Mosey’s Berfdy Bonus Brag Book!

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…

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…

Thunderbird is GO!

Finn turned seven a couple of weeks ago, and all his little heart desired for his birthday was something he’d seen for less than 15 seconds in a TV ad more than two-and-a-half months ago. Someone give that ad agency a raise. No really. It was love at first sight, and he didn’t even know who they were. I …

A Cherry Merry Christmas.

We didn’t think we’d be seeing Mum and Justine for Christmas last year, but thanks to J getting a consulting gig at the last hour, the boys and I squeezed on to a flight south for an early one. I was so thankful we made it. It was important to me to be in Mum’s house, with her and Justine…

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…

‘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…