Surrealist Time

I am a long-time lover of the surrealist works of Salvador Dali - two posters of his works hung in our hallway when I was a child and I would stare at them for hours with a mixture of fascination and horror. In my early twenties I went through a wonderful phase where all my dreams contained the most stunning Dali-esque architecture. Imagine my delight then when I found this clock - now I just have to sell a kidney in order to be able to afford it!

For those with a spare USD$365, it can be found here.

The joys of being a step-dad

My kids adore The Eccentric English Boyfriend, and despite his steadfast refusal to be called a 'stepdad' he has most definitely become part of our nuclear family. There are many reasons for the kids' adoration, apart from the obvious stuff about him being lovely: with his 6 foot, broad-shouldered viking build he's like a giant playground for them, he buys them cool stuff, has a ridiculously silly sense of humour, and most importantly - despite his intelligence and intellect he really is just a big kid at heart. As an example, the following:

EEB was at the computer recently playing a game, with 8 year old son and the kid from across the road standing either side of him. Being small boys they took great delight in commenting on his playing (along the lines of "wow you suck at this" and "I can play this waaaaaaaaaay better than you can"). Once they got tired of insulting him they started on each other - "you're a stupid bum", "well you're a doo-doo brain" and other equally cutting remarks. After a while the sheer inanity of the conversation became just too much for EEB, and in the midst of a volley of "you're a poo-poo head", "no you're a poo-poo head", "no YOU'RE a poo-poo head" I heard him yell "YOU'RE BOTH POO-POO HEADS!".

Ahhhhh, such verbosity, such articulateness, such a broad vocabulary. You can see why I love 'im!

Get me some of that bunny lovin'

It is no secret that I am a sucker for small fluffy animals, and by logical extension for websites about small fluffy animals - the cuter the better. Ok so it's hardly original, wherever you go on the internet these days it seems you're only a click away from a photo of something fluffy with an amusing caption. One site I discovered recently however has changed my life (yes dammit lifechanging). I've been a bunny owner for several years now, but until I found Disapproving Rabbits, I could never quite understand why it was I always felt slightly nervous of my bunnies. Well now I know - it's because they disapprove! They disapprove of me, they disapprove of my children, they disapprove of their quarters, they disapprove of what I feed them - they just disapprove of everything!

As proof of this, here is a picture of Marky-Mark, who disapproves of his name (don't blame me, my kids aren't old enough to remember Mark Wahlburg before he was cool) and fiercely
disapproves of being given a bath.

And in other news of a bunny nature, Patches our black and white rabbit has spent the last few nights shacking up in the hutch of our neighbour's rabbit, in the hopes of there soon being the pitter patter of tiny bunny paws. Bunny breeding is not difficult, in fact I would venture to say breathing is more difficult than getting rabbits to shag! Patches was no exception, and within seconds of being in the cage was on top of Scamper going at it like the proverbial something that goes at it a lot. The bunny lovin' lasted well into the night, with Patches eventually becoming so exhausted that he fell asleep on top of Scamper. Of course we all had to watch as this took place - myself, my neighbour and our children. It doesn't take a genius to figure out that small children watching bunnies copulating is eventually going to result in crudity, and sure enough later that evening we heard my son yell out "look at me I'm Patches", and turned in time to see him on all fours on the trampoline making frantic jiggy movements with his hips.

Sigh. If the school rings I'll pretend I'm the housekeeper!