Corsica - Photos from the Road

The final instalment of Corsica photos (beware: it’s long). A lot of mountains. That, of course, photos don’t do justice to. Plus some cute kids and big guns.

PO-LANDS: Round 1

Well i’ve posted the pictures from Kieran and Julia’s wedding on facebook. I did this because they involve a lot of people who I very much doubt look here. However they are public pics so on the off-chance you don’t have a facebook, you can view them here. However I only posted a selection of the ga-zillion photos I took, so you special blog-lovers can view them all in their entirety HERE. Or click on Heather’s photo Albums on the right. But I warn you – there are like 200 of them, so not for the faint-hearted. There are plenty more photos from Poland and I hope to put them up here in the next few days. Mind you I can’t even tell you how much time it took me to do that, what with facebook and my computer having major issues. I had to upload and comment 3 times. THREE TIMES.

Anyway. There is 2 hours I will never have back. Sorry boys. Mumma has blog-fans.

The wedding was awesome. Just beautiful. Julia looked stunning; Kezza was most dapper.... for a while. Then the Vodka took over in a night that can only be recalled in flashes. But it was such a good night, so many lovely friends doing shots together. After a mix up with death camp buses on the Friday before the wedding Buff, Mez, Stu and I found ourselves kicking about beautiful Krakow for most of that day. The first beer was with lunch and I thus found myself a bit tender (literally) the next morning. To the point where I dragged Stu of for a McPierogi. This gave me only 45 minutes to get ready which was not great considering my slow pace. After a disaster with all things hair, I opted for the shower and go option which saw Mez and Buff furiously bobby-pinning and lacquering my hair throughout festivities. I danced around the world with Lachy and toasted ‘D’Australia’ more than I like to admit. I slept on the bus back into town, cried because I lost my phone and passed out at 4am. I then woke up at 7am and endured 8 hours of transit hell. HELL. All Buffy and I could do in our booze cloud was sleep as we got prodded along queues, wedged into tiny seats and deal with people being difficult. Buffy had started a bit earlier than I on the vodka and spent much of the flight worshipping the porcelain gods. On a plane. In turbulence. Perhaps her worst day ever. But we lived to tell the tales, and what tales are they!

Enjoy the pics, more to come soon.

a funny

this was pulled from a BBC series called Walk on the Wildside which pairs the voices of comedians with wildlife footage. Genius idea? Absolutely. If you fiddle about youtube there are many more fabulous clips from the series (including the owl bit on this one which had us in hysterics over and over and over). Kudos must go to Buffy for the heads up on this.

One of the 40

For Dave's recent birthday, I undertook the mammoth task of finding 40 presents to celebrate the occasion. In this 40 were some tickets to nights out in London over hte rest of the year. Without kids to whining and tugging at your ankles or hip to feed them, bath them, milk them... I digress. Already we have seen the Picasso exhibition at hte National Gallery in June and Cold War Kids in Camden. Coming up are Lily Allen in Brixton and Michael McIntyre at the O2 Dome. For those of you who have been forced to watch UK tv for more than 5 minutes in hte last 2 years would be familiar with Mr. McIntyre. However some of you may not and below is an example of why im excited. I give you: The Man Drawer.

You're Welcome.

Corsica: With the Footers

FINALLY

has come the time where I am allowed to make public the fact that my sister Olivia and her man Chad are going to be adding to the family. YAY LIVVY! After a pretty rough first trimester, Liv has passed all the tests with flying colours and is now beginning to stare at prams obsessively ( 3 or 4 wheels? ohh... the suspension on that one looks good), wonder whether a nursing pillow is necessary or whether ordinary one will be just fine (ordinary all the way) and whether to epidural or not to epidural (Give me an E! EEEEE! Give me a P! PPPPP!).

Due date is January 23 (!!!!) and will be a delivery suprise. I am hoping for a boy, but recognise that someone needs to inherit my Barbie collection, so would be very chuffed for a girl also (Sorry Satine. You are just going to have to wait and see). And with our potential return suggested for sometime next year, I expect Christmas 2010 in the Anders house to be a wholly new experience.

Congrats Liv nad Chad - I'm so pleased for you.

Corsica: Waterholin'

Thes freshwater stream waterholes were about a 45 min drive from where we stayed. Which was further than we expected but involved a spectacular drive. As the contant front-seat driver I am, it was mostly enjoyable - even the having to sing Old MacDOnald, Obla-Di, Ob-La-Da, and Listen to the chorus of the Brachiasaurus on repeat for the final 20 mintes of hte return trip. But a lovely way to spend the day.

Rocket Man

In a belated blog, - which would not be so belated if we had not virtually squated for a week - a resounding Hurrah! and Happy Birthday Rocket Man must go out. Last week the Rock turned 1, which amongst many things is a day which makes you think of that same one year previous. And I always indended to write the birth story of my boys on their birthday, but never seemed to follow through when the time came around. Which is probably a good thing as I'm not sure the episode which let him to be escorted to emergency during Rocco's birth is one he wants on hte internet.,.

But I digress. After close to a week of being internet-less (Dear God, the other chores I got done!) has seen us finally move into our new place which has been interesting to say the least. When we moved in, th place was still being done up and we were restricted to a few rooms - which with the boys I have on my hands is something of a recipe for madness. However it was remarkably easy and had the had the added bonus of spending some time with our new Landlord Dan and his missus, Skye. Rocco and Fred fell alittle bit in love with them and is are sad to see them dash off today for their return flight to China. So we are here. We have hte keys, and we LOVE the place. It has been done so tastefully nad the house has so much character we are very much looking forward to living here. Plus Fred has a mezzanine attic level to his room which has a false bookcase leading into the roof. NEED I SAY MORE? A FALSE BOOKCASE. I may have weed a little when I saw that. Anyway - upshot is - lots of balancing all our furniture on the car roof nad walking it slowly 20m down the road, after lots of packing nad unpacking, after lots of ferrying all our worldly goods from the basement to attic - we are here. Did I mention the demanding babies and copious vacuuming? Oh. No need. Argh. But light at. tunnel. end. I think by Monday we will be 80% in order.

I digress again.

Rocco. Happy Birthday little man, Rockodile, Rocket Man, Roxanne, Radish and most often; Doodle. You are a frigging star. You took something called cuddles and turned them into CUDDLES. Each day I catch my breath a little at how i created a little dude like you. We all adore you so much and seeing you and Fred swoop eachother with the Ladybird leaves me with the silliest manic smile plastered on yout face, so that I look a little like I should be working in the Chocolate Factory. I hope you cut those two new bottom teeth soon, they are causing you (and me and Fred and Da and the neighbours at number 3) no end of grief. And congratulations on your graduation to cow's milk. I will miss the hours of steralising nad counting out formula spoons, I'm sorry about what is happening with your hair - it is dreadful. It is determined to look like a 70s porn star no matter what I do. But I adore it immensely, and when I manage to miraculously get you still enough to get scissors to your hair, I am astounded by what a few haphazards snips can do. To see the constant animation in your eyes, your nose nad your enormous, constantly-hungry mouth keeps me enthralled for hours (well, during the ad breaks of Maury anyway). Well done on getting to 1 little fella. You are a cracker.

Rocco channeling his inner Robert Pattinson.