FOUR. Family.

I have an odd family. I often get told this. We are a little bit mental and a little bit wonderful. We have our issues, we have our drama's but we do actually love each other to bit's.

There is just four of us in our little family. There is Me, My brilliant Mum, My step-Dad Bill and my little brother Stephen.

Bill and his dog, Wesley.

Bill has been married to my Mumsy for fifteen years this year. He is a courier by trade, a avid lover of all creatures great and small, an insane Geelong Cat's supporter and a real bloke.
He judges a man by his handshake, he doesn't do lettuce. He has the most wonderful collection of bizarre sayings that come out at the best times. "She's off like a brides nightie" "He hit him in his three k's head" "OHHH it's on for young and old"
He gives everything nicknames and has gradually re-named all our family pets with his own personal names, most of which are related to his football team. He is a hilarious 80's style dancer, and sings like William Shatner when he is drunk. He is terrified of carnival rides and roller coasters and makes a mean Bruschetta.
He also affectionately calls me Primrose because of my rebellious youth, he used to joke that i was as delicate as a little flower in my giant, doc martins and permanent grumpy face.


Me and the Boy on one of our finest moments.

My baby brother Stephen. Or Sctheve, or BOY as i refer to him.
Best brother in the world. Fiercely loyal and protective of his family and friends. Spectacular hugger. Manager of my favorite pub in the world, owner of probably the most indestructible liver in the world. Loves his Westcoast Eagles. Makes a mean Spaghetti Bolognaise. Turns into a softie around kittens. Sings all the time.
The conversations between BOY and I are usually made up of equal parts movie quotes, the mocking of our mum when she's around, talking about Max and singing various mash ups of our favorite songs. Many people cannot understand our language.
We also have the ability to make each other crack up laughing with just a look at each other and often do so for uncomfortably long periods of time.
When we were little we used to fight over fresh air. Now, we still still fight over fresh air, but with better swear words. My brother is the most honest, clever and awesome people i know. His laugh is booming and infectious and a night out with him is a night you will never forget.

Me and my lovlery Mums.

Ahhh my Mum. Ahhh, look at her. Awwww.
She's everything to me.
She is my hero. The strongest, bravest, toughest and most intelligent woman i know. She raised us around a close circle of family and friends, taught us to always depend on ourselves first and to be fiercely independent. She taught us right and wrong, honesty, passion, integrity and true strength. she worked (still works) full time, even after battling Breast Cancer and a stroke, thus making her the hardest working wonder woman in the world. She loves cuddles and kittens, peppermint tea and white lindt chocolate. She has an obsession with matching shoes and accessories and owns more of those two things than anyone i know. Daffodils are her favorite flower on earth and anything yellow makes her smile. She knows how to make me feel better with a few words, a hug or her special 'eggy in a cup'.
Everyone that knows her, loves her to bits. She is the life of the party and the centre of attention. She makes the greatest roast dinners in the universe, is passionate about her garden and will settle at the end of the day for a nice G & T.
I love her more than anything else.

We are dysfunctional and awesome.