2007 in Pictures
1 January 2008, 08:19
Christmas Breakfast in Newcastle
Scout’s First brush with the law in December
Scout enjoys a little Spring Racing action in November
Kinki’s appearance on Temptation. Filmed in July – shown in August.
Scout turns 18 months in July
Scout’s First Mother’s Day Craft in May
Scout Turns One in January!
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31 December 2007, 08:26
I have to say I’ve been uninspired to write very regularly of late (says I after 4 posts in a row). Truth is my life is rather uneventful and whilst I would love to keep sharing photos of Scout with you as she grows up and out, that can’t be very interesting to anyone but me. Or her as she loves looking at photos of herself.
Most of my energies have gone into channeling Scout by way of Wrigglepot , which pings my creative tuning fork more than recounting the peculiarities of my day ad nauseum.
But I’m coming up to the 7 year Itch with this blog, enjoying a love/hate relationship with it and am finding it mentally challenging to consider giving it up entirely, so I’m not sure what to do. Perhaps a redesign will reinspire me? Change the focus to an irreverent parenting blog and piss a lot of people off? I seem to do this without even thinking in real life so won’t be difficult on the web.
Have others felt this lack of spirit with their blogs? What have you done in this situation and did it work??? I need help!
Aftermath
30 December 2007, 09:01
In Newcastle, Scout was obsessed with two things – Chickens (aka “didditch” accompanied by flap of her arms) and the Pool. Back in Melbourne, every single morning she’s woken up and said, with a hopeful flap of her arms;
“Mummy!” Daddy!” “Didditch?” “Pool?”
Christmas Montage
29 December 2007, 16:02
I'm dreaming of a Dry Christmas
28 December 2007, 08:41
8 days. 7 adults. 3 families. 1 toddler. 1 House.
Considering the stats, we didn’t pull up so badly over Christmas. Uncle John accommodated us, McG’s folks and his own daughters in his Newcastle home and with 8 very different personalities zooming around within 4 walls it could have been quite the hothouse, but it was terrific fun. I feel blessed that McG’s family have welcomed me with open arms, but I’m forgetting that, hell, I’m distantly related to them even without being married to McG (sorry)!
Christmas Day was a dry Christmas for me, though. I’d had a particularly dodgy batch of Baileys on Saturday night and thought the violent heave-hoing at 2am on Sunday was a direct consequence of mixing this Baileys with red wine and rum (not in the same glass) but by Christmas Day (Tuesday) I was still sick and the thought of quaffing even a small glass of champagne (Bollinger no less) queased me right up. I couldn’t even face my own Cassata sensation! It was only on Friday, when we were firmly ensconced back in our Melbourne home, that I started to feel better.
Scout sure made up for her mum’s weak-as-piss liver, though – the “poor” mite, who’d had but a skerrick of processed sugar in her short life, had 3 of her grandma’s massive honey biscuits (special recipe), countless (shot) glasses of punch (hopefully not alcoholic, but by the end of lunch it was difficult to tell which carafe was which), pavlova, whipped cream and chocolate santas. No wonder she was ricocheting off the walls.
Yo Cuz!
26 December 2007, 18:13
It appears that me and my husband are related.
Before you book us a one way ticket to Utah or force us into a Woody Allen marathon (a truly horrific fate), the connection is very tenuous – turns out a distant relative of his is married to my mother’s cousin. Hmm. What are the chances of that? McG and I weren’t even brought up in the same town, the only way we found out about it is that his uncle John and my mother’s cousin’s husband are on the same school board together and had worked out that there was a connection between them going a few generations back.
Ah genealogy isn’t it fascinating? All afternoon McG looked like he was about to throw up his liquid lunch. And I’ll probably get whacked by him for posting this here but hell, it amuseth me, punters.
Scout's Stage Debut
8 December 2007, 16:04
Banter with Bruce Beresford (+ Name Dropping Central)
5 December 2007, 20:07
By virtue of the fact that I manage a stack of graduates (oh the glory days of having 7 Gen Ys on my books) I was invited to the Graduate Close Event at work. In particular, I finagled (speeling wot?) a spot at the presentation by Li Cunxin, who’s name I am certainly unable to pronounce but who wrote “Mao’s Last Dancer”. He was frikkin’ amazing – his story drove me to well up on several occasions (just a wee bit of dust in me peepers, thank you, graduates) and everyone was enthralled for over an hour.
His book is being made into a film next year, and the Director, Bruce Beresford (if you say you don’t know who the F Bruce Beresford is, then, my friends, you are either UN-Australian or a Gen Y and if so, what the hell are you doing reading this sanctimonious, indulgent excuse for a blog, hmmmmm?). I left straight after Li’s talk and happened across Bruce in the lift as he was exiting the building.
Now, I’m not starstruck in the least, but Bruce is an amazing director and I love his work. He is one of the Holy Trinity of Aussie Directors, along with Peter Weir and Phil Noyce, I don’t care what you say. But I forget I’m a film and drama student working in a BANK so couldn’t really expect anyone in said BANK to know who Bruce was, so my name dropping spiel fell on deaf and uncaring ears. Sigh.
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