Cute poker: wanna play?
First up, I need to say I know very little about gambling in general or poker in particular. But for this post, let’s pretend I have more experience and knowledge than that gleaned from that Eric Bana/Drew Barrymore Las Vegas…
Roses supposes (the hues on the) noses
My roses are out in bloom. OK OK. My Mum‘s roses are out in bloom. I can hardly take the credit. Just because I have lived at this house for almost two years (as an adult and chief ‘gardener’) and…
Outrageously cute (and funny!)
Oh how I have laughed lately… Well not yesterday… But before that I, was giggling like a schoolgirl. At y’all. (Those of you NOT lurking that is… we have yet to discover the talent of my readers who fail to…
Alright, alright…
Just cause you asked so nicely… I give you… more pup and kids pics… This is No Name. He is three weeks old and cute as … well… a puppy! He has been visiting for the school holidays and has…
A little somethin’ special…
Please ignore my daughter’s unbrushed hair (we don’t call her fuzz-nut for nothin’) … And her scraped elbow (darn those tricky trikes on that hazardous patio racetrack) … But seriously, is this not one of the cutest things. Like ever?…
Mystery Answer… I think!
OK, show’s over. I have to look over your very crazy answers in order to choose a winner. Which I am not sure is actually possible. Where are the rules for this silly competition again? Oh, that’s right. There ARE…
A spoonful of honey…
Do you know that song? You know the one: A spoonful of honey* helps the medicine go down, medicine go dow-own, medicine go down, Just a spoonful of honey helps the medicine go down, In the most delightful way! ……
NEW POLL…
I am contemplating (against my better judgement) actually giving readers the chance to buy prints of my bush photos… … But I need your input! … Check out the poll on the right and let me know what YOU might…
My Dad: A life-force
I wrote a little while ago about my Mum. And I have mentioned my Dad (or Pagi as he is tagged by my kids) a few times in passing. And I suddenly realised that it’s probably a bit rude of…
Shut up Bush Babe!
I think I have been prattling on too much lately… words, words, words. Blah, blah, blah! I’m quite sick of the sound of myself. … So, instead, to give our eyes a break, I give you… Spring at Granite Glen!…