This post is for you Mosey! AKA that annoying awesome sister of mine – Justine, who had a big birthday recently! I’ve been AWOL from here for over a month because I’m making her a rather large photo brag book. It should come in handy as her memory is no doubt starting to go. (Mosey this is…
Tag: Justine
Dear Lobsters…
Not a sponsored post, but I sure am plugging stuff in it. Guess what? I won a blogging award! The best one, in my opinion – a Liebster, which is a big warm I likeses you from fellow bloggers and makes me feel all gooey. I was first nommed by Half A 1000 Miles –thanks Huffy!- with whom I fell instantly…
On The Other Day…
Poor Rory. I reckon having your birthday at the start of January is almost as bad as having your birthday on Christmas Day, at least when your mum’s as useless as me. His birthday sneaks up on me every new year! It doesn’t help that we’re usually travelling, or recuperating from travelling, and my brain is still AWOL. As I did…
Silent Night, Holy SHIT It’s Hot.
Merry belated Christmas! It was the second Christmas for us this year: a while back the boys and I travelled via Jetstar DeLorean to Ballarat (henceforth B-Rat) for Christmas Day 2015 Take One. It was lovely and we had a great time but OMG it was so hot it wasn’t just the turkey’s arse that got roasted. It seemed a typical B-Ratty summer; we arrived on…
Indiana Jones & The Shitty 80’s Memorabilia.
Whilst in Ballarat (henceforth B’rat) we did some touristy stuff, caught up with rellies, chilled out, and also GOT SHIT DONE. As mentioned in my last post, the garden was Priority #1. Priority #2 was to sort out the random accumulated crap in the guest room wardrobe and drawers. I was curious as to what I’d find, but determined…
Squishy.
I shall call him squishy and he shall be mine. And he shall be my squishy. Happy 4th birthday, gorgeous boy! – Michelle
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…
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…
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…
Here Be Dragon…flies.
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…
A Small Essay On Why I’m Here, To Possibly Answer Your Question; “Why Am I Here?”
So I’ve wanted to start a blog for a while – and I want it to be frickin awesome. (At least, not total shit.) I’ve always loved to write but never thought of myself as a ‘writer’… then I watched Sister Act 2 again. (*reader groans and says what the?* …Stay with me for a sec.)…
Still Not A Journal. 