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 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!
So this is a funny story… looking back.
My father was over from the UK, meeting my bloke for the first time.
We were camping and naturally, he drank lots of piss. By the end of the night he was the last man standing, or rather sitting, half awake on a camping chair.
So like the charming man he is, he decided that jumping onto the blown up mattress in our tent, and waking me and our sleeping baby up was a bad idea. Well perhaps that’s how his brain worked, you can never be sure. So, he found somewhere else to sleep.
Where better than the car boot.
Shortly after this, while all was quiet in the camping ground I hear, “Bella!” that’s me. Followed 30 seconds later by “Bella!” followed a minute later by CLUNK! He’d shut the car boot. It must’ve been pretty cold.
Given by the reduction in noise I assumed he was inside the car rather than outside, and frankly, at that point in time I was happy for him to stay there. I went back to sleep.
A few hours later, the sun now up, I went in search of him. I opened the boot to find him snuggled up under the dog blanket.
I left the boot open so that every passer by on their way to the toilet block could see who woke them up at 4am.
Luckily for him, my Dad was a pretty cruisey bloke and the whole saga didn’t really phase him.
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.
[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.”
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.
Getting a mouthful of fluff when its just easier if I put the dummy in my mouth to clean it.
God knows what I’m picking up from this 35 year old carpet.
So this is how I found my epilator the other morning.
I have a feeling theres a naked aussie leg around to match this horror!
Please refer to “Great Aussie Bbq” for more on this delightful story.
What aussie blokes become parents they seem to perfect the art of looking busy. This ensures that they have plenty of excuses and very little time to do menial baby related tasks. I generally get handed the baby when a very important call to a mate has to be made, he swears that he promised to call the guy back and forgot. Usually to my horror there is a massive turd in the babies nappy!
Or similarly they become pros at THE DISAPPEARING ACT! How my bloke does it in a small 3 bedroom home I’ll never know but he still manages to pull it off! It seems to occur most often when both kids suddenly go nuts or something. Suspiciously great timing.
One thing I do love is how he disappears to the toilet with his phone or laptop. Only place in the house where he can hide and not be disturbed, even if he is doing a shit!
It made my day, or rather night, when after a few drinks he offered to do all the night feeds that night. “After all” he said, “you work so hard with those kids.” Ahhhh, sweet right?
1am rolls around, wow… I’ve never seen anyone do a 180 so fast. Needless to say, I held him to his promise. I didn’t budge from the bed. Great nights’ sleep that was 🙂
Possibly the most annoying excuse is:
I have to get up for work in the morning. Well… last week you drank with mates until 2am and still went to work the next day. Don’t use that excuse with me mate!
Note: Not ALL aussie men are like this, however many men internationally may be.