Kumera Burger

On the advice of Mama's Thyme, I cooked Kumera Burgers the other night for dinner. Yum!

Mama calls them The Veggie Burger that Will Change Your Life, and she might be right. I don't know if it is the same as winning the lottery, or finding out you really are an adopted princess, but it's pretty close.

Original recipe from here, via pinterest. I used this as inspiration, and adjusted the recipe to what I had in the kitchen. Basically, just mash some roast sweet potato/kumera with some tinned legumes (I used a bean mix, actually), salt and pepper, tahini, a bit of flour & some thyme. Put it in the fridge for a little while to firm up, then form into Patty's, coat in bread crumbs & pan fry.

I topped them with some home made salsa, avocado & sour cream. They where delicious!

I was surprised that there was no egg in this recipe, and then realised it was a vegan recipe, so that's why. The pattys where pretty soft but it wasn't a disaster, we didn't need spoons. If there where any left over they would have made great sandwiches the next day!

xx

Say Hello Workshop

This time last week, I was excitedly looking forward to the first ever Say Hello Workshop, an event hosted by the team at Say Hello Blogger Events. I was going to learn all sorts of fabulous blogging ideas, have some questions answered, catch up with friends new & old, and have an all round amazing time.

I feel really lucky that Hello Blogger holds these things in Brisbane, because my budget & time constraints mean I generally miss out on all the fun that goes on in Melbourne & Sydney. I'm not bitter! I'm lucky!

I left early to get to super trendy Tennerife - a beautiful historic suburb on the Brisbane River close to the city. I was lucky enough to get probably one of the few free off street parks within walking distance of the tres chic London Club, where the workshop was being held. As I got out of my car I noticed another lady parking behind me. "Excuse me, do you know if this is a free parking zone? I cannot see any signs.." I asked her. "Are you going to the blogging workshop?" she replied. It was Anke, from Knights at my Kitchen Table and Herbology ! How lovely to meet one of my favourite bloggers before the day even started! (neither of us got a ticket). See? Lucky.

If you quickly glance at the itinerary above you will see it was a jam packed day, so I made sure to get there early - even so I was one of the last to arrive. I've gotta tell you, don't be late in Brisbane, no one ever is. It might be acceptable (even expected) in Sydney, but not here.

After registration & a quick coffee, we took our seats and Danielle welcomed us to the workshop, with a quick run down of what to expect.

The London Club was a good choice for the workshop, it had free wifi (yay!) it was intimate without being cramped, & it is very stylish. At times it got a bit noisy with the kitchen sounds, but we all coped pretty well.

First speaker was Melissa from Suger Coat It, who talked us through blogging basics & finding your niche. I've been blogging for almost 2 years but I'm still a total noob, and Suger had some valid & interesting information. She spoke about her own blogging journey and the lessons she had learned about blog design, tracking your stats, monetising your blog, and had some great information about identifying and settling into your niche. The thing that really resonated with me was this phrase Make Yourself Proud. Words to live by, Dude.

The next speaker was Kelley from Be a Fun Mum, who spoke passionately about Creating Content & Building Audience. Kelley spoke about the concept of Wells - as in a well will attract more cattle than a fence. You are a well, so keep yourself replenished, so that you can attract readers. I like analogies like this because I am a visual person, it makes perfect sense to me that I am a well! It's all about believing in yourself, investing in yourself, & finding your voice so that you can give value to your readers. Don't let your well dry out!

Sharing this segment but focusing on Social Media was Jacqui from CRAP Mamma. Jacqui is a delight to chat with any day so it was great to hear her take on finding balance within social media and family life. Treat each social media channel as it's own identity is clever advice, but the main thing I re-learnt here was to categorise my time, prioritise, and set a task and stick with it. This was drummed into me years ago but I've been juggling so much lately trying to accommodate everyone and everything I've fallen into the habit of spinning my wheels and going nowhere. Do you do that to? Please, it's not just me, surely?

Next up was a double act of Zoe from Little Harp Photography and A Boys Mumma, and Danielle from Five Little Reasons. They had some great information on taking better photos (backgrounds, perspective, laying down on the grass, standing on tables, different focus elements, setting the scene, telling a story, online tools) but the most important bit of information I learnt? "It doesn't matter what equipment you've got, LEARN HOW TO USE IT PROPERLY'. Light bulb moment, people.

