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  • Lessons For Wives No 5: Sexy Legs? No, it’s UGG-ly

    Lessons For Wives No 5: Sexy Legs? No, it’s UGG-ly

    By The Bloke in The Shed

    I KNOW there is a new scourge emerging on Tasmanian streets as summer approaches. It needs to be stamped out and this is not just a crime against humanity, it’s a crime against good taste.

    Some of you may remember the infamous Bras are for Boobs post on this site where I revealed the horrifying emerging trend of women using their mammary cradles as mobile phone holders. That post drew plenty of comments and plenty of traffic (albeit some of it looking for perhaps a little more than what the post offered).

    Now, like that bra lesson, methinks that very few wives are guilty of this latest sin. In fact, I’d go as far as suggesting these latest sinners are single ladies or those who go out with blokes who wear their peaked caps to the side, have their favourite dirt bike brand stickered on their back window and feature numerous misspelled words tattooed on various parts of their beings.

    Okay, that out of the way, what is this new crime? When in the heck did it become okay to wear very high cut, skimpy shorts with knee-high ugg boots? Seriously, maybe you might be able to get away with it at home, but in the main street of town in the middle of the day? I’m not sure I’ve seen a better case for the return of corporal punishment.

    It’s like the women (okay, mostly teenage girls) can’t decide whether it’s warm enough or not outside so they have five bucks each way. Having been a fan of the ugg boot over the years, in the right environment, this seemingly growing fad must be nipped in the bud before it gets out of hand lest it damage the lambs-wool shoes’ brand irreparably.

    Please, for the good of humankind, say no to ugg-ly shorts combos.

    Have you witnessed this fashion disaster? Or are you brave enough to admit you’re part of the trend?

    Read more from The Bloke in The Shed

    Linking up Shae from Yay for Home’s Things I Know. Make sure you click to learn what others’ know.

  • Singing a Christmas carol with my daughter seven years on

    Singing a Christmas carol with my daughter seven years on

    Zhu Zhu, Zhu Fari, Zhu Zebra, IF YOU missed yesterday’s laugh, I mean post, you would have missed the original Christmas song I wrote and recorded all the way back in 2004. It’s a cracker. Or it will crack you up, one of the two.

    Anyway, yesterday Princess Ella and I decided to recruit some help and tackle one of our all-time favourite Christmas carols, Silent Night – a capella. Of course, I should have already known trying to get two Zhu Zhus and a four-year-old giggling girl to cooperate would be challenging, but this is the end result:


    I know the Zhu Zhus would have been better stuffed into a bag for all the help they provided with harmonies. Actually, to be honest, they’re not a bad idea if you’re looking for a stocking filler. Well, that’s what Ella will find in hers, anyway.

    Apologies for the quality of the video and that darn date in the corner. First attempt at recording via the laptop! Yes, welcome to amatuer hour.

    Are your children obsessed with Christmas carols as much as mine is at the moment?

    Linking up Shae from Yay for Home’s Things I Know. Make sure you click to learn what others’ know.


    DISCLOSURE    : I am a Zhu-Fari mummy blogger ambassador.

  • Did you know I’m a recorded singer-songwriter?

    Did you know I’m a recorded singer-songwriter?

     

    Kellie O'Brien, Three Li'l Princesses
    My album cover… *cough cough*

    DID you know I’m a recorded singer-songwriter? OK, so it wasn’t exactly a chart topper. Actually, it didn’t even make the charts.

    ABC Music recorded a Christmas song I penned and it was toured as part of a North West and West Coast Tasmania Christmas carols series back in 2004. I might also add the song was backed by the 80-piece Burnie Youth Choir, led by my fabulous singing teacher Katy Pakinga. If you are wondering why I’m introducing myself, yes, I also hosted the concert series.

    Let’s be frank here, my singing is dodgy. American Idol intro, anyone? Please!

    Beyonce, if you’re reading this, sorry but the song is copyrighted so don’t even think about stealing it. However, there’s a tab up in the top right hand corner there called “contact” if you want to talk money. Plus, I have a whole collection of other originals if you’re interested.

    Please note, the file was huge and I spent half the night trying to compress it. Unfortunately, I failed. So it may take a while to download. Big apologies. Am working on trying to make the file smaller!


    And here’s the Burnie Youth Choir’s much better (rather low res) version – minus me!

    The concert was held in front of a few of hundred people at the Burnie Civic Centre.

    STAY TUNED: I have a rather big Christmas announcement to make on Sunday…

    Do you support your local carols? What’s your favourite carol?

  • The Shed: The reason I ditched a date with Princess Mary

    The Shed: The reason I ditched a date with Princess Mary

    baby in pink hat
    My li'l Tasmanian princess

    By The Bloke in The Shed

    IT’S NOT every day you get a chance to snub royalty. Yep, a letter arrived inviting me and Princess Kel to dinner with our Prime Minister Julia Gillard, Princess Mary and Prince Frederik of Denmark.

    While it was an interesting offer, it did not take me long to respond in the negative – I’m enjoying spending some well-earned holidays with my own little royal family, the three princesses. There was also the little matter of forking out for the airfares to Canberra.

