Showing posts with label notes from the lily pad. Show all posts
Showing posts with label notes from the lily pad. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 9, 2013

We're moving lily pads!


Gird your amphibian loins, Frog-Lovers. On Friday the gorgeous Kelly Exeter is moving the lily pad across from Blogger to Wordpress and onto OzBlog Hosting.

Kelly is all shades of awesome and not only has mad technical skillz, but gives excellent hugs.

In the meantime, I had another natter about superannuation over here. Please go have a read. Your 65-year-old self might thank you.

I'll leave you now with this, until Friday. 



Have you ever been complisulted?

Monday, June 24, 2013

Dramatic Pansy is dramatic (and other miracles)

Hi kids. Thanks so much to everyone who's read my praying mantis travails and had a giggle at Russell Brand.

I'm busy again with other "work" but I'm around here and there. 

If you look very carefully, you might spot random body parts belonging to The Frog here. Apparently boobs are extremely controversial and, along with fun, should not be allowed.

You can also catch me having a dramatic whine about the state of Australian politics over at The Shake

For now I'll leave you with this week's miracle - the pansy my son bought me for Mother's Day died in suitably dramatic fashion in the frost two nights ago and then BEHOLD! It rose from the dead on the third second day! (Mainly because I brought it inside out of the bloody horrible weather we've been having).

Dramatic Pansy is dramatic

It's a Monday miracle! Praise be to baby cheeses!


See you in the soup, frog-lovers.


Wednesday, June 19, 2013

How (not) to interview a guest on national television

Hi folks. Today I'm working on boring non-bloggy-type stuff but I'm also writing some HILAIRE stuff for The Shake.

In the meantime, I give you some awesome from Russell Brand, taking down some idiotic morning television hosts in the US

Oh America. Any more conservative and you'd suck yourself up your own arse. 

If you're pushed for time, watch from 5 mins onwards. Rabbits. Headlights. Perfection.

See you in the soup, frog-lovers.