The weekend before last I managed to escape from Boganville. I have barely managed this in 42 years except for the odd holiday here and there. Born and bred bogan. That's me. Classy. Naturally if an opportunity arises to escape from here, I would wish to visit somewhere glamorous and exciting. A faraway place bursting with culture and sophistication. Luckily, this place fitted all the above criteria. Two words.
Wagga Wagga. Or is it one word repeated? Whatever.
This exciting escape presented itself to me when my Mum mentioned she was heading there to surprise my aunt for her 70th birthday. I figured I'd tag along. It was decided that I would go with my parents and Mr 9 and 4. Micky Blue Eyes and Mr 12 already had a Darwin adventure planned for the following week.
The plan was that myself and the boys would sleep over at my parents house on the Thursday so we could leave early on Friday morning, stopping at Maccas for breakfast and returning the following Monday. So it was that I slept in my old bedroom with Mr 9 and 4, which is still painted a delightful shade of peach However, most of my Queen Anne bedroom ensemble has disappeared with only the beside table remaining. The room now sports two beds, a 'king' single and a single. Therefore I spent a relaxing night in the King single cuddled up to Mr 4.
I woke up early.The boys were still blissfully asleep having been up late the previous night chattering away. Finally I had to wake them. Pointlessly, I called to them to wake up. Nothing. I tried again. Still nothing. There was only one thing to do.
"Wake up! It's time to go to Macca's! Do you want to go to Macca's?" I shouted.
Two sets of eyes shot open. "YES!" they chorused.
They were up and dressed in record time. And we were on the road. Which isn't very interesting to write about. We passed the time playing Eye Spy. Mr 4 wanted to control the whole game, which resulted in him and his brother fighting. Quite a relaxing way to spend a car journey. NOT. Eventually they dozed off for a while and we made it to Maccas at Goulburn. I've never seen two boys devour hot cakes and hash browns so fast. Anybody would think I never feed them. I do. Sometimes. I can't help it if that bloody Dinner Fairy never shows up! Shut up.
Hours later we arrived in Wagga and found our motel. Unfortunately our room was upstairs. Unfortunate because LAZY. Once again, shut up.
The plan was to head over to my cousin's house and surprise my aunt which we did. She was surprised but delighted to see us. We spent the rest of the afternoon chatting and drinking endless cups of tea. I worked out that it had been roughly 8 years since I'd seen my cousin and she'd never seen Mr 4 (soon to be 5). The sooner somebody invents one of those beaming up devices the better. Come on inventors it's 2013 already!
I won't bore you with every tiny detail of the weekend because it might sound like all we did is eat, drink and talk. Which we did. Is there a problem with that? Ahem. A wonderful time was had by all and we made it back home on Monday.
At this point you may have noticed that there is nothing remotely controversial about this post at all. And every one of my other posts. I have to confess, I don't really do controversy. Instead, I do a lot of blahing. It's totally a verb, okay? I should know because it's what I do quite frequently. Feel a bit blah about everything and anything. Spend a minute, hour, day blahing. But I am trying to be a bit less 'blah'. But I have to confess it is most decidedly uphill work. When you have a tendency to 'blah' trying not to is a bit like pushing shit uphill while wading through quicksand. But I digress.
In fact when I saw this on The Lounge's FB wall I figured I should probably quit blogging.
I don't really do any of those things. Other than maybe giving people a bit of chuckle from time to time. And tweeting Can't really say my tweets are Earth shattering, though. Especially after spending a whole day a few days ago tweeting Carpenters lyrics while everyone else was tweeting inspirational #pbevent stuff. Sigh. But that was one of the reasons I figured I could get away with it. Nobody was paying attention to me because they were all at that ProBlogger thingy. Ahem.
Plus, who says Carpenters songs aren't inspirational? At least one of them encourages the listener to:
"Sing, song a song! Don't worry that it's not good enough for anyone else to hear! Just sing, sing a song!"
So, I may as well apply the same theory to my blog regardless of the lack of controversy or cutting edge posts. I'm just going to:
Blog! Blog a post! Don't worry that's it's not good enough for anyone else to read! Just blog! Blog a post!
Everybody join in!
LA LA LA LA LA! LA LA LA LA LA LA! LA LA LA LA LA LA LAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Lazily linking up ridiculously late with Kimbooli for The Lounge.
