Wednesday, October 7, 2015

Operation Occupy Twelve.

It's hard work trying to keep one kid happy. It's harder work trying to keep 12 happy. Yesterday they worked under the direction of Nan. They were weeding, cleaning, mowing their great-grandmothers lawn because let's face it .. no one else in the family is going to do it. It's a job that, by default of living here, is assumed on us and you don't know how hard a job it is unless you've done it. Not complaining, just giving insight regarding life in Ruralville.

I must give kudos to my 10 year old nephew who can work a lawn mower, like a pro, without complaining. Yesterday he mowed my lawns. The day before he mowed my grandmothers lawns. Very much so had a lot of respect for him ... and then his sister told me he took a dump in the paddock next to their house and that's where things changed.


Brother 3 almost talked me out of our planned picnic when he came home from work and became a Killjoy when I told him where we were going for our picnic. The Roys Hill reserve use to be a dump. Under all the lush green you'll see in the following pics lies a massacre of trash. In my mind I like to think it was all biodegradable, but I know in my heart that's just not true.
Had a great day at the dump anyway.






Proof the boy has a foot fetish.













It took 5 cars to get 17 of us 14.5 km. Sister and I have had the same car for 2 years now. She likes to tell people she got her Vectra first, but she didn't. Her's is an 04 and mine is an 05 and just by looking at the picture (mine on the right), my Vectra is way better than her Vectra.

It was a hot day in The Bay today and it's not yet summer.

Home for a good old fashioned Ruralville slip n slide with a garden hose, dish washing liquid and a tarpaulin.




Today, for Hubba, ended at 10pm.
4 more days to normalcy.

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