Why I really REALLY dislike Monkeys and House Plants

Let me get things straight before you think I’m some horrid house plant, monkey hating horrible person.  I have good reasons, at least I think they’re good reasons.

Firstly I blame Jumanji for my monkey thing.  Don’t get me wrong, I like big primates, apes, gorillas, chimps (and right now I’m sure someone is going to tell me that apes aren’t a separate animal and I have no idea what I’m talking about and that’s ok, because I don’t want to have to ask Prof Google right now)….. speaking of chimps, what was that movie, I think it might have been a Disney one, made back in the 80’s about chimps that were test piloting nuclear war heads and they were all dying of radiation poisoning?  I’m sure it was a real movie and not something I dreamed up…. anyway, that movie made me cry….. ahhhh it was Project X (thank you Prof Google – such a relief that it’s not all in my head), starring a young Matthew Broderick and a young Helen Hunt, I don’t remember them being in the movie but I do remember the chimps (see I’m not heartless towards monkey type animals).  But Jumanji, now that movie scared the boogers out of me – not in a give me nightmares kinda way but in a heebie jeebies, those freaky monkeys are going to haunt me for the rest of my life kind of way, I’m still looking over my shoulder.  Plus there was that time I was at the zoo for a biology excursion in year 11 or 12.  I was eating a Vegemite sandwich (and yes I am humming that song in my head) and we were walking past what I thought was an empty enclosure, it was small, full of vegetation, no sign of an inhabitant.  Then next thing there was this tiny monkey pressed up against the wires looking at me maliciously and trying to get it’s little hand (? not sure what else to call it, it’s not a paw) through the wires to get my sandwich.  It scared the living daylights out of me.  One moment I’m thinking “Hey, that enclosure’s empty.  I wonder why?”  The next I was like “Holy Vegemite Batman, there’s a sandwich stealing monkey in there!”

So, what do monkeys have to do with anything and why on earth am I telling you this?  Because lovely peeps, I belong to the House of Monkey.

Intelligent and with a fun loving side, Monkeys like to be challenged with every project presenting them with something new and interesting.

As much as I don’t want to admit it, that’s me and that’s the house that I chose.  I’ll happily refer to and call my kids Monkeys, they act like it most of the time.  But me, I don’t want to be a Monkey (unless it’s the funky band the Monkees…… ooohhhhh ok, I’m a Monkee).  And yes, I know I should have started this yesterday but I have kids home on holidays that need to be entertained and needed new winter clothes, so we were shopping.

Ok, so now that we’ve sorted that business out.  I’ll tell you why I’m a Monkee, well firstly, I don’t have weird hair and no I can’t sing.  But I do knit, and I like knits that challenge me, even if I am a scaredy Monkee.  Since launching into sock knitting a whole new world has opened up to me and I’m more and more inclined to give something a go simply due to the success I’ve had with my socks, even dabbling in designing my own stuff.  I know me and I know I have a tendency to over think things and doubt my own capability but I also know that I can do it and all I have to do is just try.  Knitting is no longer just that thing I bring out in Winter and sort of pick at to stop myself from being bored; it’s my best friend, it’s at my side almost constantly, it brings me joy, warmth, frustration, a new way to stretch myself and something that I can always learn from.  For a full time Stay at Home mum it stretches my brain and provides an outlet for creativity and thinking that I wouldn’t otherwise have.

Why don’t I like house plants?  Because it’s something else that I have to take care of.  I love them, don’t get me wrong, I think they’re nice and all, but I don’t want to have to be the one to look after them and then when they die I feel bad….. not just for the plant but for the person that went to the effort of giving it to me.  I feel like I’ve let them down.  So, if you ever feel inclined to give me a house plant, a skein of yarn will be a perfect substitute 😀

Well, that’s it from me.  I’ll leave you with my theme song for the week ;P


Route 86


About a month ago the local Christian radio station that we listen to, Hope 103.2, was running a competition for tickets to Easterfest, Toowoomba.  Easterfest is a Christian music festival that’s held in Toowoomba, Queensland and has been going for the last 13 years.  I registered my name, not thinking that I would win.  I wrote on the cow blackboard (yes, I have a blackboard in the shape of a cow) that is hung near our kitchen what I needed to say just in case the radio station rang me.  I never thought that I’d win.

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Day 1 of the competition, I listened as I organised my kids out the door, no phone call.

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Day 2 of the competition, the older 3 had just left for school and G was nagging me to put the tv on.  I walked over to the radio to turn it off and they had just started the call out.  The phone rang on the radio and my heart dropped a little in disappointment, the phone continued to ring and eventually the broadcasters cut the call and started on call #2.  Again, the phone rang out and as the presenters were discussing the possibility of no one answering their phones that morning, my phone began to ring.  I quickly picked up the phone and said very timidly (just in case it was someone else) “Hope 103.2 send me to Easterfest”.  I instantly heard cheering on the other end of the line.  I won, I won a family pass to Easterfest 2013 with a premium upgrade.  I honestly couldn’t believe it!


The next few hours were spent in a flurry of activity as I tried desperately to find accommodation for a family of 7 in the already packed to the rafters city of Toowoomba.  Finally – after a few tears – found accommodation in Postman’s Ridge, about a 15 minute drive out of Toowoomba, down in the Lockyer Valley (yeah, you read right, the place that had all that flooding, although I didn’t realise that until we were there).  I was quite hesitant when I rang Six Mile Country, the camping ground that amazingly enough had cabins big enough for my family, I wasn’t expecting them to have any spots left, so I was beyond pleasantly surprised when she said that the 8 berth cabin was available.  And the price, oh my, so affordable, especially in comparison to what we would have paid if we’d stayed in a motel.  After that it was easy to find accommodation on the road to and from Toowoomba – for those playing along at home, it’s about a 12 hour trip from the Blue Mountains in NSW (where I am) to Toowoomba, QLD (where we were going).  I guess if the kids were older we could probably have done the trip in 1 day (and to my darling husband, I don’t think I will be ever up for trying that!) but 5 -6 hours in the car is not fun, especially for the kids.  Plus with all the toilet and food stops it generally ends up being a lot longer than what we expect.

