Oh, the possibilities...

Well, g'day! How ya going? All is well here at the Perry household -- as well as it can be when we're scrambling to find a new home. I'm going to miss this place when we go. It's been my home since Danny and I got married, and Danny's home since he was just a little bloke. His dad used to work for Mr Morgan, and so Mr Morgan hired Danny when he was old enough to know how to herd sheep.

Danny's parents moved to NSW about 12 years back (those are the rellies I mentioned in the previous post). They like it there. Danny doesn't want to move there though; costs big bikkies to live where they do! It'd be nice, but...not likely.

All we need is a little station or farmlet somewhere in southwestern Vic or just across the border into SA. A lot of places in the Murray region look promising. Here are a few of them. Click on the links and take a Captain Cook!

This one is very affordable, but it looks sorta bodgy. Danny's handy, but I don't know if even he could take care of all the repairs necessary and still earn a living. Besides, there's not enough land to farm and have a couple of horses.
Cambrai

Ace, but too pricey for us. The realtor says they won't take less.
Carngham

A nice place, but a lot of work required. Not much land and it is poor at that.
Skipton

Oh, such a love of a place! But we'd have Buckley's of buying this one.
Dunach

Same thing as above. Too much money, but a nice home.
Beaufort

I love this one!
Redbank

I love this one too! Right now I can't decide between this and the previous one. We're investigating...
Bower

So there are some of our options right now. There have been several we've looked into that are already sold. They were nice, but nothing really crash hot. I have to admit I'm a bit toey about leaving here -- packing all our stuff and just heading off to somewhere new. But then I've said that already. :)

With that, I'll sign off!

Onya!

Knocked For Six!

Well! The Morgans defo knocked us for six yesterday...they told us, very kindly but in no uncertain terms, that they were going to retire from the sheep-station business. This, of course, in turn, puts Danny out of business unless he can find another jackaroo/station manager job.

But he has been saying lately that *he* wants to retire from the business. He came in from tooling round in the bush after the sheep with his dirtbike sarvo, and he was just as cross as a frog in a sock. Said the sheep were all bloody stupid twits and that they didn't know enough to come in out of the rain (which of course is just a figure of speech because we haven't had any rain for so long).

Actually we've both been thinking about horses instead of sheep. Oh, not that we would start our own ranch or horse station, but that we could just have a couple of horses. Pearl is old enough to have her own horse -- and would she ever love that! She will take every chance she gets to jump on a horse and start riding. Opal and Jazzie are interested but not convinced yet. 'Course, they've only had pony rides, and that doesn't count for much.

I haven't introduced my little ankle-biters yet, have I? Crikey, I've been so worried about losing our place that I haven't even gotten that far. All right. Here goes!

This is Pearl (our eldest) with her favourite sheep, Duxie. The photo was taken a year and a half back, so she looks older now, but I just love the pic. She looks like her grandma Julie -- cert doesn't take after Danny or me!




















Heeeeeeeeeere's Jazzie (real name: Jasper)! This was taken last month. He is amazingly self-possessed and talky for such a younker, as you may be able to tell from the pic.














This is Opal. (She and Jazzie are twins!!) This is taken from the back because, little though she is, she goes abso starkers if somebody tries to snap her photo. I sneaked up on her yesterday and got the pic before she knew what was what. Tee hee!













There they are, the joys (and trials!) of my life. Speaking of trials, you may be wondering about the title of the blog. It isn't Putt Hey Abbies Back -- it's Put the Yabbies Back! When I was just a little billylid, probably no more than five, I'd always be wandering down to the billabong to play with the yabbies. Yeah, I got bitten, but they were still fun. I'd scoop 'em up into my favourite cup and bring 'em into the house. Then I'd draw some water in the bathtub and plop the yabbies into it. I'd kneel there watching them swim round and try to find something to hide under.

Then, the Voice of Doom -- my mum would come in and say, very deliberately, "Jess. What have I told you about that?"

"Mum," I'd whinge, "lemme keep 'em in here for a tick or two, hey?"

"Outside."

"Mum -- "

"Put them back in the billabong. Now."

I would scoop them back up in my cup, pulling a face all the while, and trudge over to the door. Then usually I'd turn back around and try again.

"No, miss," Mum would say firmly, "you just chuck a yewy and get yourself right back out there! Put the Yabbies Back!"

And hence the title of my blog.

But now...you know what they say -- payback time! First Pearl, then Jazzie, and now Opal all have done the exact same thing to me. Heh, heh. Guess I deserve it.

Well, I suppose I've rambled on long enough. I need to get busy finding us a new place to live. (Crikey, that sounds odd. It'll take some getting used to.) We can't just lob in on the rellies in NSW, so we'll have to start fossicking through all the real estate in the area.

*sigh*

Strewth, I can't even imagine packing up all the stuff we've got. Going to be some bloody hard yakka in the next few months. But then, when have we not had to work hard? This won't be that much different. Give it some time, and she'll be apples. Things always work out.

I'll be posting updates as the house-hunting progresses. In the meantime, if you want to comment, feel free to have a go! :)

Cheers!

DISCLAIMER

Some people tell the truth only when they've been caught lying, but I'll tell you the truth right off. I am not Australian -- never was, and never will be, unless by some miracle I make enough money someday to move to Oz. I might go for a visit someday, but I couldn't move there permanently, mostly because I would miss my family and friends too much. Besides, the bugs there are huge -- or so I hear.

Anyway...my not being a native of Australia will explain my imperfect use of strine (Australian slang). Please pardon my mistakes in that department.Why am I blogging about living in Australia and being married to a cute Aussie guy -- er, bloke -- if I'm not Australian? Well, I'm fascinated by the culture, mostly because I've been following Russell Crowe's acting career for several years.

The bit about being married to Danny Perry, a fair-dinkum Aussie jackaroo, was inspired by a picture I saw in a 1988 National Geographic. I just fell head over heels for this guy the minute I saw him! LOL! Then jokingly one day I scanned the picture from the magazine and posted it on my other "real" blog, http://maryscraziness.blogspot.com/. It was mostly because I was getting teased by my best friend and her father (who together make up at least half of my blog readers/commenters) about not wanting to date or not having a boyfriend or some such nonsense. In reply I put his picture up there under the title, "My Future Aussie Husband." Hilarity and chaos ensued thereafter, and thus this blog was born.



















There they are, y'all! Danny Perry and his faithful dog Mate! Well, this is as they were back in 1988. I beg Danny's pardon and sincerely hope he doesn't mind his piccie being broadcast over the Internet. And that he doesn't mind that I think he's cute (and that I sort of appropriated him for my alter ego, Jess Trebanna, whose blog this shall be).

Speaking of my alter ego...the pic you will find if you look at my profile is NOT, repeat, **NOT** me. (It's not that I'm repulsively ugly or some such thing, but only that I never post my picture on the Internet.) The picture is actually of the fabulous Pauley Perrette, who can be seen as Abby Sciuto in the Tuesday-night primetime drama NCIS (my current fave show). I am not implying any insult whatsoever to Pauley; just the opposite. I think she is gorgeous, funny, and talented -- therefore her picture wound up on my blog. If Pauley ever reads this (ha!), I beg that she will forgive me for using her picture. By the way, Pauley has her own blog on the site I embedded above. If you are over 16 or thereabouts, check it out! Otherwise -- leave it alone for now. Pauley would agree, I think. ;)

OK...that's all I can think of to say in the disclaimer. Except that...I never claimed to be funny, so don't sue me because I'm not.

:D

Hugs!!