erika_sanely: (Green thumb)
She is still growing like a growing thing. I no longer fear for my life, but that is only because I have been feeding her compost and watering her. (Hey, it's either I feed her plant food, or she eats me. At least I'm not feeding her people.)

It also looks like she may now have seven - 7 - actual pumpkins on her vines. I'm assuming at least seven, as there are areas of her that I am only able to reach with a machete, elephants and a jet-pack.
erika_sanely: (Iris)
Self, I know you don't like housework. So, next time when you plan to re-organise the linen cupboard, please make sure that you don't have other plans for the day. It's now 11pm, and all you've managed to do with the linen cupboard is pull everything out, meet up with friends for lunch, do one shelf of the linen cupboard and go over to another friends house for dinner.

You've got a lot of work to do tomorrow just to get it to the stage where it no longer looks like someone broke in and trashed it, let alone actually doing any cleaning.

Self - what were you thinking.
erika_sanely: (Easily Amused)
So I finally worked out how to get photos from my phone to my computer (I'm feeling very accomplished today.)

Allow me to introduce you to Audrey. She's a pumpkin vine I planted in early November. November 2011. )
erika_sanely: (Allure)
Just a fly by post to say Hi and everything is going well in my life, but am very busy doing grown-up things like gardening. (Why does no one tell you how satisfying gardening is?? It's awesome!)

This Friday I'm off on a girls weekend to MElbourne, where we shall be seeing The Taming of the Shrew in the Botanical gardens on Saturday night (we will be eating takeaway Thai, sinful chocolate cake and drinking Moet) and on the Sunday it's off to a winery to see Chris Isaak perform. It may possibly be the greatest girls weekend/birthday ever.
erika_sanely: (Allure)
Just a fly by post to say Hi and everything is going well in my life, but am very busy doing grown-up things like gardening. (Why does no one tell you how satisfying gardening is?? It's awesome!)

This Friday I'm off on a girls weekend to MElbourne, where we shall be seeing The Taming of the Shrew in the Botanical gardens on Saturday night (we will be eating takeaway Thai, sinful chocolate cake and drinking Moet) and on the Sunday it's off to a winery to see Chris Isaak perform. It may possibly be the greatest girls weekend/birthday ever.
erika_sanely: (Lucy)
After googling "Australian pine cone scale lizard", it looks like we have a match for my invader yesterday.

Elmoe is in fact an Eastern Shingleback, from the blue tongue lizard/skink family. The Eastern Shingleback are in fact the largest of the Shinglebacks. (How lucky am I?!?!) And even better than that, shinglebacks are EXTREMELY monogomous and therefore there is a very good chance that its mate is close as well. They breed in the spring. There may be another one laying around in wait with two young'uns ready to pounce.

I may never leave the house again. Which is a shame, as all my work clothes are on the clothes line in the backyard.

On the plus side, he/she/it isn't poisionous, and is mostly a herbivore though they will eat insects and stuff. But still, it's not something I would want to see in my house. Ever. Again.
erika_sanely: (Lucy)
After googling "Australian pine cone scale lizard", it looks like we have a match for my invader yesterday.

Elmoe is in fact an Eastern Shingleback, from the blue tongue lizard/skink family. The Eastern Shingleback are in fact the largest of the Shinglebacks. (How lucky am I?!?!) And even better than that, shinglebacks are EXTREMELY monogomous and therefore there is a very good chance that its mate is close as well. They breed in the spring. There may be another one laying around in wait with two young'uns ready to pounce.

I may never leave the house again. Which is a shame, as all my work clothes are on the clothes line in the backyard.

On the plus side, he/she/it isn't poisionous, and is mostly a herbivore though they will eat insects and stuff. But still, it's not something I would want to see in my house. Ever. Again.
erika_sanely: (Nan)
The unpacking of the house is going great guns, thogh I am sure that the boxes are breeding behind my back. I had finished unpacking the kitchen, and the next day I went out to the garage to grab another box to unpack. And what did I find but FOUR more kitchen boxes. FOUR! The day before there was none! The kitchen was completed I tell you!! At last count there was still about 10 - 15 boxes to go. Of course, I don't unpack when I'm working, so if they are breeding there's a good chance that there will be about 30 to unpack by Tuesday.

I have found a lot of things I've doubled (and even tripled) up on, so I see a garage sale in my near future.

One thing I did unpack that I was excited to find was my tool box. It's an IKEA tool box that has the bare minimum in it. One hammer, a pair of pliers, a spanner, and a screwdriver with interchangable heads. So I can now start to do small stuff around the house! Yay!

When I first moved in, I didn't get enough keys. I got one front door key, and four screen door keys. I didn't get a key for the back door, a key to the tilt-up garage door, or a key for the garage. This worried me somewhat, as they house had been through the family I bought it off. The lady's parents, sister and brother had all owned the house at some stage, so there should by rights be a hell of a lot more keys than one front door key. So, last weekend I hopped into my car, and went down to the local hardware store. I bought three new lockable door knobs, with two of them having the same key type so the front and back door are the same. And with my trusty toolkit I spent an afternoon changing the locks.

