My Brush With Death
byNot many men have gone this close to making a truly fatal mistake and lived to tell the tale…
Not many men have gone this close to making a truly fatal mistake and lived to tell the tale…
If you’ve got a student in the house, or if you’re one yourself, then you probably don’t have money to throw away on mobile networks. Every cent counts, yeah?
1. House proud. To Tracey: “Aye been polishing ma deck all morning. Would yee care to take aarr look?”
I confess, after all the ‘chat’ on my latest post, it was the word vaccines which initially attracted me to Rumbidzai’s application. That, and I really like eating chicken.
Why is it, the more outrageous the conspiracy theory, the more people are prepared to believe it? The moon landing. Shakespeare. Area 51. Vaccinations.
I’m not a cycling fanatic. In fact, my preparation for this ride was an exhausting four and a half kilometer ride to my friends place on the previous Thursday, so he could check the oil and water and load it on the car.
“We played Charades last night,” Grandma told me when she dropped Master9 and Miss7 home from a sleepover. “It was…interesting.”
Suddenly, our bedroom door swung open and Master9 stepped into the room. “Can I…,” he started to say, but then finished with an, “AHHHH!” and ran from the room clutching at his eyes.
If you’ve ever read one of my posts and then thought, ‘what the hell is Tracey doing letting him near her children’, you’re not alone. I have too.
My big gift for Fathers Day this year was a huge surprise in that it wasn’t beer. Not even a stubby.
We had everything we needed for this recipe in the pantry and fridge, except the shallots and fresh peas (although we’ve a few packs of frozen peas, so we could have coped quite well).
I have been tagged by the lovely Lisa from Two Point Five Kids to tell you five things about myself that you probably don’t already know.
Or maybe you do. There’s over 1200 individual blog posts on this site now and I can’t remember what the hell I’ve written.
I’d seen her slip a whoopie cushion onto my chair, so I was prepared for that familiar ‘wet’ sound. Or so I thought.
I can’t believe the MND (that’s Australian for ALS – must be the accent) Ice Bucket Challenge finally caught up with me, although I knew it eventually would.
The good thing about kicking the kids into the backyard is having the house to myself for an hour. Well, that’s the dream.