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I have been sorely remiss in handing out awards that I have been given. Better late than never though, right?

Just A Mom gave me this –

How sweet and pretty is that?

I would like to pass it on to Alli~Mrs Fussypants because I have finally subscribed to her feed and I am loving it.

Lotus, because she always needs bling. And magical and golden? Just screams Lotus at me.

Frogpondsrock because her photos are pretty magical

Tiff from Three Ring Circus because I wish I had magic sparkly dust to make everything better for her. Chocolate will help, right?

AND finally

Amanda from Shamelessy Sassy because I discovered her blog when I was nominating for the Bloggies. She is a finalist in the ‘Best Writing of a Weblog‘ category. Go vote for her. Now!

Julie from Rats in Lab Cancer gave me this –

Thankyou Julie! Have you seen Julie’s blog? Her Tato Head Tuesday post had me in stitches. Go read it.

I would love to pass this on to

Witchypoo for doing my maths problems in an email this morning. Also, because who else would make me laugh and cringe at the same time?

Ree over at Hotfessional. She ran out of bandwidth this month, so just bear with her until she can coerce some poor techie into fixing it for her.

Marie from Memarie Lane, she has just announced she is pregnant with her third baby and very happy about it. So don’t ask if she is pleased or *gasp* not.

Zoe from I’ve Come Undone. Simply because I love her header. Duct tape all the way baby.

Sandy from Momisodes and Tiff from Three Ring Circus gave me this –

You guys are so nice to me! Thankyou. Tiff in particular has been having a hard time lately, her daughter Ivy is sick and she needs all the support she can get. Head on over to her blog and love her with your comments okay?

I’d love to pass this to

Cookiebitch because she ALWAYS makes me laugh. She swears a bit, so please don’t visit her and then get all high and mighty about her language. I promise you, she won’t care anyway. I can’t link to just one of her posts because they are all so damn funny. Just go read her. Then subscribe because you don’t want to miss a post.

Dawn from Alex Year One because she started the Hawtolucion.

Marylin at A Little Space For Me because she is awesome. ‘Nuff said. She got sleep this weekend! Sleep is good stuff.

Also, to Candy from Candy’s Corner. Because her post about her terrible holiday had me enthralled.

Okay we are getting there!

Mr Lady from Whiskey in my Sippy Cup gave me these

Now I’m not entirely sure what the Be The Blog award is supposed to be all about, BUT I figure I can just pass it on willy nilly because I can. So there.

To Jenty, because she writes so well and her photos are drool worthy.

Badness Jones because she always makes me laugh.

Courtney because she is moving interstate with her 2 yo and she is due to give birth to baby Blake any day now. Also because I haven’t heard anything from her I’m starting to worry. What better way to bring her out of hiding?

And finally

Trish from My Little Drummer Boys. She chases after twin boys all day and still finds time to write a great blog.

To Burgh Babys Mom. I always laugh when I am over at your place. Thankyou.

Maddy at Whitterer on Autism because she always makes me think.

Julie from Causes Rats In Lab Cancer because her comments are as funny as her blog.

And last but not least, Kelley. Because her colour scheme always makes me want coffee and chocolate.

Okay, I have crampy fingers now. Thankyou to all my lovely award givers. I *heart* you LOTS. Thankyou to everyone else for sharing your blogs with me.

Weekly Winners.

She is taunting me. “Look Mum, I’m gonna put it in my nose, I’m gonna, are you watching me?”

“Look see? I did it. HA! But wait….ummm, Mum? This isn’t as good as I though it would be.”

“MUM! I’m trying to breastfeed and you keep snapping me! The flash hurts my eyes, alright? Enough!”

I was up just before dawn the other day (4.30am) waiting for Amy to fall back asleep. The sky was just starting to lighten, so I ran outside in my knickers and snapped a bunch of photos. Luckily Amy went back to sleep for me, so I was able to go back to bed.

See more Weekly Winners here.

Dawn came up with the wonderful idea that we all should find something in our closet that makes us feel pretty.

Okay, here we go.

I was very slack and I don’t have any photos taken especially for this. HOWEVER, I do have photos in my computer that sum things up brilliantly.

Here is how I look on any given day.

You know, minus the glass of tequila I am holding. I wear jeans and jumpers or jeans and tshirts ALL the time. Lather rinse repeat.

Actually this is probably closer to the mark. Laptop and everything.

Or this. Hey Looky! Different day, similar clothes. I am so OUT THERE and original, no?

