Getting away
31 December 2005, 13:20
That’s holding the ball, Umpire!!!... Click to enlarge in Gallery
McG and I’ve just returned from a couple of glorious days down the coast at Rye. And never in my life have I seen Australia look more like Japan… there were people everywhere, I’m not kidding. You had to fight for a patch of sand, a carpark, a spot in the “highway” (the Nepean is so not a highway, it’s more of a crawlway) queue. The only thing missing was a band of friendly chaps to take your order for beachside bentos + cocktail service.
We have friends who have a holiday home down there which is about 10 minutes walk to the Beach, but Fat Gut can’t even walk that far, so McG was burdened with having to drop me off and attempt to sell his first-born (ouch… not yet thanks…) for an illegal park.
Rye Beach Hut (I think is meant to be Astroboy with a dodgy blue dye-job)...
The water, however, was magnificent. Melbourne is not exactly a beach culture and you kinda have to drive 2 hours from the city to hit a decent beach, but hell, it was worth it…
Returned last night to rather “balmy” temps - am doing my damnedest today not to lose my pleasant disposition in 43 degree heat. Yes. It really is very hot. Thank crap for aircon and a Husband who agrees to tackle the shopping in such a stifling state…
Since getting back, we’ve caught up with various friends in town for fly-in visits. At brunch this morning, the first thing our friend “S” said to me, was “Look at your boobs! They’re… magnificent!!!” Why, yes they are in fact. Pregnancy makes for top-shelf boobs. ‘Tis certainly a shame they are flying south for the Summer…
S was fascinated with Fat Gut and kept wanting to touch it. This I certainly don’t mind and it’s nice when people ask if they can touch it (which S did). So far I haven’t had any strangers copping a feel, but work colleagues and friends have occasionally gone the grope without asking. I don’t hate that exactly, but it is in the Golden Triangle people and can be a tad confronting.
Fat Gut, Friend & Husband…
Tonight’s New Years plans are very simple. Eat a salad. Have a cold shower. Get my Gut out. That is all. Anything else would be mere folly…
Permanent Link | Comments [3]Baby Tipping Comp - Closing Soon!
28 December 2005, 09:40
This post will appear at the top of the page until MiniMc is born
The Baby Tipping Comp will be closing next Tuesday, 3 January. MiniMc will be full-term then (37 weeks), so could happen any day after that. If you want to get your tips in, do it now! We still haven’t decided what the prize will be. We’re not very organised like that.
What you’re tipping:
1) will MiniMc be a boy or a girl?
2) What date will MiniMc be squeezed out?
3) How much will s/he weigh?
To cast your vote, go to the Baby Tipping Page…
and check out MiniMc’s new site, cheeky monkey…
Christmas Fun with Kinki & McG
25 December 2005, 20:13
101 things you can do (but probably shouldn’t) with Christmas Bonbons
Some hats were not made to fit
OK, who put the hashish in the kebabs?
“Why dost thou whet thy knife so earnestly?”
Just spent a fab Christmas arvo with 4 fancy, and ever so slightly (cough) crazy, Canadians… just like the old Senkawa Orphans Xmas Days in Tokyo, only outdoors in the (relative heat of our) BBQ Pergola.
Much as I love my folks, spending the day with friends is infinitely more relaxing and raucous. I haven’t laughed so much for months (and how does MiniMc thank me for my jolly mood? Several bouts of hiccups and a fair boot in the kidneys, thanks for asking…)
I even misbehaved with a small bottle of Asti Riccadonna (only 7% alcohol!). Very decadent, me. One thing I’m grateful for is that I wasn’t allowed to write myself off like previous Christmases. Much as getting sloshed over Christmas Pud is ever so fun at the time, Aussie Christmases (ahem, for me anyway) invariably end up in a downward spiral of dehydration, nausea and slurred foolishness, leading to killer hangover later that evening (and relieving oneself of Christmas Pud over Porcelain Christmas Bowl).
Mais non!!! I nursed my little bottle quite happily and am now blogging whilst Husband is nursing sore head on the couch after a 7 beer (+ renegade glass of red wine which he has since suggested was not such a great idea…) Bender.
Merry Christmas Oh Faithful Readers and Site Hoppers! May your Porcelain Christmas Bus be unridden this Christmas and New Years (unless of course, that’s your “thang”...)
Permanent Link | Comments [4]Santa Claus is coming...
23 December 2005, 17:38
Local S&M Store Window Display
Music to give birth to
22 December 2005, 15:17
I have a dilemma. I need to pack some CDs in my hospital bag to play during labour, presumably to drown out the unearthly shrieks I’m bound to unleash.
Question is, what do I pack? I’m thinking relaxing music, as am bit of fan of ambient/chillout stuff, but so far I only have Cafe Del Mar Volume 7 (a standard) and Delerium’s “Karma”. I thought about Radiohead, but some tracks are too mournful or some Dave Matthews but not sure I could handle hearing “When the World Ends” though I would probably be able to empathise.
Please help. I need CD suggestions (whole CDs rather than individual tracks - the hospital isn’t that far advanced). I haven’t been into a music store for over a year so am a bit ignorant as to what is probably out there.
In terms of musical taste, I was thinking of sticking to chillout stuff (I wanted to get a Paul Schwartz CD but local JB Hi-Fi not that alternative), but all suggestions considered! Anything that won’t have me kicking the CD player in irritation (although McG prefers I do this than smacking him, apparently. Doesnt’ he know what his job as support person is????)
