Showing posts with label races. Show all posts
Showing posts with label races. Show all posts

Monday, 12 November 2012

Melbourne Cup

I am a little behind on the blogging especially as there are things to share. I'll catch up eventually but be prepared for out of order events.
 
Melbourne Cup, the race that stops a nation, apparently. It didn't stop us. Two out of four kids wanted to watch it when given the option (well it was one of those days and one wasn't given an option). They came back excited about the results, more excited about the horses racing than the results if the truth be told.
 
For Melbourne Cup afternoon I came up with a few fun things to do after school like creating their own Melbourne Cup hat and groovy glasses to go with.
 


 
We also had some races like pin the tail on the horse. For this game I drew up some horses butts on the board and the kids were given strips of paper to make a tail from and some blue tack. The rules were that they could only put on one piece of 'tail' at a time. They started at the start line and ran to the front put on a piece of tail and ran back to the start line for a new piece. Heaps of fun!

 
We couldn't have Melbourne Cup without a horse race and considering we didn't have hobby horses or enough brooms it was decided that I would torture the kids with a balloon horse race. The kids had to run around the school building with a balloon horse between their legs and not drop it. Yeeha! There were a few heats happening with all the same participants funnily.


 
As something different for smoko we made some yummy smores using choc buds, marshmallows and bought biccies. One biccie with a choc bit and a marshmallow was put in the oven for a bit and when the marshmallow was all melted inside the top biccie was put on to squash it all down. Yum!



Thursday, 18 August 2011

A Day at the Races

Well there is always a first time for everything and being open to new experiences I FINALLY attended my first race meet. What a day!
We all got dolled up … dresses, stockings, heels, hair … the lot. A huge contrast to the daggy jeans, flannelet shirt, pony tail and no shoes that … hey, why didn’t anyone tell me my buttons weren’t matched up.

We spent the day sipping champagne (entirely gross in my opinion) and cursing the fact that we had chosen to wear high heels (come to think of it the person who invented them too). We took part in ‘fashions on the field’ (again cursing high heels), cheered on horses that we were sure would win but whose names we didn't know,
watched and took part in the novelty races
This gives a whole new meaning to wheel barrow races.
and danced the night away. Finally, after relaxing near a fire with new friends, we rolled into our swags.
The next day we all rose a little bleary eyed with many worse for wear and trouped off back to the various towns and stations from where we came, stopping off for bacon and egg burgers along the way …YUM!

Well now to roll the swag for the next weekend away ...