14 posts tagged “lloyd”
So this is Lloyds toe
He tells me it doesn't hurt at all and I can put my finger in there and have a poke around if I want.
A nice offer I know, but I've managed to resist so far.
I've been reading this banter on the internet between Lloyd and Kimba and their friends about his manky toe for about a month but I hadn't seen it. And since I knew he was coming home today I sent him a message saying - I do not want to see your toe. But he sent one back saying that it was my duty as a mother to look at it and suggest appropriate medical care.
Well, I said once I saw it, I think its all a bit late for that. But we'll go to the chemist and see if that last bit of nail needs to come off. She told us the new nail coming through will just push that out of the way.
Apparently when the nail came off Chicken Little tried to eat it.
If you could have personally witnessed one event in history, which one would you want to have seen?
I would want to have seen the one I witnessed today!!
The day we won the AFL Black Diamond Grand Final.
Not me personally, but Lloyd played in it, and if your children participate in a sporting event, it feels as if you've played the game yourself.
This morning I had the sick tummy. When we got there and sat down, I couldn't take a photo because my hands were shaking.
I did manage to get a shot of the bar though. Because it was pretty cool. And rowdy by the end of the day. Daz wants to hire it for a party. That top level was packed by 2pm.
And it was hot. 30 degrees. So the boys were running around for almost two hours in that heat.
So they ran out and had the pre game huddle like they always do.
The ball sat waiting for kickoff
And the mascot did... whatever mascots do. Which seemed to be run around and get chased by small children. Nice socks.
Half time came and it looked grim. We were losing 59 to 24. The coach would have been yelling, because he tends to go ballistic in that situation.
There was a brief moment of panic when I saw one of our guys fall down and I said - OH NO, HIS LEGS GONE. And poor Daz jumped up and started running off because he thought I was talking about Lloyd. Thats because Lloyd has something called myositis ossificans. That means that he has torn his thigh muscle almost in half and now it has a bone growing in it. Thats why he shouldn't have played. But they strapped him up and he did. Even though he wasn't supposed to play for three months. But as I said, he's a 19 year old young man who must make his own decisions about these things.
So when I saw this happening I was a little concerned
But it was all good. And it was pretty cool how they had that physiotherapist come and rub them all down.
And can you believe that just when the final bell went, the other team were leading by 5, and our man had just caught the ball and he had to kick the goal to win the game. No pressure on him. And he kicked it.
And they were joyous
And they recieved medals
And they sang loudly
And it was a good day.
And I had my first dose of sunburn for the summer.
And I just found this on top of my washing machine.
When I was a kid, and through my teenage years I did a lot of running. Sprinting. And my mother used to drive me around to these carnivals and when it was getting close to race time she'd start on about me going to the toilet. She'd ask me about ten times - do you have to go to the toilet? And I'd always say, no. Then right when we were in the marshalling area I'd say - I have to go to the toilet and she'd say, in an exasperated voice, well its too late now!
We did that for years.
And today I have the same nervous tummy, but its on behalf of my son. Today he is playing in the AFL grand final. And he's playing against doctors orders and against mothers orders because he has had a badly torn thigh muscle. But when I told him he was being ridiculous to risk it by playing he told me he was being a 19 year old boy who wanted to play in his grand final.
So I said I wasn't going to go and watch because I didn't want to see him get hurt or disappointed or carried off on a stretcher. And I said that if I went that would mean I condoned what he was doing. And Daz said that was ok because Hazim el Mazri's mum only ever went to two of his games because she didn't want to see him get hurt.
But when I woke up this morning I knew I just have to go. I can't sit here and not know whats going on there. I'd be ringing Daz every five minutes. So fingers crossed that it all goes well, the muscle hangs in there, he plays brilliantly and they win the comp.
Bloody kids.
I think I have to do a nervous poo.
50 - 56
The foreshore on a lovely, I was going to say Spring morning, but its still winter. Ridiculous really, its already hot and I'm dreading summer. Except the bit when I'm in Thailand.
Me
Me again, with Lloyd - its not snowing
Creepy man who was staring at me. Like a stalker. But he had nice arms. Good for strangling small blondes I bet.
Beautiful daughter Kimba
Me again, and Lloyd again, and the cranky teenage girl who won't have her photo taken.
Betty's schnozzle. She's a funny girl. She's so used to me poking about with the camera she doesn't even move when I'm that close. At first she'd want to lick and jump and be stupid. But now she's lost interest in the whole thing.
Oops, forgot to post my photos last week. Lucky Candy is on a road trip so won't know.
So, we're up to 36 - 43
These are some very annoying seeds that hang from our next door neighbours palm tree over our fence. They drop into our yard then when you run over them with the lawn mower they shoot out like bullets. They're up too high to reach though. I need some of those extending snippers. Oh, and bats love them as well. So we have bats come and fight in the tree at night.
