Escaping to Umbrawarra Gorge

Rather than sit at home for the May Day long weekend, we decided to runaway from the clutches of reality and escape to the picturesque Umbrawarra Gorge. A place where were were under the impression that was only known to a few. Previous visits to this natural beauty in the wilderness have seen us have this bush oasis almost exclusively to ourselves. Naturally we were kind of expecting the same again.

As we neared the campground we began to see a sea of car rooves. Our secret destination was apparently not so secret after all.

 Following this many cars out of town is very unusual for here. 
Since they all turned off well before us we were certain of solitude when we arrived.

After a three hour drive, the last of it on a rough 4WD dirt track, we had few options but to see if we were able to squeeze ourselves in somewhere. The remoteness of it all meant that we couldn't just see if there was somewhere else nearby. We had to make room or face more long hours in the car.

As fun as it was getting here, we were in no rush to do it again, at least not immediately.

Turns out not only were we able to squeeze ourselves in but also spread out quite comfortable. Luck would have it that there were some day campers leaving right next to the last patch of greenness that we had our eye on. Before long our new home for the next days was set up and it was time to check out the water levels.

Umbrawarra Gorge is a seasonal waterhole. Some years if there is not much rain then there is not enough water to dip your big toe in. Other years however it floods and you can stand with water over your head. While there might not have been much rain over my house this wet season just gone, there certainly seems to have been a lot out this way. 

In all our years of coming here this was by far the most water we have seen. Mind you it is the earliest in the year we have been there so that may have a little to do with it as well.

As disappointing as it was not to be the only ones to visit this special bush retreat this weekend I was determined to not let it spoil my time. In true Rhianna fashion it wasn't long before I found the inevitable bright side.

With so many people in such close proximity it was the perfect opportunity for some hard core people watching.

The first night saw us sharing our fire with two young couples. And when I say young I mean late twenties/early thirties. So perhaps what I am really saying is more about how old I feel but that is a post for another day I am sure. Regardless of this though to me they were highly entertaining.

The two women, let's call them Yvette and Shannon. Which may or may not be their actual names, and either way it doesn't really matter. Anyway it was beyond evident that Shannon and Yvette were not friends. They only reason they managed to be as civil to each other as what they were was due to their respective partners, Josh and Reece. Who were clearly long time bum chums and would never not have each other in their lives, regardless of what some bimbo girlfriend may or may not think of the other's partner.

Due to the proximity of our respective sites I could not help but hear and as such listen to their conversations. The snarly comments from Yvette to Shannon were hilarious. All kinds of entertaining I tell you. 

Well actually I can't tell you because I can't remember the specific one liners that made me giggle the most.Which bugs me endlessly. I spend so much energy if you will, enjoying the moment and really being in the moment, that the next day I can't actually remember the specifics of what made me tickled my fancy.

Which is exactly why I haven't written about how at DPCON13 I said something so funny that I made the very lovely Tina Gray snort. Not once but twice. I think though the second one was as a result of me saying I made Tina Gray snort, I am so blogging about that after the first rip roarer of a snort I managed to somehow induce.

For now though I must bid you adieu. The block of this post was written while we were away. Mr Awesome took the girls for a bit of a rock climbing adventure leaving me to pen this masterpiece. The next lines I have scribbled down go ... 

... Anyway I would love to sit and keep sharing the antics of our adventures but the tribe has returned from rock climbing and is in need of food. The description of the toiler will have to wait. Which I am sure you will just be on the edge of your sit with anticipation as you wait for that one.

The dunny pit, as my girls liked to call it, not that they actually used it mind you
Stay tuned for all the exciting details :)

It's Tuesday and I have blogged. 

You should too then you could join in with IBOT over at EssentiallyJess.

Do you like escaping to the wilderness?

Are you a people watcher?

Where you there when I made Tina snort?

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Booking doctors appointments with ease and 1stAvailable

Remember the other day when I asked if you do doctors? 

Image from here (again)

Turns out this week I had to make not one but two doctors appointments, with another booked for the end of the month. Finding out early next week if there needs to be more before that.

I don't generally visit the doctor, mainly because we thankfully seem to only get mild cases of whatever virus happens to be floating around at that particular point in time. 

