Remember blimmin’ months ago when I promised to tell you about the time I went for a stroll around the block, decided to go off-trail into the bush and nearly put myself into a survival situation? Well I’m finally making good. It happened on Easter Sunday. I remember it well, because I’d eaten a shitload of chocolate and was…
Tag: could’ve been worse
I’m Doing CrossFit and Haven’t Died Yet.
So one stinking hot summer morning back in January, obviously suffering from heatstroke, I signed up for an 8 week CrossFit challenge. As I said in my last post, I’d been trying for years to get my fitness back but for various reasons it wasn’t really working. Week One: Saturday morning rocked up at Urban Energy Fitness for registration and weigh-in….
My Parents Went On Holiday And All They Brought Back Was This Cursed T-Shirt.
(Not my parents. I am one of the parents; it was poor Finny who got the cursed t shirt.) Do you or your kids have a particular item of clothing that seems… unlucky? A pair of shoes made from a broken mirror? Or something handmade by Buffalo Bill? Maybe said item cops an unfair share of abuse. Shorts…
Nothing Says “Summer” Like A Maggot Rodeo!
Storm season started weeks ago – I’ve already told you about how lightning blew up one of our trees back in September – and it feels like summer’s cranking, even though it only just officially started today. We’ve already had a record October with temperatures in the mid 30s. (Celsius.) (ie around 95F.) (In the middle of spring!) When the mercury climbs in…
1.21 GIGAWATTS!?!?
Yesterday was *mostly* boring as we had to stay indoors – Rory had kinesiology for his allergy to our tallow wood blossoms on Monday and needed to avoid them for 25 hours afterwards. I didn’t want to go anywhere as we’ve been out heaps this holidays (playdates to the movies and the beach, Swell Festival, Oz…
Kodak Moments Part 2: Mummy Cuddles.
Part 2 of my belated Mum’s Day post. Part 1 was more about the funner, happier, more positive side of parenting – the stuff that’s usually the focus on Mother’s Day; the stories of cute kids, and happy families, and warm fuzzies. … And farts. As long as they’re funny and without fallout. This one, though, is about…
Goldilocks & the Ginger Bears.
The Enzed odyssey continues at long last… The 4 hour drive from Dunedin to Arrowtown was fairly uneventful. (Well the first 3.5 hours were very uneventful and the last 0.5 very eventful, so that’s on average.) It felt so nice to be in the country again. We stopped for munchies in Milton and saw farmers politely removing muddy gumboots before…
How To Make Funs & Influence Little People.
Finn turned 6 in October and he is so chuffed. I am too – another wonderful year of his company. He’s doing great; loving school, meeting new mates and having adventures of his own, which is fantastic and to be encouraged, even if he leaves us behind sometimes. This was brought home to me at…
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…
Make Like A Tree… And Get Outta Here.
We love our trees. We’d live inside a tree if we could, but too bad we’re not termites. Our ace builder Clint retained as many trees as possible on our acre block and we’ve planted dozens more in the last 3 years… he also put our house on poles so we could look out upon trees and treetops and be…
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…
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…
Still Not A Journal. 