This is not a Bratz doll, but something like it that I can't remember the name of. I found her when I was packing up some toys. Lizzie cleaned out her room and gave me about 1000 dolls and toys that are not to be thrown away but not to be kept in her room. So I was having a look through. This one looks like Daz's sister. Except she's not plastic.
This is my bastard holder. Not the bastard known as Daz, my bastard file I file tiles with. It always feels a bit funny going into the shop and asking for a bastard.
This was at Ettalong Beach. But we had Indian. Daz had his so hot he went blind for a minute.
This is Lloyd playing AFL. He's the ruckman. He's the one in red in the middle about to hurt that guy. The umpire throws the ball up and they have to jump and try to hit it to their team.
This was taken at my mothers house and obviously there is one very un australian person inside.
And here is Lloyd again. Warming up. I suggested to him that maybe he should be doing pole vaulting or high jump instead of AFL.
Lizzie is taking a course of antibiotics. She doesn't remember to take them unless I constantly nag her to do so. I was going to bed and knew she had one more to take before she went to bed so I put it on a plate and wrote on it Take Me and left it on the kitchen bench so she'd see it. But then I thought I'd better add not daz, because he was out watching the football, having a few drinks, and I thought he might come home and think I'd left him out an ecstasy pill, or something.
Not that I do that mind you. But you never know what goes through peoples minds after a few drinks.
Then Lloyd came home from football training and he said - that wasn't for me was it? Well why would it be I said - bloody hell, do I have to add your name to the nots as well. It's like an experiment - leave a pill on a plate, write take me, and see which fool does.
By the way I took this photo for the 365 group that Candy has started. You know the one where you have to take a photo every day for 365 days. It's bloody hard work and I'm only up to day 4. Especially for someone like myself who doesn't leave the house much. Expect to see a lot of sandwiches.
So there you go Raymond - not viagra.
Can anyone join the group Candy - or do you have to invite them?
We love our football here in Australia. And even though we have world class athletes in just about every sport, it's all about football.
And there are a few different games.
There's AFL which is really only played in Australia on a competitive level, rugby league which is huge in NSW, QLD, New Zealand, England and a few other places, there's ruby union which is played worldwide and football (soccer) which is huge everywhere. Except here actually. It's becoming more popular but all our good players always go overseas to play. They still pull big crowds here though.
So Lloyd plays AFL. Here he is in the red and white. He's the ruckman. The ref bounces the ball and the ruckmen have to jump and try to hit it to a team member. Then you run and kick and bounce until you get to your goal where someone hopefully kicks it through.
He bought the white boots the other day because they match his red and white outfit better than the old black ones. He was a little disappointed about having to use black electrical tape around them, so you can imagine how thrilled he was when I told him you can get red tape.
He was voted players player again yesterday which is always nice. They have a vote after the game. Then they go to the pub and the players player gets a mug of beer that never ends. So they start them off young. Then wonder why every weekend there's a story in the paper about a football player in trouble for some drunken episode. Because our football players are always involved in some sort of scandal.
When he came home last night I tsk tsk'd and said - next thing we know you'll be in the paper involved in a sex scandal. But he didn't drink too much because he's going to jump out of a plane this morning. Don't need a hangover doing that.
They won the game. Only lost one this year.
oh, if you're not australian you probably don't know the Up There Cazaly song. Huge here in the 70's. Written about a ruckman Roy Cazaly who played back in the 20's.
Well you work to earn a living
But on weekends comes the time
You can do what ever turns you on
Get out and clear your mind
Me, I like football
And there's a lot of things around
But when you line 'em up together
The footy wins hands down
Up there cazaly, in there and fight
Out there and at 'em, show 'em your might
Up there cazaly, don't let 'em in
Fly like an angel, you're out there to win
Now there's a lot more things to football
That really meets the eye
There are days when you could give it up
There are days when you could fly
You either love or hate it
Depending on the score
But when your team run out or they kick a goal
How's the mighty roar (hooray, hooray)
Up there cazaly, in there and fight
Out there and at 'em, show 'em your might
Up there cazaly, don't let 'em in
Fly like an angel, you're out there to win
Up there cazaly, you're out there to win
In there and at 'em, don't let 'em in
Up there cazaly, show 'em you're high
Fight like the devil, the crowds on your side
Well I'm back, and I'm 45. Which actually doesn't feel much different than 44 did.
Thanks to everyone for the birthday wishes - much appreciated.
I am only slightly sunburnt. That bit in the centre of your back that you can't reach. You sort of get sunburnt with scraggly finger marks on you.
We went with Jem and her crew because her husbands birthday is today and my husbands birthday is tomorrow, so we try to make a weekend out of it each year.
This is the beach we were at, it's good for kids. We were at the central coast (about an hours drive south of Sydney).
Now I know it looks like you have to swim half way to China to get some water past your knees, but when they take a couple of more steps they'll be in over their heads. Drops away very suddenly to deep water.
Here I am with Lloyd. Who has turned into some kind of camera slut. He just can't have enough photos taken of himself. A couple of Jems gang in the background.