The other reasons are based around the fact that I believe if your body is given enough rest, fluids and nutrients it can for the most part heal itself. And when I say for the most I part I mean save for serious illnesses and diseases.

My first appointment was actually for Miss Six. She had asked me the night before if she wasn't well in the morning would I please take her to the doctor. I agreed. Partly because I just wanted her to go to sleep so would have agreed to just about anything and partly because perhaps she had asked a very valid question.

Maybe there was a chance that what she had wasn't just your usual virus and some nasty bacteria had found it's way into her system?

Thankfully I live in a place where a newish and very large bulk billing clinic has recently opened and within a few months expanded. It is seriously huge. I was able to get an appointment within 2 hours of my call. 

However if it was a 1stAvailable clinic I would have been able to have booked my appointment online the night before as Miss Six was going to bed. Because in reality I knew then what the morning would bring.

1stAvailable believes that we should be able to book our health care appointments online 24/7 and you know what I think they are right.

Imagine that, it's 3 am and your kiddo is evidently unwell. Sure you could traipse up to emergency but it is not really an emergency as such. You know that it could wait till morning. If of course you make sure you are on the phone at eight on the dot. There are after all only a few spare daily appointments each day.

What 1stAvailable offers is exactly that. Being able to book your healthcare appointments where and when you need them. Even if it is after hours. You can even check other providers nearby for possible appointments. Almost sounds too good to be true doesn't it?

And for some places that is the case. There are still many more health practitioners that need to come on board for the service to be offered nation wide. Only they won't come on board if they can't see the demand and that is where you (and I) come into.

1stAvailable is offering bloggers (such as myself and many others) the chance to win some pretty great prizes for sharing the 1stAvailable awesomeness with our readers. Though it is not only the bloggers who stand to win something awesome. 

Every one who registers with 1stAvailable before June 17 goes into the draw to win 12 months of free private health insurance. Told you it was awesome.

To be in the running for this great prize (and help me possibly win my own rather awesome prize) click through to 1stAvailable and register your details. Make sure you tell you friends and family so everyone is able to make use of this great service.

Taking part in some Friday Flogging

This post was written as part of a competition held by 1stAvailable

Hitting the dirt track.

Turning off the highway and on to the dirt road Sally suddenly felt a little more human. The air around her seemed to change and she began to feel not so hung over. Perhaps even slightly alive.

Picking up a water bottle she thirstily guzzled the cold liquid within. The sensation of it traveling through her veins was not unlike that of the coffee earlier in the day.

Gently activating little buttons within her. Awaking her senses and allowing her to feel all that was around her.

Looking longingly at the wildness before her Sally couldn't wait to be surrounded by nothing but trees. Submersed in her own solitude, totally removed from the real world and all it entails.

Glancing in the rear view mirror there was nothing to be seen but a cloud of red dust. Her veins began to tingle again and she knew that heading out of town for the day was just what the doctor ordered. It was the perfect medicine to forget about constant pressure and stress that she felt at work.

Another fifteen minutes down the track and Sally found herself in a half made car park. Surprised to be there already she pulled the car up under the shade of a tree. Turning the ignition of her ears longed for the sound of silence.

Sally was blasted with a blaze of hot air as she opened the door to get out. Made worse by the cool air conditioning she was leaving behind. She briefly wondered if reading her book in the car with the air con running was a better option than hiking down to some creek or river that may or may not actually be swimmable.

And for a moment it was.

But then out of no where a cool breeze ran gently through the trees and the whispering of the leaves beckoned her into their shade.

Her heart was both glad and disappointed to see a designated path.

She longed for every example of someone else being there before her to be removed. It was easier that way to pretend that she was the only person in existence. To imagine that all she saw before her was there solely for her and her alone. As selfish and self centred as that was, it was still her hearts desire.

Still at least if there was a path she wouldn't have to worry so much about getting lost. Not that she ever worried about it per se, when one had walked as many bush tracks as Sally getting lost was not something you ever wanted to admit to. She did however have a tendency to walk to far at times.

Loving the bush as much as what she did was something Sally had grown up with. Her father was a bush man at heart as well. Growing up her strongest memories were of being out in the bush. Watching birds, hunting for food, enjoying the tranquility that came with swimming in billabongs.

