A Madmother Twisted Royal Wedding View...

I told you we looked stupid! Did not. Did too...

Oh shut up girls, you sound just like your mother!

Whaddya mean they'd make a great couple? She isn't even a blonde!

The blonde? What blonde? Nah, I'm solo tonight.

And of course, who could forget young Grace, who seriously did not think it was worth all the who-ha... 

 I want to go home now! Mummy said this would be fun.
I don't want to do this.

I told you I don't like this!

Why are they all tormenting me so? Mummmmmy! Take me home!

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! This is enough to scar a child for life!

 

Tallyhoooo from a very Royal

The Sweet Life

My lovely loud sister in bloghood over at Suger Coat It, Melissa,  has decided to start a new blog hop.

Aptly named:






Rules are (as copied from her royal loudness:
Link up to a photo, a post... Anything that share's your sweet life with us. It is simple. Link up. Go and visit others on the list {if there is anyone else!} comment and follow at will and add the button to either your post or your sidebar. If that's your thing.



I've jumped on the bandwagon - how about you?

P.S. Happy Easter to all of you and all of yours. xx

Blog Friends

Just had to jump on and say:

I just had the best day!

Finally managed to meet the lovely Jen from Jemikaan (and her gorgeous tribe - man, those two have three beautiful children). Sorry, no photos - I was too busy chatting and catching up. Pretty sad seeing as I even remembered to grab my Picsio prize camera (well, it is shock and waterproof after all).

But we were too busy talking, supervising kids, playing with kids, leading kids astray with bad adult behaviour... Okay, so that was mainly me.

But it was so good to meet her, and I must admit I felt like we'd known each other in person for years. Goes to show you yet again how well you get to know someone over the mighty web. As Big Boy said on the way home:

I seem to know the nicest cyber people!

Sitting here now, looking like a drowned rat but can't stop smiling...

Muse Wars 2011 Is Off and Running!

Go here to find entry links. Post your entry in a comment if you wish to join in, is open to all and all in good fun.

You Just Never Know...

Whose watching.

And reading. Found out today another Mum at our school is a fellow blogger. Remember my dilemma way back when I recognised someone from our school as a blogger I read? And then of course the infamous Bollywood night when bragging talking about roller derby and the name I craved, and a just met lovely lady turned to me aghast and says "Oh MY GOD! You're MADMOTHER?!"

Well today I have had another little kick up the butt of small worldliness in the shape of the sister of a friend, with an *ahem* power christian name, sidle up to me and mention she twigged as to who I was, and that we had conversed on a parenting website many moons ago... All because brainiac put her newly approved derby name in the middle of her real names on facebook. Yeah, dead giveaway, I know. But hey, it is cool to put a face to a name you have known even if you had no idea that you knew them, lol. Clear as mud, right?

Lucky I don't put stuff on here that I won't own. Oh, and "Hello". I'm your newest stalker follower on your blog now!

Ah, Home.

You can never go back, they say. But I would disagree with them. I have now lived in three other places and travelled the world twice, but I still call the small country town of my childhood home.

I am here for only a few nights, yet already the worries of the world and the weight of tension have left me. Aaah, home.

I love this place.

We ate takeaway, drank wine and played Trivial Pursuit with old friends last night.

Manning Point, NSW

We went fishing and watched the sunset in the briskness of a winter afternoon (we caught ten very small fish: eight brim, two puffer fish, much to the excitement of all) today.

*Sigh*. Life is full of simple pleasures in the land of my childhood. I lived here for the first eighteen years of my life, and have always come home frequently. It is my life source, and all ills heal if I return. My power charger, the battery that keeps my spirit intact.

If you want to see more of the little cottage where we are staying, go here.

And tomorrow we leave. We head to Sydney via a Newcastle luncheon, and more reunions with good friends. I will probably enjoy Sydney, it was home for the second part of my life: University, career, partying. The second eighteen years. But that is another story, and in all liklihood, another post this week.