North Era Bushwalk

Spent a lovely couple of days bushwalking with the hubby and kids. We decided to JFDI (Just F*&king Do it) AND GO. So I arrived home from Adelaide, Sol got back from Orange, we caught one nights sleep then headed off.  The kids amazed us walking 9k there and back with minimal complaint. Normally just walking from school to the car is problematic. The two older ones carried their sleeping bags and Sol and I lugged the rest. Catering was minimal with only two lollies and half a jar of honey returning home.

Campground at North Era

Of course I spent numerous hours checking out the track erosion, rainsplash and fuel loads wondering what a match would do to the flame height. Obviously I avoided temptation, no fires started near me in Royal National Park that day.

Great PhD news the scholarship will be extended for 6 months. This takes some of the deadline PhD worries away.

Shopping with three boys

How hard is it to shop with three kids, especially boys and not rely on the crutch of food or soft drink to get through it! Somehow we bought three pairs of shoes, three school bags and only three finger buns (none for me). It took all my will power not to calm the nerves with the aid of food. So many innocent bypasses hit with the westfield balloon or rammed by the trolley guided by out of control kids. Whoops sorry all.

Have you any hints for shopping with kids? 

ps school shoe shopping means back to school soon ; ) might progress on the study again

Red Heads

Christmas 2010

We got back last night from a Hoare Clan Christmas. There was around 32 people all staying between four houses near the beach for the week. What I love about the Hoare’s are my cousins. It’s always great to catch up with them. Of the nine cousins six of us were redhead kids. Two have since gone brown and one has little hair left. This leaves just three true Rangas. Luckily two of my kids carry on the Hoare red tradition. My gran apologised when my son was born a red head, I on the other hand was delighted. It was extra special that day as the midwife was also a red head. Bring on the redheaded grand kids

Liam and I Sept 2007

Liam the Lion

What a fabulous flamboyant colour. Red hair is easy to spot in a crowd and makes a unique human. I’m a true red head. Redness was character building as a kid. I learnt to receive a tease, have a giggle and serve it back. Wishy washy redhead matchstick was the better of the nicknames whereas spaghetti head was horrid. Bluey (geez they’re colour blind), firey, ginger, rusty, ranga… I like the name ranga. Orangutans are gorgeous animals which I’m glad to be associated with.

Did you know that a red head can say hello to another red head in the street. We have shared a special bond growing up with the unique colour. It’s a bit like how dog walkers say hello to other dog walkers and people pushing prams say hello to other pram pushers. I’m always happy to smile and chat with another ranga.

Fiery Red Head Jokes

Q What’s the difference between a terrorist and a redhead?
A You can negotiate with a terrorist

Q How do you start an argument with a redhead?
A Say something

Q How do you know when a redhead has been using a computer?

A There is a hammer embedded in the monitor.

Q How do you know when your red head has forgiven you?

A She stops washing your clothes in the toilet.

Ha ha ha. I don’t have a temper- ask my hubby : )

Red Head Day (Roodharigendag in Dutch) at the city of Breda in the Netherlands. Wish I was there with them. No idea who owns this photo but its brilliant