We spent much of the afternoon and evening (and night) playing Risk.
The battle was joined.
Groover is red, Dippity is blue, Hugamuga yellow and I’m blue.
He looks like a nice chap... but looks can be deceiving...
His advice to his daughter… was killer… and Hugo and I were the victims.
I scored Asia!
At the time of this post,my sweet daughter holds the Americas, my darling husband holds Asia and Australia, Hugo is out and I am holed up in Africa with the red menace on my doorstep.
by Cellobella on Saturday, January 1, 2011 · 1 comment
So first thing Friday morning I get a text from my friend who has just read her emails more carefully and has realised where we’re going that night for New Year’s Eve…
Okay, I’ve calmed down a bit now… Just looked at The Court website to see we are attending (breathe breathe) a gay and lesbian toga frat party extravaganza??!! Is that correct? Or did I wake up this morning and fall out of bed into a parallel universe where I’m still hot enough to wear a toga among teenagers without looking like a sad old bag lady who just stumbled in off the street!?! Please explain.
We laughed.
Yes that’s where we went and after a Vodka and Red Bull my friend danced her arse off!
On the dancefloor!
I was wearing a dress which had a suggestion of toga about it.
The four old people at the party
This girl and her (boy) friend really got into it. They were covered with signatures.
The boys were beautiful and the girls were less beautiful.
It was a perfect warm evening and the streets of Northbridge relatively quiet.
Of course that might be because the nightclub is right next door to the police station.
Nice phone but no flash... wish I knew that before I bought it...
So I’ve got myself a new smart phone and what a timewaster it is.
It’s a Samsung galaxy and apart from the fact that it doesn’t have a flash, it is very gorgeous indeed.
I don’t get why there isn’t a flash though.
You would think every one would want a flash and I didn’t even think to check as I assumed it would have one.
Not very smart.
Still apart from it’s flash-less-ness, it’s a lovely device and I can see I’ll be most distracted by it in the weeks to come.
I have access to my own copy of Angry Birds.
And oh that’s right… A new phone number as well.
Email me if you want it.
Or call me on my work number.
My son reminds me that my phone does record in HD video though so I won’t complain too loudly… although I will be complaining because if there is no flash – recording at night – even in HD – will be lame.
by Cellobella on Saturday, December 25, 2010 · 1 comment
Happy Christmas
So this is Christmas.
This year I am assured of at least getting gifts from my son and my daughter.
This is because I have bought them.
Interestingly I was commenting to the young folk at the surf shop that my son had failed to buy me a birthday present this year and they all agreed that they never bought their mothers’ presents.
What kind of generation is this?
Disappointing.
It’s not that I want them to buy me anything.
A voucher for maybe a foot massage done by them would be nice.
It really is the thought*.
Is that too much to ask?
They are sweet kids really.
Last night we watched a video together and it was lovely.
I’m just glad they they are here, healthy and whole.
Perhaps their “presence” is enough.
…
*Note to kids: you do actually have to translate that thought into action.
We checked out Gypsy Tapas in Fremantle and you know what?
It was good.
They offer an all you can eat for $40/head option but we were stuffed by plate 11 so I suspect you wouldn’t get great value for the all you can eat option unless you were a real piggy pig.
And we had a couple of bottles of Sav Blanc to wash it down so it wasn’t surprising that we struggled to finish our drinks at the Norfolk some time later…
My drink was left half undrunk... while I on the other hand...
by Cellobella on Thursday, December 16, 2010 · 1 comment
Just a video today.
This is one of my favourites from my daughter’s early days.
Here she’s about 14 months old.
A determined wee lassie.
Many people can’t watch this film without wincing.
I’m not sure what it says about my parenting style but I can assure you that no children – or for that matter teacups – were hurt in the making of this video.
by Cellobella on Wednesday, December 15, 2010 · 3 comments
Waiting for the blonding agent to work
So this summer my baby wants to be blonder.
We went down the supermarket to get one of those streaking kits with one of those caps that you pull through bits of hair but of course who wants to follow instructions!?
I’ve been to the hairdresser.
I’ve seen them do foils.
Piece of cake.
I can do that.
So we cut up strips of foil (a bit thin… thicker foil would be easier to work with), got out my comb with the sticky bit at the end.
And by sticky I mean stick-like not covered in goo.
And away we went.
As you’ll see in the video, Miss Dippity was a little worried.
“Can you book me into the proper hairdresser tomorrow Mum?”
Pfft.
Just wait and see I said calmly.
(OMG I’m a bit worried I said inside)
But the result was…
Not bad for a beginner...
Okay.
And probably not blonde enough for my daughter.
Sigh.
Still I reckon I passed my apprenticeship:
Wife, mother, radio presenter, manager, actress, cardplayer, zumba dancer, cook, nurse, seamstress and now hairdresser.
Booyah!
(I don’t claim to do any of them particularly well)
