Phew, I have been to university for TWO (2) HOURS man! Already I feel more intelligent. I purchased my text book for a million dollars, got my parking permit and even found my classroom, in torrential rain, without a problem. Had to climb the mother of all hills to get to it but still, it was where it was supposed to be. In fact found my classroom so efficiently I had time to buy a cuppa joe, actually it was a cuppa jo jo - hot chocolate. I don't drink coffee.
In class I listened intently, only yawned once or twice and I even asked questions. That was how I found out I had registered in two different classes for the one subject. Poopanola. It turns out the second TWO hours I attend later this week should be in the afternoon between 1 and 3. I chose and registered for the morning session which turns out is not my class at all. As my brain shuts down between the hours of 1 and 3 I cannot attend. So-o-o, I have to dis-enrol from that subject and start again but this time externally. I will be attending uni from my home, from the country cottage I reside in, 12km away from the uni on the hill. WHAT ABOUT MY PARKING PERMIT? THE TOGA PARTIES? THE GENERAL CAMARADERIE FROM THE CLASSROOM?
I am sure the dogs and I will have a few laughs, they will watch me drink my home made chai latte on skim and we will look back at our uni days with
some nostalgia. I am sure I will feel equally as intelligent. I guess I don't have to climb the mother of all hills to go to class. My parking permit can still be attached to the car in the garage, it won't hurt anyone.
I hope I can successfully dis-enrol (I made that word up) and re-enrol. I have no idea how to attend uni externally but I am sure I will soon learn. It could be called slipper class, or dust bunny uni or even 'where the hell do I get some self discipline from?' learning. Onwards and upwards! Have I mentioned that I feel more intelligent already (forgetting the fact that I mis-enrolled - another new word)? Wish me luck people, I will certainly need it.
The Old Cheese made the trifle on the left, The Lovely Husband decorated the Pavlova and the Dynamic Daughter made the punch (remains seen in glass). In fact the Dynamic Daughter insisted on doing quite a bit of Christmas lunch so I had it pretty easy. I did make a chili mango lime and prawn salad which was delightful. Of course we stuffed ourselves and all went for the customary after-Christmas-lunch-sleep. It is a hard life but someone has to live it.
My attempt at growing carrots was a little less than successful. They were stunted and gnarly and immediately reminded me of the mandrake plant in the Harry Potter series. But check out that rather horny and deformed carrot in the middle. It obviously got quite lonely down in the ground and felt the need for some lovin'.
How exciting. My herb garden is producing lots of healthy herbs and even these lovely chillies and baby eggplants. My first crop.
Two obscenely fat horses who require some serious Jenny Craig or Weight Watchers. But in lieu of that, some Hannibal Lector type facial wear is the go. At first the mammoth sized miniatures were a tad unhappy with their eating restrictions but it has become routine now. Trying to reverse out of the muzzles or pawing at the ground has no effect but they have managed to learn to eat small numbers of blades of grass through the end hole. Every morning and night the muzzles come off for some serious feeding/grazing and then the muzzles go back on. 
Yes this is corny. It is meant to be. At our last photography club a few of us were shocked to hear that in a lot of calender and card photos (professional) the butterfly or bug is actually dead and pinned in place. Some days later while walking in the paddock I found this dead butterfly. I also acquired a dead centipede (passenger in VW) and a dead fly (on bonnet of 4WD) and so I set up my own quirky photo shoot and this is one of the results. You like? 
After many more weeks then is necessary for incubation, this was the last unhatched egg to survive under my unsuccessful mother goose, Fanny. It needed to be nicked and disposed of very carefully so while the protective and aggressive geese parents were off having a flap and a graze I snuck, yes snuck, Starsky and Hutch style around the other side of the house and very swiftly and gently nicked off with the potentially offensive contraband. Two commando rolls and flattening myself against the side of the house was all it took. After photographing it, as you do, I carefully wrapped it in newspaper and sealed it in a plastic bag and it has become landfill with some other garbage from our home. Fanny continued to sit on her nest for a few days but eventually the novelty wore off. Sorry little lady but your nest is right outside our bedroom window and that is one big nasty rotten egg.
It is true. After two gruelling weeks (phew the sweat) I have quit, resigned, unenrolled, left the toga party toga torn but unstained. I joke about it but it was no easy decision and it took me some days to arrive at the station of common sense. My poor old brain was not coping, by the end of the second week I was mentally pooped and missed one of my half days of work. This brain is at its limit I am afraid and it is a freeing experience to arrive at that conclusion. So, onwards and upwards and after a good afternoon sleep I am back in the blogging saddle. Yeehar cowgirl. 
