Back in February my sister, who has long dabbled in the performing arts, scored a gig in a promo video/website for a cool new camping whatsit. The inventor, Helmut, has a highly admirable DIY ethic and had advertised online for someone to do the narration and demonstration while he would script, shoot and edit the video…
Dad, Everyone; Everyone, Dad.
This post is about my amazing Dad, who passed away on the 25th of March 2014, aged 69. These words are an abridged version of the eulogy I helped give, which was in turn an abridged version of a hero post I’d been in the middle of writing. I had wanted Dad to read it but suddenly there wasn’t…
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…
A Very Expensive Weekend. Yet Actually Not.
Have just taken stock for this past weekend… Item A: $120.00 for removal of fully grown deadly Eastern brown snake from near our front door on Saturday afternoon. This was a scant few hours before we were due to have some friends over, with a large kidlet contingent. Serpent wasn’t even found, but presumably took…
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,…
Apparently You’re Never Too Old To Be A FanGirl.
So I can’t remember whether I’ve owned up to being a geek yet…but you’ve probably extrapolated this, since I already admitted I’m a nerd, and it’s kind of a “potaito, potarto” thing. I’ve always loved tv and movies with SF / Fantasy by far my favourite genres, starting with (1970s) Doctor Who and (1980s) AstroBoy and Spider-Man…
Where I get my undies in a wad about undies.
Ok, you might notice this is filed under ‘rants’ so heads up on lots of italics for emphasis, as well as a *LANGUAGE WARNING*. (Not too much, just when it really really really fucking needs it.) This is our local Rip Curl surf store down in Burleigh. Notice anything? I crack the shits every time…
Still Not A Journal. 