Heat Wave

Now, what does a hairy woman do during a heat wave? Well, sit in the window of course.

Yes this the coolest place.

Oh no, more photo's. Humans!

Oh well, I will just have to cope with the adoration.

How about this for a pose?

That's it. No more. Go on, disappear.

Phew!!

Too hot. It is 40C or 104F. I feel like I am d
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Source.

Strange Times.

It seems that strange critters keep turning up at my place. Maybe it's the changing weather or my place just looks inviting, whatever the reason they keep on coming.

I think I'll just let whatever it is go on it's merry way.

Nice Legs!

Strange Things.

Well, it's the first day of 2014. Both sons were out last night partying. Hubby had to pick up No.2 son at 1am. Later in the day I heard him muttering that he was too old for such early morning sojourns and off to bed he went for a nap.

Meanwhile, Baxter was doing some wishful thinking. Somewhere in that doggy brain of his, a conversation was going on.

Now my lovely banana muffin, just levitate towards Baxie.

The New Year Approaches.

I am not one to have New Year 'wishes'. I find that at my age I am just glad to wake up in the morning. Everything after that is a bonus. This Christmas Hubby bought me a bicycle and is taking me out, a bit at a time, on gentle rides to help build up my strength and health. Of course not one to be like the rest, I acquired an 'in your face' purple helmet with pink fastenings. I never said I would be growing old gracefully. Ok, its not a motorcycle, but it gets me out and about.

The Mean Machine.

I was hoping to put Baxter in the basket, but due to snacks and Christmas fare, he is uuummmm, slightly on the heavy side. When we go for walks he gets mud on his stomach! So there goes my idea of him in the basket with Biggles goggles on and ears flapping in the breeze. I'll wait till I get a motorbike!!

Me in my Purple magnificence.

Brandi has taken to sleeping in the back of No.2 son's desk drawer. We are unsure just how she manages it. She must be part mouse!

It's Christmas.

Just a short post to wish you all a Happy and Safe Christmas.

Ladybug says Merry Christmas.

Hubby just LOVES the cat hair all over his jackets.

Eventful.

Well it has been a while since I was on blogger. Life sort of catches you unawares and before you know it one week turns into two and so on. Strange things continue to grow in my vegie patch, no doubt brought in by the  birds. We let the ladies into the patch, and several hours later, all was virtually bulldozed.

 Local Galahs have been noisily having PTA meetings on the neighbour's antenna. For such beautiful birds, their calls make your ears ache.

The local gossips.

Talk to the back!!

And what are you looking at?

I did however receive quite a shock last week. I am going to be a Grandma!!!!!!