It’s Pre-Nup time!

This week I’ve read some fabulous articles about differences, my favourite blogger Mrs Woog wrote about her beautiful son Jack for the latest Australian Women’s Weekly – you can read that here, and I found a new blogger to follow on Scary Mommy who wrote about raising kids who look different from each other – a situation very close to my own heart. But, amidst this beautiful writing, I thought it time to celebrate the differences that my impeding marriage will bring together – the legal union of a Norwegian and a New Zealander. And what spells romance and cultural sensitivity better than a *kinda* legal document? Read More

What to do when your wedding bleeds you dry

Weddings cost a lot of money. There is no going past it, unless you elope, and even then you’ll need to pay for your carry-on luggage if you fly budget airlines.

Two weeks out from our wedding I feel like I’m neck-deep in finer details and hireage costs, many of which have provided a scary learning curve in the experience of being charged at by a wounded bull. There is money to be made in weddings, sweet, sweet mula and with everyone now hankering for a Pinterest-worthy wedding, we’re willing to pay for it. But today, taking a break from seating plans and bonbonierre stuffing, I went and got my hair done and felt so much better afterwards – not because I love the do (which I do) but because the hairdresser is planning his own wedding and let me in on his own “you want to charge me for WHAT?” moments as he plans his big day. And nothing makes me feel better about spending up large then knowing that someone else is spending up a lot larger. Read More

Talking to strangers pays off yet again

In an effort to rid my week of foul-mood Tuesday I have started a Tuesday beach walk tradition. It’s actually a bit of a highlight now, the dog shakes and whines with excitement for the whole car-ride to the beach and licks and sniffs at everything we come across on our travels. It’s thoroughly enjoyable. Both kids behave *uses term loosely* extremely well, for Alfie this includes doing at least two ginormous craps in the busiest areas of the walkway, and, as an added benefit, this morning took a whiz so massive in the exact centre of the concrete walkway that it threatened to flood neighbouring suburbs and had passers-by leaping over the pool like show-jumping ponies.

Bubba is somewhat more sophisticated and premeditated in her approach, she tends to wait until a frail older lady approaches, cooing into the pram, before removing her hat and one shoe and firing it into the poor old dear’s face. Her other new and delightful trick is to burp like she’s just done a keg-stand at a frat house and then laugh like Kiwi legend Billy T James.

Billy T James – the Kiwi comedian who looked confusingly similar to my Dad in the 1980s.

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