After question time it was time for lunch and mingling! Lots of delicious tapas style nibbles floated around the room while we all got a chance to catch up.

Hello Sheri!

There where some fun props to use and have your photo taken. I've noticed that Bloggers are not shy when it comes to getting in front of the camera..well, some more than others.

After lunch, we quickly ran back to our seats so that the Zoe and Danielle Photography team could impart some more wisdom about editing.

Then Maddie from Lil Magoolie sent us all into an orbit of graphic artist envy with her ah-mazing design skills. Lots of oohs and ahhs, you should go over and check out her beautiful blog. She was actually talking about Design, branding, Getting Sponsors and Working with Brands, and she really spoke intelligently about remaining professional while maintaining your own voice, and the importance of quality readership.

The next speaker was Sass, from Life of the Bees, I cannot believe I didn't get a photo of her! Obviously I had learnt nothing! Sass's blog had moved me to tears many times with her journey of being a foster parent, and it was lovely to finally meet her. She spoke about Blog Design which was super important for me - I might be a visual person but I don't always have the technological chops to back it up. She went through different platforms & designs, & shared some brilliant sounding websites to go to for help. I'll be mentioning her name!

Danielle, our esteemed hostess & blogger at Hello Owl, then spoke about Blogging Trends, and took us on a tour of some luminaries in the blogosphere. Kind of like a celebrity tour bus, but we where in a pub..The main thing that stood out with the most successful blogs is that they all have a complete package - they all offer a well rounded experience of social media, great blog design, they know their niche and they engage their audience. I loved it. It's good to have role models. Dan didn't take up much time because the next speaker needed lots of time..

I've been a fan of Veggie Mama's for a while and it was awesome to finally meet her, not that we got that much of a chat...Stacey spoke about the legal side of blogging, and as she is both a professional journalist and a University lecturer on just this subject she would be the one to know. Everyone was spellbound. Everyone hung on her every word. Everyone was scared shitless. A few of the things I learnt from Stacey;

• Copyright is instant and automatic, you don't need to mention it.
• Proper attribution is not just saying 'Pinterest'. Find the owner of the photo.
• Defamation - we do not actually have free speech in Australia, we have implied right.
• Defamation can be many things. It can be a facial expression (I'm screwed!)
• It is not illegal to take a photo of someone in a public space. We do not own our own image.
• Recipes cannot be copyrighted, only the instructions can.

Yikes! Needless to say, at question time, the floor erupted.
After Stacey had calmed us all down with the voice of reason, and everyone had asked lots of questions about meta tags and SEOs, it was time to go. Sad face. To be honest I don't think I could have jammed any more information in my head..

We all received a present for coming, beautifully wrapped & garnished with handmade brooches from the talented and super nice Gillian at Tessie Girl.

They where almost too pretty to open but when we did - surprise!

A gorgeous diary from Mi Goals, some clever little nail files for your purse from Virtu and TS, and a Lotta magazine! Feeling Lucky...

Melissa and Danielle then went on the draw the winners of the lucky door prizes. Lots of talented people/ gorgeous brands had donated something to be won, and you had to put your business card in a large vase to be in the running. I don't have business cards, so I had cheekily created one by tearing the corner off my notebook.

One of the offerings on the Door Prize table. This is a gift bag sewn from an Enid Blyton book, and I think it contained a handmade clutch and a hair accessory. I'm not sure, I couldn't stop marvelling at the awesome that was a bag made from an Enid Blyton Book.  The whole thing was made by Trudie at Vintage Vow and Journey to Bloss, who is a clever clogs. Earlier in the day I had had a chat/brainstorming session with Trudie about business cards and alternatives with some very interesting ideas thrown about (stay tuned..).

Anyway! Later in the day, when my brain was fried, the first winner of the lucky door prize was drawn and announced - to be ME! I was too busy chatting to Zoe, who had to say "Ummmm, I think you've won a prize" What a der head! I was so vagued out I didn't even listen to what the prizes where, so I chose at random.

And this is what I chose; a $100 gift voucher from TS clothing, which came with a tote bag, a makeup brush kit, and a laundry bag. See how lucky I am!?

And that's about it! It was an amazing day, I learnt a lot, I had heaps of fun. Thanks for reading this epic blog post...Oh wait! Almost forgot!

It wouldn't be a Hello Bloggers Event without a boob grab would it?

xx

Haunted Clocks

We have these 3 old clocks, passed down from Mr BCs ancestors. They are beautiful, but we don't use them as we would never remember to wind them up, we are so used to this digital age.

