We help a woman who had me pissing myself laughing
byToday something happened which reminded me what a great thing it is for our family to be involved with helping people around the world through KIVA.
We help a woman who had me pissing myself laughing
The Early Worm
by“Let’s talk business, Dad,” Miss11 said to me while I sipped my coffee. “I’ve got a proposal for you.”
Fire!
byI stay awake some nights unable to fight off the nightmare thought of not being able to get all the kids out in time…
Making Wrong’s Write
byTracey says this post could open the flood gates, but I think we can handel it.
Not As Dumb As Some
byDone it. The first traditional school day after eighteen months of homeschool. I don’t know about the kids but we’re friggin’ exhausted.
It Seems I’m An Open Book
byI blame Marvel.
SecondBite of the Cherry
byOur youngest got a little introspective which resulted in our kitchen getting a little messed up.
Why Are We Here?
byWhy on earth are we back in Gympie when we have a bus decked out with beds? Well, I’ll tell you…
Gimme a ‘Fork No!’
byThe art of Hollaback is not dead. At least not in this family.
The Big O Know
byPhones and driving don’t mix. I know that. And yet today…
Bingo, Gringo!
byMexican is to my kids what Italian was to me. Spaghetti Bog was a treat when I was growing up. We went out to…
I did think it was an odd brief…
byI wrote this as a freelance job on Friday, but it turns out I totally misread the brief. I thought it said ’10 Must-Have Kitchen Items For Slow Cooking’. Instead of waste it I thought I’d share it here. Mind you, I don’t think they’d have approved the spoon reference, do you?
Nothing Up Top
byYou ever put your family in a position which makes you question your ability to parent? Wish I could say ‘me either’.
A Dressing Down
byI’m pretty sure Tracey thinks I usually manage to embarrass myself around other travelling families, but internally I’ve adopted the wonderful idea of myself being quirky….
Post includes a map of our journey so far.
Not Your Average Snowflake
by“You want to know…,” said Tracey slowly, deliberately, quietly into the phone, “…if I have a man with me?” Her expression was suddenly combatant and could be read as, oh, you did not just say that.