Why does it seem that the weekend rolls past so quickly? It feels like time moves quicker because you are actually enjoying yourself. Before you know it, its Sunday afternoon and you're thinking about the week ahead.
This weekend was a weekend with the promise of rain ... which we eventually did get some but not a major downpour, which we are needing desperately. The weather is doing really weird things, which is nothing really different to that of the past few years ... but we are needing some good strong rain to fill up one of the dams and to top up our big dams.
Remember, if you see any rain looking like it's loitering around your house, give it a smack and send it over to Warwick! lol
I cant get over how quickly time really is passing and how quickly Christmas is approaching. While doing my most favourite thing this weekend - visiting Woolies of a Saturday morning - I noticed that 1 aisle was completed dedicated to Christmas decorations and other paraphernalia (wrong spelling? lol).
I avoided that aisle.
I also noticed that they had moved the frozen chips to another section to make way for the frozen turkeys. Can you imagine spending $64 on a Turkey? Only to cook it until it is dry and withered.
When I went into Big W, people where buying Christmas Trees and decorations by the trolley full. I moved into the computer section as quick as my little legs could take me.
Is it only me who feels like this? lol
Friday afternoon always brings such joy to me, knowing that not only will Evan and the dogs be waiting for me on the front verandah, but it means that I have 2 whole days to be with them.
Oh well...time for me to go and be with them in the loung room.
Roll on next weekend!
Miss Lily (Red Fourteen) - who will be leaving Massie Lodge soon to go and be with her mate down to NSW. She has been a pleasure to have around and no trouble whatsoever.
Miss Katie (Justacat) who is on the market to be sold. She too is a beautiful mare with a sweet, loving temperament. Such a shame that she is stuck in the paddock doing nothing when she should be visiting a stallion.
