Building Consent issued

For those that haven't read my earlier posts, I CAD up a new major renovation project for my house, submitted insulation resistances, light and ventilation calcs, weather tightness drawings plumbing & drainage drawings to name a few. I remember back in the 70's when my dad did great drawing for a shed, the finished lean to didn't look anything like the drawings - dreams are free, timber & bricks aren't.
Anyway, having consent has increased the excitement for my wife, who has had me view a dozen different show rooms this weekend looking at tiles, taps, showers and all the other nick nacks. Her new revised estimate only has us $2K short - lets hope I can save a bit on the build.

Did I mention that yet again, while I was in Australia, my house had another plumbing failure - always happens when I'm in Australia. This time it was underground and I had to open a few walls to bypass the leak. I'm planning to re-do the dry wall (gib board in NZ) as I need better water proofing during the renovations, so the new holes can wait a bit.

All this stress means I need to get out more - well that's my excuse and I'm sticking to it.
Please excuse the top, it was free, so why not enjoy it

 

Did I mention my kids had a party, that finished at 3 am and left me picking up about 60 tins and bottles off the garden.
Can you tell I only had 3 hours sleep?
Luckily their empties only 1/2 filled my recycling bin as I remember a 21st that overflowed the bin.

Purge

Purge is a hated word in cross dressing circles.
Basically we throw out all our female stuff (clothes, breast forms, wigs, shoes).
Normally when we feel guilty that there is something wrong with us (there isn't), or pressured by family, or how I feel currently, which is happier as a male.
I've been there once or twice before, but know that with stress or time or whatever the hell triggers these personality switches, I will be needing my girl stuff again (the golden rule is we are stuck with this condition forever, so never throw away your girl stuff).

I made a commitment to have a girls brunch, so this morning I put my girl stuff on and waited and waited. It was about 15 minutes latter, while having a morning coffee that I was relaxed enough and felt like I was correctly dressed.
Before the manly cowboy time on the farm a few weeks ago, I would have woken as a female or if not, I could have switched personalities in milliseconds.

 

I would like to thank my wife for the loan of her skirt as my legs are too hairy to wear my shorter skirts and she has requested that they stay hairy - as if.

After coffee I visited KMart and tried on a few outfits, fell in love with this top but since I had already this weekend spent $150 on plumbing pipes and fittings (this time to bypass an underground leak). I decided not to spend my money just yet.

Eventually it was time to meet up with my girlfriend Josie, for brunch.
The manager did ask why we were away for so long as we used to be regulars, but sometimes real life gets in the way of fun outings.

 

Dropping my alter ego

Sorry, I've been away, besides my blog was turning into a me-drinking-coffee blog.

I've been playing cowboy in Western Australia, so much more fun than playing girl.
Australia has a great range of wild life so my camera has been with me most of the time.
Sorry again, no girl time and this farm adventure has all but killed my need to dress, but it's also an invitation to look at who I've always thought I was in real life.