So, even before Dawn started this Hawtolucion, I was so sick of my wardrobe. Sick of feeling invisible, sick of the same old stuff. I went out and shopped and some new! pretty! clothes. Even a dress and a skirt! *GASP*

Here is my dress, it makes me feel gorgeous. It makes old men lick their lips at me, even if that is a little bit (okay A LOT) creepy. I love it. Not the licking of the lips, I can do without that, no really, I can. I love the dress. It is so comfortable as well and I can still wear a nursing bra under it. Thank goodness for wide straps!

Viva la Hawtolución!!!

See more Hawtalicious Women here.

Today is Australia Day, an excuse to get drunk around a barbie and eat lamb chops. Good times.

What is Australia to me?

It’s singing Waltzing Matilda at the top of your lungs with mates and eating charred lamb chops with your fingers, while the woodsmoke gets in your eyes.

It is feeding the dogs the scraps.

It is the high summers and the smell of bushfires on the wind.

It is the freezing winters and black ice on the roads.

It is letting your lawn die because there isn’t any water for frivolities.

Showers over 1 minute are a frivolity.

It is having no mobile phone coverage in my back yard.

Or broadband access either.

It was having an outside dunny when I was a kid.

And eating raspberries straight from the garden.

It is soaring petrol prices. ($1.49 per litre? I mean, really)

It is wearing the flag with pride. (Except! if that is all you are wearing, you better be extremely good looking or else I might be annoyed. Or blinded.)

It is tolerance for EVERYONE, because we are ALL immigrants except the aboriginals.

It is drought.

And flood.

It is playing in the sunshine.

And worrying about the ozone layer, as we slip, slop and slap.

It is saying Mummy, not Mommy and humour and metre and litre. Centigrade, not farenheit and kilometres, not miles.

It is making fun of songs at the top of our lungs in the car (Amy is going to be so embarrassed when she is bigger).

It is not worrying about terrorists, because hello? What good is Tassie to them anyway? Do you want our APPLE ORCHARDS? Egads! Blow up our proposed Pulp Mill? Why CERTAINLY! Half of the state will help you with that.

It is worrying about the lack of environmental protection in my beautiful state.

It is clear felling, fire bombing and poisoned animals.

This

is going to become this?

And then they will do this to finish up.

It is so sad and so scary. 90% of the logs go for woodchips. WOODCHIPS for goodness sakes. *sigh*

It is having the right to write whatever I want. And fighting for that right, because I don’t want my internet filtered at an ISP level.

It is being able to get political on my blog, even though I rarely do.

It is going off on a tangent.

And coming back. Hello there!

Being Australian is a whole bundle of things. Mostly for me, it is being who I am and believing in what I like.

Happy Australia Day. Have a beer by the barbie for me, okay? And a chop. Is lamb, is good.

Stay with me here, I am all blogged out for today, so I present to you one of my very favourite Monty Python sketches.

(Opening Scene : A tourist dressed in a business suit approaches a shepherd. The sounds of sheep and the outdoors are heard.)

Tourist: Good afternoon.

Shepherd: Afternoon

Tourist: Ah, lovely day isn’t it?

Shepherd: Eh, ’tis that.

Tourist: You here on holiday?

Shepherd: Nope, I live ‘ere.

Tourist: Oh, good for you. Uh…those ARE sheep aren’t they?

Shepherd: Yeh.

Tourist: Hmm, thought they were. Only, what are they doing up in the trees?

Shepherd: A fair question and one that in recent weeks ‘as been much on my mind. It’s my considered opinion that they’re nestin’.

Tourist: Nesting?

Shepherd: Aye.

Tourist: Like birds?

Shepherd: Exactly. It’s my belief that these sheep are laborin’ under the misapprehension that they’re birds. Observe their be’avior. Take for a start the sheeps’ tendency to ‘op about the field on their ‘ind legs. Now witness their attempts to fly from tree to tree. Notice that they do not so much fly as…plummet.

(Baaa baaa… flap flap flap… whoosh… thud.)

Tourist: Yes, but why do they think they’re birds?

Shepherd: Another fair question. One thing is for sure, the sheep is not a creature of the air. They have enormous difficulty in the comparatively simple act of perchin’. (Baaa baaa… flap flap flap… whoosh… thud.) Trouble is, sheep are very dim. Once they get an idea in their ‘eads, there’s no shiftin’ it.

Tourist: But where did they get the idea?

Shepherd: From Harold. He’s that most dangerous of creatures, a clever sheep. ‘e’s realized that a sheep’s life consists of standin’ around for a few months and then bein’ eaten. And that’s a depressing prospect for an ambitious sheep.

Tourist: Well why don’t just remove Harold?

Shepherd: Because of the enormous commercial possibilities if ‘e succeeds.

Thanks to this website for supplying me with the transcript.