Dad’s going into the jewelry business

Well, it’s actually an extension of the DILLIGAF business

DILLIGAF bracelets

The samples arrived from overseas today

And have already been stolen by Dad & I

Looks like in inherited his freckly wrists

As well as his penchant for saying fuck, a lot

* I wasn’t real flash at the blogging on the Sydney tour. And now I’m out on my solo W.A. tour. These are just random flashbacks as they come to me. And no doubt 98% bullshit.

Anyone that’s ever been out on the road

Knows the importance of gaffa tape

It fixes everything

And we’d be lucky to get through a show without a roll

I found some fabbo patterned stuff a few weeks ago

And had to buy it

In all sorts of fun styles

When I showed it to the boys, they laughed

I believe Dad’s words were, “…gaffa should be black. Only black. That stuff you brought over looks poofy. I bet only chick singers buy it…”

Oh really?

Then how come there’s none left, when I barely used it?

I happened to catch Daz strapping Dad’s microphone & instrument pack onto him

Before last night’s show

Boys lie.

So the girls got new scooters today

I won’t say ‘who’ they got them from

Because really, who would be silly enough to buy 2 kids brand new scooters

Two kids that are here temporarily

Two kids that have perfectly good scooters back at their house in Chicago

Scooters that are too big to fit in their suitcases

And would cost more than they’re worth, in excess baggage to take home with them?

Hint – it was me

Anyhoo

They loved them

Magoo was tentative at first

Like when she was shitting herself on the horse last week type of tentativeness

Tentativeness, is that even a word?

Is now.

But she came ’round eventually, as she does

Macaroni was a speed demon on hers

I told her she can’t get back on it, ’til I buy her shoulder/knee/elbow pads and a helmet

And maybe some bubble wrap

She likes to go very fast

And that makes Mummy very nervous

Only a few pics of the girls riding today though

Because I was too busy running my arse off making sure they stayed upright

And not bleeding

OK, that was a lie

The real reason there’s not many photos of M&M

Is ’cause Poppy got wind that there were new toys over at our place

And we found out today that Poppy loves new toys

But he’s not very good at sharing

The girls are getting their Nanna & Poppy time in on this trip

Big time

Like, every day

Which is a whole pile of awesome for everyone

It’s a big ol’ mutual admiration society going on over here

But for anyone that reads this blog regularly

And knows about my youngest daughter, Magoo

How cute & spunky she is

Yes, cute & spunky is code for – Oh sweet Jesus if turns out anymore like my Dad we are all fucked – fucked I say!

You’d understand my trepidation & concern of her excess Poppy time

She  already lives by the DILLIGAF motto FAR to much for her Mummy’s liking

But I couldn’t separate them if I tried

They’re like Papa Smurf & Baby Smurf

Sonny & mini Cher

Laurel & Hardy the midget

Dad’s been working hard at educating the girls with as much ‘Australiana’ as he can

He loves that they live in Chicago and all that that entails

Annual trips to the U.S to see them

The awesome little ‘gansta’ accents they have

But he’s always been determined that they should know as much as he can teach them about their Aussie heritage

And the girls, in turn, are complete sponges

Hanging on his every word

He’s like a walking encyclopedia of Australia and it’s history

Ask a question – he’ll know the  answer

He’s also trying hard to instill in them, important life lessons about growing up in the bush

I don’t have the heart to tell him that some of his outback ‘ways’

Are lost on a couple of little city chicks from Chicago

But I’m happy let him keep sharing his chunks of Poppy wisdom with them

Like, “Never squat for a shit poop while you’re wearing spurs”