My Mother in law looked after them carefully, having them restored along the way, before bequeathing them to us. I plan on passing them on, one to each child.

This one belonged to Mr BC's great grandparents, it is the oldest & most valuable. It has already been claimed by teenage daughter. It lives in her room peacefully & quietly. (Just like teenage daughter)

This one belonged to Mr BC's beloved Poppa, or rather, it was a wedding present to Nanna & Poppa. (Mr BC carries a photo in his wallet of of him, aged about 6, with his Poppa, both smiling ear to ear in conspiracy. Thick as thieves.) This clock sits on the fridge by the back door. It isn't wound up, it never tick tocks, but occasionally it will chime loudly for no apparent reason. I do believe in spirits & I often think that Poppa's spirit is still around, watching over his dearest (& only) grandson. The clock seems to chime when one of the kids are having a tantrum or there is a loud argument going on - everyone stops what they where doing & stares wide eyed at the clock, & each other. Works a treat. Thanks, Poppa!

This clock belonged to Mr BC's great grandparents on his mothers side, it was a wedding present to them also. I cannot remember winding this clock in the past 3 years, but in the last 2 weeks it has been tick tocking away, keeping time & rewinding itself, which I didn't think it was able to do...it doesn't chime but tick tocks loudly through our little wooden house. I've caught both Mr BC & Teenage daughter standing in front of the clock, watching it suspiciously.

Freaky deaky.

Do you have any heirloom type items in your house? Do you think they are haunted?
Do tell.

xx

The Unbloggable - an update from Anonymous

A couple of months ago Mrs BC kindly opened up her blog for anyone who had a story to tell. A story that, for whatever reason, they didn't feel able to share in their own space. 

I told my story but my story has continued to grow, change and evolve. Sadly not in a particularly positive way. I haven't re-read my post, it's pretty raw and painful but I will try to pick up where I left off.

Briefly, as a recap;

My ex husband and I are involved in a custody battle. The basic premise is that my ex accuses me of neglect and abuse. We have been separated for over two years now.  During this time he has shown very little interest in our children (who are in their early teens).

He has dodged his responsibility both emotionally and financially wherever possible. There has never in all my years of parenting (which now spans 28 years) been any suggestion that I have either abused or neglected any of my 3 children.

So, what changed?

Well, In November he split up from his girlfriend who had discovered that he had been persistently unfaithful to her for their entire 18 month relationship. Suddenly he was alone and not the focus of attention.  He wasn't the 'great guy' he is so fond of saying everyone thinks he is.

Let me be very clear that I truly do not believe that he wants our children to live with him. He loves the drama. He loves to be the centre of attention. He enjoys keeping all of his children (he has two others) insecure and uncertain of his affections with his casual approach to parenting. This ensures that they will cling on to every sign of affection, every indication that he does value them.  Anything that makes them believe that they actually matter to him.

I understand this.  It makes the unacceptable a little more palatable.  It means that I can and will continue to forgive my children for every act of seemingly treacherous behaviour.  In fact, it makes me more determined that they should never be allowed to be submerged into a world where deceit and manipulation is acceptable and even encouraged.

Underneath what I am so sorry to say has become a hardened shell where at times I actively dislike my own children and wonder why I continue to fight for them there is the love that I will always have for them.  The need to protect them and the memories of the close relationship that seems to have been stripped from us so brutally.

It's still there, I have to believe it's still there.

A couple of weeks before we were due to go back to court the children spent a night with him. On their return I had the usual difficulties where my children looked at me as though I was a stranger. I know from the things that say and the way they behave that their time with him is spent being manipulated, almost brain washed.

They come home believing that they smell.  That they aren't fed properly.  That money I'm supposed to spend on them is spent on, well, to be honest, I have NO idea what they think I spend it on or what it is that they think they are lacking.

This time things got out of hand.  My daughter wanted to have her hair cut and coloured, something that is supposed to be her fathers responsibility as he had her hair cut short and dyed without my permission or knowledge several months before knowing that I would never have agreed to it and that I cannot afford the upkeep of such a hair style.

He hasn't kept his promise.  Her hair was growing out of the style and the roots coming through a very different colour and naturally she was unhappy. I explained that I couldn't afford it (I had paid to have it done before Christmas as he refused).  I asked why she hadn't asked her father about it.

