what the kids call "Mobile Uploads"

so ive finally entered the 21st century and got myself a phone with a camera in it.  Indeed for hte past 6 years I have sported the cheapest, plainest phones on the market.  No point in anything other when it rings once a month.  Anyhoo, i got myself one of those smartphones and after an episode of major post-purchase dissonance (COMPLETELY not the phone's fault, but rather the utter EVIL that is Telstra, dear god I want to smash you in the face Telstra) I am off.  And it is awesome.  I got talked out of the iPhone which is probably another strike against my application with the Cool Kids (or is it cool to be different these days? i dont know. Cool is so confusing to me) but get to do pretty much everything those phone do, and apparently then some.  Which is all rather irrelevant anyway seeing as all Im going to ever realistically do is a few google searches, access the gps stuff and download apps that allow me ot funkify my photos*.

And funky photos are all the rage these days on facebook - hell anywhere - and why not seeing as the combination of my childlings and a 60s hue is MAGICAL.  This awesomeness and the lightweightedness of the phone (compared to the other beast of a camera) might make these 'Mobile Uploads' a dominating force on this blog. So below are a few pics of me testing it out.

*feel free to let me know about hte 'apps' i cant live without (android pretty much has everything apple has so dont hold back Cool Kids)

 rocco and the naught step. firm friends.

yesterday's christmas pageant. zero interest in the floats, total adoration of the fountains.

one could almost call them best mates. 

post baby chino face. i like to leave that monobrow there all day.  parenthood is totally awesome sometimes.

 

this little gem from my youth is not a grand as my mind remembers, but rather, is so bizarre and woeful that it possibly BETTER. Whilst we were too early for the lights and action (nightime falls after the boys bedtime is summer, oh how i love you summer) the Christmas display next to the West End Brewery still packs a punch.  And seeing as it is a 2 min drive from our house, I suspect we will collect many more photos.

part of the total awesomeness of the display is that it is a year round thing (with extra red pizazz added in November nad December), so you can see this doozy whenever. you. like. 

... that be the vulcan.

moby dick. he made a bid for freedom in the floods of 2005, but only managed to get so far as the Patawolunga

 so random.

totally hot.

SO.....

I basically wrote this post about 2 weeks ago. Meant to publish but WOAH all of a sudden I had a wedding to go to, and incredible dance moves to release onto the unsuspecting public. And it has taken some time to get my grip on reality again. These probably could have been a facebook updates, but I have a image ot maintain. Behold: thoughts from the last week


- I wonder what the long term affect of balsting Gaga and Beyonce when driving will have on my boys. Particularly when the only things they say are ‘More mama music’ and ‘Louder’.

- That puzzle piece best not be out in the rain. Search the house and garden as hard as i did, piece number 30 remains adrift and instinct tells me it is most likely bloating and warping in this torrential downpour. No biggie ordinarily (except against my sense of order which is a topic for me and my therapist) but it happens to belong to the toy effing library. Again. I swear the only time I lose pieces is when it has Burside Council stamped on the back of it.

- Why does the lid not stick to the super glue stick?

- What happened to skype. Been absent for a few weeks and... woah..

- Fact: 10 year old Nokias have a battery life of 10 minutes.

- Foxtel is basically 90% the same as the UK. More Aussie cricket though. That first game against India was excruciating.

- The surface of hte pool has be broken. Albiet very briefly nad involving a surfboard. And most definitely not by me.

- Is it wrong that my fav shows at the moment are: Vampire Diaries (oh yeah! New one in my hot little hand), Project Runway, Jersey Shore, Jamie at Home and Play School.

- How can you work when you are staying for 2 weeks right next to Selfridges?! SHOP, dear lord. SHHHHHOP!!

- Girl crush on marina (and the diamonds)

- What has happened to Bec? Please blog.

- Albums: I never do anymore. Under the weight of ridiculous amounts of digital music, playlists increasingly dominate. In fact, lately each year I reckon only 2 or 3 albums (in their entirety) make it with me. Is this due to old age + kids, or digital music gloriousness?

- Speaking of which – The xx. That album could be almost perfect.

- Not sure if i should resist the urge to have a week of mundane fbooking. You know. Telling them about my toast, the weather, what tv show im watching, when i go to the loo... etc.

- Toy Sory 3 final scene got me totally misty.

- Today:
‘Fred. Is Rocco a little girl or a little boy?’
‘widdle girl’
‘well no, look at him, he’s a little boy’
‘NO. Wocko widdle girl. Wocko: Girl.’


Oh in so many ways Fred you got it right.