My parents came over for a visit, and Dad was pleasantly impressed by my handiwork. I had told them that I'd changed the door knobs, and by the sound of it, Dad was thinking I'd done a ballsup of a job. But he went around all the doors and tested the locks, and deemed them worthy. He thought one may have been dogdy, but it wasn't. Not only had a done the doors, but the week before Mum and Dad had bought me a five shelf cupboard thingy, and I had put that together as well. (That though took 5 hours, a lot of swearing, some mild violence towards the shelving and a longish break because if I didn't take a break I was going to smoke and entire carton of smokes. To hell with being an ex-smoker! The shelves were going to make me smoke!!!!) Both jobs impressed the pants off the oldies.

Y'see, the original parent-approved plan was for me to pay someone to put the locks in. I thought to myself that I'd try the garage door lock myself, and if it was easy I'd save myself some money and do it myself. It was, so I did. All up the locks cost me $75. I can only imagine what it would have cost to get someone in to do it.

So yes. I'm feeling rather clever and proud of myself at the moment. I'm slightly disappointed that my parents were surprised at my handiman-ness, but not surprised. My father is very anti-handiman (having lived in a house that was renovated by a handiman who didn't know what they were doing.) Dad won't even put picture hooks in the wall; he gets the builder who lives next door to come over and do it for him. I know my limits, and screwing things into existing holes isn't hard. I shall, however, never ever own a drill. Because that would be asking for trouble.
erika_sanely: (Nan)
The unpacking of the house is going great guns, thogh I am sure that the boxes are breeding behind my back. I had finished unpacking the kitchen, and the next day I went out to the garage to grab another box to unpack. And what did I find but FOUR more kitchen boxes. FOUR! The day before there was none! The kitchen was completed I tell you!! At last count there was still about 10 - 15 boxes to go. Of course, I don't unpack when I'm working, so if they are breeding there's a good chance that there will be about 30 to unpack by Tuesday.

I have found a lot of things I've doubled (and even tripled) up on, so I see a garage sale in my near future.

One thing I did unpack that I was excited to find was my tool box. It's an IKEA tool box that has the bare minimum in it. One hammer, a pair of pliers, a spanner, and a screwdriver with interchangable heads. So I can now start to do small stuff around the house! Yay!

When I first moved in, I didn't get enough keys. I got one front door key, and four screen door keys. I didn't get a key for the back door, a key to the tilt-up garage door, or a key for the garage. This worried me somewhat, as they house had been through the family I bought it off. The lady's parents, sister and brother had all owned the house at some stage, so there should by rights be a hell of a lot more keys than one front door key. So, last weekend I hopped into my car, and went down to the local hardware store. I bought three new lockable door knobs, with two of them having the same key type so the front and back door are the same. And with my trusty toolkit I spent an afternoon changing the locks.

My parents came over for a visit, and Dad was pleasantly impressed by my handiwork. I had told them that I'd changed the door knobs, and by the sound of it, Dad was thinking I'd done a ballsup of a job. But he went around all the doors and tested the locks, and deemed them worthy. He thought one may have been dogdy, but it wasn't. Not only had a done the doors, but the week before Mum and Dad had bought me a five shelf cupboard thingy, and I had put that together as well. (That though took 5 hours, a lot of swearing, some mild violence towards the shelving and a longish break because if I didn't take a break I was going to smoke and entire carton of smokes. To hell with being an ex-smoker! The shelves were going to make me smoke!!!!) Both jobs impressed the pants off the oldies.

Y'see, the original parent-approved plan was for me to pay someone to put the locks in. I thought to myself that I'd try the garage door lock myself, and if it was easy I'd save myself some money and do it myself. It was, so I did. All up the locks cost me $75. I can only imagine what it would have cost to get someone in to do it.

So yes. I'm feeling rather clever and proud of myself at the moment. I'm slightly disappointed that my parents were surprised at my handiman-ness, but not surprised. My father is very anti-handiman (having lived in a house that was renovated by a handiman who didn't know what they were doing.) Dad won't even put picture hooks in the wall; he gets the builder who lives next door to come over and do it for him. I know my limits, and screwing things into existing holes isn't hard. I shall, however, never ever own a drill. Because that would be asking for trouble.
erika_sanely: (Default)
I am officially moved into my new home! My parents and the movers came over yesterday morning, and since I had done a heap of box moving, it only took an hour and a half to get everything from the old crappy house to my new mortgage. (I couldn't sleep, so I got up at 0330am, and moved a heap of stuff before everyone showed up at 0830. As you can imagine, I crashed last night.)

Only thing is I can't get my TV tuned in. Which, wouldn't bother me but I am addicted to The Australian Biggest Loser, but my stereo is off getting repaired.

The boys seem to be handling the move alright so far. I only have one cat carrier, and so I could only grab one at a time. After the movers left, I went back to the old house, and Owen came right up to me. So I grabbed him, and took him to the new place.