She became very angry and even violent. I restrained her.  Yes, I was angry.  I shouted and I held her wrists.  I forced her into a sitting position on the sofa and refused to let go. She accused me of abused and said she would call childline. I gave her the number and told her she should.

Childline take every call seriously and soon I had the police knocking on my door as they had been asked to do a welfare check. I explained what had happened.  They spoke to the children. They made it very clear that I was entitled to both protect myself and use reasonable restraint where necessary. They said they had no reason to believe that my children were abused or in any danger.

Following this child services visited the children at school and spoke to them. They then came to my home and spoke to me. They looked around the house and in particular the children's bedrooms. They said they were satisfied that the children were being brought up in a home that was comfortable and fit to live in. They said they had no reason to believe that my children were abused or in any danger. They also told me that my son had shown them some bruising on his arm and had said that I was responsible. They said the bruising was old and not consistent with his story.

I have NEVER caused any injury to any of my children.  I was devastated at the accusation. When I asked my son why he would say this he said 'I don't know'.

So, in February we went to court. My ex has chosen (in his arrogance) to represent himself. He was clearly suggesting that both the children refuse to go to school on the day of the court hearing in order to unsettle me at a time where I was already under considerable stress in the hope that I would cause some kind of scene that would discredit me and further his cause ('see, she is mad').

I chose, on the advice of my solicitor, to allow this facade to play out. On the morning of the court case I acted as normal. When the children refused to go to school I suggested that, as the court officer or Cafcass were likely to insist that they did go to school that they at least wear their school uniforms, both refused. We walked to court together and there, outside, was my ex husband waiting for them.

I left them together and went in.  When they followed they all sat together away from me. My ex and I had had initial 'interviews' with Cafcass by phone.  They had been given a copy of his application for residency with his reasons listing abuse and neglect. The initial report was supposed to have been filed at least 24 hours before our court date. As it was, was received it by fax minutes before going into court.

The night before the case my ex had spoken to both the children and told them he wanted them to stay for the whole of following week, half term. I have said on many occasions that all arrangements should be made through me but this has been consistently ignored. I told the children it was something that could be discussed the following day at court.

As expected, Cafcass insisted that the children were sent to school. At which point my ex stood up in the crowded waiting room and asked very loudly why I hadn't sent the children to school, why had I brought them to court.


You have to bear in mind that he had been sitting with them for the best part of an hour and no mention had been made of them missing school.  We hadn't spoken at all. He had arranged it, he had been waiting for them.  His one aim was to try and discredit me.

It was agreed to put our case back for one hour to allow me to take the children home to change an return to court. Obviously the children were upset and I suggested that their father wait and spend a little time with them after school, maybe take them out for tea. He agreed which settled the children a little.

As my ex has no legal representation my solicitor is obliged to ensure that he understands court procedures and inform him of any requests that we will make. We had spoken earlier and suggested that the children split the week between us both thus ensuring that any holiday homework could be done and that they would also have time to catch up with friends at home.  In addition we suggested that the children spend one week of the Easter holiday with their Father. When she made this suggestion he became very angry.

He employed his usual tactic of physical intimidation.  He's a big man (in stature) and very broad. He actually squared up to my solicitor and told her he would have the children all week and he would not be dictated too (very familiar words to me).

I could have kissed her!!!

She squared right back up to him and told him that he should realise how lucky he was that I was prepared to make arrangements and be so unaccommodating and that was the offer on the table. He then said he wouldn't have them at all as he couldn't get the time off work.

Again, bear in mind that he told the children the night before he could have them all week.  Nothing had apparently changed that morning and indeed, it only changed half way through his conversation with my solicitor when he was told he couldn't have what he demanded. He obviously hadn't made any arrangements for time off work and I suspect his offer was in the mistaken belief that I would refuse to let him have them at all thus ensuring that it would be my fault they didn't spend time with him.

The Cafcass initial report which was received with minutes to spare completely exonerated me.It said that both the police and Child Services had found no cause for concern.  That they believed the children were heavily influenced and directed by their father.  That the only evidence of abuse were the burns my son sustained in his care and that the social workers had seen the photos sent by him in response to my sending him the burn photos.  That Child Services and the police need have no further involvement and were closing their files. It also said that he should be tested for drug and alcohol abuse.

