Ohh the fun, the laughs and the 'in my active wear' one liners. As Bec mentioned, she laughed so hard she broke something on the inside.
Thursday to Sunday twice a year a core bunch of us organise a girls long weekend away for ourselves. Scrapbooking really is just a side benefit.
This time around we went to Tumby for a change and stayed at the shack. Perfect and idyllic with the water just metres from the front lawn.
Saturday was the biggest day scrappy wise for me, with lots of cocktails consumed and the creativity just flowed like honey. The cocktails followed no recipes. They were produced on the fly with whatever we had. And the names were made to suit them as well. The time out on the sandbar in (and out) of the kayak with Bec and Amy was nothing short of sensational.
The next #scrapshack2017mkII is booked and we are all looking forward to that so much.
On way and just a bit excited. I hardly slept a wink the night before. I was still looking at the clock at 5am. I was going to go to gym beforehand but decided the extra hour of sleep was of more benefit so I could get through the first day/night of #scrapshack2017.
the gang. Wendy, Amy, Moi, Bel, Bec.
the location - The Shack.
This is what started off the whole 'active wear' thing for our time away. Every sentence after seeing this had to finish with "in my active wear". It was just outrageous. You had to be there.
Paige and Noah visited.
Friday morning walk to burn off the cocktails.
Friday bar opened with Jelly shots.
Friday lunch was sushi
Friday dinner was chicken lasagna
Serena. strong and powerful
late night entertainment.
Saturday morning. just divine.
Pancakes and berries for breakfast
Wendy's Fruity Elixir
Saturday morning walk stats
Saturday bar opened with vodka marinated Gummie Bears.
Watermelon wine slushie
part of the creation station aka The Scrap Table
Pizza for Saturday lunch.
Friends with benefits
Waving not drowning.
getting some much needed Vit D.
just making sure I could get the very last drop.
Saturday dinner at The Seabreeze. (just can't trust your mates with your phone on the table can you??!!)
Saturday night dessert back at The Shack ... Sticky Date pudding. lush.
Sunday morn dawn.
As we started to pack up lunchtime Sunday, I wanted to move my ute a bit closer and that's when I discovered I had a totally flat battery. I had noticed during the week that it was a bit slower to start and hoped it would last me until after the weekend to have a good look at it. Alas this was not to be. So after a few phone calls I had jump leads dropped around and that's when I noticed the positive terminal was all but off. Meaning the battery wasn't charging at all during the last week, hence the slower and slower to start. Once I had the terminal back on, and jump started the ute, I dared not turn off, just in case the battery hadn't charged enough to turn itself over again. I also needed to get to Lincoln to pick up Annie and Sean after her Navy Cadet commitment with the First Landing Ceremony. So without turning off the ute, I had the kids picked up and we were on our way home. The little legends helped me unpack the ute of all the scrappy gear in 38 degree heat as it was hot hot hot at home. It was only 27 when I left Tumby. So I was very thankful to the kids to help me out so we could all be inside sooner.
Not long after Sean started school back in 2011, the school had a fun run. He ran hard at the beginning but blew out before the end. He did run just for this shot and with a big smile, even tho he was totally pooped. Bless him.
So with my One Little Word in mind (Stop), when I was asked if I would give a Spartan Run a go, I didn't dismiss the idea right away. I hesitated, and said let me research it a bit. And I did.
Spartan is the top quality obstacle race around, and if there are 2000 pre race regos, then it will be in SA for the first time. Its somewhere 50mins of Adelaide on Saturday April 8th. AND I'VE REGISTERED.
I'm doing the 7km sprint which has around 20 obstacles in it. I won't be sprinting it, not even jogging it as I don't have the knees to let me do that. I can powerwalk 7k no worries so that's my plan. I will need to run up to, at or down into obstacles but I'll powerwalk in between.
There's also a kids Spartan Race with kid size obstacles and Sean is super keen to be in that.
I'm excited and quietly shitting myself at the same time. I've started a strength and grip training regime at the gym to prep myself for it. And I'm having some rope climb training with a friend shortly.
If you have 16 mins of time and the data, this is what I'm facing in April.
If you'd like to watch the kids Spartan race, watch this one.
For the last few years I've been adopting Ali Edwards 'One Little Word' concept to live by, rather than make New Years Resolutions. One Little Word (OLW) becomes a mantra to live by. It needs to fit who you are, it needs to make you stretch to achieve it, not forget about it in a months time or quit because it just didn't work for you. So I take a bit of time to find the right word.
2014 was No. To be able to say no, and not feel guilty for it.
2015 was Seek. To seek new horizons, seeking grace while under fire,
2016 was Prune. The garden, the weight, the time wasters.
Every one of those words was dead on perfect for that particular year. Over the last couple of weeks I tried a number of different words and none of them seemed to fit, until this one popped into mind. Immediately it felt right. It fits.
2017 is STOP. Stop and take a moment to breathe. Stop to enjoy the kids while I still have 2 at home, Stop and think before responding. Stop and slow down, just a little. Stop and cut the out the crap. Stop procrastinating and just bloody do it. And stop, just stop.
Christmas was in Port Lincoln for us this year with my Dad and Jane. And thank goodness for that as it was 41 degrees here, and only 28 down there. Its amazing that it can be so different in temp when its really not that far from here.
The kids decided to only unwrap their Father Christmas gift on Christmas morning and then take the rest to Lincoln to unwrap with their Grandparents. Little blossoms x. I'm so proud of them for doing that, for restraining themselves and wanting to include others in their day. And I didn't prompt them for that idea, it was all their own.
