Blogtoberfest 2014- Day 7 (I caught up!)



Monday:  Mosaic Monday – make a photomasiac to show and write about
Tuesday: Talkative Tuesday – tell us about yourself

Wednesday: Wordless Wednesday – post a photo and no words

Thursday:  Thankful Thursday – write about what you are thankful/grateful for, Throwback Thursday

Friday: Friends on Friday – write about another creative you admire, Flashback Friday

Saturday: Some/Six/Seven Thoughts on Saturday

Sunday:  Sunday Snippets (started by {tinniegirl}) – My week in photos… A collection of photos from your week. No need for words. Let the pictures tell your story.


Talkative Tuesday- ha ha I don’t need a second invite to talk!

Talking about me however is boring. let’s talk numbers..

Tomorrow is my 100th day “Walking with the Lord”

Saturday is my birthday.. I’ll be 47 ( I think?!!)  Yes!! (I got the calculator up and checked)  to me it’s a number, I am not and have never been one of those women who cries and mourns the passing of the years. I always say “I am 40 something” but 50 well that sounds so dignified, so when I get to THAT number BIG HUGE PARTY!! I don’t know why that number has such a pull to me it just seems “Grown up” although at 46 and 3/4’s and having three Grandchildren and Grown children, maybe I am already “grown up” but never mind 50 is the one I am striving for and once I get to 50 the counting stops and I will perpetually be “50 something” I think after 21 the only ones to celebrate are the ones with Zeros on the end. Maybe then I’ll be “60 something” and so on and so forth! So that’s Saturday, no plans it’s just another day, having said that I did go and buy myself a few books that I want to read, I do this every year for my birthday and for Christmas. I started it after a German penfriend of mine told me about her ritual.. “every time one of her three sons has a birthday, she buys herself flowers, because without her there would be no them” I really liked the idea about that, but I have too many children and so that never took off for me. So I reward myself for being born, for being a Mother, for being a Wife, being a Grandmother for being ME! and I usually don’t get things I REALLY want unless I specifically ASK for them and it kind of ruins the idea of any “surprises” so I buy them for myself. this year my favorite Christian book store was having a three-day sale, so I picked up three books that I really wanted.

Birthday Books

Birthday Books


This is the first two the third one had to be back ordered.. but it’s on its way, woo hoo! My same German penfriend I mentioned earlier told me about “Becoming myself” by Staci Eldredge and how good it was, she read it in German, so I didn’t even know if I would find it in Australia.. serendipity.. when the next week the book sale came and this was one of the “recommended” books! Plus everyone is raving about Joyce Meyer.. I am yet to read any of her books, no idea where to start so I chose this one drastically marked down!

Another number is 24- days until we go camping. I am excited about that because I have only recently began to love camping, I think this is about our 3 or 4th year (Must check with my Bloke on that number) he was of course trying to get me into camping out whole married life but with 5 kids between us and one of those with ADHD and ODD, I think a camping trip would have done me in and sent me totally over the edge of the sanity I thinly held. Now with just “Star Son” home, we decided to give it a go and so we got a tent, one of the old-fashioned Canvas type ones and packed up our poor car  to overloading, off we set. I will never forget the first trip we left early in the morning and headed North to a little Country town on the border between Victoria and New South Wales.. Swan Hill. The Bloke had a long weekend and it was Anzac Day on the Tuesday, so we did Friday till Tuesday. On the Friday morning the weather reports were not too flash and he assured me that “up North, the weather will be better” and so we went. Me and my journal documenting every second of that first monumental trip. However the closer we got, the blacker the sky got and the more worried I got.

(Back in the later 80’s maybe 1988, my then husband and I went on a camping trip to Lakes Entrance it was beautiful weather, great weekend, and so we left the tent open and went off on a day trip, it rained didn’t it? the windows were open weren’t they? the bed was drenched, the tent was flooded and we spent a very miserable night in a wet bed and went tent with wet clothes and I declared “I WILL NEVER GO CAMPING AGAIN!!”)