On leaving court my ex went straight home refusing to stay the hour it would have taken for the children to finish school and to see them as promised. He also didn't phone them to explain why he wouldn't be having them at all the following week.

The following day my daughter was caught shoplifting with some friends. She is very lucky to have escaped with just a warning and no criminal record. Was it a result of the previous day or was it something many parents of teenagers go through? I really am hard put to tell these days.  My gut reaction is to blame everything on this situation but I do acknowledge that this might not always be fair.

But hell, what's fair in ANY of this?

This is already a very long post and so, although there is more, I will finish now and maybe Mrs BC will be kind enough to allow me to write another post at some point with a continuation of this story.

As a footnote, I would like to add that, believe it or not, life isn't ALL bad. There are times when I have glimpses of my children.  Where we laugh and love together just like in the before. It gives me hope and the courage to keep going. Who knows, maybe my ex will get bored as he so often does, as he did with us before.

This time I would welcome it.

Anonymous, thank you so much for updating us! I know so many people where concerned with how you where getting on..I am so happy that the courts finally understand the true nature of the situation, & I'm sure in time your children will too. Mothering teens is one of the hardest jobs in the world, even without a manipulative ex husband to cope with. You've done an excellent job so far, one day (hopefully soon!) your children will see that.

Readers, please leave Anonymous some encouragement - do you have any words of wisdom to share?

xx

Goodbye Cubby House

In Sydney, I could rent this out for $150 a week!

When we first moved to Casa Chaos, we thought this old cubby house might last 6  months, if we didn't pull it down first. It was painted a not lovely green colour, it was full of rat poo, & for some reason it had about 50 half eaten glad wrapped sandwiches shoved into the gaps in the rafters. Ugh!

Many thanks to teenage daughter & her friend Mitchell for getting rid of the serious amount of rat poo & the sandwiches. Mr BC painted the cubby to match the house, and we replaced the dangerous ladder with some old boat steps. I turned an old filing cabinet into a planter & planted 2 different types of passion fruit, thinking it would be easy for the boys to eat fruit if it was there in their face. The pool slide stayed, it was clearly the best thing about the whole shanty town. The boys and their mates have loved playing in it for the last 4 years. However...

It was falling apart, it was unsafe, it was full of spiders, the carpet was mouldy & falling apart, green ants had nested in the flooring. That goddamn passion fruit had never taken off. The whole thing was an unpleasant, unsafe, eye sore.

So last weekend, down it came. I thought it would take a while, but it came down super quickly & was bundled off to the tip at the speed of lightning. Gorne!

It's so bare, I will have to buy more plants. Oh, so sad!

Leaving me this lovely clean space to potter about in gardening mode. It feels a bit bare, I might plant some tall conifers in pots to hide the neighbours. Also, it definitely needs a table and a few chairs. I kept the filing cabinet & lattice, to grow Jasmine on. I love Jasmine, do you? I have 3 different kinds growing about the place.  The boys don't play in the sandpit any more but I'm hesitant to get rid of it. I might put the compost bin there, maybe a worm farm..maybe plant a bin full of Kumera?..See Mr BC, there is no room for the boat here!

Terracotta pots helpfully painted with terracotta coloured paint.

A man at the tip was throwing away these terracotta pots, & was happy for them to go in our car, instead. What do you think should I plant ? They kinda look like I could grow a little cafe style hedge, but I don't think there is enough room for a cafe. Bulbs? Something taller? Herbs? Topiary? ..Bueller?

No I didn't grow the bananas, sadly.

The remains of the passion fruit vine prettying up the fruit bowl. About the only thing it's ever been useful for.

xx

Today....

My first post as a Mix Blogger is up at the Mix website.

Please go & leave me some comment love!

Thanks, Darlings!

(ALSO! What do you think of my new header?  Please say you like it, I'm not looking for constructive criticism!)

xx

10 things I have learnt from blogging

Here's cheers, Darling x

To be confident in myself as a blogger.
I might not have the most followers, or the highest stats, or the best giveaways, but I do enjoy doing something that a few people like to read about. I should be proud of that, it's why I started blogging. I am a delightfully individual snowflake, just like everyone else. Someone on twitter (please raise your hand) said that blogging is like running your own race, with blinkers on. Words to live by!

Yes that is a selfie in the bathroom, why do you ask?

I can dress for my figure, look smart AND be comfortable all at the same time.

