Two Words

Root Canal.

I went to the dentist on Wednesday (which incidentally, involved an 8 hour round trip, all done on the one day), where they earned the quickest $85 in history.  I was in the waiting room longer than I was in the chair, and for my $85 I got tapped and poked (both of which nearly had me on the ceiling), had a lickety split x-ray, and then was handed a quote for Option A:  a $2495 root canal or Option B: a $375 extraction.

While neither option fills me with much joy and excitement,  the idea of getting around minus a tooth - albeit not a front one, but not one right in the back either - is not one that appeals to me on many fronts (vanity being one!) I guess I will be fronting up for the Root Canal  & Crown, once I have a chat to my health insurance provider.

According to the quote, this will take place over four seperate appointments, and given that it is 4 hours TO the dentisit and four hours HOME, some strategic planning will need to be undertaken.  And especially in the lead up to Christmas - lets just say I haven't chosen the best of time to need multiple trips to the city.

Anyhow, that's whats consuming my thoughts, that and general everyday stuff, like the temperamental washing machine (a whole other, very ranty and cranky post involving both the husband and the washing machine) and a slobbery, persistant poddy calf, clucky chooks that bite (apparently! according to Georgie),  all that sort of stuff that fills up my day. Oh, and just for a change, this evening's activities involved un-bogging the neighbours milking cow from the waterhole down the flat. Good times!

{Artwork from the www!}

Fluff

This will be one of those light and very fluffy posts, because really I have nothing to blog about other than the reams of paper I have been wading through getting my quarterly BAS completed. 

That, and the fact that I really don't need the post about my knickers to stay up there in front for any longer than necessary.  It seemed like a profound thought and observation at the time...

So, where was I?  oh...book-keeping.  It would help if I did a bit each month, but lordy, once I have reconciled and BAS'd, I am so sick of looking at it all...and then before you know it, three months have passed again.

So there, you have it, what I have been doing for the past few days - certainly not scrapping or sewing - though some minor surfing has happened while waiting for things to print and reports to process.

So, onto light and fluffy. If blogger doesn't stop mucking me about and cause me to tear my hair out when I try to post images, that is. Grrr. Feel free to scroll through or leave altogether if this is TOO fluffy!

Some simple quilts to inspire me, or you as the case may be.  Simple strips, but yummy yummy colour combos!

(all sourced from around the net, some from simple scrappin gal herself, Tina Cockburn.  Too lazy to post a link. Sorry.)

Waddya know. More bed linen related stuff.  Its more the colours and the spots that drew my eye to this.  Spots are just so happy and this looks so fresh and spring like!  Actually, I think I'd like to sleep on spotty sheets.  Surely you'd have to wake up happy?! (thanks Pottery Barn email)

Oh MORE spots!! how cute.  I don't need bobby pins, but if I DID...not sure it goes with the hip and happen' image that I am trying to project (ahem) so perhaps not...this one came into my inbox from madeit.com.au - a place full of wonderful handmade Australian crafts. Great place to look for baby gifts too, by the way.

Speaking of style, and seriously this time....do you think the outfit below is suited to a chubby, short, mother who's trendy days have long past...I am not sure if a maxi dress would HIDE the lumps and bumps, or rather make one look that they are a walking circus tent, albeit one made from really pretty, summery cotton material.

I did think the little denim vest was a rather clever idea - I don't wear narrow strappy tops as don't like my underwear on show (its more of the plain, comfy and heavy duty keep 'em up kind) so would cover that and any other bits of lard that could be hanging about (it truly is  a comfort to me to discover that even skinny people have back fat problems!)                                                                                               So that's it - very much light and fluffy and full of bl#*dy formatting problems - blogger is not my friend tonight.  But my bed is, so off I go - via the shower!

Briefly (literally!)

You know you are getting:

a. old

b. fat   chubby

c. all of the above

when you accidentally buy a pack of full briefs, along with your normal high cut briefs, you wear them and you find they are quite comfortable actually!

In their defence, they look totally identical to the high cut ones, except for a slightly lower legline, and they in no way or form resemble cotton-tails. Just so you know I am not THAT far gone into dagginess!!  And when your old ones are holey and the elastic's gone in the bum, well, beggars can't be choosers...!

I know, this probably comes under the heading of "too much information"....

Must dash now, have an afternoon out with s-i-l and neice (when I reallly should be home doing bookwork!)