As Sally began to make her way down the rocky path yet nicely shaded path she could feel the weight of the week leave her behind. While the pounding in her head was still there it had slowed and softened somewhat. She could feel each bang lessen with step.

A few deep breaths in and out and suddenly Sally was feeling more alive and relaxed since she didn't know when.

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Nothing beats homemade chicken and vegetable soup

My rather awesome and totally pinworthy (hint hint)
Chicken and Vegetable Soup

In this house when we start to get sick the first thing we do is eat. Nothing particularly special, just standard good whole foods. Generally lots of fruit like strawberries, oranges, and kiwi fruit are consumed during the day. When it comes to dinner, there is one fail safe that I always turn to and that is my homemade chicken and vegetable soup.

Some days when I make it I go all out and even make my own stock before I make the soup. Other days I cheat and just use a lovely box of pre-made stock. Today I am going to share with you the whole process, including the stock making. (Excited much?)

Chicken & Vegetable Soup
with homemade stock

Ingredients - stock

2kg chicken necks

leaves and tips from 1 bunch of celery

2 carrots

vegetable peelings from soup vegetables

2 onions or 1 leek

4 garlic cloves

1 bay leaf (optional I often don't use them but I know others that love them)

Ingredients - soup

2 turnips

2 swedes

4 carrots (my kids are a bit carrot crazy)

3 garlic cloves

1 celery stick

stock (either homemade or pre bought about 4-6 cups)

2 chicken breasts

optional extras - parsnip, pumpkin, potato, brocoli or any other veg that takes your fancy, pasta/noodles

Method - stock

Place all ingredients in a large pot (preferably with a strainer inside it see photo below, there is probably some technical name for this kind of pot but I don't know it). Veggies only need to be roughly chopped. No need to peel. This includes the onions, though if using leeks still give them a good wash as they are generally full of dirt. 

Just a side note on the vegetable peels. I actually peel all my other vegetables for the soup in advance, cover them with some water and throw the peels in the pot. 

Cover with water and bring to the boil. Gently simmer for a few hours. I like to give mine a bit of a stir and mash every now and then, just to make sure all the goodness of the juices get squished out.

My awesome pot with insert
Perfect for making stock and soup 

If you are like me and have one of these super cool pot inserts, separating the liquid from the other stuff is as easy as eating ice-cream. 

If however you don't, you need to find yourself a super large sieve. 

If you are after a particularly clear stock then you need to find the sieve and a new chux cloth and pour the liquid through the chux lined strainer. 

Not that I have ever actually done this, but I have heard that it is what all the top chefs do when they want to make a liquid clearer. In our house thankfully no one is particularly fussed on how clear their soup is.

Stock with celery and garlic

Method - Soup

Dice all vegetables to about 1-1.5cm square. If you are adding broccoli leave out till 5 minutes before cooking other wise it will just become mush.

Place in pot and cover with stock.

Gently simmer for an hour.

Add finely diced chicken. Simmer for another 15 minutes or so.

If adding noodles or pasta they can either be cooked in the pot with the soup (saves on washing) or cooked separately and added when serving. Just check the cooking times on packet and add to pot that long before you want to serve.

Full of nature's goodness

 It's Tuesday and I have blogged which means I am joining Jess and the gang for IBOT.

You should too!

Do you do doctors?

Source

This morning I put up a Facebook update moaning about the troubles in my day despite it not yet having reached 8.30am. Seriously it was very woe is poor hard done by me kind of post. Which is not really what I like to do because rainbows, sunshine and happiness are more my cup of tea. Plus I am always conscious of the fact that there are people out there with real problems rather.

In case you missed it, and I am sure you did because essentially Facebook hates me and barely shares my posts with anyone, (which is actually a whole separate post of its own) it went a little like this.

Miss Six has had a bit of a cough for days now, perhaps even weeks. My concept of time is not exactly that great. For the most part she seems quite ok. Her energy levels are not really lacking and she will still quite happily play argue interact with her sisters. 

However out of no where she will just start coughing and sound like she is about to loose a lung. Perhaps even two. I am sure there are life long smokers out there that could not match her efforts of late. 

