I tweeted this morning

And I have called his cell at least 20 times since then

Just to fuck with him check that it’s working

To add to his Bieber-fever – I just downloaded the new Justin Bieber Christmas album

I’ve been playing it, on repeat, for the last 2 hours

Loud

Macaroni and Magoo are stoked, and a running around saying, “…Mummy’s the greatest!”

Three guesses what Diamond is running around saying..

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”

Two years ago, when we last toured New Zealand

Mum & I were looking for something to do on our day off

This time, I won’t be so fucking stupid I’m letting Mum pick the activity

Flew from Chicago to Los Angeles

Then jumped on a big boy plane to fly to Brisbane

About 13 hours later, as we started descending

I looked out the window and saw this

Now, Brisbane is a beautiful city

But even a blonde fucktard like me I know, that this was not Brisbane

The pilot comes over the intercom

Brisbane was clouded in fog this morning making it unsafe to land. We didn’t have enough fuel to circle around and wait for the fog to lift, so we have redirected to Noumea, where we will refuel. That should take under 2 hours. If it takes longer than that, we are not permitted to fly any more, as pilots are only allowed to fly for a certain amount of hours per trip, and any time over 2 hours, would mean we would have to stay in Noumea for 36 hours, until we could re-continue our journey to Brisbane

The fuck?

So once we landed, pretty much the whole plane looked out the window at the little men on the ground refueling the plane

Chanting, “…faster, faster, faster!”, that I may have instigated

But it worked!

With 40 minutes to spare, we took off for Brissie

I ended up being on that plane for nearly 20 hours

My bum stopped talking to me, they stopped serving food and *gasp* DRINKS

And I missed my connecting flight to Darwin

But I was able to nab one of the last seats on the only other flight out to Darwin – thank you Jetstar!

And the biggest surprise of all?

My GUITAR SHOWED UP TOO!!