My 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.
These wonderful dippers are just as nice to nibble on by themselves. The garlic rub gives them a fantastic little zing which I love.
This is a dip Tracey and I fell in love with nearly fifteen years ago, while we were courting.
Bought dips are great but there’s nothing quite like putting together fresh ingredients to come up with something far superior to really treat your taste buds.
“You stay home with the sleeping baby,” I told my wife, “and get some editing done, and I’ll take the others to the pool.” I pictured me reading a book while they splashed around in the wading pool. No. Not even close.
“I think,” I said to my wife with just a hint of tone when she suggested waiting for me to arrive before registering the kids for athletics, “I can manage to fill out a form or two.”
Turns out I was wrong.
“How was school today?” I asked the kids when I arrived home from work. It’s my usual line. I followed it up with my other usual line. “Tell me something good which happened.” I’d never have guessed the answer….
While we don’t seek to actively avoid it, gambling isn’t something we normally encourage in this house: It just doesn’t come up.
Still, our hand was kind of forced this week when a letter from a distant family member arrived with a $1 Scratchie for each of my little darlings.
The first two weeks of Little Athletics are a trial, and next week we’ll be signing the kids up and paying our fees. I’m not sure if it’s because we deal so much in hand me downs in this big family, but the kids are super excited because they get a new shirt.
“She can spend the rest of the afternoon picking up the dog poo in the back yard,” said my friend’s husband. My friend had pictured a different sort of punishment, something more like weeding or doing the edges.
Drivers Licenses bring out the vain little person in all of us, don’t they?
Master8 made these with Grandma this morning and the whole lot have already disappeared.
People always assume, because I have so many kids, I’m good with tips and parenting advice. Nuh huh. The only thing seven kids proves is I have no rhythm.
I can only guess what must have been going through the mind of Miss9 when she cast an eye over my Fathers Day gift.
The husband of a friend of mine is in a bit of a foul mood at the moment, because his new fishing rod is broken. Here’s what happened…