So gifts were handed around, unwrapped and ohh'd over before lunch. Being a predidcated really warm day in Lincoln (it didn't get anywhere near it) the turkey was cooked the day before, but the ham was fresh out of the webber and it smelled divine. Prawns were peeled and there were oodles of salads. Instead of the traditional pudding, we have pav. It was to die for. I think the kids inhaled theirs.
Afternoon sleeps were next on the list before a quick trot down to the swimming enclosure for a dip with the Modras, as it started to rain.
The kids had a game or 10 of nerve jangling Jenga,
learning the nuances of Blackjack and high stakes checkers before we all started on the pass the parcel game - with a twist. While you are desperately trying to peel off a layer of paper with oven mitts on your hands and a Christmas hat on your head, the person next to you is rolling two dice. As soon as a double is rolled the parcel, hat and mitts go to the person on the left, as do the dice. Quite often a double was rolled just as the hat went on, let alone the mitts and getting a go at the wrapping. Its a loud, funny and fast game that was a great way to bring everyone together. The prize at the end was a Footrot Flats book which every single person in that room loved.
More prawns, ham. turkey and salads for tea, followed by mojitos and Baileys. Home by 10.30 that evening. All puffed out and with a top day in the memory bank.
Seven years ago I had a number of big stacks from this particular 17 hh horse that totally shattered my confidence and left me with a bone chip off my hip. And shoulder problems. I quit riding that day.
Today, with the encouragement of Sheree, I threw my leg over Jerry, and got my bum back in the saddle, and it felt awesome. It felt like home. He's older, wiser and a gentleman now with a lot of reschooling from a much better rider than I ever was.
Basically when I was hunting, I had short Dick disease. I was the shortest rider on the tallest horse and never had long enough legs to wrap around his belly. When he started bronco bucking I was so easily spat off and I was riding scared.
That nest of threads was actually a cast off from Amy during #scrapshack2016 weekend some time ago. As she popped it into the bucket bin, I reached in and pulled it out and popped it on the LO. Perfect.
The first real day of school, not transition, for my son was always going to be recorded. I've used black gesso through an alphabet stencil and then used chalk to further enhance the background. The photo strip was the best way to showcase a number of the pics taken that morning he went to school for his first time.
Using the same idea for the background as Sean's Easter LO, but with a different mask (a home made one) and drawing the colour combination from the colours of the pyjamas, this one is for Annie's album.
The fourth escape2create scrapbooking retreat was all about Buzz Lightyear on our table. He was found in Amy's tote and became our table mascot. He started our tradition of a table mascot for every retreat we've been to ever since.
Its only a little one, but its called Mount Greenly and so I'm calling it a mountain.
I've been wanting to do it for quite some time but didnt think I could with my knee issues and being overweight. Recently I've been on a Winter Warrior Fitness program, and I'm now onto my second 10 week Spring Warrior challenge. As a result I've dropped 12.5 kgs and I'm the fittest I've been since giving up equestrian sports.
So today was the day. It was a cooler day than yesterday and before the warmer forecasted day tomorrow. Being aware that snakes are on the move I popped into my backpack compression bandages for possible bites, band aids for blisters, Ventolin and the spacer for asthma as all three of of us are asthmatic, water bottles each of us, choccie treats for the kids up at the top, Annie's little compact camera, and my phone for GPS recording of the trip for the elevation.
I wanted to miss the warmer part of the day and chose to start off from the base carpark with the kids at 9am. The kids took the lead and found a well trodden path right from the get go through the scrub at the bottom of the foothills before climbing our way up onto the slope.
It took us an hour of steady pacing and frequent water stops so the kids could help lessen the weight in my backpack. I only saw one little snake on the way up and it was between the kids further up the slope and me. It scooted off into the rocks as quick as a whip. I do wonder how close the kids came to it though.
Sean's goal when he made it to the top was to pee of the side of the mountain. Such a boy thing. Annie wanted to yodel out into the atmosphere. I just wanted to make it to the top.
You know when you've made it to the highest point as there is a stone cairn there. The kids and I added a rock each to leave something of ourselves other than our footsteps there.
The kids had their snacks, and I took a few shots and the kids took a few shots too.
Coming down was definitely harder than going up for me. My knees are really crap and while the kids scooted on down, I took each step with concentration and deliberation. They very kindly waited for me to catch up every five minutes or so before they took off again. They were like mountain goats and I happened to mention that to them. Then every time Sean noticed I was falling further behind he'd call to Annie out in front of him in his best goat noise as a signal to stop and wait for a bit. Classic. I was a little chuffed that he was considerate enough to do the wait stops and often asked if I was ok.
It took us about an hour to come down and I was so damn proud of them. Not once did they hesitate, or complain. They were as keen as I was to give it a shot. And I think they were just a little proud of me too, and I love that.
We drove to Dutton for a look, onwards to Little Douglas as I've never been there and I've heard lots about it, and finished up in Coffins so the kids could have an ice cream. By this time it was about 12.30pm. We took the scenic way home from the bottom of Settlers Rd because its dried up now at this time of year and can be accessed. Its a dry weather road and its terribly chopped up by people attempting to get through it when its underwater.
By the time we got home, the kids were tired and I was just a little puffed. Not muscle sore, just puffed from many days on the go, so we all had a little quiet time.