    Now I assumed Princess Kel would be delighted when I told her I’d turned down the chance of a lifetime to spend as much time of my first holidays in seven months with her and the kids as possible. How wrong could I be?

    “YOU DID WHAT?’’ she exclaimed.

    “Get on the ‘net and check out how much the fares would be,’’ she followed.

    “But what would we do with the kids?,” I countered.

    “We’ll think of something.’’

    Luckily, given the dinner was only a little over a week away, the airfares were the equivalent of the USA’s GDP and it made my original decision the correct one. Phew.

    It soon became clear of Kel’s motive. “That would have made an awesome blog post,’’ she sighed.

    Work, life and family commitments (not in that order) have made me a little scarce from www.threelilprincesses.com in recent months (is that the sound of cheering I hear?). A lot has happened in that time as I’ve worked hard to establish myself in a new position at work, a busy family and community life. Our little bubba Holly turned one and is growing at the rate of knots. Princess Ella has turned four and is far wiser than her years.

    After a bath-time, um, disagreement between Kel and I tonight, Ella sided with her mum and said to me this:

    “Daddy?,’’ she said.

    “Yes, darlin’,’’ I replied.

    “Sometimes I go with mummy’s team and then sometimes I’m on your team,’’ she said.

    “Tonight I’m on mummy’s team and I’ll be on your team tomorrow I will. Will that be good?’’

    “Yes darling’,’’ I replied unable to disguise my smile.

    I guess after four years I should be happy she wants to be on my team … sometimes. I’m quite happy with my own little royal family thankyou very much.

    Would you have ditched Princess Mary for your children?

  • Grateful for meeting other bloggers

    Grateful for meeting other bloggers

    girls playing doctorsTHIS week I’m grateful for:

    • Meeting other bloggers: I went all the way to Radelaide just to have breakfast this week. Breakfast with some fabulous bloggers, I might add. This bloggy thing is better than journalism, I swear. I’d swap cocktails with Jason Donovan for breakfast with bloggers any day. Especially ones as lovely as these.
    • Princess Ella’s 4th birthday: We are back in birthday mode… again. It never stops at this end of the year. When Ella discovered her “party’’ would be with grandparents only tomorrow, she started crying. “I don’t want the nans and pops to come,’’ she said. I asked her why and she said: “I just want (insert teenage cousin’s name) to come.’’ A few quick calls and it seems now she’s having a “real party’’, complete with grandparents AND her cousin. Very grateful to her cousin.
    • An all clear at the dentist: Thankfully, when the girls had their checkups at the dentist yesterday, they were both given a big tick (or a sticker, at least) for good care of their baby teeth. Ella even got to ride in the chair. Although she was slightly underwhelmed. “It wasn’t very fun, Mum,’’ she said. “Why?’’ I asked. “It didn’t go to the ceiling.’’ Looks like a trip to the Gold Coast might be in order.

    I’m joining with Maxabella Loves to share what I’m grateful for.

  • Grateful for marrying daddy

    Grateful for marrying daddy

    baby girl with hat on

    THIS week I’m grateful for:

    • Marrying Daddy: Princess Ella was particularly upset on Wednesday, because she “wanted to marry her daddy’’. “I don’t want to marry anyone else,’’ she said, with real tears streaming down her cheeks. Over the past few months she’s been keen on marrying the boy she goes to childcare with. The reality of being locked into a loveless marriage for the rest of her life had obviously sunk in. I tried to explain that we don’t marry our daddies (no, Tassie jokes, OK!) and that it would be a long time before she’d have to worry about that anyway. After more tears and more “but I just want to marry Daddy. Please?’’, I’m grateful The Bloke in The Shed stepped in and agreed to marry her. Ah, to be that innocent again.
    • Parenting Line: I didn’t post earlier today. Did you notice? You see, there was a bit of an incident last night that I have been scolding myself over. Li’l Holly was in her cot, waving her dummy at me, while I tried to get her white noise CD playing. I couldn’t get it to work with my toe, like usual. The next thing: THUD. Then loud, piercing screams. When I turned around, to my horror, she’d fallen out of her cot and hit the floor hard. The rest of my night was spent having to wake her regularly to check she was OK. I’m ever so grateful she is and that the Parenting Line was there to reassure me. However, I’m also upset with myself that I would do something so stupid as to leave the cot side down and turn my back. Just when you think you’ve done an incredible job of keeping your children safe, a split second can change everything. There’s (some) comfort in knowing I’m not alone. But still…
    • B1 and B2: In happier news, thanks to the Bananas in Pyjamas, there’s been much hilarity in our house this week. Out of the blue the other night, Ella asks: “Do you know what I’m thinking, B1?’’. I responded with: “No, I don’t , darling’’ and was promptly told that wasn’t the right answer. I tried again. “Yes, I think I do, B2’’. It’s at this point we have to try and see if we’re thinking the same thing. The combinations have been absolutely ridiculous. Apart from the time we were both thinking about chocolate.

    I’m joining with Maxabella Loves to share what I’m grateful for.