Flat out here... as usual.

Righto, as usual I have been flat out doing stuff. 

For a start I am sick to death of Mummy and Daddy telling me I am getting too big for all my old toys and that they now belong to Prentess.

Yep, see, I sure showed them.  I can still fit in them no worries.  I think Daddy was impressed, he did have a silly grin on his face.

But that is not the end of this story.  I think that Daddy seen that I was a big girl now.  Well it was that, or he was sick to death of me hogging his computer all the time.  As you know, I am pretty good on the computer.
But check this out.

Correct again.  Daddy got me my very own computer.  Now I can watch all my programs and not be interrupted by Daddy's silly emails and stuff.  I know it only looks like I am looking at the ABC site, but I am not.  This just pops up when anyone is around to hide what I am actually doing.  I could tell you what I am doing, but it is a bit technical for most people, so I wont bore you with the details.  Lets just say that it is very technical.

So anyway, after all the computer work, it was time for another trip back to the farm.  The farm is Ok, the air is good and so is Nanna's cooking.  But I am still not a big fan of the chores.  They never seem to end at the farm, you think you are going there for a rest, but it never is.

As soon as we arrived, I made Pa sit down and we had a serious talk.  I told him that I didn't want to do chores, I really laid down the law.  Pa just laughed, I do not think that he thought I was serious...  but I was.
But I will let you in on a bit of a secret.  There is only so much playing one can do before you get bored, very bored.  Everyone had something do do except me.  So I wondered off to find out what everyone was up to.

Pa was fixing the trailer.  Seems a wheel had siezed and would not turn any more.  So I got right down in there for a look.  I could see the problem straight away.  As you know, I am pretty good at fixing stuff, all I need is a screw driver.  Anyways, I tried to tell Pa how to fix it, but he didnt seem to want to listen.  So when he ducked off for some more tools.......

Yep...  I just got right on in there with my screw driver.  Fixed it right up I did.  I told Pa that all he needed to do was put the wheel back on.  I could have done it, but gee, I should not have to do everything right?

Anyways, moving on.  I think the real reason why the wheel stopped going around was that Pa had too much weight on it, I mean have a look at this.

I jumped on top just to show you how big it is.  This is a big Mallee tree stump.  Pa says that it weighs over a tonne.  Now I have no idea what that means, but it must be heavy because it stopped the wheel working.  So that is a lot.  Most normal people cut these things up to burn on the fire to keep the kids warm.  But not my Pa, no way, he goes round and collects all the big ones.  He was talking lots about how he is going to cut them up into slabs with a big saw and once he has the slabs he is going to make tables and things out of them.  Sounds like a lot of work to me, I think he would be better off stoking the fire with them.  But we will see what happens after he makes the first one.  I might change my mind, but until then, Burn em Pa, Burn em.

Next we had to get the sheep in, seems they have gone and gotten all wooly and needed to have a hair cut.  I had a hair cut once, but it was only a small one.  Sheep have all their hair cut off.  I think they would be cold.  Brrrr.

Daddy said that I could ride the motorbike to chase the sheep into the yards.  We all know that I am a great sheep shoo'er, but that was in the ute.  I rekon I would be a greater sheep shoo'er on a motor bike, so I gave it a crack.

The Motor bike was very big.  It was uncle Cowans.  I could do the handle bars no worries, but I could not reach the pedals with my feet.  Bugger, I thought they would reach by now.  So Daddy told me that I had to wait to be a motorbike sheep shoo'er.  That made me sad.
But that was OK, because they gave me a new and very important job.   Chief Sheep Counter.

First Nanna showed me what I had to do.  It was a pretty easy job, but gee it was an important one.

Here I am doing my Chief Sheep Counter job.  I am a good counter.  At the end Daddy asked me how many sheep I counted.  I said very proudly, "FOUR".  That made Daddy and Pa laugh.  That means I am a good sheep counter.  I hope I get that job next time too.

I bet you can all guess what Prentess was doing during all this.......

YEP... you guessed it.  Doing what she does best..  NOTHING.  She slept the whole time I was doing my sheep counting job.

Righto, well I better go and do something that gives Mummy and Daddy an excuse to yell at me.  Stay tuned for that!!