Zombeavers, Ringtail Possum & Budgerigars, Oh My!
It's been a busy and interesting week so far.
Every Saturday night BFF the Blonde Bombshell comes over for dinner and a movie.
If we aren't accompanied by PWP (people with penises aka our Significant Others) we watch gorgeous old classic musicals and comedies such as Singing in the Rain, Oklahoma, Calamity Jane or anything with the completely adorable Shirley Temple. Or the other old beauties such as An Affair to Remember or Rebel Without a Cause (OMG that was a great movie!).
The Blonde Bombshell and I grab a couch each after dinner and the kids have been put into bed, pull out our crochet, drink the wine, chomp on whatever new type of chocolate indulgence we have and drift into movie heaven.
TBB has also started up a new movie review blog (after being absent from movie blogness for a few years). And I set her a challenge. A movie review challenge!
She was not happy with my choice. She bemoaned the lost 90 minutes of her life. She typed furiously on her laptop the whole time in between scoffing Chocolate Pods. She exclaimed several times throughout the movie, "Oh dear God! Are you kidding me?"
And what was the movie? I hear you ask!
Zombeavers.
Yes. There are not only Zombeavers. There are also Zombeaver People, Zombeaver Bears, Zombeaver Dogs and Zombeaver Bees, some unnecessary boobs and a creepy old hunter.
For Miss Emma's review pop over here. But just in case you were thinking of watching it and don't want to know the ending, it's FULL of spoilers from start to finish! Hilarious reading though.
My favourite part was the song at the end credits. Think Tony Bennett style lounge music. But as a song about Zombeavers.
Later that night after the PWP went off to bed, the Blonde Bombshell and I went outside to sit by the fire with warming mugs of Irish Breakfast Tea, toast marshmallows and discuss the weeks events as we do. And we were joined some local wildlife....
Isnt he cute? He's a little Ringtail Possum who sometimes visits but we rarely get the chance to see him. He was later joined by another Ringtail, but he didn't want to share the pears.
I've also had fun trying to get my newly 6 year old Sonofagun No.2 to understand the concept of time.
Sonofagun No. 2: can I have ice cream?
Red Haired Amazona in mother mode: After you've finished your shower.
Sonofagun No. 2: Awww! but how long will that take?
RHAIMM: 5 Minutes
Sonofagun No.2: how many minutes is 5 minutes?
RHAIMM: 5
Sonofagun No.2: No. I mean how many MINUTES??
RHAIMM: five minutes
Sonofagun No.2: No, you're not listening to me. HOW MANY MINUTES? ???
RHAIMM: 300 seconds.
Sonofagun No.2 WAILS: But that will take SO LONG!
Sadly my crochet has been put aside for a few days while I recover from some self inflicted arm business. ..
Every Saturday night BFF the Blonde Bombshell comes over for dinner and a movie.
If we aren't accompanied by PWP (people with penises aka our Significant Others) we watch gorgeous old classic musicals and comedies such as Singing in the Rain, Oklahoma, Calamity Jane or anything with the completely adorable Shirley Temple. Or the other old beauties such as An Affair to Remember or Rebel Without a Cause (OMG that was a great movie!).
The Blonde Bombshell and I grab a couch each after dinner and the kids have been put into bed, pull out our crochet, drink the wine, chomp on whatever new type of chocolate indulgence we have and drift into movie heaven.
TBB has also started up a new movie review blog (after being absent from movie blogness for a few years). And I set her a challenge. A movie review challenge!
She was not happy with my choice. She bemoaned the lost 90 minutes of her life. She typed furiously on her laptop the whole time in between scoffing Chocolate Pods. She exclaimed several times throughout the movie, "Oh dear God! Are you kidding me?"
And what was the movie? I hear you ask!
Zombeavers.
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| Yes. Zombeavers. It's a long way from Xanadu. |
Yes. There are not only Zombeavers. There are also Zombeaver People, Zombeaver Bears, Zombeaver Dogs and Zombeaver Bees, some unnecessary boobs and a creepy old hunter.
