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Endings at the end of the week...

A couple of weeks ago I posted about our 'den of creativity' and the various projects we were all getting on with at the moment. Today I will update on a couple of those and another - not exactly creative, but certainly a - project which has reached a conclusion of sorts...

On Wednesday Lukas finally handed in his 'Local Landscapes' painting. He was originally supposed to hand it in on Monday, and then the teacher gave stragglers an extra day, but in the end, we didn't meet either of those deadlines and he finally handed the painting in on Wednesday afternoon after having the day off school to complete it.

It turned out very well, I think.


The Grumpy Old Man and I are of the opinion Lukas didn't undertake this project because he has a deep abiding love of art or painting, in fact, both of us will be very surprised if he ever picks up a paint brush again. We think he probably decided to do this project just to say, 'I can paint, too, for the record, I just c…

Lots of New...

I was sitting on the bus coming home yesterday and thinking about how different my life is now from even six months ago - yes, this has been occupying my thoughts a lot recently!

Tuesday last week marked a year since the Grumpy Old Man passed his driving test. At first nothing much changed. There was still a lot of stress. We didn't have a car and it didn't look like we'd be getting one any time soon. I hadn't applied for the PhD yet, and even when I did in August, I knew I wouldn't hear anything back for months. We were still trying to get work for the GOM, and we didn't know what the owner's intentions were for the place we were renting.

Now we live somewhere different and every day is filled with driving. The Grumpy Old Man is now on permanent stay at home parent/taxi driver/carer duty. We came to the realisation that as much as he would like to work, employers just don't want to hire him. We considered continuing to beat our heads against that door,…

Why I will never be Martha Stewart or Flylady...

Well, aside from the obvious - they already exist and we really only need one Martha Stewart and one Flylady on this little planet - let me tell you the story of the microwave...

When the Grumpy Old Man and I first got together, even before we got a washing machine or a fridge, we got a microwave. At first - as with all new 'technology' the Grumpy Old Man wasn't sold on the idea of a microwave, but I could not think of another way to reheat my oft neglected coffee or make garlic salt and cheese crusties (they taste better than they sound). Ironically, in the 15 years since getting the microwave, I have completely gone off the idea of reheating beverages (blergh!) or eating those cheesy melty things out of a microwave (what was I thinking???).

The old microwave served us well, though it was never really used for anything more exciting than defrosting meat, heating milk, and very occasionally reheating dinner if one of us was late coming home. I put that down to not reading …

Doing a doctorate is about learning new stuff...

I picked up one of these from the Post Office today. It's the first step. Once I have this passport sorted, I need to get onto getting my Icelandic passport as well - because that'll doubtlessly take a fair bit longer to organise.

I probably won't need them for another year, but I will definitely need them.

You see, I had my first meeting with my principal supervisor yesterday. I wasn't nervous about it because we have been chatting on email for about nine months and she is only ever encouraging and enthusiastic.

Before meeting her I had a seminar to attend in the morning about using EndNote. I've heard so many things about this referencing database program; some people swear by it and say it completely changed their research experience for the better. Others say it was too confusing and they ended up ditching it for their own homemade system.

It looks pretty good to me, but I think its efficacy also relies on consistently using it, editing your libraries and back…

Our Den of Creativity!

This family has been ablaze with creativity of late - which is a good thing, because it means all our restless energy is being channeled into positive outlets!

I was musing on this last night, doing a bit of a tally of the current projects and I realised we actually have quite a lot going on.

Erik and Lukas are both currently working on paintings with deadlines at the end of June. Both the boys have been a bit slack after the initial burst of inspiration and so we're in something of a furious race with time at the moment, trying to get it all done. We might take a bit of a break from large painting projects with the boys in the second half of the year - it can be a bit stressful and all-consuming.

Lukas is painting Brighton Beach Hotel as part of the year six National Gallery of Victoria 'Local Landscapes' project (which Erik participate in last year).


While Erik is working on a painting which is serving the dual purpose of being his project for the elective 'Personal …

Wanna see why I love our new house?

We're slowly settling into life in the new house - the new life, the good life - it feels like a whole new bright chapter in our lives.

This week, while unpacking I found myself mucking around with packaging from inside a modem box, and as I looked down a 'tube' of cardboard, I found myself looking into a metaphor for our lives at the moment. After so many years under a dark cloud, we're finally blinded by the light at end of the tunnel.


Anyway, do you want to see our new house?

Nah, I know, looking inside other people's houses is so boring, right?

Okay, here's a little tour for you - excluding the master bedroom because I just can't be bothered clearing up the floor-drobe in there today.

When you walk in our front door, this is what you see! I have been dreaming of having a family portrait wall all these years! There is room for photos of Bryn and Ari and of members from Dave's family and my dad's side of the family when we get them - we've bee…

Love and Devotion are not signs of weakness aka Moffat's Women are not weak...

I've been rather frustrated of late by the idea that for a woman to be strong, for her not to be down trodden, manipulated, weak, a doormat, or whatever other descriptor you like in the same vein, she should never feel devoted love for someone. She should never have need of another person. She should never attach herself to anyone emotionally.

Because, you know, woman aren't social beings at all - well, not strong women anyway.

This irritating little fibre against my soul came to a head when I read the following - very poorly informed - argument as to why the next Doctor in the Doctor Who saga should be a woman (a notion I am not opposed to, by the way).

Find said offensively incorrect article here.

Okay, setting aside the misinformation about Time Lords being immortal (hmmm, so please explain why the Doctor is the last of the Time Lords, and why Madam Kovarian would have even believed the Doctor could be killed in the first place) and the false fact (which was later amended) …

Today I made my eleven year old smash his iPod Touch with a hammer.

Yep, you read that right.



Why on earth would I do that?

Well, I found out he had established a Kik account against my specific instructions not to do so, and then when I went to delete said account I discovered he had used a friends iTunes account to download Grand Theft Auto, Call of Duty, Duke Nukem and Block Ops. These are all first person shooter or maim and kill games.

I feel VERY strongly about this sort of gaming, and he has known since the first day he had his iPod that he was not allowed to play these sorts of games. I have caught him playing Grand Theft Auto on his laptop, and withheld the laptop for weeks. I have found him on unapproved social media on his iPod before and taken that off him for an extended period as well.

Today, I was going to take the iPod away for good.

You're probably going to suggest I could have sold it. The battery was dead, had been dead for a year, he could only play on it if it was connected directly to an outlet. It could not be fixed - we che…