When the bloom of the Jackaranda tree is here...

Bon Boxing day puppies- Hope you plan to chill on ths particular public holiday. And now, the re-telling.

After going to the Uni for another talk, we headed off to the central market for some food shopping, which is always good. And I scored myself a slave bracelet for christmas, although it's starting to rust a little because Nanna asked me to do the dishes and I got it wet before I took it off. This, a watch, a couple of singlets and the computer gear constitute my christmas present from my mum (Dad payed half the printer). The ammount of money spent on me was frightning. In any case, the next day we headed to Zoe's at around three, and stayed until about six. Mostly it's a chance for us three girls and our single parents to sit around and have a natter (I'm the only one who really has two, but Dad wasn't invited in any case.) And we talk about EVERYTHING. It's nice. We also handed out our presents to the little inner circle- Small things that we know will actually be apreciated. For me, some Ylang Ylang incence cones and a callendar (With picture of Darren). My present to them came in the form of some pictures- A gryphon and a wiccan. I know, I'm cheap. So shoot me.
We opened our presents on christmas eve because mum was working christmas morning, and she got some pretty speccy stuff ^.^ My slipper contribution wasn't so great addmittedly, since mostly I helped Travis pick something and I agreed to pay for her anatomy books. Although they're nice slippers... Anyway, mum also gets presents from some of her clients (Although I'm not sure it's legal, she get's them stuff). So there is even MORE chocolate lying around the house which I have no doubt I will be expected to eat. I know, poor me complaining about eating chocolate. I'm so sick of freekin' cadbury... Ah well, she can eat it herself and, if she's really paranoid about it, work it off at the gym. Or my bro can eat it- Seriously, there's gotta be room for chocolate in there.

Christmas day was spent up at my grandparents/aunts house in Two Wells. They got a shetland pony as well, and apparently the horse I mentioned is now rideable. I didn't go for a ride- I was wearing a skirt for a start. My little cousins are learning on the shetland, which is good. My cousin grew up around horses, although she lost interest in them for a while to persue boys. Two kids later, I think she's made the right choice at last- Horses. They're pretty cheap right now too, since the drout is making feeding them dificult. Stock owners are keeping only their breeding stock and dumping all unnecesarry grass-eaters. That usually means some otherwise good quality horses. In any case, the lunch was buffet style. Bring what you can and find a spot on the table. It's fitting all the people into my grandparents small kitchen and living area that's the fun part. So we ate, I had a bit of a chat with my soon to be brother in laws, and flicked though some People mags (There were some familiar faces in there). And let's not discuss that at all.
We then all convoyed down to my father and his fience's new house. It was perhaps a three minute drive away, and the house was damn GORGEOUS. My god. The block was huge, already covered in natives which my dad plans to plant in abundance, and the area is surrounded by horses. There's a pony club near-by (Cheap manure) and it's such a nice area, close to my grandparents and my aunt. When everyone except us had left I joked about it being just the Locals that were still here. My aunt was delighted.
Meanwhile, I managed to get sunburnt from being out watching the horses, proving that 20 minutes is enough to turn crispy. Nanna gave me her kilt, which is a dress kilt with my family's formal tartan on it, because I was wearing my mothers kilt with the normal tartan on it. Aunt Heather gave me a bag of bindies she hadn't managed to sell, since I was wearing one of my own concoction (I like bindi's and kilts. Let no one tell you they don't mix ^_^) I suppose sometimes Zoe was right when she suggested I have a unique style. I don't, I just like to mix and match. And I have so few nice skirts- I don't think they sell a whole lot these days. They've got this bizarre frilly stiff now with the pesant look- Some are alright, but I fins a lit to be pretty bad and made out of bad material in any case. And I don't like denim skirts much.
Anyway, we returned home at long last and I tried to get to sleep with sunburnt shoulders (Uncomfortable).

So, before I leave you with this mediochre look into my life, allow me to say that there is something more annoying then having ants in between your toes. Having ants in your underware. Honnestly, how the fuck to they GET there without you noticing? ::Screams::

Go hug a tree.

"I am the Pumpkin King!"
~Jack, A Nightmare Before Christmas

- posted by Washi @ 11:53 am