It’s PROSH tomorrow. Remember PROSH? Uni students create a newspaper full of vulgarity and fun and raise money for a bunch of charities. Tomorrow my son is participating in his first PROSH. As a Christmas present. Awwwww. So cute.
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I went back to my old college – St George’s – today. Partly to beg, plead and plunder for my son who would dearly love to follow the family tradition (I think) and go to the college himself this year as he studies his science degree at UWA, but also just to walk the halls [...]
School is finished. And wow. I am now the parent of a nearly at university student. But before that happy day – hopefully – of a decent ATAR result and an offer to the preferred course – Science at UWA – the pocket money has been cut off. Now you might scream “Fair crack of [...]
This is my boy, pre-ball. My creation. Well mostly mine. Okay okay he had a bit to do with it. Oh and Groover. But for tonight? That’s mostly me. With my boy’s agreement. Y’know a lot has been said about how expensive girls can be when it comes to the Year 12 ball but I [...]
I don’t normally take photos of hunky blokes down the beach. Especially not ones who – lets face it – could be my sons. I’m not the cougar type. But when I spied that tattoo on his back… well! My first thought was… are you kidding me?! Who gets a smiley face tattoo. My next [...]
Well as if I would know, I’m only his mother! So has he been kissed? Watch the video to find out.
Check out the eyes! When my son was a little tacker – about 2 – we asked him what he was thinking about. He answered: “I’m thinking about that spider.” I don’t remember what spider – or even if there was a spider or if he was thinking about another spider somewhere else but it [...]
No, not the school, me. My son has lost 4% on a recent maths test because of me. The question read something like this: Sam went to a restaurant, he had the choice of two entrees, three main courses and two desserts. Pate and pumpkin soup for the entrees, steak, chicken and beef for main [...]
This week I received this text from my errant son: I have not completed my english speech, please do not be alarmed to recieve a phone call from my friendly yet evil english teacher you dont need to eat me she already has, thank you for your cooperation most sincerely H Okay so he needs [...]
Dirty, a bit smelly, wearing clown pants… but back. We missed you! And can’t wait to hear all your stories. One line we heard on the way back from the airport… when describing the amount of merchants vying for their business when they went to the Taj Mahal – “So many you could have seen [...]
