Again this year the local RSL (i.e. the Returned Services League… equivalent to the British Legion) had their parade in honour of Anzac Day. Again the parade included large numbers of people from ‘support’ organisations and again one of those was the local Girl Guide troop.

As usual our two girls marched, and as usual I *again* failed to remember to pin the miniature medals my father has sent over for my eldest to wear on exactly such occasions. So annoying. Maybe next year.

Also, as usual, whilst the significance of the event always makes me quite emotional it passed way over the heads of the two girls. In fact the youngest seemed to think Gallipoli was some sort of disease that the soldiers saved us from!

ANZAC Day itself is on 25th April and marks the landing of troops at Gallipoli in 1915. I doubt we’ll be going to the main services which start at 6:00 a.m. on Friday, but there are a lot of Australian born people who do. Many lost family in both wars and the effects of the losses still reverberate through modern society as they did in Britain.

This is another time of reflection, but on a national scale rather than a personal one and with troops currently in both Iraq and Afghanistan is time we need. We have to ask ourselves if we’re willing to continue the commitment to ‘the cause’. For Afghanistan the answer is probably yes… for Iraq I’m not so sure.

Either way the troops carry the ANZAC spirit with them and even when we don’t support *why* they’re there fighting, they do at least know we support *them*.

Had to ask the family yesterday because I had *no* idea where we’d been and what we’d done. Seems the youngest went skating (that much I knew) then to a party at a bowling alley whilst we went shopping for ‘stuff’ of some sort.

I’ve been a bit woolly headed because I’ve been trying to wrap my head around the new sites. Both daughters now have active blogs, as does the personal trainer Sally (not that she’s written in hers yet!). I’m well on the way to working out the mechanics of the ‘ice skating’ site and will be able to make a start on Sal’s ‘business site’ soon. All that’s left to do then is create her ‘recruitment site’ and the major part of the creation work will be done.

There is a load of work to do on the ODPS and Talk Tidy sites, but they are ticking along well enough right now so I’ll not interfere too much there until everything else is running smoothly.

As any web designer will tell you, ‘site creation’ is the easy part. The problems start immediately afterwards. Even getting a site ‘live’ is a relatively minor issue. The *real* challenges are adding meaningful content and then successful marketing… i.e. attracting visitors! If you can make just a few of those visitors either part with cash directly to you, or click on advertising to earn a few cents each time then you’re doing well.

As far as the kids and Sal’s blogs are concerned, most content will be down to them. Yes I’ll update the ‘Skater’ site now and then with photos and the like, but essentially the blogs are there for them. Sal’s business site will be essentially ‘static content’ and so once done can be almost forgotten except for occasional maintenance.

My blogs obviously need constant updating… and the AO forum needs constant monitoring because of the odd-bods who attack it now and then. Which leaves the Skating and the Recruitment sites.

I’m fairly confident that I can get the Recruitment site functioning, up to a point. I’m not yet convinced that that ‘point’ coincides with Sal’s ‘point’ – but we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.

What I *am* more sure about is that I could develop the skating site to a standard that would make it *the* premier site for the sport… and the stopping place for anyone interested in ice skating in Australia. SO what’s stopping me? Time – pure and simple. There just aren’t enough hours in the day.

Occasionally I think I will simply ignore everything else an treat the sites as a full time job in themselves, but neither life, nor my brain, work that way. :)

Yes I’ll get on with it eventually… but it’s so frustrating sometimes not to be able to give my full attention to a task and concentrate on it properly. Flaming ADD drives me crazy. Oh… hang on! :)

So yesterday was a bit of a disaster. Today… not exactly ‘fruitful’… tomorrow?? Well tomorrow is another day… or so they say.

The father kindly sent me this to remind me what a chubby little thing I used to be… and of course remained! :)

The Author as a Young DogThere stands I with my little French beret at a jaunty angle with my camel hair coat buttoned up against the cold. Shoes polished, socks crumpled, looking like butter wouldn’t melt in my mouth. I’m not sure I’d call me ‘cute’ but I already have the peculiarly docile look on my face that has characterised me for most of my life… to date! :)

If you’re wondering, the picture is dated “31st March 1951″ I must have been just 3½ years old. Awww… I look *so* put upon doing *just* what my mommy told me to.. :)

Ahh… if only I’d known then what I know now about how little I knew, I’d have known a little more than I knew I knew… or know now!! Perhaps?

