Remember those camping virgins we went to Kenilworth with, hoping to laugh at all their stupid first time camping mistakes only to completely cock up our own camp site? Aah yes, good times, good times. Well not long after that when they proved they weren’t completely useless, we went on another weekend camp trip to … Continue reading Family Camping at the 9 Mile Cobb and Co Campground
Oh the holidays- time for togetherness and family, friends and good times. It all starts off quite well until about Day 4 when the bloating and the sunburn and the odd hangover of note turns that blessed time into a foray of snippiness and rolled eyes behind pissed off backs. Forget racist/sexist/homophobic comments or adults … Continue reading 12 Ways to Piss Off Everyone You’ve Ever Known Over the Holiday Season.
My dear grandmother passed away last week. She was 95. She made us clothes, toys, biscuits, birthday cakes, crocheted blankets and ceramic ornaments I now treasure. We would stay with her almost every school holiday for at least a week; she taught us dirty nursery rhymes as we curled up on her bed of a morning and then … Continue reading Evelyn
Warning: As the title suggests, this post contains sweary words. As the end of Term 3 approaches, along with its associated Shit Storms, comes the weather event I dread the most: The Illness Shit Drizzle. Why a Shit Drizzle you ask? Because a Shit ‘Storm’ suggests a cathartic and reasonably brief expulsion of loud noise … Continue reading End of Term Shit Drizzles.
Warning: Swear words inhabit this post. As a university student living in a share house in Brisbane, parties were a regular facet of life. Parties at our house, other peoples’ houses, colleges, parks, pubs, on boats, at bus stops… Furniture would be rearranged, chips and beer bought, ice and eskies sourced and of course a … Continue reading Party like you’re ninety-nine
I don’t like to admit I’m wrong very often. Actually that’s not right, I’ll admit I’m wrong at the drop of a black (I’m sure it was white) hat. What I don’t like to do is take a really firm stance on something everyone has an opinion on and then admit I might have got … Continue reading That time I admitted I was wrong- a Thermomix moment.
Warning: This post contains swears. I used to love making dinner. I’d talk about it with my work colleagues and we’d discuss which spice to use and whether I needed red or brown onion. And then I’d pop into the shops on the way home and buy those onions and ten other things I didn’t … Continue reading Why Jamie Oliver Needs to Go Back to Maths Class.