My heart of hearts keeps telling me that it is related to the weather and the ridiculously cold air conditioning at school. It is not exactly the first time she has been like this, just this time it seems to be dragging on a bit longer than usual. 

Last night as I was tucking Miss Six into bed, she asked me if perhaps she should go to a doctor to see if they could help her get better. It kinda broke my heart. It wasn't so much the need to go to the doctor that saddened me, more so that Miss Six no longer felt she had it in her to make herself well.

For as long as I can remember I have been a big believer in trusting your body. Listening to when it tells you to eat, rest and all that jazz. Naturally it is something I am trying to pass on to the girls as well. Being in tune with your body and understanding what it is trying to say is in my eyes a wonderful gift.

So when Miss Six (or any of them for that matter) tells me that they think they can only get better with the help of a doctor I am torn.

There is no doubt in my mind of the importance of doctors. None what so ever. Modern medicine has done some pretty amazing things and does a great job at making the world a better and healthier place. There is no denying without the wonders of medicine many lives would have been lost.

However. There is a part of me that thinks antibiotics are handed out a bit too willy nilly for my liking. Which is one of the reasons I don't really do doctors all that often. The other being we don't actually get sick enough all that often to warrant a trip to the doctor.

Anyway off to the doctor we went today. And away we walked with possibly of a very mild infection or perhaps something a little more viral, he couldn't really say. Either way he happily wrote out a script for antibiotics, complete with a repeat. I am just happy he bulk bills.

When did you last visit a doctor?

On writing, zombies and wanting to crack Google

Image from here

One of the main reasons I blog is because I have this crazy aspiration that I am destined to be a writer. And a famous one at that. Naturally every time I see something telling me that blogging is not actual writing I cringe and wonder if I ever really will be the writer that I dream of. You know all famous and well known, and paid.

Of course then there are those that will say just by regularly posting on a blog I am essentially a writer. At least of sorts. There are always grey areas in life, well apart from death. Which is pretty much black and white. You are either dead or alive and that is all there is to it. Though having just watched the movie Warm Bodies, even the whole dead thing is perhaps not as black and white as what we may have once believed. 

Not that I want to spoil the movie for those that haven't seen it but essentially it is all about Zombies being cured with a little love and hope. Which I must admit, apart from the Zombie aspect is exactly my cup of tea.

Have I ever mentioned how I feel about Zombies?

Just quietly they make my stomach churn and my eyes squeeze tightly shut. Which as you can imagine makes watching a full feature film narrated and starring a Zombie just a little bit tricky. The whole eating of brains, pale skin and inability to communicate is just a little much for this little black duck.

Having said that though I am contemplating writing up a proper review for the movie. Though that may mainly be more to do with a desire to see if I could crack Google algorithms and make it onto the first page of searches for movie reviews for Warming Bodies.

A few months ago I wrote a post about how I made a pigs in mud cake for EssentiallyJess. Since then my page views have skyrocketed and left me feeling all kinds of awesome. Apparently people the world over are interested in making this cake and yours truly seems to be a hit in search times.

All of which is of course awesome and please Google gods and powers that be don't think for an instant that I am complaining because I am not. Well ok maybe just a little but not really.

I do love the fact that each and every day I can see more and more people stopping by this little old blog of mine, it is just that I kinda would like them to stop by and read just more than that one post. 

Hence the desire to see if I can jag the whole SEO thing again with a review for Warm Bodies. Or anything for that matter. A movie review of a latest release just seems like the easiest way to try. Despite all my other movie review attempts being a flop. But then again I am the eternal optimist.

Have you seen Warm Bodies?

Do you like Zombie movies?

What is your life long dream?

Things I know about teeth, drain pipes, and just trying to get by

The first thing I know this week is that this week has not been as big as what last week was. Thank goodness.

After all the fun and excitement of hanging with Samuel Johnson and then the big '12' birthday party, I entered this week somewhat drained, emotionally and physically. There was no way that I could have handled another big week. In fact I barely managed to handle each day as it was.

I know that had it not been for the public holiday yesterday I may not have made it through to today.

I know that Friday's after a public holiday should actually be a public holiday as well. Especially if the first public holiday is one that sees you enjoy a drink or two with friends.

