I wanted to do this post weeks ago but I’ve had heaps of stuff on. Heaps. Mostly going on blog tours and procrastinating on Facebook. But finally here’s MY blog tour! Er, welcome! I really do want to do it, but I’ve been putting it off because I can’t imagine anyone caring about my motivations or creative “process”…
Category: Humour
Queasyology.
My youngest, Rory, suffers from eczema, and has put up with it since he was only a few months old. He turns a massive FOUR in January. We’ve run the gamut of elimination diets, washes, creams, lotions, ointments, probiotics, antihistamines, less baths, wet wraps and emollients. You name it, we’ve tried it. Well, all except…
The First And Last Adventure.
For all intents and purposes Justine and I first moved out of home before we’d even finished school. For our final two years we attended boarding school in Geraldton, 480 kilometres south of Carnarvon, and only saw Mum & Dad for holidays and the odd long weekend. After we graduated we each spent one more year…
Without A Weg To Stand On.
Since Rory turned the big 03, at bedtime he’s been all “NO Mummy NO cuddles NO kisses NO.” He’s being a stubborn little turd about it (don’t know where he gets it from). He will even tell Daddy to remind me there is to be NO cuddling when I come in; my arm has to be completely off him and…
Birdie Buffet Food Fiiiiiight!
Growing up J had dogs on the family farm, we had cats and a budgie, and naturally we want the boys to also experience DOG BREATH, PUKED UP FURBALLS, BIRD SHIT IN YOUR HAIR the unconditional love of a pet. Both Finn and Rory love animals and pat other people’s whenever they’re allowed. Then without fail ask when we’re…
Cheap Wine & A Three Day Blow.
Every Friday morning we love listening to Like A Version on Triple J during the school run. In case you are reading this from somewhere other than Straya, it’s an awesome radio segment where guest artists play an original song followed by a cover of another band’s song. I just love it when bands give…
Southern Ocean, Speedboats and Spew: Bruny Island, Tasmania.
Something hilarious seems to be wrong with everyone’s hearing on this trip. For example: Mum: Where are we going? Salmonella Park? Me: Salamanca Market Mum. Me: Look, there’s a Shetland pony and alpacas. Justine: They shot a Shetland pony and the alpacas?? The Sunday morning after our Cradle Mountain adventure we headed to Bruny Island, about…
Bucketed: Cradle Mountain, Tasmania.
Do you remember the last family trip you went on? (I mean, before you had your own family and the karmic wheel turned and it became your own kids bludging in the backseat whining “Are we there yet”?) I remember mine well, because it was only last October. Mum and Dad headed to Tasmania and amazingly both Justine…
Stuff That I Love & You Need To Know About: Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell.
Did you read Jane Austen in English class? Or even just because you wanted to? I know she’s not for everyone, but me, I’ve always had a bit of an affinity for Britishness. When I first started reading I worked my way through Enid Blyton’s entire catalogue, and our only TV for years was ABC (the…
Pavanamuktasana My Brains Out.
I first tried yoga on a camping trip about 8 years ago. Yogini Emily taught tried to teach Guy Shannon and I the basics of breathing properly, that the Cat Pose is not a come-on, and that the “Cow Face Pose” has nothing to do with your actual face. The main things I took away was…
Winter Sun Camping Fun. (Lennox Head, NSW)
We recently went on our first camping trip in 2 and a half years; when last we busted out the tent Rory was only just walking (and still eating sand). Summer 2012 really was an ideal time for camping, being characterised by pissing rains and much flooding over most of Queensland, but we persevered and for the first 2 days…
Still in the Red 29,192.
Cast your mind back a few posts (if you’ve been hanging around that long) and you might remember one I did which was heavy on photos because I had loads of things to write about but I couldn’t decide where to start and as a result I didn’t write about any of them and used photos instead. I…
Still Not A Journal. 