Here I am, blogging for the second day in a row like some sort of blogging superwoman... Sadly, I think this might actually be a record for me. Which tells you a lot about the sort of things I usually get up to in life. Living life on the razor's daring edge - that's me.
Anyway, since once again I have nothing meaningful to say, I will bombard you with pictures.
Firstly, today's activity. Window stars...or rather, window star, because today's activity didn't actually take place until around 4pm, after the 3 hours spent earlier in the day at an indoor play centre...oh, and then there was that batch of blue play dough I made, which probably counts as an activity in that it required stirring and swearing.
But I digress. The window star (singular)
Did Niamh have a hand in its creation, you ask? No. She did not. Apparently, the 10 billionth re-run of an episode of Hana's Helpline that we have recorded was far more important. Actually, this gave me time to figure out how to make the bloody thing, because paper-folding and me have one of those kind of hate-scrunch-swear-obliterate type relationships, so now I can help her make her own one tomorrow. If the tv isn't more important... Anyway, if you'd like to make one (or an entire universe) of these lovely little hangings, the tutorial can be found HERE.
Sadly, my solitary star pales in lame comparison to THIS incredible creation, which is on the cards for the Tassie house as soon as we move in. But given the "house on the market" status of our current house, I thought it better not to get too over-excited in the sticking-paper-onto-the-window department just yet. Though I am excited. And I do have glue and tissue paper. Just sayin...
Anyway, while rifling through all the dino island photos I snapped yesterday, I couldn't help but notice a few funny pics (well, I found them funny. But then my sense of humour is both warped and easily entertained).
Firstly, this caught my eye.
I call it "Pteranodon's Bad Day," because, well, he's flying through lava. He looks fairly surprised about it, too. But not nearly as surprised as Deinonychus (orange guy, shocked expression) in the background. I swear he's saying, "Whoa!" Or maybe, "Holy crap! That guy's flying through lava, man! Check it!" While in the foreground, we have Ceratosaurus, who has managed to pull off a simultaneous impression of Godzilla while also looking like he is on the receiving end of a sucker punch from the volcano. Nice work, Cerato!
And just to prove how hot it was, flying through the volcano, I knocked up this little heat-map:
I call this one, "Hi Mum!" Deinonychus, once again, in the background. I think he's the kind of dino who would be in the background of those live news stories, giving the camera the dino peace sign...(easy for T-Rex, because he only has 2 fingers on each hand)
And one more from today...check it out...volcano, dead centre, doing a fabbo Joan of Arc impersonation. Serves him bloody right, too.
You know, I think there's the potential for a "where's Deino" type game in all this. Kind of like Murphy, the rubber chicken, who travelled around Scotland with me (don't ask), and who sneakily managed to appear in many a happy snap.