I know that I have been a terrible commenter of late and I am terribly sorry for my lack of comments. 

I know that I could happily spend the whole weekend, just me, my Mac and the net. Oh so blissful.

I know there is no way that is going to happen. Certainly not this weekend anyway and quite possibly not any weekend in the foreseeable future. 

sigh

I know that as I sit here and type my house is beyond a shambles. Which is what I meant when I said I have struggled to handle this week. When the house has at least some sort of order to it's chaos I feel able to handle everything so much better.

double sigh

I know that have a bit of a sleep in yesterday morning was awesome. Possibly even beyond awesome.

I know that coming downstairs from said sleep in, to discover Miss Three with handfuls of her hair no longer attached to her head was not so awesome.

I know that Mr Awesome was much more relaxed about it all than what I would have been if it had of happened on my watch.

Image from here

I know that having Miss Six explain that she was actually responsible for the hair cut because she couldn't stand Miss Three's fringe being in her eyes any longer made it a bit tricky to get angry with her, regardless of who's watch it happened on.

I know that leaving this post to go and take apart the s-bend pipe under the bathroom sink so that I could retrieve the tooth Miss Six just dropped down there, was not on my list of things to do. But done it I have.

I know that being able to do such a thing makes me feel all I am woman hear me roar.

I know that never being able to remember which way it undo and which way is tighten when dealing with screwy things makes me feel a lot less I am woman hear me roar.

I know that even though my pledge of 5km for Kate Says Stuff #OpMOVE500 hasn't appeared on the pledge list I am still going to get out there and run my 5km today. Commitment and dedication are not always my strong points and I am trying to change that. Seeing this through is part of that plan.

I know that Kate just told me she was about to add me to the list so with that in mind I best hit publish and get my runners on.

More on Samuel Johnson swimming with crocodiles

While every inch of my being may have been shaking like a nervous wreck, on the outside I liked to think I was holding it altogether. Waiting out the front of Crocosaurus Cove to meet up with Samuel Johnson was some of the most exciting fifteen minutes of my life. Though this excitement level was quickly surpassed once he actually arrived.

In fact my excitement levels began to rise the moment I first spotted the Boob Mobile arrive

The Boob Mobile. Sam and the gangs home for the next ten months

Actually I felt like a bit of a stalker watching them from across the street and slyly taking photos. I contemplated going over and introducing myself prior to the designated meeting time but in the end chickened out. I knew my moment of glory was coming and I some how managed to wait for it.

From the moment the man in pink walked in my direction, smile on his face and hand stretched out ready for introduction I began to feel slightly more at ease. I just kept reminding myself that at the end of the day he is simply a little brother trying to fulfil his dying sister's dare. And hopefully save someone else's sister from a similar fate.

As much as there was a part of me that would have liked to have sat down and asked some hard hitting questions about how one copes with the news that their big sister's life has suddenly been cut short, there was a much larger part of me that knew I just wasn't up for such a conversation. Plus there were much more pressing issues at hand, like was he sure the crocodiles had been adequately fed?

Chopper the croc Sam swum with.

While Sam is making his journey across the country Connie, his sister, has asked for as many people as possible to come up with crazy dares for her brother to do. 

One of which included taking a dip with a croc. 

Mind you it was not just any old croc.

No, Sam, and a lucky raffle winner, were taking the plunge into the tank of Chopper. One of the largest, meanest looking crocs at the cove.

The Bendigo Bank, one of the Love Your Sister platinum sponsors sold raffle tickets in the local branches for one lucky supporter to swim with Sam and Chopper. Which was a brilliant idea, though just between you and me I had hoped that Sam was planning a solo swim, so I could have offered to keep him company!

Mick and Mick.
Mick on the left is a Customer Relationship officer
from the local Bendigo Bank.
Mick on the right is the lucky duck that gets to go
in the cage of death with Sam.

The truly great thing about LYS having sponsors such as Bendigo Bank, Jayco, Dominoes, and Vodafone, (to name but a few, for a full list go here) means that all funds raised, go directly to cancer research. The support given to this venture is beyond amazing and makes my heart swell, as I am sure it does Sam's.

