the grinch stole christmas

behind the smoke & mirrors of lazy summer days & barbecues on the "slip, slop, slap" beach at sydney & fab pool parties with meandering yachts cresting the harbour, this was the reality of my christmas this year.

still that cold can of creamed corn in front of my solo video gaming station for xmas lunch was delicious. all that was missing was a glass of fresh goon to wash it down.

the blonde's guide to changing a car tyre

five hours & a ten kilometer walk to intermittent mobile reception after we blew & shredded our cooper 4WD tyres on some bad ass guillotine rocks we made brief contact with a voice over 300 kilometers away. before losing contact again. the eerie shadowy bush echoing back our desperate calls.

ingenious chick answers to broken jack know-how, cleverly placed hair clips & girlie guns stranded deep in the australian bush until an unlikely knight turned up in the middle of the looming darkness. for a [very long] minute there mcgyver would have been impressed. NRMA SCHMENRMA...