Stone The Flamin' Crows!

Hey folks, it's been a while. Well I must apologise for being away for so long. The past couple of months have been chocker-block with this and that. The 'this' being the ever increasing Vanessa, while the 'that' would be the new business I've founded. Both are pretty demanding right now, and for oddly similar reasons.

Otherwise things are all good. I know what you're thinking though. You're thinking that after a couple of months I should have a hoard of golden information that even the most descerning of dragons would be proud of. Well, nope. Or maybe I do but I'm just a little tired and can't think well enough to put together a decent rant. Yeah that's probably it. I'm lazy. You're lazy Malcolm! Pahh!

I'll tell you this though. I am so totally over the feckin' Australian summer! Nine months of hot, hotter and hottest can make a mind all wonkey. Yep, it's been a bad summer this one. Very hot, very dry. That's all I have to say about it. But take a look at the picture (I Scream!) above. It's happening all over the country. Terrible, terrible thing it is too.

Well done to the Sean fella regarding the new job. Woohoo! Listen buddy, you know what you're doing and don't let anybody tell you different! Huge congratulations!

Okay, okay... calm down. Baby news. People, some people anyway, want baby news. Well so far it's all quite good. Vanessa is 32 weeks and only now really starting to feel in anyway uncomfortable. The baby is a bit ambitious, seeing as it thinks it's the size of a 35 weeker! That's a Hamilton for you. We'll have to sort that out. Otherwise everything is text book. Although after the antenatal class we attended on Saturday last, I'm a little shaken....

It was similar to being part of a Uniting Church congregation. Everything said was about pain and suffering, but in the end it's all worth it, angels, paradise, Mozart etc. One of the future mothers there works with Vanessa. She and her husband are really quite young, only just passed their mid-twenties. By the end of the day the poor bloke was looking rather green. The midwife charged with preparing all us newbies for labour day kept dashing off to find a placenta to show us. Our young fella grabbed his missus and legged it before said organ could arrive. Probably a good thing as he managed to miss watching the child birth dvd they presented at the end of the day. Shudder....

Well afterwards, in the car home with his pregnant wife he told her there was no way he could be her support person unless he had a support person of his own. He simply can't see himself being there, watching her go through all that pain! Feckin' mush head! I mean he sort of got her into that situation, so from my point of view he can suck it in and deal with it! After all it's not him who'll be in labour, suffering quietly or screaming wildly with agony for hours as he struggles in whatever position helps him feel even slightly human. As he attempts to get a fricken baby out through his jaxie! Nor will he be the one who looses all dignity in the process! I tell you ladies, there's still a good way to go before you manage to get it through the thick heads of men, the world over, that you are equal to them in every respect except one. Only one. And that is that no man has, or ever will have, the incredible power, gift, ability to carry and bring into this messed up world, a life.

Well I've got to get back to work now. No more slacking off especially as I'm the boss.

Malcolm Hamilton

Managing Director
Double Dare Design & Advertising
Adelaide

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