The Cutest Pic Ever!

Isn't this just the cutest pic ever? Its one that my Dad took some time ago one afternoon when trying to get Miss B off to sleep - but I think its just gorgeous!

And speaking of gorgeous, this one of Miss M watching the tennis which Beck sent me is very a cute one too! All my nieces and nephews are very cute - but then as Beck is fond of saying, we don't breed 'em ugly!

Updates and Apologies

Well I guess I owe everyone out there in blog-land a big apology. I have been seriously slack.

Not lazy, mind. Just slack - as I have actually had probably my fair share of things to post about - I know if you check my stats for last year and the previous two years, well, I've been down on my blogging - but then if you factor in I only had 1 trip and that was back to the UK, well, there just hasn't been that much of any real excitement to report. Yes, it could be argued that I had a trip to Hong Kong - but that was work, you know. Hard work. Hehehe...

So anyway, I owe you all an apology - and thought I would make it all better with this little video that my sister Melissa shot when we went to the Brisbane International recently... But so you get the full benefit of the humour (cos it really is very funny - we practically killed ourselves laughing when Mel showed it to us just minutes after shooting it), I've attached a preliminary video so you understand the meaning of the gesture. Just to clarify, the gesture being made is the Lleyton Hewitt "C'mon"! Enjoy!

And here's Mel's main video:

Hong Kong Phooey

This week I have been very fortunate to have the opportunity to travel to Hong Kong with the school choir and orchestra for a week long tour.

So far we have only been here a few days, and already it has been pretty full on. We arrived around 6pm on Saturday after our 8+ hr flight, and then it was straight to the hotel - with a twist. Saturday was the start of the East Asia Games, and as such, they had scheduled a firework extravaganza to be staged in the harbour, which is incidently about 250metres or so from our hotel. As a result, all the roads were blocked off in the immediate vicinity of our hotel - thus our bus was unable to drop us to our door, and we were therefore forced to walk about 1-1.5 kms (with our luggage and instruments) to our hotel. This was fine for me, as I have wheels on my suitcase, but some of the girls didn't, and being the martyr that I am, I decided to help one of them. This therefore meant that for the majority of the distance, I dragged my own suitcase behind whilst carrying a students - and boy, was it heavy. I still have callouses on my hands from the experience.

We are staying at the YMCA Salisbury Hotel, which, for a budget hotel, is actually very nice.

Once we arrived at the hotel, we literally dropped our bags and ran so that we could see the fireworks. Alas, the roads were very crowded and we really couldn't get a good observation point, until Tim mentioned that his hotel room overlooked the harbour. Next thing, we managed to cram 39 people up in his room to watch the fireworks. They were pretty good too!

The next day we spent the morning shopping - or rather, the girls did - but Tim and I went looking for internet so we could sort out some arrangements for the next few days. Thank goodness for Starbucks, I say. The afternoon was spent on an organised bus tour of Hong Kong, where we went to Victoria Peak for wonderful views of the harbour (and actually could see some stuff because the weather was relatively clear), then to Aberdeen fishing village, and then to the Stanley St markets. Here is an excerpt from the official school blog, which details the day a bit more than I have: Today saw us take a little detour from our original itinerary and see some of the sights of Hong Kong, literally. In small groups we spent the morning, after breakfast, exploring the nearby streets to our hotel including Hong Kong’s ‘main drag’, Nathan Rd. Not too many things were open at this point, because the locals don’t really wake up until 10, so our body clocks have definitely had a substantial adjustment. Midday saw us have a beautiful lunch of yum cha, which seemed to be made up of pork, pork and more pork. Lunch also enabled us to sample some fragrant Jasmine tea and the more earthy-flavoured Pu-li tea. It was after this we met up with our experienced guide Maria for a trip to Hong Kong island. Each segment of the bus trip was filled with personal stories, weather patterns, Fung Shui and Local history which gives our trip a bit of context. One of the best stories related to the underwater tunnels - in the ‘old days’ during the typhoon season, before the rains struck the husbands of families would ring their wives to stock the house, gather the children and bar the windows. But the would also mention how they ‘would have to say the night on Hong Kong Island’. Suffice is to say after the underwater tunnels were built, they had no excuse to not be home! Today also saw us visit the Highest point in the state, Victoria Point that allows one to fully take in the massive skyline of high rises that sprawl around the country side and seem to rise like the eight mountains that surround the city. We then took a trip backdown the mountain to the Aberdeen fishing village and, the bit everyone looked forward to, the Stanley Beach Markets. So we happily spent the better part of an hour bartering over handbags, hats, shirts, pillow covers, bracelets and dresses. The selection was amazing and so we returned to the hotel on the bus with our backs aching and our suitcases looking a little fuller. Tonight, we once again split up in to year levels and picked a spot for dinner, most of us opting to eat western i.e. Macca’s and Pizza Hut. After dinner saw our first batch of rehearsals in preparation for our first concert tomorrow!