For Miss Emma's review pop over here. But just in case you were thinking of watching it and don't want to know the ending, it's FULL of spoilers from start to finish! Hilarious reading though.
My favourite part was the song at the end credits. Think Tony Bennett style lounge music. But as a song about Zombeavers.
Later that night after the PWP went off to bed, the Blonde Bombshell and I went outside to sit by the fire with warming mugs of Irish Breakfast Tea, toast marshmallows and discuss the weeks events as we do. And we were joined some local wildlife....
Isnt he cute? He's a little Ringtail Possum who sometimes visits but we rarely get the chance to see him. He was later joined by another Ringtail, but he didn't want to share the pears.
I've also had fun trying to get my newly 6 year old Sonofagun No.2 to understand the concept of time.
Sonofagun No. 2: can I have ice cream?
Red Haired Amazona in mother mode: After you've finished your shower.
Sonofagun No. 2: Awww! but how long will that take?
RHAIMM: 5 Minutes
Sonofagun No.2: how many minutes is 5 minutes?
RHAIMM: 5
Sonofagun No.2: No. I mean how many MINUTES??
RHAIMM: five minutes
Sonofagun No.2: No, you're not listening to me. HOW MANY MINUTES? ???
RHAIMM: 300 seconds.
Sonofagun No.2 WAILS: But that will take SO LONG!
Sadly my crochet has been put aside for a few days while I recover from some self inflicted arm business. ..
This was courtesy of the incredibly talented Miss Billie Fiction of Artisan Tattoo in Altona. It's waaay bigger than I planned. But I do like birds. I have a few little nicknacky type birds around. Ok, enough that's it's almost bordering on obsession.
But I kind of try to curate my collection so the house doesn't feel like that Hitchcock movie.
I do have one real live feathered companion. Axel is a gender confused budgerigar. In this photo his cere (the bit above his beak) looks brown but actually it's the same light pink colour as baby budgies. The only thing is Axel is 5 years old.
If anyone can shed light on why this is so, I'd love to hear it. We had kind of referred to Axel as He. He/ she could be asexual and that's ok too. But from the way he/she sometimes expresses his/her budgie lurve for the other budgie in his/her mirror... well let's leave it at that. Sorry guys. Didn't mean to drag your minds down into the budgie gutter.
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| Axel does budgie face. I do duck face. Axel didn't understand why I couldn't do budgie face. |
I'm currently at home today with a sick Sonofagun No.1 but after a bit of cleaning I'll probably be on Pinterest trying to get inspiration for my next project. I do have a knitted scarf that needs finishing but yarn stuff will have to wait a day or so until my arm feels less bruised.
I'd love to say a huge hello and thank you to all the lovely visitors to my blog over the last month. Over 40,000 of you from 109 countries have popped by to visit just since the end of February!
40,000!!
40,213 up to this very minute to be precise!
I've had lots of lovely comments and wonderful photos sent to me. I've met some amazing Blog Land people who have been inspiring and helpful particularly with a certain piece of crochet whom shall not be named but we know who you are hat thingo.
Alot of you have had issues with the brim of that hat. I totes understand. The first hat or two I did turned out beautifully and only needed to be smoothed out by hand, then sat nicely. Then I was getting feedback from some people who've mentioned it comes out all wobbly.
The lovely and super talented Vicki from Off the Hook and I have been emailing each other about this across the continents and hopefully soon one of us or both of us will iron out the issues.
The pattern I posted is as close to what I believe the original pattern can be. I don't speak or read Russian.
The way I figured out the pattern relied heavily on the photographs but also when I wasn't sure what was happening (particularly with the brim) I studied the translated words and how they also looked in their original Russian form and compared with how they were used elsewhere. That's kind of how I taught myself the Runes from The Hobbit when I was 13 years old!
We will let you know how we go hopefully soon!
xox
Louise
The Red Haired Amazona
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