When I grow up...

The other day Jed comes running out of his room with a pair of underpants on his head and announced to the world... "I'm gonna be an underwear model"!

Regular Visitors

I’ve noticed I have a few regular international visitors. Drop me a line, say G’day and introduce yourself… direct me to your blog… Don’t be a stranger!

I've had enough!!!

I love my footy.

I love watching these hulking warriors risking life and limb to defend their try line.

I love the creativity of the ball players.

I love to see big men’s bodies contort as they hit each other with the force of semi trailers in a head on collision and I’m never happier than when I get an impromptu glimpse of a well toned glute… but honestly… can we not do something about Nathan Hindmarsh’s rear cleavage? He’s now more recognisable by his “coin slot” than his face.

Seeing an arse you can crack walnuts on and seeing a crack you can put walnuts in are completely different things. It’s the 21st century, surely someone can come up with a strategy to keep Hindmarsh’s heinie hidden.

Child abuse in remote NT communities is a national crisis? I think not… Nathan’s shorts should get the full and prompt attention of the Prime Minister!

She's got your number

Last night the kids were being a little boisterous so Michael started the count (when he gets to three, the shit hits the fan)...

ONE...

Jed runs off up the hall to avoid trouble...

TWO...

Grace runs up the hall after Jed screaming out..."JEEEEDDDDD.... HE NEVER GETS TO THREE!!!!"

Responsibility

On Sunday night while I was doing the dishes I noticed pink paint all over one of the cupboards (we had a little art time during the day).

Jed was hovering around, so I asked him... Who got pink paint all over my cupboard?

His response was... "it wasn't me... I am not responsible"... that sounds like guilt talking right there!!

Cake is dessert?

Last night after dinner we had cake for my birthday and Jed had two pieces of a really rich Boston mud cake. About an hour after…

Jed : Can I have some dessert please?

Me: You already had dessert.

Jed: No I didn’t!

Me: You did! You had two pieces of cake.

Jed: That wasn’t dessert. That was dinner!

When did this happen?

It's my birthday today so I did a little reflecting. You know you’re getting old when you…

· have to calculate your age by subtracting your birth year from the current year
· start conversations with your children that begin with “when I was your age…”
· eat bran to regulate your bowel movements
· wonder why the hell the kids in the city on skateboards aren’t at school
· take twice as long to look half as good
· see clothes you used to wear in the vintage clothing store
· are ready for bed by 10pm
· complain about the volume of iPods on public transport
· make noises when bending over or standing up
· increase your superannuation contributions
· have a cupboard full of heart-burn relievers and haemorrhoid creams
· drive at the speed limit
· wait for the little man to turn green before crossing the road

I don’t know when all of this started… when did I get old???