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Gung Hei Fat Choy*

So apparently I can post every day for a month but thereafter? Not much at all.

Resolutionary:

1. Do more stuff.

The girls came back last night from a holiday on the Gold Coast. They came bearing gifts:

1. A Sylvester toy from Movieworld.

2. Bohemian soap and Flosty Gritter from Lush.

3. Rosamor perfume by Oscar de la Renta.

There was a proud moment as I realised that in shopping terms, I have nothing more to teach them.

* I realise it is not yet Chinese New Year. I just like the way Gung Hei Fat Choy rolls off the tongue. Or keyboard.

It's not my party but I'll cry if I want to anyway because omg where am I going to put all the children?

Tomorrow after school approximately 15 children are expected to show up at our house for Quin and Tabitha's joint birthday party. Because their birthdays are both over the school holiday period, we usually have parties before school ends, otherwise everyone's at the beach, and there is no greater reason for feeling ripped off than when no one can come to your birthday party. Trust me. My birthday's 29 December. Oh no wait, there is a greater reason for feeling ripped off -- it's when your aunties and uncles give you one present on Christmas day and say "and that's for your birthday as well". Oh god, it's all coming back to me now. I can distinctly remember the day I realised -- it must have been the Christmas of 1975 -- that if my birthday was in November like my sister's, or August like my brother's, I'd actually get two presents per year per aunt and uncle. I had been robbed.

Anyway, back to the present. As in the here and now, not the gift. Tomorrow we are having this birthday party and where we are living is the perfect place for kids parties because of y'know, all the outdoors and stuff, and I have this huge list of games like dress-up relay, feed the monster, wrap your partner up in toilet paper (I know! We are crazy) etc etc. Then I woke up this morning to the sound of cyclone-y speed winds blowing the living daylights out of the outdoor sail.  So I checked the weather report and sure enough, the winds will continue over the weekend, but wait, there's more! There are showers forecasted for Friday and Saturday.

While I have plenty of space for millions of children outside, I have space inside for approximately 2.3 children. So I'm thinking maybe we'll play sardines?

Deck the Halls

Okay, don't shoot me. I know it's November. Still.

But I'm looking forward to Christmas.

November is my busiest month. That is why I like to take on challenges like NaNoWriMo (since ditched) and NaBloPoMo (still going!) because there's nothing like a little over-commitment to keep the adrenalin pumping.

November is when my students sit their exams and hand in final papers and they all need to be marked by this Friday in the case of the exams, and the following Friday in the case of the written papers.  Plus there was the jazz concert and the violin recital and also there is grass to cut, children to feed, goats to chase, and cats to molly-coddle.  Where was I going with this? Oh yeah, roll on Christmas.

I realise the sentiment is offensive to most (my mother, for example, for whom Christmas is always a self-imposed deadline for getting things done, things which conceivably could wait until January, and who every year announces that, because of this deadline, she is "not going to any trouble this Christmas", which perhaps would have more weight if she had been to any trouble since 1972, but again I digress) so I apologise for willing the rest of the year away, but I'm just really, really tired.

And having posted something today (it's words, innit? I'm still in the running, baby!) it's back to marking.