Don't diss on my BCAA's, dude. ;)

Yup, exactly. I took heart that my four year old was the one with her nose up against the gorills exhibit, telling them that if they wait another "fillion" years they can become people too.... I may be slightly brainwashing her with science, atheism and feminism. ;)

I took the kids to the zoo (the biggest one down here in Sydney) and in the food court is a giant mural of Noah leading all the animals off the ark and straight up to the front gates of the zoo. Not quite as bad, but it still made me swear in public.

I'm trying to justify taking $10 000 of our hard earned cash and a whole month away from my young family to climb Aconcagua with my best mates in 2015. I don't think I can do it, but damn, a girl can dream!!

Hey there, I'm glad you're on the long, bumpy road to recovery. I'm sorry your service was not respected. I get mad enough when some old chucklehead (LOVE that word) on the train asks me whether my medals are my own, I can't imagine having that experience institutionalised like you have. Best of luck.

You hope.

My oven is perfectly clean. I use it almost daily, for splattery, fatty, delicious cooking, I don't use harsh chemicals, and I NEVER scrub it. Want to know how I achieve this magic? I know you do :)

I have ten-years-in-the-army thighs. They are all muscle, and will probably never not touch! But I get some lovely compliments on them. ;)

I had a single mum too, I wonder how much that impacted our tendencies?

I got away with an awful lot of stuff at school because I was female too. I choked a boy out in fourth grade because he wouldn't get off the monkey bars. (He took me to the school dance in year 10 - no hard feels ;)

Well, it wasn't the only stunt she pulled. She later told everyone her "boyfriend" was "killed in a car accident" a week after another girl on the course actually did lose her fiancé in a horror accident... all the attention was off Madame and she wanted it back. Mind you, the course only had twenty odd people on it,…

To borrow a phrase....

My tough little Aussie tacker uses real balls at her (pre) school. She copped a proper punt, right to the face, stood up, cried fiercely for about half a minute, then ran off with her mates. No harm done, and she'll look next time before barging into the big kids footy game.

I had a work mate who "had cancer". We were on a residential course with her at the time, away from her home and family support, so we all banded together to help her and offer support. It all fell apart when we rocked up at the hospital she was supposed to be at for surgery, and she wasn't there... no record of her,…

She's lucky she's got a decent family who support her, and some smarts of her own. From the original article on scmp.com:

I write my phone number on my (very small) kids with sharpie. Only I do it on their tummy - it's not obvious or embarrassing, but if they really are lost and too upset to remember it, it'll be there if they need it.

My thoughts exactly!

My uni-poor friends had a gorgeous potluck wedding. It was in a community hall, the locals brought food, but the out-of-towners brought a bottle. The bride's friends all met at the hall that morning to decorate, and the couple were married under a big tree outside by the family minister.

In my years of combat experience... a suicide bomber looks like a person with a explosives and intent.

Can. Not. Wait. I want that palaeontologist so very very badly.