If you would like to donate to Love Your Sister, you can do so in person at any Bendigo Bank, or online here. Donations over $2 are tax deductible and all monies raised go directly to breast cancer research.

With nearly 4000kms under his belt already and just under $170, 000 raised, there is still a long way for Sam to go to reach his one million dollar goal.

As much as breast cancer is a disease that attacks women it is also a disease the leaves a lasting effect on men who are close to those it attacks. Breast cancer affects us all in one way or another. Please help the final answers to the cure to be found sooner rather than later.

I think one of the things that I love most about the Love Your Sister campaign is that it is three young men out there trying to spread breast cancer awareness. Sam is kept company on the road by what I imagine is the best support crew ever with nephew Jonno and buddy Leighton by his side. 

Back to Sam and swimming in the cage of death though.

As you can see, old Chopper can get pretty excited once you start swinging a bit of meat around

As you can also see, Sam and Mick get a bit excited as well.

Actually even without dipping my toes in the water I got pretty excited too. It was after all a pretty exciting kind of day. Though there is certainly no denying that Sam was the most excited amongst us.

Sam shares what it was like swimming with Chopper.

An animal lover and enthusiast, Samuel had nothing but wonder, awe and a whole heap of respect for the majestic creature that he got to get up close and personal with. Something not many get to do even if it is in the safety of the cage of death.

But then again riding your unicycle for 15, 000km  is not something just any old body could do either.

As you read this Sam is on his way west. Once again heading along some of the toughest roads this country has to offer. He has another three weeks in the saddle ahead of hime. All in the name of loving his sister, in a bid to raise awareness and funds for breast cancer.

Make sure you check out the planned route to see when the Love Your Sister crew are in a town near you. Please head down and give them a cheer when they are about. And in the meantime, check your boobies and remind all the women in your life to do the same.

Joining in with Jess and the gang for IBOT

Writing rather than cooking

With a little over an hour to get dinner sorted, read school readers, tidy up, get the washing in, fold it and put it away, it seems only natural to throw it all in the too hard basket and blog instead.

With so many thoughts bustling around my head trying to make sense of themselves, I am sure I will be much more productive if I write first.

Well that is what I tell myself in a bid to justify my selfish desire to forget about my responsibilities and just write instead. 

 Can't wait to share the story that goes with it.

Normally Monday sees me confessing with the lovely Kirsty over at My Home Truths. Only this week she is on holidays (lucky thing) Last week when I read of her impending break I did plan on a confession anyway as I am always keen to get things off my chest,  however, we all know how my plans go, so naturally it didn't happen.

deep sigh

Where was I? Oh that's right.

As predicted last week was massive.

Meeting Samuel Johnson was certainly a highlight. We might not have spoken as much as we could have but truth be told if I had of spoken to him any more than what I did, I would have ended up as a blubbering mess. And let's face it, nobody, least of all someone as amazing as old SJ, needs a blubbering mess on their hands.

For those who don't know the intimate workings of my inner thoughts, I am an incredibly emotional person. I cry a lot and easily. For the most part I can hold it to a simple eye well. A few deep breaths and I can generally get it all under control but not all the time.

There are some topics that there is just no avoiding a tear or two when I think of them. Let alone actually talking to someone who may be going through said grievance.

*Which reminds me.
Princess Ladbird Week
starts on Wednesday. 

Losing a sister is one of them. Losing a child is another*. Throw cancer into the mix and it is all over. I am a goner for sure.

Tears will be shed. And quite possibly a lot of them. Not sob your heart out tears. Just roll silently down your cheek tears. Not that it really makes much difference. Neither are easy to ignore and carry on a conversation with.

It actually makes feel uncomfortable. I start to wonder what right I have to get all teary over their heartbreaking sadness. Worsened when strength and resilience are shown.

Now that's all out the way, make sure you pop back in tomorrow to find out what Sam had to say after his swim with Chopper.

For now though it is best I get back to that whole being responsible thing and get dinner sorted.

double deep sigh.

After all the fun and antics of feeding multiple numbers twelve year old girls the last thing I feel like doing tonight is feeding the troops that make up my family. Ok, ok I know, most nights the last thing I feel like doing is cooking dinner, it's just I couldn't let it slip when I had such a good excuse tonight!