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It wasn’t until the week before we were supposed to leave it hit me that we were going away for almost a full week and then the pressure was on to get all the washing done, dry and folded, ready to pack.  What I accomplished in that week still astounds me, especially considering that I still managed to blog and get some knitting done in that time :p .


There were moments on our journey that we both wondered what we were up to (me more than Mr HKWT, seeing as I won the tickets and he was only along for the ride) especially once we got to the camp ground.  There were only 2 showers and 2 toilets for all the people camping, and while that was fine on Thursday night/ Good Friday morning, by the time Friday afternoon rolled around and all the other guests had arrived, that was a lot of people using only a few facilities.  And folks, this may come as a surprise to all of you, but I am no camper!  I found the whole sharing amenities a little confronting – but for the sake of my personal hygiene I did get over it :p .


But in the end it was more than worth it and I would do it all again in a heartbeat.  The people in the caravan/ tent set up across from us were also going to Easterfest and their daughters played so nicely with my kids.  They were also kind enough to lend us their GPS so we could find Queens Park (which really wasn’t that difficult to find) and told us where the “secret” parking was – aka free parking.


There was a dedicated kids programme run by Scripture Union Queensland.  While Mr HKWT and I were rather tied to that particular area due to needing to supervise our children, the kids had a ball.  There was phenomenal face painting, a jumping castle thingy, a ball pit, a petting zoo full of little farm animals including the cutest tiny little piglets, games, activities galore, a sand pit, colouring in, a circus school – not once did I hear the word “bored” in the whole 3 days.  The kids had a blast!  And Mr HKWT and I did manage to get out individually to see some of the other things that were happening around Easterfest, plus drink some of the best coffee I have ever EVER tasted!


Saturday was the epoch of the weekend for me and will probably go down in history as one of the best days of my life!  In an amazing twist of fate (sometimes having kids has it’s bonuses beyond the love, cuddles and kisses) I managed to not only meet the guys from NewWorldSon but I also had my picture taken with them, all the while listening to Audio Adrenaline, who were just over the fence, sound check.  Then I had my Audio Adrenaline cd – Under Dog – signed by Audio A.  That cd is now priceless!  To top off an awesome day, Saturday night was spent singing and grooving along at the Audio Adrenaline concert headed up by their new front man, K Max, originally from DC Talk.  E. P. I. C!  Now I know the vast majority of you will be wondering who I’m talking about and if you ever walked past any of these fellas you wouldn’t even bat an eyelid and that’s ok.  It was my epoch, my day to savour, my weekend to be forever thankful for, a memory that will always bring a smile to my face (especially after being told by 2 of the artists that I admire so deeply that I was wearing a cool t shirt) – and yes, I’m still smiling now, almost a full week later at the joy that weekend bought me.

NWSI’m the one in the middle that’s smiling so hard her face is about to explode :p

What did you get up to over Easter?

Christy 😀

The Trouble with Tuesdays

Mondays and Tuesdays are the 2 busiest days of my week.  Between the usual school stuff I also have Mr 4 at preschool, and after school activities both days.  I also have hospital visits occasionally on Tuesdays too which only adds to the busy-ness.  But here I am, Mr 4 is home sick today so I actually have a chance to do something other than running around.

On to what’s been happening in my life over the last few days:

I’ve frogged the Cookie A sock (Angee) that I was working on.  Sometimes you just need to make the decision that putting yourself through hell for a project isn’t worth it!  I wasn’t happy with the pattern and the colour of the yarn wasn’t helping.  So goodbye Angee, we gave it a good try but you and I just weren’t meant to be :p

The Skew sock I was working on is proving to be a pain in the butt but I will persevere.  I love the pattern and the self striping yarn on the angle looks so good.  But I am putting it aside for a little bit as it’s not worth the agony at the moment, I have enough stress in my life without intentionally adding to it.  You can see it’s loveliness here (http://www.flickr.com/photos/30962463@N02/6832110700/)

I’m starting Sunday Swing Socks (http://knitty.com/ISSUEsummer09/PATTsunday.php) to use up the Dream in Colour yarn that is in my stash.  I also just purchased some yarn from Bendigo Woollen Mills to start knitting for our Sunny baby.  I shall be a busy bee for the next few months but at least it gives me something to do when I’m sitting around waiting for everyone else :p.

Today I need to sew on the elastic for my girls ballet shoes.  I’m so scared I’m going to stuff it up, it’s not that complicated but some days I just expect failure.

I’m listening to Great Awakening by Leeland, I can’t get enough of that song.  One simple verse and that’s it.  It’s the sort of music that I wish I could crawl into, it feels like it’s a part of me.  I know that probably sounds so odd, but it’s rare to come across a song that speaks from the desire in my soul.

I know it’s not much and it’s pretty disjointed, I had so much more I wanted to talk about but I can’t remember any of it now.  If you’re lucky I’ll be back tomorrow with more (or at least what I originally intended to write about :p).


ETA:  Forgive the links, I’m still trying to figure out this whole blog thing, it’s not always as straightforward as it should be :/