Today in a fit of creativness I....

...decides to make a chest to store all of the board games the kids have. But not just any chest! no sir!
this chest will be made of  MDF board, then covered in foam, then covered on black fabric, then covered in 140 crochet granny squares. this is, of course, if my calculations are correct...which with me is not likely at all.

The little brother has be consulted and commissioned to make the box (during the phone conversation I talked a lot,  not making a lot of sense, while the brother played some sort of RPG or other with one hand and ignored a lot of what I said.) hopefully we have the measurements right between us, but hey, we are kiwis! we can fudge any thing into awesomeness!

So stay tuned for up dates and pictures!

rising costs

I was at the petrol pump today and I over heard an elderly gentleman comet that the price of petrol these days is so high that he could have only brought 10 liters on one weeks wages from his younger days.

Now I dont know what era "his younger days" were, but I can so under stand. The firat time I filled up my car, ever, petrol was about $1 a liter. then we all had a fat cry when it reached $1.80, the again at $2. now we dont even bother to look at the sign as we drive in. I mean $2.50 $1.95, what ever we need it to get from A to B right?

It got me thinking about the rising costs of other things as well. I used my best Google Fu and came up with this list:
MILK:
1990-$2.15 for 2L
now-$4.24 for 2L

BREAD:
1990-$1.29 for 1 Loaf
now-$2.20 for 1 Loaf

STAMPS:
1990-.25c each
now-.60c each

HOUSES:
1990-$150,000
Now-$210,00


I wonder why we are all broke?

Murphys Law

last night in a fit of rage after finding no clean underwear to wear to bed, I did 6 loads of washing. I was pleased as punch. It would cost me $17 to get it all dry at the laundromat in the morning. YUS! clean knickers await me!

well, to day the fucking sun decided to come out. So heres me at the laundromat today after lunch, drying all the washing. And guess what! I was only one of 5 ladies there doing exactly the same thing. I am sure that the sun and the rain have this pact right. It goes like this:

Sun: dude, lets screw with the tiny humans this month a?
Rain: yeah mean plan. What do you have in mind?
Sun: I will shine at 7 am every morning when they get up. Ill stay shining till roughly 9.30 am, by that time they should have all hung the washing out then gone to work, or what ever it is tiny humans do all day. then you can start.
Rain: heh, mean plan. Im in.

(in my head they sound like the brothers of Bro town)

this happens for four weeks, till every house wife/husband/whatever has amassed a huge tower of washing that threatens turn into an avalanche and kill your children when they use the bathroom at 1.32 am. At the end of the four week, we all have a mad fit of "OMG I have n o clean undies and my kids can't go to kindy in their Pajamas!!!!!!11!!1" and do ALL THE WASHING.

the next day we are all at he Laundromat, chating about the shit weather, and admiring the lovely sunshine through the window.

Bastards.