Forgive me readers for I have not blogged

It feels like forever since I sat down and tried to put words into sentences. The reality is that it was only last week, Friday in fact, when I shared the wonders and joy of a new budgeting and money planning website called mypropensity. I guess a lot has happened between now and then.

And by that I mean a lot has happened in the world at large but not a great deal in my little neck of the woods.

The ever wonderful Mr Awesome was struck down with man flu last week. Thankfully he was only out of action for a two days. He would have liked to have stretched it out to three but the guy who gives him his pay cheque each week insisted that he return to work on Friday. Which Mr A dutifully did regardless of how he was actually feeling.

However during his time at home Mr A ensured that he shared his germs with Teapot and myself. And when I say shared I mean he gave us worse germs than the ones he had. Either that or our immune systems are not as tough as his because Teapot and I were both hit for six with these little beauties.

But enough of my moaning and back to some of the other things that were happening in the world while I was trying not to give into the deep dark chasm that is man flu. 

The upside to being unwell was that I slept a lot during the day which meant I was awake a lot during the middle of the night. Normally not exactly what one is hoping for, apart from when The Ashes are being played in England.

After the disappointment that was the first test I didn't bother too much with choosing cricket over sleep. Sleep won easily, much to my dismay because I was all geared up for some quality cricket. With the result of the series hanging on the outcome of this game, I couldn't help but hope the cricket fairies would be on the Aussies side this game.

Back when our Ashes hopes were alive and well
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As it turned out the first few days of play appeared as if the cricket powers that be were actually listening to the desperate pleas of our cricketing nation. Either that or the prospect of going down in the history books as one of the crappest teams ever finally sunk in to the boys. There was a glimmer of hope after all.

Well there was until the weather powers that be came along and stuffed it all up.

Despite finally remembering how the game of cricket is played Australia failed to secure holding onto the hope of bringing The Ashes home. Thanks to the gloriously awful English weather the game was abandoned and declared a draw. Which for those uninitiated into the joys of cricket ultimately means England retains the highly sought after urn.

(Insert copious amounts of swearing, toe kicking and pommy slagging here)

Sigh.

Did you lose sleep over The Ashes?

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Things I Know About Cricket

 While Australia is rugging up for winter England is enjoy all the sunshine and fun that comes from summer. And with summer comes cricket. Specifically The Ashes.

Growing up cricket was a much loved past time. And by that I mean watching cricket on the TV was a much loved past time. Actually watching Australia play anything they were good at was a much loved past time.

When I was about fourteen, the then Australian cricket team came to town. It was beyond exciting because I live a million miles from anywhere and back then no one interesting ever came to town. In fact it was such an exciting time that mum actually gave me the day off school so I could go and watch them play.

Walking around the grounds that day was one of the coolest times in my life. I was beyond uber cool (only in my own lunch box of course). Even now I can vividly recall what I was wearing. A pair of dog  tooth print shorts and a long sleeve button up shirt that was tied in a knot above my belly button and had the sleeves rolled up in case you were wondering

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Yeah shorts like this. God love the 90's

During the early nineties Australian cricket was booming with talent. The likes of Shane Warne were just starting to shine through while long time stalwarts like Dean Jones continued to do their country proud. Even if it was short lived with Jones being dropped from the test side shortly after this tour.

For this wide eyed and easily star struck girl seeing these big names was more than a highlight. As a cricket loving child in the eighties Deano was one of my most favourite cricketers ever. With his birthday just a day after mine I was certain that meant some kind of special connection between us. Even just thinking about it now I can feel my heart start to pound like it did as I stood there waiting outside the players change room to in the hope of an autograph.

As it turned out I didn't have to go looking for some of the stars as they just happened to find me in the crowd. One particular player, who may have gone on later in life to face some texting dramas, took it upon himself to help me eat my ice cream. While a much older and more established player informed me of what a heart breaker I would grow up to be. Followed by the somewhat suggestive comment of how he wished I were a few years older. You and me both mister.

Oh my beating heart be still!

It is no wonder then that from there a lot of my cricket infatuation was based on how attractive I thought the player to be. Oh me oh my though there sure were some hotties over the years.

By the time I reached my early twenties my interest had dwindled somewhat. Having said that though I would still excitedly watch a live game whenever it came to town. By now the likes of Brett Lee were taking the field and the Waugh brothers dominated and led the team to many a victory.

Somewhere along the line Ricky Ponting was given the reigns and what ever interest I had in the game all but disappeared. The team was filled with too many names I no longer recognised and not enough faces that appealed to my sexual desires. The fact we could no longer convincingly win didn't help the matter either. Suddenly my cricket watching days were over

Or at least they were.

Wednesday night saw the first day of the first Ashes test begin. Australia demolished the English batting line up. There was hope and excitement. Which of course was quickly dashed by James Anderson. A British bowling powerhouse that has me got me all a gaga. Till I remember he plays for the wrong team.

I may no longer know any of the players but there is something about this series that has reignited my love of the game. The likes of Anderson and debutante Ashton Agar may or may not have everything to do with it. Either I am excited and can't wait to see Australia return The Urn to where it rightfully belongs.

I know there are so many more things I want to share about cricket. Like stats and records. 
I know this post has probably gone on for long enough
I know that writing about cricket on a mummy blog is a little bit risky, there are lots of mums that aren't that interested.
I know that I just love it so much that I am sure a few other mums must as well. 
I know that you should share something you know here

And the last thing I know this week is that you should totally sit up all night watching the cricket with me

Agar to the rescue

With England all out before the end of the first day, of the first test, it appeared as if the Australians were up to the task at hand.

The task of course to return home with the ashes.

Given all the off field excitement within the ranks of Australian cricket there was much anticipation as to how the team would perform under their new coach, Daren Lehmen. Having bowled the English team out for what seemed the lowly total of 215 Australian cricket fans were given much needed hope.

Hope that was quickly shattered as the Australian batting line up crumbled faster than ever before.

English fast bowler, James Anderson, who in my opinion is beyond good looking, dismantled the Aussie batting line up. Shredding through the middle order leaving the tail end to wag like it never has before.

Enter 19 year old Ashton Agar.

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In his debut match for the baggy greens and only his eleventh first class game Agar walks away with more records that many of his team mates made runs. He is now the highest scoring number 11 batsman.

Along with Phil Hughes, Agar restored hope when it was needed most. Taking to the field after watching his team mates fall like flies Agar showed courage and skill beyond his years. A breath if fresh air and admirable skill in such a young man. Agar is just what Australian cricket needed.

By lunch the Huges and Agar partnership had equalized the scoreboard and then take the lead. Shortly after lunch the pair took the record for the highest scoring tenth wicket partnership and Agar headed towards a maiden test century.

Sadly it was not to be.

Agar fell to ball from Broad that he misjudged and hit straight to Swann. With a lead of 65 Australia will take to the field inspired by the earnest battle of a teenager who fell two short of a century in his debut match for his country in the first Ashes Test.