Welcome to the Macvolution!

I know, don't keel over from the shock - I'm blogging again.

Its not all that exciting, I just wanted to congratulate my lovely sister Mel on coming over to the dark side, and joining the Macvolution. She is now the proud owner of a very swish Macbook Pro - and I am desperately jealous, because mine is now 2 years old, and hers has all the bells and whistles...

Anyway, welcome Mel! Now we just have to get Dad and Beck on to it...

One Man Star Wars

Well as you all know (and if you didn't, then clearly you have been on another planet for the last few years), I am an avid Star Wars fan. Avid. So of course, it stands to reason, that if someone is presenting a "One Man Star Wars Trilogy" at QPAC - in the words of the Jackson Five - I'll be there! Which is therefore where I found myself this evening, alongside my nephews Lach and Haz, and my lovely sister Mel.

The 501st were there too, much to Harry and Lach's delight, and they posed with them for a few photos. Haz's favourite I think was Darth Vader...

The show was performed by Canadian actor Charles Ross, and was a very clever 1 hour long rendition of Episodes 4, 5, and 6 - which was perfect for Mel and I, being Star Wars purists (the original trilogy all the way baby!). This actor manages to give very realistic impersonations of the various characters in an abridged version of the 3 films that has you totally enraptured as you work out which scene you're up to next. It was just fantastic.

The boys seemed to get most of the gags, and seemed to enjoy themselves, which was just as well, as this was their first theatre experience ever (poor kids, hope I haven't scarred them for life!).

Anyway, I found some youtube clips of Ross performing this at other venues, which I link here:

And here's a few pics of the boys with the 501st...At the end of the evening, Ross gave us a sneak peak at his One Man Lord of the Rings...which was very good, although will clearly be a waste on me - I hated the films! Anyway, you can find his website here for more information.

So it was a very good evening!

Miss M's Birthday Party

Well yesterday was the lovely Miss M's 3rd birthday party. My sister Beck held it at her house, and there were hundreds of little kids there! Well, not literally hundreds, but it sure did feel like it!

It was my job to provide the 'pass the parcel'. Now when I was growing up, 'pass the parcel' basically involved layer upon layer of newspaper, with some sort of prize at the end. Usually the birthday boy or girl got the last layer, so they would get the prize. But in this day and age, everyone gets a prize - so that means instead of empty layers, you have to put a freddo or something in each layer. That also means that you need to know how many kids are going to be playing, so you can make sure that each kid gets a prize. And of course, you have to rig it so that the birthday child gets the big prize.

Personally, I think that's a pile of bollocks. And I know Beck does too - but its kind of hard to buck this new trend, as every kid that goes to a party now expects it. So I dutifully wrap up something like 20 odd layers of newspaper, each with a freddo - and then think to myself, gee, that looks a bit stingy. So I unwrap them, add in a chupa chup, a couple of freddos and a box of smarties. Much better. The prize for the winning child is the same as everyone else, plus a few more chupa chups, few more freddos - and a bag of lollies.

Anyway, off we go. And when the first child unwraps the layers, Beck can't quite believe what pours out. Apparently my version is way more generous than normal. Now I've been given the job of doing all the pass the parcels!

The funniest thing though, was watching Miss M all through this. As the parcel went round, and as each time the music stopped it never stopped on her, she began to get more and more distressed - to the point that she decided to leave the game and go cry on Daddy's shoulder. You can imagine she was more than relieved when on the last round she won the grand prize!

Anyway, it was a lovely party - and as it was also my Grandma's birthday, we had a little cake and celebration for her too. I love my Grandma, she has something like 15 Grandchildren, 17 or so great Grandchildren - and she loves each and every one, and makes time for each and every one. So there she was at the party! Fantastic!

