Remember The Dragon
byTonight, when I suggested Chinese for dinner, Tracey could have said, “Remember the Dragon.” Only she didn’t. So I’m seeing this as her fault….
September, 2013
Dream Lover
by“Umm…,” Tracey began this morning, a sheepish look on her face. “I have to ask you something because I’m not sure if it was a dream or actually happened.” uh-oh.
Fear Of Fun
byAn opportunity has presented itself where I may get to have myself a little adventure.
A League Of Their Own
byI’ve got to say, this family experiment into watching sport on a weekend is really going well – I actually ‘got’ a footy joke the other day. Laughed and everything.
Double Trouble
by“Where’s my coffee?” I muttered for the fifth or sixth time. The urgency in my voice was increasing, as was the sinking feeling in my gut. “Where’s my coffee?!”
The Tooth Scary
by“You’ll need a new toobrush,” my wife told me. “Our youngest daughter got hold of it.”
Miss1 has a habit of cleaning the toilet with toothbrushes so we have a habit of locking the bathroom and keeping them out of her reach.
My Fair Ladies
byHave you ever done that thing where you’re speaking to someone with an accent and suddenly you’ve got one too?
Homemade Hummus Dip Is Easy
byHummus is one of those things you buy without realizing how simple it is to make. And by simple I mean this took longer to assemble all the ingredients and processor than it did to put together.
Against All Odds
by“I really don’t want to,” Miss9 enthused. But I chose to ignore it, sprouting off some nonsense about wishing to show my daughter a bit of culture and how she’s always saying she wants a pony: shouldn’t she at least see one up front and personal? Fact was, I just didn’t want to show up alone.
Toe Nut
by“Donuts!” Miss3 had squealed delightedly. She was ‘helping’ Tracey put away the groceries. “Mummy, I love donuts. Tank you!”
There were no donuts. This was going to be a problem.
We Help A Woman In Kenya Stock Her Shop
byMaybe, just maybe, I chose the girl in the picture as the recipient of this month’s loan because of her lovely smile. Or maybe, just maybe, it was because my daughter, Mishaela (otherwise known as Mishi) is home in G-town at the moment and when I saw this lady’s name I just couldn’t click past it.
Any Port In Arrr Storm
by“Arrr, morn’n maties,” was what I greeted the kids with this morning. They looked at me like I’d lost it.
The Little Shits
by“I don wanna see your doodle!” Miss3 pointed and screamed sweetly at me this morning. I was in the shower and she’d just burst…
Our 30 Minute Makeover !!
byWe’re always watching renovation and redecoration shows on the telly, and it seems the concept is rubbing off on some of the children. Well, on one of the children.
Picking Sides
byMy friends at work were very supportive when they heard I was going to write some posts around the NRL finals for IGA.
“You?! Petero Civoniceva walked into the office and you didn’t even know who he was! Do you even know what NRL stands for?” they scoffed.