The new house has an outside room, especailly for parties and the like, so I've set it up as the cat's room. Complete with their own lounge, as I am whipped. Not really, I had an old lounge, and I've found that they love the old one so much that they'll only use that one as a scratching post instead of my good ones. Plus, the old lounge had been in storage for about 6 years. It looks only good enough for pets. Owen has been hiding behind the seat cushions ever since I put him in there. On a positive note, he is letting me pet him, so there's hope for him yet.

It took me 6 hours to catch Marley, and put him in the room with Owen. The boys have never been apart for that long, so I think that that has contributed a lot to Owen being so fearful.

And that's that. Photos to follow once I've worked out which box I've packed the camera in.
erika_sanely: (Default)
I am officially moved into my new home! My parents and the movers came over yesterday morning, and since I had done a heap of box moving, it only took an hour and a half to get everything from the old crappy house to my new mortgage. (I couldn't sleep, so I got up at 0330am, and moved a heap of stuff before everyone showed up at 0830. As you can imagine, I crashed last night.)

Only thing is I can't get my TV tuned in. Which, wouldn't bother me but I am addicted to The Australian Biggest Loser, but my stereo is off getting repaired.

The boys seem to be handling the move alright so far. I only have one cat carrier, and so I could only grab one at a time. After the movers left, I went back to the old house, and Owen came right up to me. So I grabbed him, and took him to the new place.

The new house has an outside room, especailly for parties and the like, so I've set it up as the cat's room. Complete with their own lounge, as I am whipped. Not really, I had an old lounge, and I've found that they love the old one so much that they'll only use that one as a scratching post instead of my good ones. Plus, the old lounge had been in storage for about 6 years. It looks only good enough for pets. Owen has been hiding behind the seat cushions ever since I put him in there. On a positive note, he is letting me pet him, so there's hope for him yet.

It took me 6 hours to catch Marley, and put him in the room with Owen. The boys have never been apart for that long, so I think that that has contributed a lot to Owen being so fearful.

And that's that. Photos to follow once I've worked out which box I've packed the camera in.
erika_sanely: (YAY)
I just got off the phone. My loan for a house has been conditionally approved. After an evaluator has had a looksee at the house, I will be able to have a building and pest inspection and then give people lots of money.

I am excited. And scared of being in debt. But mostly excited.
erika_sanely: (YAY)
I just got off the phone. My loan for a house has been conditionally approved. After an evaluator has had a looksee at the house, I will be able to have a building and pest inspection and then give people lots of money.

I am excited. And scared of being in debt. But mostly excited.
erika_sanely: (Wash is a leaf)
I went house-hunting today, and I think I found my perfect house.

So, I have applied for a loan, and now have my fingers crossed. I should know by next week if I can have the money, and then I can make an offer.

Sweet Jesus, what have done??
erika_sanely: (Wash is a leaf)
I went house-hunting today, and I think I found my perfect house.

So, I have applied for a loan, and now have my fingers crossed. I should know by next week if I can have the money, and then I can make an offer.

Sweet Jesus, what have done??
erika_sanely: (Default)
Yesterday I went down to the real estate office to make an appointment for next week to have a look at some houses.

For I am planning on buying a house.

Menatally, the idea of buying a house and having a bank loan to pay off for the next 30 years freaks me out somewhat. However, I am sick of living in rented places. For the last month or so I have had this urge to .... well, potter would be the best way to describe it. I want to plant a herb garden, and have pots in my garden. Heck, I want a garden that I'd care about watering. (Of course, I have issues with watering gardens when we're in the middle of a drought, and thus at the moment I bucket out the water in my bath for the garden, but that is beside the point.)

I'm ready. So, next week my parents are coing over and we're going to look at about 6 houses that I like the look of, and can afford. And whilst I've been having grown-up moments, I went to a bank to get a hypothetical I what I could borrow, and have set my spending limit 20 grand below that. I figure while it would be nice to have a house, it would also be nice to have a life at the same time.
erika_sanely: (Default)
Yesterday I went down to the real estate office to make an appointment for next week to have a look at some houses.

For I am planning on buying a house.

Menatally, the idea of buying a house and having a bank loan to pay off for the next 30 years freaks me out somewhat. However, I am sick of living in rented places. For the last month or so I have had this urge to .... well, potter would be the best way to describe it. I want to plant a herb garden, and have pots in my garden. Heck, I want a garden that I'd care about watering. (Of course, I have issues with watering gardens when we're in the middle of a drought, and thus at the moment I bucket out the water in my bath for the garden, but that is beside the point.)

I'm ready. So, next week my parents are coing over and we're going to look at about 6 houses that I like the look of, and can afford. And whilst I've been having grown-up moments, I went to a bank to get a hypothetical I what I could borrow, and have set my spending limit 20 grand below that. I figure while it would be nice to have a house, it would also be nice to have a life at the same time.

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