Smarter Data

If you were Australian the title of this post would rhyme which is why I used it. Doesn't it sound great? It's ok to lie in this instance.

Anyway the reason for the title is the reason for this post. My friend is trying to start her own business. She's decided that after a life changing episode she wants to tone thngs down a little as far as stress levels are concerned and this is the result.

Now she needs this website to come up readily in a google search and I believe the only real way to do that is for this site to be accessed a lot. So get clicking people. Click away and then click some more.

Here's where you do it.

http://www.qrds.com.au/

Cure

Henry: Mum, what's that thing on your face?

Me: It's a pimple

Henry: It looks like it hurts

Me: Not really

Henry: I know, maybe if I touch it it will make it feel better

Me: I don't think so

Henry: I'll get a bandaid, that'll work

Me: No, I'd rather not walk around with a bandaid on my face

Henry: But bandaids look nice

Perfect Weather

I'm going to continue going on about the weather until it's all rainy and overcast again. I need to say it once more - it's perfect and the best thing about it is that Henry has not watched TV for two whole days. He's been happy and excited and has played outdoors. He filled his wading pool and entertained himself with that and the colander for almost two hours today while I passionately ironed our work clothes for the week. He asked his father to take him to the park to throw the frisbee, he painted and drove his cars up and down the pavement and only a few times did he ask me for a "treatie".

I want it to stay just like this until it gets cold again because I hate the fierce heat. Right now it's warm enough to swin and cool enough to be comfortable. I'm loving it and going to enjoy it while it lasts.

Monkey

Sharon mentioned how beatiful the weather was down there in her part of the country. It turns out that it's pretty perfect here too. Despite my aching tiredness (dinner with friends caused it), I am loving this calm, temperature-perfect amount of sunshine. So is Henry and I can't tell you when he was last so peaceful and contented. The two of us walked to the supermarket this morning to stock up on some supplies. I was weighed down like a pack horse on the trek home but still I wasn't bothered. We came home and made some mint green and pink play dough then sat down on the deck in the shade of the trees and set up a bakery full of green sausage rolls and a zoo full of pink animals.

Right now Henry is making himself sick with laughter at his own fart jokes. The sunshine must have affected his brain because as far as I'm concerned dinosaur fart jokes are much funnier than monkey fart jokes. He doesn't think so though.

So Proud

Look at me name dropping...I know this performer and I am so proud that she will be coming to help me celebrate my comin of age.

This would completely horrify my mother

But Henry thinks it's pretty funny. Farts are funny and I dare anyone to tell me otherwise.

Saving Lives

It seems that there's a lot of people out there trying to find someone to save their lives. After this post, which I titled Someone Come and Save My Life, my sitemeter has gone crazy and tells me that this post has been awfully popular by people google searching for a way to save their lives.

Those words are obviously in that song but I'm wondering if people are just generally looking for someone to save them from something - financial debt, erratic or suicidal thoughts, the need to go grocery shopping, a violent husband/wife, severe physical pain, the taste of bad coffee...who would know but there's a lot of people out there searching for something that may save them.

Is there a need to inform the newspapers about this?

Can anyone answer me this?

Why in heavens name would a dog need alphabet treats?

While shopping at the supermarket the other day I spotted just that - Alphabet Dog Treats. Do you think they're used to help the dog learn the alphabet in bark? If they recognise all of the letters of the alphabet do they then get an extra meaty treat like a bone?

Or maybe someone really clever came up with a way to teach their human children the alphabet by feeding letters to the dog -"Ok give the doggy a Z now". If the kid gets all the letters right they get to tease the dog by eating a T-bone steak in front ot it. Seems pretty sane to me.