“I know you.”

The plumber at my paid work comes in one day, while I’m sitting at the front desk.

He looks at me and says, “I know you”, very matter-of-factly.

“Hello. Do you?” I ask, “Where from?”

“I’m not sure yet, but I know that I know you!” he replies.

“Ok, if you say so!?” I say, as I return to working.

He goes off to do his job, investigating a leaky roof in the kitchen area. I don’t think much of it, I’ve had people say this to me before. I have a terrible memory for names, places, and lots of other things. I can’t recall his face. Maybe I just have a familiar face? After about 5 minutes he comes racing back over to me.

“Ha! I knew that I knew you!!” he almost yells out with excitement.

“Right-o, where from!?” I respond curiously.

“You’re the mum of the three wild rangas!” he says.

“Ha, you got me!” I laugh.

Hilarious. It’s true. I am the mum of the three wild rangas. I’d just never thought of them that way before. It does describe them well. I’d met the plumber after school, at mountain biking. I think as we were chatting on the oval, my crazy cat (3) and middle man (5) were in the middle of a fight about whose imaginary fishing rod, made of a stick that they’d found, was the best, and it was about to escalate into a full-blown stick-sword fight.

Three wild rangas?

It’s a great name for them. There are three of them. All boys. They do all happen to be ‘rangas’. You know, the slang word for red-haired, as in Orang-utan? Also known as… carrot top, match stick, blood nut… What other names have you got!?

 

 

(If you haven’t yet listened to the Tim Minchin song “Prejudice”, now is a good time. Lots of great names in there.)

Three Wild Rangas.

It would be a cool name for a business. Or perhaps, a blog? Maybe some people will enjoy hearing about our adventures. We are a little bit wild.

We live on just under 100 acres of bushland. A property we’ve nicknamed “The Goldie”. We’re in the middle of renovating what will be our “forever home”. We’ll probably be in the middle of renovating it for the rest of our lives… (ok, that was a bit dramatic). But, seriously, there is never going to be any shortage of work to do. We have a few cows, and some lovely little chickens that are pretty much useless as egg layers, but they’re great pets. There are also 2 cute cattle dogs (much like Bluey and Bingo), and 3 (yes three!!) cats. It’s a bit wild.

Either way, we enjoy life, most of the time. I enjoy writing, most days, and it’s a good outlet for all the mess in my head to blurt out, rather than it swirling around inside my head at midnight keeping me awake.

Welcome to…

Three Wild Rangas