It's my blog so I guess I can give vent to whatever I want. Well within reason of course, otherwise our all powerful publisher will drop on me from a great height. The Wizard was put out recently when his photo of one of his fashion dolls was rejected from a recent doll forum challenge. He was mostly disappointed in himself when he didn't read over the rules that someone had unilaterally changed for the current month. The little dolls had to compete with the likes of me - like that was going to happen. A $140 plastic ball jointed doll competing with - well - me. Huh! One of his other little dolls won the category B a couple of months ago. Perhaps noses got put out of joint? Well, if the teddy babes want their own little competition then they can have it, the Wizard's got better things to do, and so have I. I told him not to point that camera at me and to get busy. We will have a new resident soon and there's so much to get in order around the place. Its all very exciting!
Sometimes it takes a certain event to help you realise that you can't do everything by yourself. For instance the Wizard has been quite ill lately, which means that taking photos for things like CoverDoll shoots can't happen. I mean if he can't breathe then he can't pick up a camera. Thankfully he got through it otherwise I would be all alone and I don't think I would cope too well with that. I hope everything is well with the CD readers.
What a difference location makes. I suppose it highlights the distance, but going from Muzza's place in the tropical north to the temperate south may be 2000 km but you notice it more in the temperature difference. When you experience the temperature shift you wouldn't think that you were in the same country. Only here in Australia. In Europe we would have crossed 4 or 5 borders and the time taken would have been much longer.
Well we have been home long enough to start planning the next trip.
Driving over the mountains made the return trip a lot slower, but certainly more interesting. We popped out of the hills at Tamworth, the Australian version of Nashville. The roads were full of "Good 'Ol Boys" with big hats and driving 4x4 trucks with shotgun racks, all living the stereotype. When we weren't stuck behind them it was the grey nomads towing enormous caravans. After a long second day the Wizard decided to spring for a motel room for the night. We got to sprawl on a real bed instead of sharing the back of the van. The van's good but not exactly on the roomy side of things. Two can be comfortable in the back but they really have to like each other. The cauch in the motel was nice too.