Yes… its a bull with a built in esky, and bottle opener for an arse!

Made from recycled metal and in my blokes footy team colours its perfect for the summer.

Bull Esky

Bull Esky made from recycled metal

Love how it is so unique. You can see all the different pieces of metal, very creative.

Also loved how it came wrapped!

Bull Esky

Oh My!

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a little bit of aussie bloke hard yakka

This is what most aussie blokes do each day. Croc wrangling just comes naturally.

 

While most aussie blokes are pretty laid back, when it comes to crunch they are great work horses.

I don’t mean tasks they consider part of the female domain (they are quite traditional in this sense) the job has to be really blokey, like cutting up firewood wood with a massive chainsaw, or cleaning something with a powerful engine, or building something really huge. Put simply, when it comes to the real hard yakka, they put in the hours of labour to get the job done.

All they need at the end of the job is a cold beer and maybe a tasty barbeque, which they’ll happily cook of course. Don’t expect them to clean up afterwards though. Thats not blokey enough.

Strangely I’ve been blessed with a form of aussie bloke who’ll roll out the occasional cleaning spree. I sit with the kids and he whirls around the house getting chores done in an hour, that I’ve struggled to complete all week. Don’t be fooled however, this is generally before guests arrive on the weekend, and he won’t touch a single piece of clothing to be washed or folded. During his cleaning sprees piles of crap end up stuffed in cupboards and bedrooms. But hey, I’m not complaining. Well, not in this post anyway.

I’m gonna start sharing more about being the Friggin Missus on my Facebook Page. Don’t be shy, the page has got the record for the least likes ever! Woohoo… thanks Facebook.

 

 

Cut gyprock, beer, screw to frame, beer…

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We’re building,  or rather, my aussie bloke is building an extra room. He is being taught by a friend, it’s obviously very hard work if they need this many beers.

I just hope my room turns out okay.

Needless to say, my kids aren’t playing in this area today. Its normally the activities room. Not a hint of safety precautions visible here.

I can predict the future

Last night as we sat outside in the setting sun, a wine in my hand a beer and a ciggie in his, we admired the frame he had spent the afternoon building, one step closer to that fourth bedroom.

Romantic, well no. The conversation turns to when the second wall will be built. “I’ll build it tomorrow”, he says.

Hmmmm…

[this is where I begin to predict the future]

“No you won’t.” I reply.

He looks confused. “I will” he says.

“Nup. You have a beer in your hand, we’re going over to the neighbours for a bbq tonight and you’re buggered. You’re gonna drink like a fish, you won’t eat any food cos you’ll fill up on beer, and you won’t go to bed until 2am. That wall, ain’t getting built tomorrow.”

No response.

The next morning I find him on the sofa, I hand him the baby and shout, “Renovating waits for no man!” and I head into our daughters room to paint. Sweet, sweet revenge for him trying to keep me up for a “yarn” at 1am last night.

He couldn’t get off the sofa except to venture out for a chilli bbq beef kebab.

 

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!!

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reno’s based on position of flat screen

So we’ve decided to buy and renovate our home instead of paying copious amounts of money for someone else’s taste in home decor.

Man Cave

I have since realised however that the aussie blokes’ idea of renovating is based solely around the position of the flat screen. After a heated argument with my man, I decided that I’d have to fight for my bay windows and french doors because if I don’t my family home will turn into a man cave!