Life, Holidays and the herding of roaches

Well my life is progressing well into the 2007 so far. I slept in and had great walk with the wife and dog and then we had to go and get the kids. With this one post I have upheld my New Years resolution of bringing the family further into nerd-dom. I rashly decided that I would weekly (not weakly) try and post to this site so people can get away from work, the kids and other trivial activities for a couple of minutes. I aim to try and make this fun, enjoyable and to package it in small, easily digestible lumps.

Oh Lordy, if only Christmas dinner had been like that!

We saw the new year in typical middle-age-with-two-kids fashion at Brian and Peta's (http://www.kealey.org) by having a typically loud and hilarious review of the year and then proceeded to make mortal enemies of the spouses by engaging in Unlimited Fighting Competition with whiteboard markers, also known as Pictionary. Finally we all racked off at 12:02am.

It is always settling to sit back with other parents and realise that your evil devil spawn are the same as theirs. Less the factors that only a family environment such as ours can inflict on a young supple mind and that of the psychologist trying to sort it out when they are in solitary at local giggling and laughing academy. Children are such a great social experiment for parents.

What a day Christmas was. There is absolutely nothing that can fill the recycling bin like a two kids with more grand parents, uncles and aunts than then the typical rabbit family. I am just hanging out to watch the recycling truck try and lift that yellow topped beauty. You know it is bad when the truck has to make three trips up a 14 house cul-de-sac, and the driver needs a crowbar to assist in the emptying process.

I am sorry but Global Warming is just not working out as intended. Read the Kealey's Blog of the Melbourne Christmas (linked above) and remember the couple days after Christmas in Queensland, the weather has just given up trying to be rational. It started to rain and that was lovely as the cane toads all jumped onto the road for a game of rapid cornering and retread but then the cold set in. Christmas day 32 degrees, one day later it is hitting 18 with a doonah wrapped around you, and all the toads are gone again to be replaced by the roach pick up crews.

These little 6 wheel drive speed demons have appeared out of the nasty festering cracks of Hades sprinkling concentrated e-coli in their wakes. I would love to squish more of them but they move faster than a fear stricken gazelle on cheetah test and tune day at the Serengeti. I think they are robots! I have formulated this opinion as I have been able to hit a couple of the slower ones, I think they were called Cletus and Zeek judging by their speed and mental acuity. These were summarily disposed of in the nearest nuclear storage receptacle (damn, none around). Alright then, the bin. I went back in the morning and all the little roachy Cletus and Zeek pieces had miraculously scraped themselves up and oozed off. Cletus and Zeek as I have already said were not the smartest and when their little synapses got to work, planning was forgotten. There now seems to be one massive roach around that seems to have dozens of legs, the ability to use Baygon as rocket fuel and block the average thong strike. Better bring the dog in at night!