This post is one for you GoT fans out there. If you aren’t one, I won’t hold it against you, just sidle away quietly. That said if you are a Game of Thrones fan and are not up to date with all the TV episodes / have somehow managed to dodge all the spoilers for this…
Category: Humour
‘Mother’ Is A Name AND A Verb.*
Mother’s Day today. My sixth! It gets a little more exciting every year; as the boys get older they understand more and more that it is Mummy’s Special Day. Today I am allowed to sleep in and be made a fuss of. I would like to be woken (at a reasonable hour) by my happy squirming boys rolling on me with yells…
Spiders And Geckos And Snakes…Oh My God.
It feels like we’re living in a zoo at the moment. I’m not having a go at the boys, who are mostly very well behaved and quite easy to live with. Despite endlessly dropping stuff on the floor, leaving doors open, losing things, screaming matches, the cycles of delaying tactics at dinnertime, bathtime, bedtime… if…
Dropped It Cos It Was Hot.
Please note: For the duration of this post I shall be mostly referring to the general buttocks area as “ASS” rather than the correct Australian slang of “ARSE” because it somehow just seems more appropriate. My mad awesome friend Jenny is currently doing pole dancing classes and while we were round her place for dinner…
Fashion Police Cadet
An exchange with Roars yesterday morning; “Mummy why you still in ‘jamas?” “These aren’t pyjamas! It’s a dress!” *blank stare* “…dress?” So either I need to wear dresses more often so my 3 year old knows they aren’t pyjamas, or I need to buy dresses that cannot be mistaken for sleepwear. Here’s the nightie: And…
Kids & Sport: Easy…Breezy.
Finn started his first after school activity last week; In2Cricket, a cricket program that runs for an hour a week for 7 weeks. He’s pretty keen; we play driveway cricket quite often, he’s got fantastic hand eye coordination (not from me) and is a great all-rounder. I’m looking forward to seeing him play sport as…
Where The Bloody Hell Was I?
Hi! Yes it’s been quite a while (*coughTHREEMONTHScough*) but here I am back again. And no, I didn’t have a baby, or traverse the Antarctic, or fall into a large crack in the ground… I just got a little distracted. Yes, for three months. I know. I seem to have developed a quite severe attention…
Hallowe’ek Late.
See what I did there? Except now it’s two weeks late because, as I previously mentioned, the PC shat itself. Here’s how this post started last week: In keeping with my usual impeccable timing and highly developed organising skills, here’s my Halloween post exactly seven days late. …A clear case of tempting fate. Anyway here’s…
NaBloPoMoOHNO.
It’s a good thing I’d decided against NaBloPoMo this year (which is “National Blog Posting Month” for those not in the know, where the challenge is to blog every day for the month of November, possibly while also growing a moustache) because our PC has shat itself. i had however decided to post more often,…
Incy Wincy & I Come To An Agreement.
You know how I might’ve intimated I’m a bit of an arachnophobe? Well a rather biggish huntsman appeared in the office a week or so ago, and has somehow still not ended up upside down on the floor with a broom through his head. I think I’m becoming more tolerant, you know, growing as a…
How To Make What The Hell Salad Pie
“We’re making a salad pie. They used to eat it all the time in the olden days, and we know how to make it. Now we just need to put on the pink icing. You have to eat it warm or else it tastes like poo.” They made this for me today. I think…
School Trippin’: Red Dirt & Blue Skies. (Dampier, Western Australia)
The Journal Continues… May 1987. I was caught up in a veritable whirlwind of exciting events this month, I’m amazed I found time to write it all down (they really need to invent a sarcasm font). We won a school quiz night where we scored an Amcal Chemist beach bag, a movie rental voucher, and…
Still Not A Journal. 