The toe

Whilst enjoying some time off from working, I thought I’d better start my taxidermy work (to me, it’s not the mounting of dead animals for display, taxidermy is me doing our TAX!

I’m completely anal about doing our tax right, preparing all the invoices, sorting them into folders, creating spreadsheets of all our expenses and income. I love it.

I’m thinking I missed my calling in life to be an acountant - but to be honest, I think after a while it would get boring…doing something for yourself is very different from doing this for a living…

Anyway, back to the Taxidermy :)

I love skiing. I’m crap at it, I fall, I get scared, I get ice all up my back (and occasionally down my trousers - I still don’t know how) and worse of all - I whinge about the cold and uncomfortable-ness of the equipment (damn the boots!).

But I love it!

A group of six of us went down to Tredbo last week (actually, we stayed in Jindy cause we were cheap-ass). We hired our boots and snow blades and got out on the snow, more like ice and mud in most parts - but great weather for sunnies and t.shirts.

This year I set my self some objectives.

1. Do a 360. One of our friends can do a 360’s and I’ve always tried to do it - this year I did! But not just any ordinary 360, apparently I look like a fairy on the snow. Hubby labelled MY 360’s ‘Angel turns’.

2. Jumps. I want to join in with the boys doing jumps - nothing outrageous or hugely dangerous - just getting a little air between my blades and the snow. AND I DID! About 5cm worth I’d say :)

3. T Bars. After a terrible accident on the T Bars (a bad stack in Switzerland), I finally mastered the T Bars and more so, my fear of them. Bring it on!

So, that’s another year gone skiing - I look forward to the next :)

Today was the 5th annual City Treasure Hunt for The National Breast Cancer Foundation, in Sydney.

It was a fun day and I met a lovely lady - also a Jennifer!  We had a nice chat, met good people and had a sausage sizzle afterward.

I also entered a raffle and won a bottle of Bunderburg Rum (which I gave away).

It’s great being at fundraisers - you feel good, you feel like you are giving something back, and God forbid you ever get cancer, you know that people be helping and supporting you and your family through the pain.

I’m no saint and don’t claim to be.  But each time I volunteer for charity, I feel better than I ever have!  Today is no exception - Damn I feel good!