I fucking love my kids.
DontWhinge
DontWhinge
Too much experience, I'm afraid - Daddy is away A LOT. (Damn military!)
"Keep having mixed kids"
I guess the best way to explain it, and I'm an outsider to bodybuilding so it's really just my interpretation of their interpretation, is that it's now the name of a movement of people obsessed with looking a certain way - muscly but lean and lithe. So they use it as a proper noun.
Down here in Australia, touching your phone while driving is illegal. Seriously.
My daughters sing the Australian Anthem. It's supposed to be "...we'll toil with hearts and hands..."
"Aesthetics" has been co-opted by the bodybuilding world and now has a completely different usage. I blame Zyzz.
I go on there occasionally when I'm googling for lifting info and I'm always surprised by the amount of good info, and the multitude of douchey ways it can be provided.
I'm a gym widow. He's gone before I wake up to get in a pre-work workout, he goes again after work so he's home just in time for dinner and five minutes with the kids before they sleep, and then he spends an hour watching weight lifting videos on youtube before he crashes out by 9pm. And this weekend? After being away…
They are amazing. My kids are tops. Other people's kids suck. Somehow, when they are your own, the stuff that is infuriating in other kids manages to be (occasionally, slightly) more endearing in your own.
Yup. I was grossed out by the idea of breastfeeding (not that I was particularly maternal to begin with) but I figured I would give it a try. I ended up feeding my first for 16 months, and my second for two years! I loved it. Plus, I am lazy, and it is free, always there, always sterile, always the right temperature.…
My first, I was so inexperienced it took me thee days to get her on to feed, and then a few weeks to get a solid latch. We were both learning, and it was tough. The second time round I was a pro, and I had all the tricks down - it was far, far easier. But still occasionally sore!
I live next to Sydney Uni. I see the students every single day - I shop where they shop, I sit in the uni park, I sit with them on the bus, I go to their gym.
I love the Orpheum. It still has an organ that gets played before each screening, then sinks under the floor for the movie. I used to chuck jaffas at the organist, because I was a shit teenager. I wonder if Cate bought her jaffas at the cheap shop across the road, and snuck them past the overpriced concession stand,…
My proposal story? He took me down to the beach and said "so... Umm... I really love you, blah blah blah, I want to spent the rest of my life with you, blah blah blah, will you marry me?" Yup. I wasn't paraphrasing there. He actually said "blah blah blah.". Twice. But because I knew him well enough to realise that…
At a Symphony Orchestra concert this morning my four year old proudly announced to a crowded ladies room that "my mummy is NOT having a baby this month because she is bleeding out her vagina." It was.... challenging? I just kind of no-big-deal smiled and hustled the hell out of there.
My 4 year old was looking at this book today! It's lovely.
We had a very small uni, and there was a lot of intra-campus sex. One guy made a "web" that had everyone's names floating in the ether, with a stretchy link between people who had done the deed. You could click on a name and pull it away from the floating blob, and everyone who they had slept with would be pulled…
We generally don't tip here in Australia (the staff get paid a half decent wage) and the quality of service reflects this - in restaurants without a good culture, the service is generally disinterested, at best.