Things I Know About Love Your Sister Supporters

Right now the first thing I know this week is that my head is currently bursting with things I want to write about.

From the moment that I received the email saying I would have the opportunity to talk to Samuel Johnson when he came to town I just knew great things were in store for me.

Now I know this to be be true!

I know this photo really made my day.
Well actually my day was already pretty awesome already by this stage, this was just the icing on the cake

I know that the fact the Love Your Sister campaign has such great supporters and sponsors makes all the difference. This means that ALL funds raised go directly to breast cancer research. 

I know that the Bendigo Bank are just one of many businesses lending a helping hand.

I know I was going to list them all but there were a few to many and this page already has it covered. 

I know I mention Bendigo Bank over the others because today local workers were hard at work cooking snags and raising funds. They also held a raffle, with the prize being to swim with Sam and Chopper the Croc

centre photo: Bendigo Bank mascot with Mick, winner of the swim with Sam and a Croc raffle.

I know that the event put on today in the mall was all kinds of exciting. There were live animals, whip crackers, great dancers and of course crazy unicyclists.

From top left: Mick from Mick's Whips shows Sam how to crack a whip, One Mob Dancers, Sarah and a big snake
From bottom left: Sam rides a very big uni, Joseph (15yrs) does so to, Sam rides a not so big uni and cracks a whip

I know that I was a bit proud of myself having the balls to go up and introduce myself to the Lord Mayor who was there to welcome Sam to town. She had just retweeted me though so I thought it was only appropriate. (Hi Katrina if you're reading)

I know that it is frightening to think that one in four women diaganosed with breast cancer are under the age of 50. While the average age of those being diagnosed is 68 breast cancer is not something that only old women get. In fact 1% of cases are male.

For more breast cancer information check out this info sheet from Garvan.

I know the sooner we can find a cure for breast cancer the better.

I know that earlier in the week I promised more on what it was like when Sam went swimming with Chopper the crocodile. Rest assured I have not forgotten, there just turned out to be so much that I wanted to share, I have had to change my original plan a little. (yes those that know me well, I did really have a plan and as always nothing went to it :)

I know that if you pop back on Tuesday I will share more of the swimming with the crocodile antics. 

For now though, have you met Chopper the Croc?

I know that to help spread the Love Your Sister story as far as possible I am linking this in with both Grace and Miss Cinders. 

Please share amongst your friends and make everyone booby aware.

Thankful for so many things

When I wrote on Tuesday that I had a couple of big days at the office ahead of me, I didn't  actually realise just how big, big was. Sitting here now, late on Thursday night, I don't think my head has still fully comprehended just how big the past two days have been. 

I am so thankful they have been as wonderful as they have been as well.

I am thankful I had my photo taken with these guys. The One Mob Dancers.
These guys are so awesome they get a post of their own, well in a few days or so they will
On a side note, I really wish I had of chosen a different pose. A model I am not

Kenny Rogers is gently crooning in the background. His voice soothes my soul in a way words can never explain. Though tonight the music has a duel purpose, help my buzzing brain find clarity and block out the constant droning buzz created by the various night bugs that inhabit my home and garden. 

I am so thankful that last year I had the chance to see Kenny sing live.

Now Kim Carnes has joined Kenny for a duet and I am instantly transported back to my childhood. Waltzing around the lounge room, duster in hand. Banks of metal louvers apparently in need of a good once over. 

My mother was a domestic goddess and some how managed to convince my brother and I that playing records and wiping windows was fun. Interestingly enough my sister never seemed to fall too much for this. 

I am so thankful for my wonderful family. 

Family truly is an amazing thing. The last few days I have been watching the power of love that is created by family. Hearing Samuel Johnson talk about his sister Connie is proof of that. As is his quest to spread breast cancer awareness across  the country. And when I say across the country I mean in the most literal possible way. 

I am thankful that I got the opportunity to share some of their time in Darwin. 

Particularly because it meant I got the chance to take photos of these family members.

Connie and her cousin Cindy who lives here in Darwin

Connie and Sam  

Sam and Cindy. And a really big snake.

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This post is linking in with Thankful Thursday over at six by the bay