participate in the annual Easter Egg Hunt. To OD on chocolate eggs.

I always hide lots of chocolate eggs around the farm and the kids grab their containers and have a great time finding the eggs.

And I usually forget where I have hidden them, and two months later we find them, melted in their foil wrappers. The eggs, not the kids.

But something has disturbed me about Easter. And the tradition that is the Easter Bunny.

Has there ever been such a scary, malevolent creature as the Easter Bunny. The big unnatural ears, the gleaming eyes, the teeth (omg) and the menancing grin..

I always imagined he would look like this, in my dreams and my thoughts....

But I am starting to have my reservations after coming across pics of him, in various guises looking happy and carefree and ready to eat the kids. Just take a look at these examples:




These are only a sample of the suspect, scary Easter Bunnies that can be found, sneaking around the cabbage patch, depositing chocolate eggs for unsuspecting children to find.

It's a conspiracy, it really is.

Welcome new friends

As I have alot of new followers, I thought I'd be just a tad self indulgent and share some of my previous entries just to show you exactly what I'm about.

I can hear you asking yourself: " So who is this Farmers Wifey, and why does she incessantly carry on about poultry as if we are even interested?".

Well first of all, about the poultry thing, I know I write alot about my guineas, but look here and here now do you blame me?? How cute is that!!

And second of all, I need an outlet for my wit, fast dry humour and amazing creative writing talents. Written with my tongue firmly implanted in my cheek.

I thought I'd start off with my very first post that explains why I started this blog in the first place. Then you can read about my amazing sense of humour and eccentric personality here and if you're not over it all yet, you can read this one - my 100th post. Which is again, quite awesome.

Should have gone to bed instead

Please God, give me back the two hours I wasted watching this.

Miss D (aged 9) after it finished:-

"I don't get it?"

Maybe the original or the stage musical is better.

Any thoughts?

Random oh Random Post

I really need to do a random post as I have so much to say....I'd suggest you go find a friend to read with you as this will be such an awesome post. I guarantee it!

It will be a mishmash of all the "things" shooting around in my head at the moment..

The Hubbster gave his permission (after a bit of arm twisting and bribery from moi) to share this photo of him and his broken sunglasses - care of either Miss D, Mr C or Miss T, or maybe all three of them conspiring to piss The Hubbster off....


I was trying to figure out why we have no socks around the place..especially on Monday mornings when I am running late for work. I did a scout around yesterday and looked into a few nooks and crannies (and behind and under lounge chairs and in the car) and guess what I found:-


Yes, this badass pile of socks (25 in all) and they probably don't even freakin' match.

I'm going to ZUMBA tommorrow with a friend. If you haven't heard of Zumba, you have obviously been living under a rock, or have no access to television telemarketing.

I've heard that Zumba is a fun, easy way to get fit and meet friends. With my dance background I shouldn't find it too difficult. Maybe I'll stand in the back row just to be sure...

Apparently, after a month of doing Zumba, I should look like this.


If I don't look like this, I'll be getting a full refund and sitting my butt and rock hard abs (not) back on the goddam couch.

We had a great day on Sunday at the Multicultural Festival, where Miss D danced her National Romanian group dance on stage. She looked divine and I was so proud of her. And her smile.

I saw a mum and dad with a toddler and brand new triplets..two little boys in a double pram and a little girl in mummys sling. I had a pang of jeolousy..and sadness...then an "I wish it was me moment" before melting at the sight of these gorgeous babes...

We met up with 2 other mums and all of our kids had fun on the rides including the dodgem cars, various jumping castles and the rock climbing wall where my kids kicked ass....

I was so happy, because my three kids were happy. They relished in spending time with their friends, and it was sunny and warm and we were together and life was good.

Life IS good.

BUT if my kids don't get out of bed at a reasonable time in the mornings, and help get organised for school, I swear to God I will hose them. I even bought a water spray bottle today that I am going to spray them with tommorrow if they won't get up. This should make a little less mess than bringing the hose in.

The Hubbster and I visited the bathroom supply shop the other day and decided on our bathroom fitouts for The Money Pit.

Our vanitys will be to the floor and I really like this style of basin, that sits on top of the vanity. What do you think?






I still think about my lost little one. Every day. I water his (her) plant and say hello..which is fine because I also talk to my guinea fowl and my chickens, so what's a plant matter?

I bought some new nail polish the other day. It's sort of this colour.




I've never bought anything like this colour before and can't wait to paint my nails. I also bought 10 cakes of soap for $4.95. Bargain.

I've decided to wear my bling instead of hiding it away. I'm always scared of losing my jewellery so I don't wear it. But I'm going to go out looking shiny and expensive.

I walked past two mums at the school gate the other day discussing morning sickness remedies and birthing information, and I twinged a bit. I looked straight ahead and walked on thinking "take it somewhere else will ya".

My blog. My bitch.

Mr C (aged 7) got in the car the other day all distressed and exclaimed:-

"we can't go anywhere yet, I have no technology!!!!!!!!!!!!!" meaning ipod or dsi game.

I love him.