Did I miss anything?

Hello world!

Yes, the blog has been a bit of a disaster this year. One minute it was February and I was hanging out in Cabramatta checking out Masterchef, next minute it is almost 2011. 

Cleaning up after the infamous 2010 blog disaster with Monty

So, loyal followers, the next blog will be an almighty 2010 catch up. Anything you want to know? I am taking requests. To give you some hints, since the last post, I have had a birthday, been to Cobar and Tocumwal and Shepparton and Melbourne (yeah, I know, all the hott locations), had this Christmas thing and done heaps of other cool stuff.


Let me know in the comments what you want to see and I will deliver. That is my 2011 promise to you.


Cheers
Harper

Cabramatta ... you've changed

Hi there

Adventures - that's what I am talking about. So I took mum, dad and Monty to Cabramatta in Sydney's west for a bit of culture, food and fun.

I took dad to the train station...

...where he bought tickets. Monty got bored and fell asleep.

 

Mum decided she needed an egg custard tart. Apparently it is always a good time for tarts.

The train ride was long but good fun. Even the bit when we had to swap to a bus.

Now, this next bit is important. We walked down from the station and ran right into the filming of Masterchef Australia. So, if you don't want to see what some of the competitors look like, avert your eyes!

It's the official Start of a Dynasty MASTERCHEF SPOILER ALERT!!!

 

Yes, that's that Luke dude in the black, looking emo.

  

And here's an exclusive that will have News Ltd spewing - here is what they feed the contestants! Hope they enjoyed their cheap bikkies.

  

We went to a great Vietnamese restaurant and pigged out. Dad couldn't decide what he wanted more - fresh prawn rolls, lemongrass chicken or just to look thoughtful.

 

Monty enjoyed my guide to the best of Vietnamese cuisine. Including how ace the spoons are. Gillian told me how great asian spoons are.

 

Crispy pancake. Dad can't cook that on the BBQ.

  

I do like a roll that has green stuff sticking out of it.

  

Then it was time to head home - bus then train. Mum and I hung out up the back with the cool kids. Others in our family were nerds and stood up the front.

  

Bye bye Cabramatta - it was real.

I am planning my next adventure. You will see the pics, that is my promise to you.

Cheers

Harper

Me an' S Diddy for Chriddy

Yo peeps

I was hangin' wit' me homey S Diddy

Down in Ho-Ho-Hobart for Chriddy

We were rocking the country town some call a city

And then it was all over - such a pity.

But mum took bulk loads of pics...

Me and my boy S Diddy just chillaxing in front of some Maisy. Word!

We are awesome with knives. Especially blunt ones that butter trumpets.

We are also awesome at unwrapping presents.

Here's me and S Diddy doing, um, something. It may have involved a bumble bee.

 

Diddy is so cool, he just busts beats where ever he damn well feels like it.

 

Blow up balls on bad pine outdoor furniture. What's with that?

 

Sometimes the fun is too much, and I had to take a nap in the Cadbury room. And sometimes, a gorilla would start drumming to Phil Collins.

 

Ice cream. I just cleaned Auntie Lucy right out of vanilla.

Then it was time for rumbling on a big bed.

Here's S Diddy, caught in a solitary moment. He was planning his next adventure...

 

...which involved going to Ibiza with me. Or Sandy Bay in Hobart. Where there was indeed sand.

When in Hobart, we travel in a sweet pimpin' machine. How it didn't spontaneously explode is a miracle.

It was even roomy enough for Auntie Alice's phat guts.

One day, we went to the top of the world and looked down on all the little people.

Back at Tommy's, I road tested his tent. This can only be done by running very fast through it a lot.

I don't know who decided they would pose for a KMart catalogue. I certainly wasn't getting involved in that. I pose only for exclusive brands. And I will put $20 on ma ma not sending a link to this blog to her mates...

It was a huuuuuge Christmas. A big shout out to all the peeps who made it possible. S Diddy and I are still talking about how we owned that town...

Cheers

Harper