Fast forward to April 2010  and the sky is black so black we had to turn on the headlights. We stopped at a little town for lunch and the rain began.. boy did it begin.. we were still driving towards Swan Hill and I am getting more and more worried and finally I couldn’t stand it so I voiced my worry… “What if the rain doesn’t stop? what will we do?” my Husband ever the optimist replied “it’s ok it’s just a shower it’ll pass!” meanwhile the windscreen wipers are working flat-out, we can’t see the road in front of us, slowed down to like 40 kms an hour, the water was washing the embankment onto the road, huge muddy puddles and I am feeling very nervous!  Star Son picked up on the tension and whined about wanting to go home, he doesn’t like thunder, he hates camping, he wants to go home. I am biting my tongue and hoping not to cry. As we drove into Swan Hill I saw the Bloke taking note of the Motels and especially the ones with “Vacancy” signs. He laughed “if the worst comes to the worst we will get a motel”

And this is the truth, I kid you not.. after an hour of solid pouring rain, as we pulled into the Caravan Park, the rain slowed to a trickle. He went into reception to book a site and ask about a Onsite Cabin if the rain didn’t stop and was told “it’s only a shower it’ll pass soon” By the time he came out, there was blue sky and the rain had stopped and the birds were singing and I was thanking God for saving us. An hour later we were reaching for sunscreen and the dampness was rising in a mist of steam.. it was amazing.. the whole weekend we had temperatures in the mid 20’s to low 30’s and we went home with a sun tan! My journal still reads like a dead wish, me venting how much I hate camping even before we got there because of the rain. Camping is a fickle friend.. you can’t plan the weather, you can “try” to predict it but then even that doesn’t work.

We have since been on LOTS of camping trips, one we planned and looked at the weather and just KNEW it was going to be a wet weekend, so we adults planned ahead, packed extra clothes and planned a “mud fight” that we thought, ought to keep the kids occupied! Little did we know it keep us Adults more occupied!  There were three families so 4 kids in total and 5 adults. Sure enough it poured and poured and poured and we threw mud, we threw ourselves in the mud, we ate mud (not by choice, but when you are laughing wide-mouthed and someone turfs mud at you, you eat some!) The Adults started the Mud fight, the kids came back and saw us and almost fainted in shock, and then we all turned on the kids and started chasing them with handfuls of mud! We were camped in a National Park at Buchan Caves and  there were a few other camps around us, and a few envious blokes watching us cavorting with the kids hurling mud and laughing hysterically, and stopping to take photos.. the Mums on the other hand were dragging THEIR kids into their tents and I even heard one said “Keep away from them.. they’re crazy!”  Yes love, we might have been crazy but I wonder which families had the best weekend and which families are still laughing about “THAT dirty weekend at Buchan Caves

Cup Weekend October- Nov 2011


So yes we might be crazy, but these kids had a great time, we had a great time and we threw the clothes away, that’s why they invented showers.. Although Lisa was not allowed into the shower blocks in her section until she had hosed off under the tap ha ha.

Camping is not only for seeing new and exciting places, camping is also about making memories and starting family traditions. We have a “tradition” thanks to that very first camping trip. to Swan Hill in 2010. Every “Anzac Day” we try to visit a new place, we blend in with the locals and share their respect for the fallen diggers or a long time past. My Dad was in WW2  so I usually cry when they play “the Last Post” but who cares, we are thankful to all those brave men, and boys and even women who gave their lives for our futures. My Dad was one of the lucky ones but he is no longer with us so we go in his place!

Another year we went camping to South Australia to Glenelg, which will forever be called “Evil Cyclonic Windy City” the bloody wind was so horrific I hardly slept all night wondering if the tent would blow down and if I would waked up with the tent in a puddle on top of me.. well I did wake up, “Tamara” tent was still standing as we had left her, when we came out into the sunny morning, all around us were a sea of flattened tents, people had slept int heir cars or just packed up and left. We had only one slightly bent tent-peg but no damage. It was then I gained a lot of respect for Southern Cross tents!

We have since upgraded to a Station wagon, towing a trailer with all our camping gear in it. “Star Son” now has his own tent and his own little escape from annoying parents. In 2012 we did the half Lap of Australia, with our set up, and got chatting to one man at a caravan park in the middle of the desert at a little town (hardly a town!) called Mataranka, and he asked “are you the folks travelling with the “Matilda rig” I agreed yes that is us.. he said “mighty nice looking rig!” I agree we don’t go “camping” anymore we go “GLAMPing” The Bloke has got what he needs and I have added a bit of comfort.. like a Kitchen!!

So he added a “toilet’ and as we go we add more, we added solar panels so we can go off the beaten track. Now The Bloke has added a roof rack to “Matilda” so that we can carry extras, like fire wood and a flat packed firepit.. life is getting better all the time, our next HUGE adventure is across to Western Australia in 2015 for the other half of the Big Lap. In the meantime, there will be a few smaller trips locally!



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