It's true! Well, it's possible, there is hope. Lots of amazing blogs have inspired me to make more of an effort in my appearance. (Shut up! I'm getting there.. don't look at my hair! No, I will not iron.) These blogs will also tell you about what brands are best for what. That old chestnut about giving your self esteem a boost by dressing smartly is absolutely true. Be comfortable, & rock your own style.

This is Teenage Daughter, totally seizing that day.

Seize the day

At blog events, there will not be enough time to talk to everyone, so try & chat with as many people as you can, while you can. Otherwise you will look at the photos later & think "who are they again?' This is kinda true in real life as well, I really do feel that life is short so you have to get out there & do it. By the time you think about it, the moment's gone. I've had this mind worm for years, but blogging has really bought it home. Strike while the iron is hot!

How much fun does this look? Completely rut -free.

Get out of your rut.

Read lots of different blogs, try lots of different things. I don't have to stay in the confines of my 'genre'. There are so many blogs with so many interesting, funny, intelligent, wacky, informative things to read or do, why would I want to limit myself? There is no limit to what I am allowed.

Moving interstate was such a big step for us but I'm so glad we did it.

Anything is possible.
I need to stop the redundant thinking that says 'I can't, I'm not good enough, don't be stupid, forget about it'. That voice is just full of shit. Do you have that voice too? Think of something you have always wanted to do, some secret inner wish, some precious dream that is locked away in a box in a hidden room in your mind. Something that you have made countless excuses not to do. Google it, find a forum or a blog, someone has been there before & done it & has taken notes so that you can do it too. You really can do it. I wish I had given myself this advice decades ago!

Anne, you are a legend.

Get Organised.
Yes, I like to be organised but sometimes I like to think about being organised more than actually being organised. I'm calling myself out on this one. Every time I've been to a blogger meet up I have thought 'Wow! I really need business cards!' Do I have business cards? No. Do I need them? YES! Everyone likes to hand them out, it's like playing Go Fish. The most popular business card I have seen had a little parcel of home made coconut ice stuck to it, everyone wanted to have that business card. And then everyone blogged about it.

"Go on, ask me anything about Douglas MacArthur"

People who are experts like to talk about their knowledge.

In life, & online. I can't be an expert in everything (I know, hard to believe..snort) but I don't need to because there are experts out there on the internetz or at a blog event, (or at the hardware store or the tax accountants) willing to share some of their expertise. Keep your ears & eyes open, you will learn so much about blogging. So, so much. There are lots of super clever bloggers out there with lots of technical & blogging experience. Kind, generous bloggers. They are probably at a blog event to have fun though, not to conduct a coaching session. Be respectful, ask questions, & you will receive answers.

Hello Blogger Meet Up at Amicis, last year. What do you think Amy's beautiful baby is thinking?
"You said goodbye 30 minutes ago, Mum! Haven't you had enough fun??'

Have fun.

Life is meant to have a fair amount of fun in it. I should get out & enjoy it more often. Sometimes a scary thing like going to a blog event where I don't know anyone, turns out to be fun. Bloggers are notoriously friendly, something I didn't know when I fronted up to my first Hello Bloggers meet up. It was a beautiful surprise, & I suspect that more things in life would turn out to be lovely surprises if I gave them the opportunity. So if you are nervous about going to a Blog meet up, just do it. You will laugh, you will bond, there will be no awkward silences, and you will be hanging out for the next one.

Record the moments.

ALLLLLL the moments. Those gorgeous moments with your children, the stray quirky moments when you are out & about, the awesome wet-yourself-laughing moments. Take lots of photos, all the time, in case you want to blog about it later. At blogger events, everyone else will take photos & share them, but you want your own special take on the day. Lots of bloggers are extremely good photographers, lots are even professional photographers; but no one will have your point of view except you. Do you lie in bed wishing you had taken that photo that you didn't end up taking? Just me then...

Photo from that lucky girl in the middle. She's getting honked by notorious honkers SugerCoatIt & 5LittleReasons

When in Rome....

The Boob Grab, sometimes known as the Sensual Boob Honk. I have to address this. I can't speak for the rest of the country, but at Brisbane Hello Blogger Events it seems to be the equivalent of the Masonic secret handshake, except it is conducted at the end of the event, rather than the beginning. You can just go with it, laugh at those doing it, or run away & laugh at the photos later. Note this is only for lady bloggers. I'm not sure if I should apply this to real life...


So what say you? What have you learnt from the world of blogging?

xx