Posts from — September 2009
DUST!
Chances are you’ve read about it in the news, but today I awake (much like the rest of the southern half of the country) to find myself in a haze of red, red dust.
It looks like the end of the world out there.
Have a look at this photo of Bondi, one of Sydney’s most famous beaches:
And a place called Bowral, not far from where I live:
To top it off, there’s been severe and damaging winds (obviously what carried the dust in from the drier red areas out west), crazy storms and some places (not us, thankfully) have experienced earthquakes and hail.
Here, we’ve just got a house full of dust. The soles of my feet are pink from the dust. Our car looks red. The road looks red. I can’t even see the mountain.
I can taste the dust (we’re inside with all the windows shut, and I can taste it) and my nose is all stuffy. Yuck.
I wonder how long it’ll stick around for?
To see more, check out this video from the ABC. Crazy stuff.
September 22, 2009 Comments Off
Today
Woke up today feeling like I was in an oven. It’s funny weather – sunny, but with this hot, hot wind.
Perfect laundry drying day! (oh, how domestic of me)
Still, it seems most days that I wash laundry and hang it out to dry, it rains. So given that I either want dry laundry OR rain (it’s so dry here my grass is dieing) I figure it’s the perfect day for me to wash towels.
My laundry. As the bottles may suggest, I’m a pack-rat. And I ESPECIALLY can’t throw away bottles.
It’s exciting stuff at my house, I can tell you!
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September 22, 2009 Comments Off
I’ll give YOU egomaniac!
I heard somebody say recently that bloggers are the ultimate egomaniacs – thinking that people not only what to hear what they have to say, but will go out of their way to do so day in, day out, regardless of the importance of the content.
And to top it off, most bloggers have no qualifications, are experts on nothing, and really only talk about themselves.
And I guess this character has a point, really.
I can’t deny that I like having people read what I write. And I can’t deny I write about myself a lot.
But here’s the thing:
I think I’d be more of an egomaniac were I to talk about other people more.
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September 21, 2009 2 Comments
Handy Hints from the Goat Sunday!
That’s right folks, I’m starting a new tradition. A regular Sunday segment chock full of handy hints!
The world can be a cruel and confusing place. Life doesn’t come with instructions. You can find yourself lost, alone and utterly helpless in the blink of an eye!
But fear not, internet public!
The Ugly Goat is here to guide you through the trials and tribulations life throws at you!
I will, in the form of weekly handy hints, guide you like a lighthouse through the stormy waters of discontent to the calm bay of order.
And you can trust what I write, because it’s on the internet. They don’t let untrue stuff on the internet. They take it down. They check all the time. Yes they do.
So you know you can trust me, friends. I’m the genuine article. The real deal. Turn to me and my wisdom (in the form of Sunday Snippets) in your times of strife.
So today’s very first handy hint is the following:
(have you got a pen? Jot this down.)
This Sunday’s Tip for Saving Money?
Spend less!
I’ve tried this myself just recently and it really works!
Be sure to tune in again next Sunday for more handy hints!!
September 20, 2009 2 Comments
A wander about the garden in the evening
It’s a mess out there. But I like it.
Some happy snaps.
I’m looking forward to summer, so we can have people around and we can hang out in the garden of an evening.
Making a suitable area for a table and some chairs is a high priority on my ‘to do in the garden’ list.
September 19, 2009 Comments Off
I don’t think Emily Dickinson and I would’ve got along, really.
“Hope” is the thing with feathers—
That shitteth on my hat—
And sings the tune with special words—
“By Jesus, you’re a twat.”
And shittest—from that sod—a turd—
Much bigger than the norm—
Yet I should thank that little Bird
Shit keepeth the head warm—
It shitteth in the chillest land—
It shitteth on the Sea—
Yet, never, in Extremity,
Did it not hang shit on me.
- A joint effort by Emily Dickinson and The Ugly Goat
September 18, 2009 2 Comments
Ack. I hate shopping. And it’s not just me.
I just spend a chunk of my life that I’ll never get back at the Westfeild just down the road.
I also spent $86 of my tax return on almost nothing. A pair of underpants, a pack of 12 socks, a couple of packs of wall anchors to hang some shelves, some adhesive contact paper, a craft knife, a little paperback full of recipes that are gluten free and contain 4 ingredients (yes, I’m that lazy).
And hey presto, $86.
WHAT?
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September 17, 2009 2 Comments
