great aussie bbq

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BBQ’s in our household usually consist of a fire, a lot of grog, mates and of course the mean machine, the barbeque itself. Yes, I know, above is not a particularly mean looking bbq but it does the job.

The boys spent the afternoon chopping wood. Timber we had found strewn all over the garden, a lot of it from a 30 year old rotten chook shed that we had dismantled. Yes we purchased a reno, and no, we don’t have any money to renovate it.

The kids ran around and played until they fell asleep stuffed, way past their bedtime.

The boys made sure to have the TV set up outside so that they could still see the footy game while they sat around the fire.

The toilet shifted to the green patch at the side of the house. I suppose the boys were becoming more water conscious as the night went on. Didn’t want to flush the toilet too many times. Australia does run out of water after all.

Various games began when the kids eventually buggered off to bed. And I mean that in the nicest way possible my angels. When I say games I just mean stupid things that happened to happen. My bloke isn’t some kind of aussie party planner or anything.

These include:

– knuckle wars

– who can epilate their legs for the longest – hand-held devil machine I received for mothers day, hint???

– wheres my beer gone

– invite the neighbour’s

– who can mix the most types of alcohol and still stand up

When all of the light entertainment had ended I retired to bed. I have a baby to wake up for and a toddler who won’t care if I’m hungover in the morning. It’d be nice if you could ask your 2 year old for a paracetamol and a berocca! Oh yeah, and tell your 3 month old to make make her own bottle, mummy can’t look at another bottle! I wish.

Now you have be really careful the next day. Especially when you go to bed early and miss most of the night. There are a few things you need to remember.

1. Don’t trust any kitchen towels, its highly likely they’ve been used to wipe up something gross. Don’t bother with the sniff test, just wash. Dish rags again, could have been used anywhere. Wash.

3. You’ll never know if red stains are wine or blood. Disinfect.

4. You’ll find beer bottles for weeks, you may even find one that has exploded in the freezer.

5. Chuck out all grated cheese. Don’t trust it. Someone has usually stood there munching it straight from the packet straight after pissing in the green patch!

Morning walk around the garden to inspect the damage!!

bottles

crusty demons

Yep my aussie bloke has taught me a few things including how to ride a dirt bike. Love the crusty demons.

However!

What he failed to teach me is that wearing the humble thong, and by thong I mean flip flop, is that they may lead to extremely friggin unsightly heels and feet!

Argh!!!!

crusty demons

crusty demons

Its all well and good for blokes, they don’t have to worry about looks and stuff. Well not real aussie blokes, there is some kind of weird metro sexual bieber vanity spreading but most males couldn’t care less about their feet.

However, because I’m a Lady! its a slightly different story.

Unfortunately in my case with naturally dry pom skin, while thongs are the source of all things comfortable, easy, goes-with-almost-anything aussie footwear, they are also create the worst cracked and dry heels in history!

Long gone are the days where I wear socks and shoes and have lovely supple, soft, hydrated feet. Yep, now I wear the bloody things all year round!

Yes! Even in the rain, even when its so cold my toes go numb.

and they’re not suggesting i’m an apple

I like to think that the term “pom” is used fondly by Aussies, for those who have recently originated from the UK. I say fondly in an ever hopeful way because I’m dating an aussie and I’m from the UK!

In reality I would say that the term would be used mostly in jest and sometimes in annoyance. And yes my defacto/DH/boyfriend aussie I’m dating has been able to overcome my annoying nature by my striking good looks. Men are so fickle.

Moving on, does anyone actually know where the name comes from? I’m pretty sure that they don’t mean that we are a bunch of apples! Pomme being apple in french. I’m pretty sure aussies don’t give a two farts about french anyway.

It actually comes from POHM which was stamped on convict clothing and equipment, standing for Prisoner Of His/Her Majesty.

I would hazard a guess that young aussies don’t know this. I didn’t.

A thought…

Its strange that recently arrived/non-convict British should acquire this name, when in reality it refers to the very first white convict Australians. From whom those people using the word today have originated.

Your thoughts…