My Epic Journey

Last week my family and I moved back to the Northern Territory (NT) – after first moving to South Australia for eight months and then to Canberra for just over two years. When we first left the NT we were so happy and excited to be leaving and now we are just as happy and excited to be back again!

It cost us a small fortune to do all this interstate moving, but I think sometimes you just have to do these things to figure out where you really want to be and what’s most important to you.

It was a hell of a long drive (over 4,000 kilometres) so my latest comic is all about our trip. (My daughter is absent from the comic because we flew her over due to the fact that she suffers from motion sickness.)

There was a lot of this…

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…and this.

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Which was followed by this. (Aka me sitting in the car with my legs crossed whilst simultaneously cursing Mother Nature and societal norms regarding public urination and females.)

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If I ever have to do another long trip I swear I am buying one of these! It would be worth it just to see the look on their faces!

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On particularly long stints I would take the wheel for a short time to allow my husband to nap. I can’t drive for long because I get quite anxious at high speeds. I am also rather short-sighted, even with my glasses on, and often have trouble making out objects on the roadside.

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Our driving styles are quite different.

My husband takes the relaxed I know exactly what I’m doing approach (while I sit in the front seat watching the speedometer like a hawk – seriously, I’m like a human cruise control, except more annoying).

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Whereas when I drive I prefer to take the panic-stricken I am one wayward kangaroo away from freaking out and rolling this thing approach.

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Overall it was a pretty good trip. We caught up with friends and family along the way which helped to break up the tedium of sitting in a car for hours on end. Of course, the best thing of all was finally reaching our destination. Specifically, the welcoming committee that awaited us in the toilet of our new house.

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I am home.

The Cicada Shells

As a youngster I was an enormous nature lover – I spent most of my days looking under fallen leaves for beetles and breeding tadpoles every rainy season – so it’s no surprise that Harry Butler was one of my childhood idols. I believed he was magical because every rock or branch he turned over revealed an animal of some kind. I wanted to be just like Harry and never missed his show, In the Wild with Harry Butler.

One day my dad and I were in our backyard when he called me over and pointed to a small creature attached to a tree. It was hideous. It looked like a cross between a tarantula and a naked mole rat.

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To my surprise, my dad pulled it from the tree and held it out to me, as though I was supposed put my hand out to hold it. I looked at him like he was about to set me on fire and let him know, in no uncertain terms, that I would not be touching it anytime soon.

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My dad tried to convince me that it was harmless, that it wasn’t even alive and was, in fact, just a shell. But it was the creepiest thing I had ever seen and I refused to go near it. I didn’t believe it was just a shell; I thought it was alive and perfectly capable of biting off one of my fingers.

After many minutes of trying to convince me of its harmlessness my dad gave me a choice: I could either hold the cicada shell or I wouldn’t get to watch Harry Butler that night. I was devastated – it was like Sophie’s Choice!

I thought about how repulsive the cicada shell was and how much I loved Harry Butler. I cried and pleaded with him, but he was resolute. I came to the conclusion that my dad was the meanest dad alive.

Harry Butler

My love for Harry was so strong that eventually I closed my eyes, held out my hand and waited for my dad to drop the repulsive creature in it. Suddenly, I felt the lightest touch on my palm, it was like a feather. I opened my eyes and took a closer look – it really was just a shell! I was instantly fascinated. From that moment on I was the cicada queen (and I got to watch Harry that night).

Not only was I no longer scared of cicada shells, I would seek out the live nymphs, put them on my shirt and let them hatch on me. I would then wear the empty shells on my clothes like badges. Cicadas were the most fascinating creatures I’d ever encountered.

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One day I found an unusually large amount of cicada shells on a tree in our front yard and instantly had an idea.

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Dad, thanks for making me hold the cicada shell. Mum, you can blame dad for that one!

My Cat Has An Eating Disorder

For a long time I thought my cat was just wonderfully cuddly or wearing her winter fur, but after being asked if she was pregnant by at least nine people (including the guy who came to fix our bathroom tiles) I began to think that perhaps my perception was a little distorted.

There were definite signs that she had a problem.

Like the day we realised that our fish tank was just a big, glass pot-plant holder.

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It’s not like I haven’t tried to help her slim down, I really have, but she always finds a way to thwart my efforts.

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The other day I fed the cat and dog and, as always, I fed the cat on top of the dryer so the dog can’t eat her food. After a few minutes I heard growling and barking coming from the laundry. This is what I found:

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That’s right, apparently her food was just an appetiser and the dog’s food was her main meal. This discovery left me wondering two things; firstly, how many times has she done this without me knowing and secondly, why is my dog such a wimp?

So, I put my cat on yet another diet yesterday and I thought she was doing pretty well…that is, until I went to take the clothes out of the dryer.

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As I bent down to retrieve the toasty-warm clothes I heard footsteps thundering so loudly through the house that, for a brief moment, I believed it might be the four horsemen of the apocalypse.

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I was confronted with a full-on assault!

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My cat, in the mistaken belief that (because I was in the laundry) she was about to be fed, leaped through the air with such force that she butted me fair in the head, knocked me off balance and crashed into the box of laundry powder atop the dryer, spilling its contents all over the floor.

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She then attempted to look cute and ask for food.

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Although I know this diet is good for my cat’s health, I’m not so sure that it’s good for mine.

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Why Winter Sucks

Winter is approaching again and I am absolutely dreading it. Soon I’ll be rugged up on the couch, covered in blankets, while my whole family will be getting about in T-shirts and annoyingly insisting that, “It’s not that cold”.

For the entirety of the winter months my hands become like ice blocks and my skin turns to permanent goose flesh. In fact, I’m pretty much like that during the autumn months as well. Give me a hot, humid, summer’s day any day.

Here are some more reason why I think winter sucks:

My shoes don’t fit.

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The torturous decision each morning to end a steaming hot shower.

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The atrociously unsexy nightly attire.

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Getting into bed.

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Getting out of bed.

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Excruciating foot cramps brought on by the cold.

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I did manage come up with one good thing about winter…I always win at “icicle hands”!

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The SpongeBob Costume

It all started when my son, Daniel, brought home the latest school newsletter. They were having a costume day and the children were to come dressed as their favourite movie or television star. Having never made a fancy dress costume in my life I was immediately consumed with all-too familiar feelings of guilt and inadequacy.

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Then I had an idea. Surely there must be a way I could make a SpongeBob costume without sewing!

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So I jumped online and searched…

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It was going to be brilliant!

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I was so excited about the costume and my son and I were going to have a blast making it!

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Yep, I was pretty much the most awesome mother in the world. (Even if I can’t sew.)

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I couldn’t wait for school to finish.

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At first Daniel was thrilled. He loves doing arts and crafts and was really keen to get started on a project.

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I explained the project to him…

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but was totally unprepared for his reaction.

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I tried to sell it.

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But I knew he wasn’t buying it when he said:

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I didn’t let go easily.

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It was brutal.

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Don’t worry, I’ll get over it.

Eventually.

Without my Cat and Dog…

Our pets drive us crazy from time to time, but things are never boring with them around. Recently I got to thinking, what would life be like without them?

Without my cat and dog…

who would stalk me and make me feel important?

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who would kill the really big spiders?

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who would create an obstacle course for me when I come home from grocery shopping?

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who would kill the giant rat I didn’t know I had?

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who would make my yoga practice more challenging?

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who would alert me to the fact that a car door has been closed, somewhere?

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who would prevent the house from being overrun by plants?

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who would make our boring clothes look like expensive fur coats?

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…and, goodness knows, those tissues aren’t going to tear themselves up!

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Yep, life would be pretty crap without them.

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