Tonight Is The Night

Firstly, it's garbage night and the feeling's right, yes it's garbage night... Will it be trash or treasure tonight? Oooh I am rubbing my hands together in anticipation. Gloves and torch are at the ready! I never got around to showing you this little item I picked out of the bin on one of my missions. It's German, ja? I've still not even opened it, but the packaging is pretty super..

The above video is dedicated to my bin. Yes, yes it is. Please watch it. Love it. Play it loud and proud. Look at Kenny Rogers then. Now look at Kenny Rogers (scroll down to number 10). What the heck was this man thinking? He looked like a nice dude before, I liked his wrinkles. He looked a little like Santa. Now, not so much - he doesn't even look like Kenny Rogers!

Anyway, enough of that tangent. We're getting ready to Postman Pat. Though I am a little worried (oh the pressure!) that we're going to disappoint. Never fear, we'll forge forward and do what we can do.

It's our third wedding anniversary next week. Wracking my brains for a small gift idea. It's leather. Whip suggestions need not apply! I'm thinking leather photo frame. Anyone seen any nice ones lately?

Postman Pat

I am notorious (in my own head) for never finishing things. Take for example the day I posted about letter writing with my biggie small. I did mean to get back to you if you commented.. But I just didn't. So here I am to make amends.

If you'd still like to play Postman Pat with us, please email me your postal address. We'll work on something over the weekend, and hopefully, if all goes to plan - your little ones (or you!) might receive something in the mail other than a bunch of bills. Now doesn't that sound like the sweetest plan?

Just a small thing. My biggest little one is 3 and a bit. So we'll be abstracting it up. Don't expect some kind of Picasso wizardry. Simple is key people!

Also, later this week I'll be posting a giveaway.. Excitement to the max people.. Stay tuned.

And finally, the photo that I posted yesterday - well it wasn't the bin.. I put you off the scent though, didn't I? Now you're madly going around all the number 33 houses ripping open the lid only to discover old tins of Snappy Tom (which BTW - are recyclable!) and hairballs, maybe even the missing silverfish.. Who knows.

Posting

I keep going to write posts then just like lightning, I forget what I was going to post about. But today, I am posting about posting. Or rather, postage.

Is it just me, am I the only one that has such a relationship with the people at the post office that I get shown their photo albums of their eight children? Told all their childhood stories. Reminiscing in a post office, while I am trying to rush out the door to get another errand done. I can never just walk away though, I have to stand and admire those wedding photos. Ohh and aah.

Anyway - here's a heads up - postage is about to go up (along with everything else) on Monday. So my little dude and I are sending out as many cards as we can while it's still 50c. Otherwise that extra 5 cents might see us hit rock bottom. Just jokes. But we're going to go hammer and tongs and send out some mail in the hope that someone hits us back with a colourful correspondence.

I have loved stamps ever since I was old enough to help my Mum with her stamp collection. And I know that borders on sound incredibly nerdy, but stamps really mark a time in history, as well as your very own mini-art collection. While some stamp designs are pretty average (currently at Australia Post is a rugby league collection - boo hiss!), a lot feature beautiful graphic images.

Anyway - you heard it here first, postage is set to rise. Don't tell me I never tell you anything. It's all ground-breaking news here!

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My little guy big loves receiving letters in the mailbox so today, we write letters in the hope that we get some letter-lovin' back. Anyone want to play postman with us?

PS - days 19, 20: I went walk to the op-shop and on my way dropped into the newsagency to confirm my massive winnings that would buy me a house. I don't want for fancy holidays, diamond rings, caviar on toast for breakfast, that sort of thing. Just a wee little cottage. Do you think I won anything? Nope, not a dime.

Next day of walking we fast-footed our way down to the train station to meet Matt. It was a little chilly in the air. I hadn't worn appropriate clothing. Naughty me.

And today is day 21. Once the babies are awake, we're going to check out the neighbourhood. This is my last habit-forming day. And then no more walking. Ha! Fooled you again. Now I will be armed and dangerous - I'll be willing to go walking no matter the weather. It's become easier and easier to get out there and soak up the day. It probably has something to do with the sunshine too - it's so good feeling the sun warm up your back, checking out this and that. Try it. Join up here.