Hair, hair, hair, long as God can grow it, my hair....

Give me a head with hair, long beautiful hair.

Shining, gleaming, streaming, flaxen, waxen,

Give me down-to-there hair, shoulder length or longer,

Here baby, there momma, everywhere daddy daddy.

Hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair!

Flow it! Show it! Long as God can grow it, my hair.............

Well, that's what I think Jack will be singing on the evening of March 16. You see, 16 year old Jack has decided to shave his head for the "WORLD'S GREATEST SHAVE" fundraising campaign this year. For any one that knows Jack, they will realise that this is quite a momentous decision for him to do this. He has been wearing his decidedly unkempt 'do' for sometime now, and has many a 'discussion' with his school principal in regards to his "suitability as a representative of his school". You see, Jack has been a student representative on the school council since year 7, and last year was elected as Year 11 Prefect, much to the disappointment of the school principal, who had actually tried to discourage Jack from running, going so far as to tell Jack that he would advise others not to support Jack as "he does not fit the mould of a leader"....

Bah Humbug I say to you Mr Principal!! This child has a good heart and you had better cough up some money as a result of you finally being granted your wish! Of course, maybe Jack will look even more like a rebel with a bald head. What do you think?? Maybe he will look even less like a leader then....... OR NOT!!!

I can't quite imagine what my lovely boy will look like with no hair, and I'm not clever enough to photoshop him to see.......

If anybody would like to donate some money to support Jack in his fundraising efforts, please let me know; any contribution would be gratefully received and forwarded to the Leukeamia Foundation. This is an unashamed request for sponsorship.......... Any amount will be receipted. And it's tax deductible.

You can let me know via this blog, or email me;

cka51325@bigpond.net.au

Thank you.

I'll post the "after" shots for your viewing

Cheers, Cyndy ;0)

Isn't She Lovely....

Isn't She Wonderful!!!!

This treasure was in amongst an email that was filled with pictures of fruit, vegetables and natural objects that resemble genitalia.........

I deleted everything else ... I kept this one......

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Starry,Starry Night, Paint Your palette Blue and Grey.....

G'Day Bloggers.

Mother Nature has a way of making you stop in your tracks sometimes. She can make you awestruck. Humbled. Reminded of the tiny space within the universe that we take up.

On Friday, I had to rise a little earlier than normal to attend a course at the John Hunter Hospital on Dementia Care Nursing. 4.30am actually. I didn't realise just how dark it is at that time of day. I might wake up for a wee walk, but my eyes are usually only half-open, and I don't have to go outside (well, not anymore, anyway now that we have a bedroom in the house). So, I walked into the bathroom, turned on the hot water heater (because that's what we have to do for hot water for a shower here in Blogmuggle Nirvana), turned off the light and stepped oputside into the completely dark and quiet yard. Two steps later, I stopped dead in my tracks. I had looked up. The sky was full; literally bursting with beautiful, twinkling stars. The Milky Way at its absolutely breathtaking best. I just stood there and absorbed it for a while, wishing that I had time and a blanket, so that I could just lay on the ground watching the sky like I used to when I was a kid.

But I didn't have time. Blah. Plurgh...... A cup of tea and vegemite toast, a nice hot shower and it was time to leave. But it was a good morning, and my show didn't stop there. My drive takes me through some lovely rural areas, and as I rounded the top of a hill, there was the sunrise, in all it's breathtaking glory! Could I do it justice with a description? I don't think so. The colours were so divine; red to pink to orange to an incredible grey mauve, to blue. No I haven't done it justice. But wished that I had had a camera with me; I would have stopped and tried to capture this. As usual, i didn't, so onward I went and picked up my workmate and together we had a great day. We go back for day 2 next Friday. I'm looking forward to it.

I've made sure that I've stopped and had a look out at the sky each night, but I haven't managed to get the blanket out yet, with binoculars, but I might try it tonight. It was equally beautiful this morning; it's still delightfully dark at 5am. I've got to get ready for work; the water should be nice and hot for a shower (last night I was too slow, which resulted in a cool shower for me), and I need to get a shuffle on as I need to get to work by 6.30, and it's already 6am. Have good day, and remember to try to just stop for a while, and just be......

Love, The Blogmuggle xoxox

The times, they are a changing

Well, she's gone.