Today was a bit of a ‘curates egg all in all. For those unaware of what the hell I’m talking about, it’s a reference to an old joke about a Curate who was lodging with someone whose culinary skills were notable by their absence… i.e. she couldn’t cook.

The Curate, being a pious sort of guy and desperately inoffensive would do anything to avoid insult or conflict. Unfortunately, one day he was given a boiled egg that was probably delicious when fresh, but had deteriorated to the state it might have hatched had it not been boiled.

As he delicately was picking his way through it the landlady walked up with a smile and asked him how he found his egg. The Curate smiled, thought for a few seconds and said “Wonderful… in parts.”

That’s pretty much how my day has been ‘Wonderful… in parts”.

To be honest the ‘wonderful’ parts can only be described thus in comparison to the rest of the parts which weren’t quite so… err…. wonderful.

Getting up at 4:30 a.m. (again) was obviously not the best part of the day, but *being* at the ice-rink and seeing Zara Pasfield back at the rink. This girl (daughter of champion skater Michael Pasfield) has a great future ahead of her. She has a long way to go yet but she is very graceful and ‘fluid’ to watch and streets ahead of any of the others I’ve seen at the rink so far. Also of course watching my own child skating well was worth getting up for though, she’s not yet at the skill level of Zara! :D !

So that was mixed to begin with. From there we rushed back to collect the eldest daughter to ferry her to her Tennis Camp. Then it was another rush down to the ‘diet doctor’ to have another ‘pep talk’ and then back home. No sooner in than out. Shopping in Woolworth’s is a mixed bag too. I don’t really dislike shopping, even at supermarkets, but dragging the youngest with me and having a cold as well made it a less than pleasant experience.

From there back to Tennis Camp to collect the youngest and then home. This is where it got ‘interesting’.

For the past month or so the swimming pool has been unusable. We’ve had endless people coming and going trying various things to fix it but to no avail. We knew it was blocked, but had no idea where, or by what. Today we found out.

The guys had dug up the garden, dug up around the pool filter box, poked god knows what into the holes and eventually (no idea how) they hoicked out what was causing the problem… a small plastic ‘cup that was almost exactly the same diameter as the pipe it had blocked. I’m assuming the kids dropped it into the pool and somehow it circumvented the filter box and filter bag before finding its way to the pipe.

I say I’m assuming that because it is *such* an unlikely event it could almost have been deliberate.

Anyway, they seem to have unblocked it. They removed the pumps, hacked off lots of pipe, dug up the place wherever necessary… and used all sorts of equipment to assist them. They also say they’ll have the pool all bar fit to use by tomorrow… nice. All that’s concerning me right now is exactly how much this is going to cost us. If we end up having to shell out less than $2,000 I think we’ll be doing well.

This has to be the most expensive plastic cup ever, If ever I see that Curate I’m going to kick his shins.

Monday 14th April was the day the family sat down and accidentally tuned in to Australian Story on the ABC. I say ‘accidentally’ because we had in fact watched the program the week before when they interviewed Bob Irwin Senior. This time we sat and watched as the program related the story of beautiful 24 year old Jessica Horton (nee Disteldorf) who died as she lived facing her illness and living her life to the end with dignity.

Her story, inspiring as it was, was just heartbreaking. She had intelligence, beauty and a wonderful personality yet the disease took its toll on her, her relationships and her family and towards the end the pressure and stress she and the others were under was almost palpable.

Over the months and years she charted her own progress and that of the disease keeping a video diary. Towards the ‘end’ she emerged from her hospital room to record the following

“I’m wide awake, it’s 4am…thought I’d come out and talk for a while. Talk about, talk about dying I guess. Um, I’m dying and I don’t really like it. It’s a lot harder than I thought it would be. It’s, yeah, I guess I thought it would be nice and peaceful you know, everything around me would be serene and it’s not. You know, life goes on.”

She also constructed a website which she maintained until almost the last few days of her life which she sadly lost on March 23rd 2008, Easter Sunday, just four days before her 25th Birthday.

The website is one I’d suggest visiting if only to learn what an incredible young woman she was and how much the world has lost by her untimely passing. Jessica’s website is Dying for Beginners, and dedicated to “those who get to die young and beautiful”.