Anyway, here's a couple of pics...

The Birthday Girls - Grandma and Miss M - blowing out Grandma's cake

Miss M's Birthday cake

Miss M's guests playing pass the parcel

The One Where Kylie Is Ripped Off - Again

Yep, you read it right. Ripped off...

Some might argue, that depending on how you look at it, I haven't really been ripped off - I've had a bit of a win. But I feel I've been ripped off..!

Why? Well, let's just put it this way, in Australia, unlike in England (well unlike I ever experienced anyway), every year you must put in an income tax return. The idea is that obviously throughout the year the Government rips off Australians through the tax system and therefore at some point gets caught out - through the income tax return.

The last income tax return I did allowed me to travel to England, it was that substantive. So you could forgive me for thinking I would have a bit of a windfall this time around - as obviously I haven't put in a return in 11 years - so surely I would be owed a substantive amount.

The problem is, during this 11 years, I have accrued 2 properties - which makes the income tax return somewhat tricky. Not the sort of thing I could do on my own, that's for sure.

So, I rocked up to my last accountant, the lovely (not) H&R Block, complete with my rather overflowing box of 11 years worth of receipts, contracts, and paperwork relating to my tax. The guy there, the so-called "manager", took one look at the box, and, I swear, audibly groaned. Suffice to say he was extremely unimpressed by the prospect of the honour of completing my tax.

But still I gave him my box, and headed off. Until 3 weeks later, when I phoned to find out the progress on said box - and discovered he hadn't even taken the lid off it. So, under the premise of "I need some paperwork from the box, and would sort it out into financial years", I rocked back up to H&R Block and picked up my box - never, ever, to darken the door of that establishment again.

Doing my research, I realised that I would need an accountant who knew a bit about property investment, which is how I found my current one. I made the necessary appointment and rocked up there with the box. A 30 minute consultation later and I had been assured that they would do the very best for me.

The only problem is, in choosing to return to Australia mid tax year, I would appear to have disadvantaged myself taxwise, as clearly I can only get back that tax which I have paid - and having only worked not even 6 months of the tax year, that is a relatively paltry sum in comparison to that which I could have earned had I been working for a full 12 months. Alas, this can not be helped.

But what could have been helped, and should have been helped, is that I should have checked what this new accountants' fee would be. I didn't, and now I am seriously paying the price.

Because the blighters have charged me a whopping $250 per hour to complete this return - and suffice to say with 11 years or so, it has taken the guy about 10 hours or so to do the work. So, today, he presented me with the outcome - a paltry sum in comparison for a return, similar to that which funded my airfare to England 11 years ago - which was achieved without the so-called 'benefit' of negatively-geared property - and from which will come the whopping $2500 fee for the privilege.

You. Have. Got. To. Be. Kidding!

So again, Kylie gets seriously ripped off - this pittance refund will only make a tiny dent on my credit card bill, let alone do what I had hoped, which was fund a return trip to England, or at the bare minimum, buy me a Mac Mini... or enable me to get proper broadband in my house...

Crap!

Bethany's Birthday

Well I know its been a while since I did some blogging, but alas, I have been somewhat busy.

Just thought I'd drop a quick line about the lovely birthday party we had at Mel's for Bethany a few weeks back. It was her second birthday, and it was really lovely because Nanny, who has been unable to leave the house for about 9 months or so now, was able to come too.

The whole family was there (well except for Mum and Dad of course who are sailing) and we just had a wonderful time!

The gorgeous birthday girl herself

Totally Tired of Tupperware!

A friend at school recently decided that she didn't have already enough to do in her life, and that she would go into Tupperware.

What's that got to do with you? I hear you ask. Alas... everything...

Because in order for her to get started, she needed to have a certain number of parties... which meant harrassing all her friends til they agreed to have one! But I don't have a flat big enough to hold a Tupperware party - and she kept pressuring me, and I didn't know what to do or say...

....So I agreed to have it at Mum's. Why? On what planet was that a good idea? I don't even know anyone who would want to go to a Tupperware party!

Or did I? Because for someone who didn't have anyone to invite, somehow I ended up with 20+ people there! And $2000 in sales, so I got a fantastic 'modular mates' set as my party gift.

