On Friday we said goodbye to my boss' boss, a sabbatical brought forward by what I'm told is a biannual blood letting un-affectionately know as a "spill-n-fill". The heartfelt tributes on the achievements of a sixteen year career did make me stop and reflect upon my career to date. The past decade has certainly had benefits, but having not left any lasting legacy anywhere is a small regret.
This weekend flew low on the radar. Saturday afternoon BBQ with Shalome et al., home to a DVD.
Sunday was cold and wet. The kind of morning you wake up and just imagine how wonderful it would be for someone to bring you tea and French toast in bed. Cue The Lovely Samantha. Shoot me the next time I complain.
see ya,
Minas.
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Sunday, 27 February 2011
Sunday, 20 February 2011
Birthday Boys
The beauty of a cold climate is that you can dress appropriately for it, possibly the one failing of hotter, humid environs. This weekend in Sydney was stifling. The trees wouldn’t move a leaf for fear of breaking some kind of listless covenant in honour of our return home. When it’s cold you layer up, but when it’s hot there’s only so much you can strip off until you’re down to your birthday suit which was fortuitous timing (I suppose) being Bodhi & my birthday weekend.
The thematic inspiration for our combined Saturday affair was sourced 
from that much maligned humble haircut - The Mullet (All business at the front, party at the back). The business half was Bodhi’s – a regimented afternoon schedule of organised games to keep the little sugar vacuums entertained. The party bit, a slight misnomer, all mine – kids asleep, adults relaxing with some nice food and drink under the stars.
At Bodhi’s request we decked out the backyard in princess pink pom poms, streamers and balloons. I’ll admit, a little self-centered part of me wonders if/when this princess tiara phase will wear off, but the selfless part just says chillax, so I did (Buddha would be proud). Despite comments of a wedding chapel semblance to our backyard, the only vows exchanged were to ensure that we come home more regularly.
After the 34 degree heat and unbearable humidity of Sydney, flying back to Melbourne’s much more sensible 16 degrees was a cool blessing. Bodhi celebrated his transition to boyhood by sleeping sans nappy.
They grow up so fast.
Happy birthday my boy,
Minas.
Monday, 14 February 2011
Campers
Hey All;
We headed out of town this weekend for a camping trip deep into The Otways. Our companions were an old colleague (from PwC days) and his family. Being a regular contributor to 4WD and off-roading magazines, Rob's family were quite the outdoors folk. In the tent pitching stakes we were well and truly caught with our fly down as they put up theirs and were reclining with a fresh pot
of billy tea while we were still reading instructions.
While i'm certainly not complaining about our tent (it satisfies all our basic needs), during our stay my mind was opened to the wonderful possibilities of camper trailers (the kind that you tow to a campsite, fold it out like a concertina, et voila). Affectionately titled "Marriage Savers", they're positioned as the middle ground between the requirements of a bit chomping husband, rearing to prove his manhood on the battlefield of primal survival...and those of the Lovely Samantha. Priced between 10k-30k it may just be the cheapest holiday house we'll ever be able to afford, but certainly not justifiable without good cause - cue our as yet unconfirmed potential trip around Australia sometime in the next decade (or so). Based on that solid justification, I've booked in for the sales consultants to run me through their fleet of 2011 campers with all mod cons.
In betweeen waterfalls and wombats, kids, Kookaburras and hollow promise of Koalas we just generally enjoyed the Victorian bush. Sam worked her culinary wonders (yet again) preparing every meal in advance. We dined on such staple camp fare as greek spanakopita, red cabbage salad and japanese brown rice salmon balls to name a few.
Home in the late afternoon to a nice Melbourne evening and the sounds of the St Kilda festival wafting over the airwaves and into our abode.
see ya,
Minas.
We headed out of town this weekend for a camping trip deep into The Otways. Our companions were an old colleague (from PwC days) and his family. Being a regular contributor to 4WD and off-roading magazines, Rob's family were quite the outdoors folk. In the tent pitching stakes we were well and truly caught with our fly down as they put up theirs and were reclining with a fresh potof billy tea while we were still reading instructions.
While i'm certainly not complaining about our tent (it satisfies all our basic needs), during our stay my mind was opened to the wonderful possibilities of camper trailers (the kind that you tow to a campsite, fold it out like a concertina, et voila). Affectionately titled "Marriage Savers", they're positioned as the middle ground between the requirements of a bit chomping husband, rearing to prove his manhood on the battlefield of primal survival...and those of the Lovely Samantha. Priced between 10k-30k it may just be the cheapest holiday house we'll ever be able to afford, but certainly not justifiable without good cause - cue our as yet unconfirmed potential trip around Australia sometime in the next decade (or so). Based on that solid justification, I've booked in for the sales consultants to run me through their fleet of 2011 campers with all mod cons.
In betweeen waterfalls and wombats, kids, Kookaburras and hollow promise of Koalas we just generally enjoyed the Victorian bush. Sam worked her culinary wonders (yet again) preparing every meal in advance. We dined on such staple camp fare as greek spanakopita, red cabbage salad and japanese brown rice salmon balls to name a few.
Home in the late afternoon to a nice Melbourne evening and the sounds of the St Kilda festival wafting over the airwaves and into our abode.
see ya,
Minas.
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