Thursday, May 15, 2008

Some months I'm quite organised.

I'm doing some in-house tap dance classes at Cherub's kinder during May. I did the 3-year-old group yesterday with assistance from Cherub. He said it was not as much fun as his normal tap class; he loves those so much he voluntarily does 2 classes every Saturday, the baby class and his own. Anyway, the kids yesterday were all really involved and having a good time. The Kinder teachers weren't sure how the 3-year-olds would go and they were a little chaotic, but I'm used to littlies and knew the things to do with them. The 4 year-old classes next week will be more my target market though. At the end of the session I gave them all a little star with my details on the back, hoping to attract some new students. There's one little girl from that group who I'm sure should be doing dancing, she grabbed my hand and said she wanted to tell me a secret. When I bent down to hear it, she looked up at me with yearning in her eyes and said I love you. She'd met me 15 minutes ago. Ah, a little bit of adoration never goes astray. And it's the closest I'll get to having groupies, I suspect.

Today I had a check-up at the dentist and an appointment with my Uncle-Mark-the-accountant to get our tax done. In an excellent outcome I discovered that my teeth were fine, and both Fixit and I can expect money back from the Taxation Department. I call that a good news day.

Friday we take this fine fellow and his impressive package off to The Bet for his operation. It's almost a shame, they really are a magnificent set and would produce many fine kittens, but I prefer a mild-mannered cat and I definitely do NOT want one that sprays. Blecchhh. I told Climber and Cherub what was going to happen and was very clear that we only did this to cats, not little boys. Wouldn't want to worry them. (Obviously their father was a whole 'nother proposition)

The Saturday morning exercise is some scheme of Climber's, he thinks it will help him have enough energy for soccer if he does some exercise beforehand. Or something. I was making the lunches when he asked me to write it up on the board.

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  1. You've told Climber and Cherub, but have you mentioned it to Bertie? He may have other ideas.

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  2. That "showerhead to school" note? Would normally seem a little odd...but I understand why you'd be doing that. Our school too!

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  3. That noticeboard...*snort! snort! snort!*


    Methinks that little girl recognises that she needs you in her life, Madam Tap.

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  4. Nice marketing technique, Stomper. Positive reinforcement with a soft sell. Love it.

    And I wondered about the 'showerhead to school' note, too.

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  5. I've got one of those boards! Essential item in our house.

    So, spill the beans, WHY do you have to take a showerhead to school???

    Oh, and commiserations to Bertie. It'll feel a bit airy down there for a while.

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  6. Make sure you don't put Bertie off any longer - with nads like that, it's time ( if they learn the spray, they will spray after the nads are gone - just ask me, the one with the reclaimed and de-nadded stray cat .. a little too late )

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  7. Old showerheads are being recycled for scrap metal and they give you a free water-saving one in return. We already have a water-saving one, I hasten to add, but we were going to take it with us if we left and replace the landlord's dodgy old one. But now we can make sure he never uses the bad one again by recycling that through this initiative.

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  8. I was going to ask about the shower head thing, too. So glad you explained it.

    I took our cat to get neutered almost 10 years ago. I let him out of the carrier while in the car because he was meowing so pitifully. Really more of a pathetic howl. How does he repay me? Pees all over the car seat. I swear he knew he was going to get them snipped. I handed him over and told the receptionist: "Here. Take him before I do the surgery with no anesthesia and a very dull knife."

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  9. Very wise getting Bertie fixed. He may not see it that way, of course.

    The thing about the housework- it doesnt mind how long it waits & sometimes even rewards us by mulitplying!

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  10. You can never get too many "I Love You"s from adoring 3 yr old groupies.

    Heidi

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  11. That cat will forever glower at you.

    I worry about what his memoirs will say about you.

    -J.

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  12. Our Snowflake and Smokey had their balls chopped off a couple of weeks ago. Strangely enough I got a perverse kind of pleasure in telling the men I know, the squirming was priceless! And the kitties have forgiven me, I'm sure Bertie will forgive you too!

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  13. Impressive wheels Bertie's packing back there.
    I was interested to find out when I got my male cat that pointed cats, like Siamese or Tonkinese where their extremeties are darker than their bodies, extends to their nuts.
    So, for 10 short weeks, Harvey had a cream body and a slate coloured ball bag.
    Bet you're glad to know that.

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  14. Thank you for clearing up the shower head mystery.

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  15. Keep your teeth, lose cats balls , get money from tax department - sounds like a red letter week to me!!!

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  16. And here I thought you were calling your eldest son 'Shower Head'!!

    Housework is always on the back burner here, too, which is (in my opinion) exactly where it belongs.

    If I lived closer, I would send my daughter along to your tap classes. She would love it, and I'm certain she'd be another of your groupies.

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  17. Sad to inform you that male cats will still spray regardless of whether their tackle is intact or not. Got my cat done and 7 year old daughter wanted to take the full specimen jar to school for show and tell. Yay for feminism.

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  18. Well, that made me snort!"Bertie, say goodbye to your balls!" Poor Bertie....

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Don't let the cat get your tongue.