Ten Things To Look For On ‘The Project’
byA lifetime in the making, a cast of thousands, a budget the size of a large country loaf and we are on the verge of my first tv interview being aired.
A lifetime in the making, a cast of thousands, a budget the size of a large country loaf and we are on the verge of my first tv interview being aired.
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One day in front of the camera and it seems the pressure of growing up in the spotlight is taking its toll on my kids. They appear to be acting out and thumbing their noses at authority. Well, not exactly their noses…
Since agreeing to an interview I’ve been chastising myself for letting people with cameras, microphones and questions into my house to point them all at me.
Seven kids. It’s a lot, you know. So you think by now I’d have more of an understanding about how the little buggers tick. I don’t.
Here’s the thing. Apparently, I am part of the next big thing, a phenomena known as daddy blogging. That’s right, I am phenomenal.
I’m going to let you in on a secret – this recipe business on the blog is the biggest self-serving caper I’ve ever come up with. I do nothing but eat the end results 🙂 YES!
THIS COMPETITION HAS BEEN DRAWN. This is our first giveaway on Big Family, Little Income, although we’re hoping to have more down the track because, quite frankly, we think it’s FUN!
A little box appeared on my computer screen at work yesterday. I’d received an email from Tracey. ‘Your son got his head caught in the bars of his bed.’
It’s been a roller coaster few days, but it looks like the end of the ride is in sight.
This morning I woke up, opened my eyes and my whole body went rigid, undoing in an instant all the good from that nights sleep. “Morning Dad,” grinned Master8.
“Dad,” came the dejected voice of my number one son over the phone. “I’m having one of your days.”
My heart sank for my boy. One of my days is not a good thing.
This fantastic recipe alleviates the drudgery of slicing cheese and finding a biscuit to eat it on by combining the two. Brilliant? I think so too.
I was having a nice breakfast with some girls from work this morning. As clearly this is not the sort of thing life thinks I should be allowed to enjoy, a car slowed down outside the cafe and beeped. It was Tracey and my five youngest kids.
Everyone is jumping out of their skin at the moment because my sister-in-law and her three kids are up for a few days of the holidays, staying at my parents’ place – The Grand Hotel, Gympie.