My elderly parents had spent the last few years building their dream retirement home. The family had been living in a small caravan while the house was being built. At first it was terribly cramped and having everyone in each others space was causing friction within the family. It didn’t take long to get used to the temporary arrangements and I started to enjoy having my parents and siblings so close with me. It was like camping but after many months we were happy once it was finished. The house was massive and looked like it would be great for entertaining. The one thing that was really missing was an outdoor entertainment area. Dad had put down a concrete slab but never got around to finishing the barbecue area. Mother had decided it was time to get the area finished because she wanted to have a bit of a house warming party. It was scheduled for two weeks time, Dad wasn’t sure if they’d be able to get it done in time but Mum was determined. Mum called a local company based in Tamworth for commercial shed builders. She wanted to find out the prices for a covered little entertaining area.
Dad had picked up our new barbecue which made my mother even more eager to get a roof over the entertaining area. I was impressed at how quickly the team were able to finish the stable construction, Tamworth really does have some dedicated tradesmen and women. They were even able to give Mum a great price on an awning for the area. They were even able to get the awnings installed in less than a day. There was plenty of time for the family to get ready for the party. The house was looking fantastic, no wonder my parents wanted to show it off. It was finally complete and I could see the relief on my mother’s face. It had been a long time in the works but now we had the chance to celebrate with our loved ones.
I seriously need to get a makeover for this big date that I have a great guy that I met online the other day. I met him on one of those dating sites that they advertise on tv. He seems perfect in every way and we really connected over chat. There is just one slight problem, the photos I used for my profiles are 10 years old. I didn’t want to use any newer ones because I looked so much prettier when I was in my twenties. Now he think that I look twenty five and has commented many times on how great I look in the photos. It’s not that I look completely different, just a few years older. I haven’t gained all that much weight, I can hide most of it with the right clothing. What I can’t hide is my wrinkles unless I do something drastic. I haven’t been on a date in a really long time and I don’t want to lose this guy. I’ve decided that I’m going to try my best to make myself look ten years younger by getting
ight we went to Disney on Ice with our kid. Yeah, I know, it’s a pretty standard, money-making tactic on behalf of yet another big corporation, exploiting their fans and their fame to sell us more things we don’t need. I understand all of that, and in an act of rebellion make a point of any watching pirated films (my own small, revolutionary move) but try explaining the problem with capitalism and consumerism to a six year old. The only thing he was interested in was seeing Goofy on the ice, not sitting through one of my lectures.
This is going to sound crazy but It took me like three whole months to chose the right deb dress for school. There was no way I would settle for a basic off the rack ball gown. I demanded from my parents a unique dress that would allow me to shine. Growing up I have always been given the very finest in life. My friends call me princess and I’m quite happy with that nickname. I had a fitting with my dress designer in Melbourne recently and I made a lot of changes. They may be the designer but I’m the one that has to wear the gown. I have an appointment booked in at the local
I had a science project due in a few days time and my partner was at my house to study one afternoon. We were trying to put the finishing touches on the project and get it looking really great so we got a better grade. We had built a giant paper mache volcano that was designed to erupt in class. We’d made colourful lava from basic household ingredients and spent a lot of time decorating it to look real. We’d been given over a month to do our project but we’d managed to get the majority of it done during class time. I knew a lot of people who’d messed around in class and had to spend a lot of time outside of school getting the project done. I thought it was rather silly to leave things to the last minute. I was happy to spend time after school time on the project in order to get it done on time. My friend was putting the final touches on the volcano, adding paint at the base. It had been left to dry for a few minutes before we’d attempted to lift the whole thing up the first time. It wasn’t a big problem, definitely fixable. Everything looking perfect, we decided to move the volcano from the painting table to the dining table because it was more secure. With a loud crash and a loud screech, the volcano went tumbling down folding in the centre under the weight. Stunned and in shock I stood there staring at the pretend fake lava soaking into the carpet. Mum came running out of the kitchen and before crashing through the remains of the volcano.
I’ve had a lot of experiences in the property market, worked a number of jobs and filled a lot of different roles. I’ve seen prices rise, fall, rise, rise some more and then rise again. I used to sell houses to Baby Boomers before they were actually called that, back in my real estate days. When I realised that
I had the strangest thing happen yesterday. A man came to my door, very sharply dressed, and asked if my house was for sale. It wasn’t, but he said that he was very fond of it and wanted to see if we could make a deal. I usually don’t just chat to any random stranger in a suit, but he seemed like he really wanted the place. And just after that, Martha said to me over dinner that she was thinking of selling the place. How very funny.