GG moved down to her Nan's on Sunday. Moving really sucks, doesn't it. She has taken the entire contents of her room with her, minus the stuff she wants sent to the opshop and stuff put in the bin. Lots of this. Guess who's job this will be??? She only left an empty wardrobe behind, and some PJ's, socks and undies. She even took the blu-tack off the wall. We've moved into her room, so for once, it's neat and tidy. It's lovely having a room again. We've been living in curtained off space in the living area since August 2005. Beloved is blissfully reclaiming one third of his shed as ...... shed space... Some amazed ooohhhhss and aaahhhhss here, please..... It's lovely to have the extra room, but if GG had to leave for that to happen, then the cost is too high. Although it didn't stop me remarking to Beloved that if they all left home, then we'd have oodles of space........ The ellyflat looks really good, and she's very excited about her new life.... Yep, the times they are a changing. My Mum is happy, too. And Dad. They both have had a dreadful time with the flu that we left them with. Mum was hospitalised last Monday night, and again on Thurdsay. They've got someone to fuss over again, and it just happens to be the favourite one at that. It must be something about being the first grandchild. Dad even drove her to uni today; insisted on it , in fact. I don't think he ever drove me anywhere... I had to catch a couple of buses when I worked at the uni... I had to leave at 6.45am to be at the uni for a 9am start......

I've spent the 1st full day I've had at home in weeks in the thrall of an extensive spring clean (I know I'm late, but then again, I always am. Or perhaps I'm early...). The overflow from GG's room had a domino effect on the rest of the house. I have washed and washed today; no real rain up here in walnut grove. Everyone has a crispy-fresh bed. I love clean sheets...... really. I think I've mentioned this before. Of course, I will have to spend more time at home now, so my house will be cleaner...... Because GG has a car and I don't..........Arggggghhh!!!!! .... I think I'll die!!!!!!! .... I can feel the cabin fever coming on..... Oh, hang on...I've got to go to work in the morning....... it's a nice walk.....

I had a major win yesterday. Last year, I bought Scorpaboy a timber double bed head, foot and rails from our local church's bargain bazaar for $15.. WOW! I thought. We have a few double bed mattresses at home, so no problem. Except that, when we assembled the bed a little while later, it's a queen-size........ SO anyway, on the message centre on the work intranet, I found a queen size mattress for sale for $80. Before we left GG at Nananpop's, I phoned about it, and it was still available, and at Marylands on the way home ( sorry Jen, we didn't have time to call in). The seller was selling up her entire household as she was travelling overseas for two months, and had to let her house go. I couldn't imagine selling up all my belongings and starting again after only two months. I've got some of the same stuff as I had when I was 16........ Anyway, the mattress is almost brand new, and Scorpaboy has the best bed in the house....... for $80... I don't have any linen that fits it though...... I think I'll have to manifest some......

As a result of the February spring clean, today I washed 62 socks...that is;

• 19 pairs of white
• 1 pair of yellow
• 14 odd white
• 8 coloured odds

Weird, hey? It isn't that I hadn't washed through the previous week. In fact, the clothes baskets were empty in the middle of the week. And that 62 didn't include football socks or work socks...... I think they finally wanted to be found, especially the ones from GG's den.........

Why is it, do you think that we are so afraid of change? Fear of the unknown, ease with familiarity, or simply liking the state of things, maybe. But we resist change even when change would improve our situation. But as humans, we are unfailingly adaptable. If we weren't, then we'd still be shacked up in caves. I think we're still being hit on the heads, but it's more metaphorical than physical these days, and mostly, we do it to ourselves. I thank those with the courage to initiate change and think outside the square, even though they often put their lives on the line on the way. As they said on "Sunrise" last week;

"Change is inevitable; you should always expect it, except from a vending machine"

Well this is a bit of a disjointed post, isn't it? Garbled thoughts, not much of a pattern or process, here. I have been enjoying reading lots of other bloggs; I'm not reading any books at the moment, unless you count the book detailing Hazel Hawke's journey with Alzheimers Disease that I started reading in August........ or the book by Slim Degrey that lives in the toilet filled with short, light-hearted stories from his time in Changi Prison. What a group of wags he talks about, and the antics that they got up to in Changi were so uniquely Aussie...

Enough for tonight. I will blog again later. No, really, I will..... My girl is gone.......... You'll all have to listen to me whine.... she may even turn up at Rose Cottage...

Love to you all,

The Blogmuggle :0)))))))