Single Mum

This week has been pretty fun i must say. It's interesting to see how much stuff my parents do for our family, and how much housework you have to do to stop the rest of the house looking like my room.

Well the weekend was the most intense of it all, cos i was on constant kid-lookout. But they are still alive now, so i did okay i suppose. Friday night Jackson and Ben organised a sleepover at a friends so i took them over there and discovered i had the rest of the night to myself basically. Or at least that's what i thought.... Baw Baw Bawwww...! (You know, the dramatic noise they have in soaps? Work with me here)

Just as i was leaving, and thanking them for taking the kids for a night, Ben came running up to me, more hysterical than Kelly was the time that we lost the grand final. He was screaming about his thumb and wouldnt let me see it and when he finally did, it looked okay, like it wasnt swollen like a mo fo like mine was when i broke it. But he said he heard a crack when he fell on it, so i went to get it checked out at emergency anyway.

When we got there, there was noone there but us in the waiting room, but it still took 45mins to get seen. Thats the slowest ive ever seen anything move since seeing Jarryd in transition last week. Well the doctor said its wasnt broken, and Ben copped an ice cream out of it, so it was worth it for me.

They didnt even offer me one but...

That night, all the COOL guys (basically us guys except Kelly cos he was being a pussy) went to the vasse then the nard as usual. It was pretty eventful actually, especially for Brock, who copped a few sneaky texts from one of Tom's ex's (we wont name names here, not like you do on your blog Brock) and tund the shit out of Jenny Donovan (sorry pal, had to mention that name).

But apart from what ive written here, ive just been a good Single Mum doing my housework and cooking and cleaning.

Oh and tonight is our basketball game, so come on down.... 8.20. be there or be square.


Peace out, A-Town

Out on the town/Richer

Well last night was friday night, aka Party Night. It was amazing.

We had the boys back together for the first time in a long time, with Morgs and Karen in our entourage. The night started off with a few jugs of Beez, some famous Vasse fries with double aioli, and a wicked pizza. And as promised, there was gambling involved. Me and Kel snuck through the doors a couple of times to punt on a couple of horses, but our first attempt was unsuccessful.

Then on the next trots, i picked a roughie called JD's Beau, paying $11 at the time, for 3 wins and a place. But by the time the race started, everyone must of been dissing him, cos his odds were at $21 instead. For the whole race i had no idea which horse was mine, but with like 200m to go i saw this horse satrt to charge it right down the middle, and i knew it was JD's Beau. It was destiny. But it ended up being a photo finish, so after a couple of nervous minutes, it was decided that JD's Beau won by a nose! And i won a cool $70.80.

So i quit while i was ahead.

After we heard that famous song at the Vasse, 'Closing Time', we headed down the Nard. We got ID checked and went straight for the bar, where we promptly snapped up some wicked multi-coloured alcholic slushies. Bliss. Even Kel stopped hugging for a bit to have some. That's big, that is.

Then it started to wind down and Karen took us home, and now here i am the next day, blogging about it. We need more nights like that one i reckon. Except without the headache the next morning.

Anyways, Peace.

T-Betta out

Together Again

Tonight, the lambda boys should be back in action again... At the Vasse. Yes, this is the first time in over 4 months that the once-feared drinking unit will be doing what they do best - drinking alcohol. Except for Tom, who is best at taking his shirt off. All the time.

I say should because Kelly hasnt RSVP'ed yet. So Kelly if you're reading this, GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER, and send me a msg. Oh and if you're reading this, which you would be if you just read that, then get out your mobile right now. Seriously. Get it out and send Kelly a msg telling him to go out tonight. And to text me back. Cos we love you Clifford and cant wait to see you throw up yet again...

Anyway, nothing really interesting has happened lately, except that i met someone pretty cool, and ive been winning a couple of bets on the NBA along with my partner in crime (and also blogging), Brocky.

Notice how i said 'winning'. Brock would just say 'placing'.

Also, got my new BBL kicks the other day... Can't wait to play ball in them. Im hoping that they are like the shoes on 'Like Mike'. Thatd be awesome. But we dont need it anyway this week. We are gonna kill Saints White. Metaphorically speaking.

Peace
T-Betta out...