Also linking up with Kirsty from My Home Truths for I Must Confess.
Have you made any escapes lately? Do you like being controversial?
Wagga Wagga. Or is it one word repeated? Whatever.
This exciting escape presented itself to me when my Mum mentioned she was heading there to surprise my aunt for her 70th birthday. I figured I'd tag along. It was decided that I would go with my parents and Mr 9 and 4. Micky Blue Eyes and Mr 12 already had a Darwin adventure planned for the following week.
The plan was that myself and the boys would sleep over at my parents house on the Thursday so we could leave early on Friday morning, stopping at Maccas for breakfast and returning the following Monday. So it was that I slept in my old bedroom with Mr 9 and 4, which is still painted a delightful shade of peach However, most of my Queen Anne bedroom ensemble has disappeared with only the beside table remaining. The room now sports two beds, a 'king' single and a single. Therefore I spent a relaxing night in the King single cuddled up to Mr 4.
I woke up early.The boys were still blissfully asleep having been up late the previous night chattering away. Finally I had to wake them. Pointlessly, I called to them to wake up. Nothing. I tried again. Still nothing. There was only one thing to do.
"Wake up! It's time to go to Macca's! Do you want to go to Macca's?" I shouted.
Two sets of eyes shot open. "YES!" they chorused.
They were up and dressed in record time. And we were on the road. Which isn't very interesting to write about. We passed the time playing Eye Spy. Mr 4 wanted to control the whole game, which resulted in him and his brother fighting. Quite a relaxing way to spend a car journey. NOT. Eventually they dozed off for a while and we made it to Maccas at Goulburn. I've never seen two boys devour hot cakes and hash browns so fast. Anybody would think I never feed them. I do. Sometimes. I can't help it if that bloody Dinner Fairy never shows up! Shut up.
Hours later we arrived in Wagga and found our motel. Unfortunately our room was upstairs. Unfortunate because LAZY. Once again, shut up.
The plan was to head over to my cousin's house and surprise my aunt which we did. She was surprised but delighted to see us. We spent the rest of the afternoon chatting and drinking endless cups of tea. I worked out that it had been roughly 8 years since I'd seen my cousin and she'd never seen Mr 4 (soon to be 5). The sooner somebody invents one of those beaming up devices the better. Come on inventors it's 2013 already!
I won't bore you with every tiny detail of the weekend because it might sound like all we did is eat, drink and talk. Which we did. Is there a problem with that? Ahem. A wonderful time was had by all and we made it back home on Monday.
At this point you may have noticed that there is nothing remotely controversial about this post at all. And every one of my other posts. I have to confess, I don't really do controversy. Instead, I do a lot of blahing. It's totally a verb, okay? I should know because it's what I do quite frequently. Feel a bit blah about everything and anything. Spend a minute, hour, day blahing. But I am trying to be a bit less 'blah'. But I have to confess it is most decidedly uphill work. When you have a tendency to 'blah' trying not to is a bit like pushing shit uphill while wading through quicksand. But I digress.
In fact when I saw this on The Lounge's FB wall I figured I should probably quit blogging.
I don't really do any of those things. Other than maybe giving people a bit of chuckle from time to time. And tweeting Can't really say my tweets are Earth shattering, though. Especially after spending a whole day a few days ago tweeting Carpenters lyrics while everyone else was tweeting inspirational #pbevent stuff. Sigh. But that was one of the reasons I figured I could get away with it. Nobody was paying attention to me because they were all at that ProBlogger thingy. Ahem.
Plus, who says Carpenters songs aren't inspirational? At least one of them encourages the listener to:
"Sing, song a song! Don't worry that it's not good enough for anyone else to hear! Just sing, sing a song!"
So, I may as well apply the same theory to my blog regardless of the lack of controversy or cutting edge posts. I'm just going to:
Blog! Blog a post! Don't worry that's it's not good enough for anyone else to read! Just blog! Blog a post!
Everybody join in!
LA LA LA LA LA! LA LA LA LA LA LA! LA LA LA LA LA LA LAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Lazily linking up ridiculously late with Kimbooli for The Lounge.
Also linking up with Kirsty from My Home Truths for I Must Confess.
Have you made any escapes lately? Do you like being controversial?