The United States of America ever the ‘land of the free’ has just rejected an appeal from Christopher Pittman against a 30 year prison term *without parole* for killing his grandparents. You might think at first glance this is a ‘reasonable’ sentence for the crime and he was lucky to escape a death penalty. However things are not as they seem.

At the time of the crime, which there is no doubt he *did* commit by the way, Chris was only 12 years old. What’s more, he had been taking Zoloft, and this antidepressant has been linked to many, many other out of character acts committed by people. I was prescribed this stuff once before I was diagnosed with Sleep Apnoea and can tell you from experience that it is *not* pleasant to take and the side effects were appalling. I have no doubt whatsoever that the underlying cause of anything this boy did while taking the drug is open to serious question!

Apart from the effects of the drugs, the way this boy was treated once in custody was nothing short of immoral. He was denied immediate legal representation, and despite his youth and the clear effects of the drugs, he was persuaded to waive his constitutional rights and confess!!

Instead of being taken immediately to a family court for a confidential hearing and creation of a treatment program… he was incarcerated for nearly 3 years before being tried as an adult!

The problem with South Carolina law is that upon being found guilty in an adult court, the mandatory 30 year minimum term was applied… so this psychiatrically disturbed little boy is going to be held for most of his life in one of the USA’s hell holes with no chance even of an early release!

If this is what the Americans call justice I’m even more pleased not to be living there.

To read more personal detail on Chris’s case you could visit his website here, or for further media information, try here.

Nobody is claiming that Chris (now aged 19) shouldn’t be punished for the crime, nor is there a suggestion he should be returned to the community, most certainly not immediately. The request is that he should be placed in a facility where he can receive proper care and rehabilitation in a supportive environment rather than spent most of his productive years languishing in an adult jail for a crime committed when he was still a small child.

On a roll as far as forgetting things go. Mothers birthdays aren’t a thing one should forget… even if she’s not aware of them passing herself!

It’s not as if I don’t *know* when it is after all… and yet not only did I mark it by forgetting her card, not an unusual event as you can tell from the post about my sisters birthday… but I also forgot to send flowers… or even a pot plant! Gawd. :(

Sorry mum… I know you wouldn’t remember either way, but *we* do, and *Dad* does and maybe that’s what really counts?

Decided to try upgrading the software at the Ice Skating site to ‘improve’ it’s capabilities… and of course screwed the entire site instead :)

Not a biggie really as it has only just been installed. I just delete everything and start over… might take and hour or two but what the hell . May as well do it. I think I’ll stick with the original version anyway pro tem, tho the new version has much better compatibility with the forum software I’d like to wrap in it.

There ya go… shouldn’t have tried to rush through it. :)

No holiday for me that’s for sure. Up at 4:30 a.m., out with wife and youngest child. Wife goes to the train station, youngest goes to skating practice.

From practice we go to the foster agency where the youngest is picked up to go see her ‘birth mother’ and I get home to the eldest… to whom I suggest for no obvious reason, that we (she – I just ‘belay’) go rock climbing. Luckily this isn’t until 11:00 a.m. so I have tome to get a cup of tea and a breakfast bar.

We’ll have to leave early because I was supposed to have had the first weigh-in for the latest Biggest Loser Competition on Saturday morning but forgot… so I can get it done today. I’ve lost hardly anything, but something is better than nothing I suppose.

From there we’re go to rock climbing where I’ll help the eldest stay safe on the walls whilst giving myself blisters and rope burns. Then it’s off to Parramatta to collect the youngest and we’ll head off to Penrith for the afternoon skating lesson.

This lesson as you know will stretch from 3:30 p.m. or so until 8:00 p.m. and we’ll arrive home somewhere around 9:00 p.m.

Ok the kids are going it as well, well at least the youngest was up at the same time, but everyone else has the chance to rest and even sleep during the day… even the wife can cat-nap on the train or bus going to and from work. Muggins here seems immune to sleep! But by criminy do I need a day or two in bed!!

Oooohh…. I used to love my relaxing mornings in bed before we had the kids. How long is it til they leave home??
:D

Picked the eldest daughter up from camp. It’s much easier getting there in daylight… and more so when you know the way!! :)

Not that she was ready when we arrived even tho everyone else *but* her had gone home. She’d gone for a bushwalk with one of the leaders so we havd to wait for 20 mins before she appeared.

I spent the time annoying the ants… jumping on the nest and running as they poured out to defend their home.

The wife says this is what boys do… and I should argue?? :D

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