Island Time: The time vacuum created by the ocean’s presence. Similar to stoner’s time, everything moves nice and slow. Yup, that’s me. Ssslllooooowwww. Merry *belated* Christmas! Hope you had a great one, and built some kickarse sandcastles on the big day… or kickass snowmen, depending on your hemisphere. Or even just enjoyed some non-denominational time off. Peace! …
Chase The Sun.
It was yet another warm afternoon in our driest October on record. Everything seemed faded; the usually blue sky was hazy and pale, bleached almost white on the horizon. The forest seemed dusty, the greens muted, and our tiger grass curled, thirsty. The lawn crunched underfoot. We’d been hoping for a storm for days but had only had a few teasing…
Things That Go Bump In The Night.
***WARNING AGAIN!! Especially for you, Justine. Freaky-ass kids alert.** Have your kids ever scared the crap outta you? Mine have. I don’t mean when they’re doing something dangerous and I’m fretting they’ll hurt themselves, or those times when they have hurt themselves and I’m terrified it’s serious – not that kind of scared. I mean that hackles-raising, cold-sweat-inducing, IS-THIS-MY-CHILD-OR-SOME-KIND-OF-DEMON-SPAWN…
Happy Spooky Week; Part Boo!
***WARNING this post contains elements of the gruesome, ghastly and eww gross. It’s a Halloween post so you might already be expecting that, but I have no way of knowing how squeamish you are so I thought I’d give you a heads up so you don’t end up with your head down… the toilet. The boys had…
Happy Spooky Day! (Part 1)
“Spooky Day” is Rory’s name for Halloween, but I’ve missed it (againnn… that seems to becoming a tradition too). And I missed All Souls’ Day. AND Dia de los Muertos. Let’s make it a spooky week then! The starter flag dropped for the end of year rush last week with Finny’s birthday (SIXTH! Another post…) and…
Hilarious Or Horrifying? You Decide.
Warning: This post is funny as Hell… to me. You might find it funny (that’s why I’m sharing it), find it distinctly UNfunny (more likely) or even downright terrifying. I’ve been wanting to write a Halloween post but I don’t have any awesome spooky tales to tell, so this is just something that happened while I…
Fuzzy Duck, Fuzzy Duck, Fuzzy Duck, Ducky Fuzz.
Ah, spring! *BANG* on time this year. Winter on the Gold Coast is frickin awesome – some might laugh derisively that we refer to our days of blue skies and daily averages of 20-25C “winter”, but it says so on the calendar and besides I did tell you the nights can be bloody freezing rather cold a bit…
This Kid Could Be Trouble.
Yes, Rory, I’m talking about you. He’s always been a cheeky monkey, independent and adventurous, with an air of (Dennis the) menace about him. However, in the past week he has given me reason to believe he is not the guileless 3 year old he has led me to think he is. I think he is…
Blog Hop!! …aka What Am I Doing Here, Episode II.
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”…
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…
Still Not A Journal. 