Sisters, Arseholes and other Joys of Christmas.

One month of NO blogging. More focus on winding down. Closing the cafe. Quality time with the lovely Husband, Bubble and Squeak. Heck. They go to school this year!

Hanging down at the Northcote pools. Storming the parks with little buddies. Sewing my quilt. Re-potting plants. Odd-jobs. Reading. 

A husband and husband will be flying in from London for a little visit. Good food, wine and company. Then a night away (No kids!) with a top-chick we know at her parents 'Vogue Living' holiday house on Philip Island.

My Dad arrived with his family on the 21st and we all stayed in Carlton, then we had Christmas at my Mum's place in Rosebud and took the car-ferry to Queenscliff to stay with my dad and the crew in Geelong. Oooh and fireworks. Yay!

But hey! It hasn't all been sunshine and light, being bitten by jumping jack ants 5 times on the arse was a lot of fun, as was rolling up my jeans at the beach and getting a tan that goes only half way up my legs. WOO. My sister was behaving like a total twat the whole time and barely talked to my dad's wife. Yawn.

My friend's Mother was murdered in Kenya in a botched robbery on New Year's Eve. My friend had been planning a visit but decided to go in February when the flights would be cheaper. Add to that a case of vitiligo in my arse crack and it sure has been a bittersweet hols...

Luckily as far as in concerned each new year really begins on my birthday so I'm about to start my own process of death and renewal over the next month. 

Dead wood? I'm chucking that shit on the fire!

My Sister's crap.

Old beliefs.

Putting everyone else first.

People who have forgotten children get grumpy when they are tired.

Vitiligo.

The drought.

Dickheads in Commodores.

Made in China.