25 Fun Things To Do In Winter

1.    Spread a rug on the lounge room floor and have a picnic.

2.    Bake a cake.

3.    Play with Lego.

4.    Do a jigsaw puzzle.

5.    Knit a scarf.

6.    Have a pyjama day.

7.    Play with playdough.

8.    Feed the ducks.

9.    Watch a dvd.

10. Drink hot chocolate.

11. Snuggle under a doona.

12. Make a puppet.

13. Hang up wind chimes.

14. Colour in.

15. Read a book.

16. Look at old photos.

17. Dance!

18. Build an indoor obstacle course.

19. Play with fridge magnets.

20. Go to the library.

21. Have a bubble bath.

22. Put out birdseed for birds.

23. Play a card game.

24. Do crafts with leaves.

25. Decorate a tree with streamers to blow in the wind.

Pick A Post: The Popular One

Welcome to my new weekly linky.

So, how does it work? Each week, I'll set a theme. You pick a post to the theme, and link it. That's it. No rules. It would be great if you shared the linky, and shared some comment love. But I wont make you do it. All bloggers may link.

This week, Julia Gillard seems to be most popular choice for Prime Minister. I'm sure it will change a gajillion more times. Barack Obama is struggling for popularity as the presidential election looms, while Greece... well, Greece just struggles.

This week, link your most popular post. Mine is The Blogalogue.

Go! Pick it. Link it. Comment.

Music To My Ears

Recently, my mother described her interpretation of modern music to me. She stuck her arms out like a lame scarecrow, tilted her head, crossed her eyes, and declared today's music is all "ooo, ooo, oooo". Yeah, I don't know what that means, either.

In a related incident, Rachel was playing Who's This. A song comes on the radio, and she says "who's this?" and I have to name the artist. After a few rounds where I successfully identified Nicky Minaj, Pitbull, Usher, Adele, and Lady Gaga, my mother said "I have no idea who those people are", when it hit me: my mother is old.

Gosh. Am I old???? I started to think about what is on my iPod. I lurve my iPod. It's in my car, plays through the stereo, and I sing LOUD. Not well, but loud. There's a huge range on it. There's songs from the 60's onward. I have an outrageous number of songs from my Dreamtime Decade (the 1980s, the time I was young, free and impressionable, the halcyon days of misspent youth). But there's new stuff, too, like Black Eyed Peas, Florider, Drapht, and LMFAO. And yes, Pitbull and Lady Gaga. I'm kinda sucked in by that commercially manufactured fairy floss, One Direction. I can recognise today's music is more than "ooo, ooo, oooo". And I can play Who's This.

Nup. I'm not old. Yet.