Saturday, May 22, 2010
Monday, May 17, 2010
As I said before, we've had a cold snap and it really feels like winter's upon us, which is nice. I've had a really good past couple of weeks actually, even though I've been so busy I could hardly realise. I've made real headway at work - I've recently made proposals to my bosses which they've embraced, and I've been able to put huge improvements into play already! I might even be getting qualified soon, they've made me some really good offers and I'm seriously considering them. this will make it easier to get a job and career that I really want, when I move to the city.
When I was little my whole family was very involved in the show. My mum was a Steward in the cookery section for a few years in a row, so we would get there early on Thursday morning - before the show is even open to the public - to put our entries in. Dad would enter his hay and sometimes a selection of grains he grew on our farm; Nan would put in her amazing scones and other assorted cookery, along with my Mum; My brothers would put in little craft items and pictures they had made; and my sister and I would enter little flower arrangements, cooking and sewing projects (that we had most likely finished around 12pm the night before).
How fun then, to skip around the whole show on a Thursday and look at everything with Dad before anybody else got to! Because we were home-schooled, we were allowed to take the whole day off when every other kid in town had to go to school til Friday, which was a public holiday. We would go around and look at all the animal and tractor displays, pat the prize bulls and wait while Dad talked to other farmers from the district. Then, at lunch, we'd sit up the top of the hill at the Eatery (which mum and I would go on to manage for a few years in a row), eat sandwiches and drink Orchy orange juice, and watch the carnival people set up the ferris wheel.
My favourite part of the whole show is being there so early that you can sit up on the hill and just watch the show wake up. The pony club people start to trot their ponies bareback around the paddock, the carnies start to trickle up to the Eatery for bacon and eggs, birds start to flit around excitedly, and vendors start to set up their tents and displays for the day. The fresh, crisp start of another show weekend.
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
I have a cat. Well, he's not really mine, but I'm adopting him as my own. He's all black, exept for two tiny front white paws, and white back legs. He's also got a white bit on his soft chest, and he has shiny white whiskers. He looks exactly like Topsy the Cat, Milly-Molly-Mandy's cat.
Then last night, when I finished work, I came out and Cat was nowhere to be seen. I scouted around in the bushes for a little while but couldn't see him anywhere. I was a bit sad, but put a saucer of milk out on my path when I got home, just in case. He didn't show before bed, so we shut the glass door (its been a bit nippy lately), and turned out the lights.
In other news, my Personal Trainer gets back from holidays tonight and we've got our first session again tomorrow. I'm rather excited because I've been a bit slack while she's been away, but now I'll be fit again in no time. Get ready for some super workouts, body!