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I could go on a diatribe as to why I have been … you know… absent, but really – that can be summed up in one word … LIFE.

Here’s some of what’s happened in the last three and a half months since I sat my backside down and thought about writing….

I am sure there were sevenhundredandeleventybillion MORE fabulous things that occurred……, but I am headlong back into studying, parenting, and living life again.

AND…. (never start a sentence with AND – I know…), because I can’t post without photographs……. here’s a couple of my favourites from our day at Dubbo Zoo!

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What grinds my gears?

Oh so much.

Ungrateful whingey bitchy grudge-holding people. Get over it girls (coz let’s face it, girls are the main culprits), there’s more to life.
First-year just out of high school uni students that think it is their right to study and not a privilege. Suck it up kids, do the work, if you get a bad mark, learn from it and do better next time.
Getting a passport photo taken – especially when it’s not even for a passport.
Being two vials (out of six) through a blood test, and your blood stops flowing. Thank you circulatory system for being inadequate!
Public toilets.
Box art. Or specifically the mountains of creations Milla brings home from Kinder and puts in the bed “for Daddy”. Never mind that Daddy won’t be home for three weeks, I am still expected to sleep with it ……. and her, when she comes in for snuggles. We need a bigger bed.
Meal planning. Going through a day with a seed between your teeth and no one telling you about it. My own indecisiveness. Double unders. Talking on the phone whilst in the library. Odd socks.  It’s ALREADY May 1st. Why don’t I have a maypole, and ohmygosh, it’s almost Christmas again……

Ahhh. I feel better.:)

On another note, I have two cheeky giraffes in the house…..

Tell me, what grinds YOUR gears?

Renee Bell - love <3 <3

A catastrophe ended in fabulous memories…

The other day, Mackenzie did the unimaginable, and forgot her Ipad passcode. Catastrophic. We are not big electronic item users, and she had a iPad purely because she has been through some tough stuff, and we felt it would help her in many ways. We were right. Whilst she doesn’t use it a lot, it is treasured. So. Imagine the devastation when she couldn’t remember her passcode. The tears were ginormous. Anyway, long story short – I had to restore her iPad and erase everything.

Whilst syncing some photographs, I came across these gems and they brought back beautiful memories…..


Lest we forget…..

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(apologies – you may need to turn your volume down!)

The Last ANZAC

Every year we remember,
In April and November,
The boats on the water, carrying the brave.
They heard the deadly order to run through the water
It’s time for you to jump boys
You’re fighting to be free.

And with every year a passing
Our nation’s soul’s been marching
Through country towns and city streets
Their memory lives on,
And when peaceful rays of sunlight
My face shine upon
I’m feeling somehow different cos’
The Last ANZAC’s gone

If we need to solve a problem,
Can we talk it through?
Cos’ water looks much better, better when it’s blue
Remember the Last ANZAC
And how he cried for peace
Forever under gum trees
Blue skies over me

I ask myself the question
Time and time again,
The world is so much different
But some things stay the same,
As we ride treacherous waters
May our hearts calm the seas .
Will we hold the ANZAC courage .
And join our hands in peace?
And join our hands in peace?
And join our hearts in peace ?

We got up at sparrows fart this morning to attend our local dawn service.  Only a bloke bugling and another bloke blowing his bagpipes could get me out of bed this morning.  Anything else – and I was all about the sleep!

It was the girls first dawn service, and they did remarkably well – it was only five minutes in when I got the first “my legs are sore”….

All of the girls had some idea of what ANZAC Day is about – their fabulous school held a beautifully moving service yesterday, run entirely by the Year Six students (of which Madison is one).  Milla was more concerned about ANZAC biscuits, and where her next one would come from, rather than the sacrifices made by the ANZACs.  Nevertheless, I was proud of them and their understanding of ANZAC Day. After the service, we watched the sun come up over the water (stunning), and listened to Madison recount her version of the events at Gallipoli (quite accurate I might add….).






The beautiful piece of music above – “The Last ANZAC”, was sung by the School at yesterdays service, and Madison was more than happy to sing it again this morning.  (We have managed to somehow make it appear here for your listening pleasure – my apologies if it is too loud.) The Last ANZAC song was written to perpetuate the memory of Alec Campbell, the last surviving ANZAC who passed away in 2002.  Alec had a favourite saying ‘Peace at home and peace to the world’ He had experienced war and wanted to tell everyone how we should try and avoid future conflicts.

Lest We Forget.


we bought a jeep!

No we did not.

BUT – the girls LOVE the “you’re gonna need a bigger boat” Jeep advertisement on TV, so when I wanted them to smile sweetly for the camera, all I had to do was say” We bought a….”, and they ENTHUSIASTICALLY answered “JEEEEP!”


Welcome to Term Two. it’s nearly Christmas.  

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So. We went to the football…..

Wow. What an experience! It was the majority of our family’s first football experience. Wilbur of course is a professional.

Apparently all you need to enjoy the football is a four’n’twenty, a loud voice, and an ability to throw your arms up in the air in either disgust or excitement. One of those pretty cool ‘pull-apart cheer thingos’ would have been a bonus as well. Oh, and a pair of binoculars to check out those bums and shoulders would have been handy too…….. (Maybe notsomuch for Wilbur……).

What is with the need to stand up during quarter/half time? Not stand and chat. Just stand and do absolutely nothing. I was baffled.

Loved the matehsip that we saw. We were behind a pack of blokes (much like a flock of birds, only male and wingless), who were very civilised, yet passionate without being rude. There was a mix of supporters from both teams, and whilst I would have expected some sort of jocularity and bloke ness, there was not much at all. They jumped up at the appropriate moment, yelled “ooooh”, interspersed with a few “in the back” ‘s (whatever that means), and cheered when someone caught a ball or kicked it towards the sticks. All very lovely really.

Unfortunately the Hawks lost. Bummer. Can’t win ‘em all. We had fun. Let’s do it again sometime.


Will - Your the best blogger

Kylie - :) thanks Wilbur!