Then we went to the pub for lunch. Where several people walked past and said - Do you own that little boy out there?
Thats Jems son, he was wet and cold so we told him to go out and sit in the sun to warm up. But we were told that The Bar Staff said he couldn't sit there on his own. Well he wasn't really sitting, but we could see him and he wasn't running around. Actually the way she said it we thought she said The Master said he couldn't lie out there. But we went and joined him anyway.
Then I don't know what we did. But we went out for dinner that night at the Club. Here I am with Lizzie ready to roll.
And here is Lloyds pizza. It was called the Outback Meatlovers. But when I was reading the menu I thought it said Outback Leftovers. Thought it was some kind of roadkill diner we were in.
And to wash it down, some slushies. I think they were blue lagoon, margarita and fruit tingle. Mine was the margarita, I always try to go for the least colourful drink - not so sweet. They weren't bad actually, except there were a few brain freezes.
Then we ended the night on cake.
The next night we had curry for dinner. Daz tried to be a smarty pants and ordered his curry extra hot. This is him when he was eating his dinner. After he went blind.
Kimba couldn't come with us this year. She had to stay home and look after Chicken Little. Seen here realxing upside down on the lounge.
So its out for dinner again tonight, then dinner party here tomorrow night, then we're all done and dusted for another year.
Thank god I don't have to wait around on christmas eve anymore for Santa to come. That was so exhausting. The kids were never able to get to sleep due to the santa excitement factor and I'd be delirious with tiredness by the time they went to sleep. Then you'd have to wait until you were sure they were really asleep. I can assure you, creeping around a dark house with his arms full of toys, and doing it quietly, is not one of my husbands greatest abilities.
One year we decided Santa would bring a swing set. We were like dumb and dumber out in the backyard at 2am christmas morning building that thing.
But Santa always made it, which is more than I can say for the easter bunny.
One year I was waiting for the kids to go to bed. They were amped up by a couple of solid days of chocolate eating and showing no signs of sleepiness. I thought to myself - I'll just lay down on the bed and close my eyes for ten minutes. Next thing I know theres a little voice in my ear saying - mummy, the easter bunny didn't come. Holy crap, there's a sentence that'll make your eyes snap open quick fast. I went up to the rooms and did a search and declared to them that this year the easter bunny must have hidden the chocolate in the garden. So off they ran to have a look and I grabbed the goods and hid them in their rooms. Then I called out that I'd found them and they musn't have been looking properly. I'm pretty sure it was only the power of wanting to believe that made them buy that one.
As for the tooth fairy. Well, she is one hardworking lady. A tooth could sit around this house for three or four days waiting to be picked up. I'd always say - imagine how many teeth fall out around the world that she has to pick up. One time Lizzie bypassed me and decided to deal with the tooth fairy herself, which of course was not terribly successful. She'd lost a lot of teeth that week. If she found a tooth with a bit of wobble, it was gone that afternoon. So when this one went as well she decided she'd better not tell me or I'd get cranky because I'd just yelled at her - bloody hell Lizze, can you stop pulling your god damn teeth out of your head. So she put it out for the tooth fairy without telling me and then got up every morning to check and it was still there. (Poor little darlin'). Anyway after a while Kimba saw her doing it and came in and told me. And of course I managed to turn it into a lesson for her. A lesson about being sneaky and how things don't always work out when you keep secrets from Mummy. Ahh dear, motherhood is such a power trip.
So the rule around here was that you get a present from Santa until you turn 18. So I had to break the news to Lloyd that the dream ended for him last year. He handled it well. Still mummys boy though.
Lloyd applied for a university scholarship last year and he has an interview tomorrow with the company interested in him. Would be handy for him to get it because it would basically pay all his university fees for the four years of the course. With some left over. Plus you get twelve months guaranteed employment with them.
However, tonight they have an informal drinks night/meet and greet thing for everyone trying for a scholarship of any sort and the people offering them. Mind you thats after a TWO HOUR talk.
And the parents have to go as well. Shit.
I hate that. I don't know why the parents have to have anything to do with it. He's travelled around the world on his own for gods sake, he doesn't need me to hold his hand when he meets these people. And I can't stand the thought that these people might judge the kids by their parents. I know they shouldn't, and probably won't, but you can never be sure. But then I thought if we don't go then it looks like we don't care about it.
So now I have to worry about what to wear that looks suitable. And I have the most terrible hayfever on top of my cold so I have this constant watering eye and nostril and I have to walk around with a mans hanky pressed to my face.
And there will be finger food. It's impossible to talk to someone important and look good when you're eating finger food. Especially when they serve things with snow pea sprouts on it. You can never get your teeth through them and they end up half in your mouth and half hanging down your chin. So I'd better have a large lunch so I don't have to eat.
And I've told Daz to basically not talk to anyone. Except me.
Lloyd has told us to just stand somewhere in case he needs someone to talk to if he runs out of people to mingle with. Hopefully someones mother will get drunk and provide some entertainment.