The only downer is, with some people having made party bookings, I ended up having to go to their parties too - and of course that meant I bought more Tupperware...

I tell you, I am really over it now! No more parties please!

A Pleasant Sunday Afternoon

Growing up in Salvation Army circles, the phrase "Pleasant Sunday Afternoon" used to strike fear and dread into my heart, for a "Pleasant Sunday Afternoon" was anything but "pleasant". A "Pleasant Sunday Afternoon" was sheer, pure torture.

The phrase refers to a Sunday afternoon concert of band, timbrels, songsters (choir) and a bunch of old time songs, usually delivered by a visiting band / songster group, and nearly always lasting an indeterminable, excruciating, "poke my eye out, I'm dying" length of time, and almost always culminating in some form of massed finale massacre, where the relevant group from the home corps (church) combines forces with the relevant visiting group, and subjects the poor, unsuspecting audience to a poorly rehearsed, poorly executed and totally destroyed rendition of some Salvation Army "classic". Sheer and absolute torture, I tell you. Excruciating.

I haven't heard this phrase in a very long time - much to my relief, I can assure you. But last Sunday, whilst visiting Bundaberg corps, on my way home from sailing with the folks, it was mentioned - and the same fear and dread momentarily came over me, until I remembered that I was leaving that morning, and would miss the aforementioned torture.

But now that I've gone on about that, let me tell you, this post is not about that at all. Its about another type of "Pleasant Sunday Afternoon" which I experienced today. A totally lovely visit with my Nan.

See, I had phoned my sister Mel up after church to see if I couldn't wangle a lunch invitation to her place - who wants to go home, cook lunch, and then spend the afternoon maybe doing schoolwork, or grocery shopping etc, when one can go hang out with the fam and maybe score a free feed in the process. But when I got through to Mel, she was in the queue at Red Rooster, and informed me that she and her boys (and Kev too of course) were going to have lunch at Nanny's. I immediately envoked my new motto, carpe diem (I've been rewatching Dead Poet's Society), and 'siezed the day', inviting myself along too.

And how glad I am that I did! It was just lovely, just like a trip down memory lane. You see, when I was growing up, every Sunday we would go to Nanny's for lunch with her and Pop (and Kathy and Neville, when they lived at home), and it was just gorgeous. Nanny makes the best roast dinners I've ever had, complete with "Nanny's potatoes" - potatoes roasted to perfection. And there was always a comedy moment, as after we had sat down and consumed our dinner, and the plates were being washed up, Nanny would discover something left in the microwave which she had forgotten to dish out. Or she'd make some sort of faux pas quip at the dinner table, like the time we were sitting down to eat, and Nanny discovered a pea on the floor - there were no peas on the plate - and she said "A pea? I haven't had a pee in ages!". So Sundays were very special to us.

That's why it was so lovely, even if it was Red Rooster roast, to have lunch there today. But that wasn't the best bit. Later in the afternoon we sat down together for a chat, and Mel showed photos and videos of their recent Fiji trip. Bethany, my niece, was in her element, and was clambering all over me and laughing. Later on she started to get a bit fractious, so Kev decided to take her home, on the proviso that I would run Mel and the boys back later. And that's when it got really special.

How much I love these kids!

Nanny with her eldest Grandchild, and eldest Great-Grandchild

I went downstairs to play the piano (its my piano, but I just can't have it in my flat, so it stays at Nanny's). Then Mel and Nan came down, and we had an impromptu sing - all the old Army hymns - O Boundless Salvation, Crown Him with Many Crowns, How Great Thou Art, I'm Climbing Up The Golden Stair to Glory... Nanny got out her old songbook and we went through, singing all the old favourites. It was just wonderful, and very touching - especially when, for no apparent reason, as we ended the Founders' song (O Boundless Salvation), the three of us, Mel, Nan and myself, looked at each other and were stunned to see that we all had tears. I don't know why, but we did. Maybe it was a culmination of the loss of Pop, the realisation that Nanny is getting very frail, the memories of many congresses, the memories of days gone by - or maybe it was just a collective realisation of just how special the moment was, and a deep desire to hold on to it and treasure it for as long as possible, I don't really know.

And that, I believe, was a true "Pleasant Sunday Afternoon". One which I truly will cherish for the rest of my life.