So where the bloody hell are you?

well, it shot lara bingle to fame (if that's what 'dancing on ice' is...) we've just returned from a(nother) fantabulous little getaway to queensland for a long weekend. we're so lucky to have family living there so we can escape the dreary melbourne weather and see the sun again for a few days.

noorsa (or noosa heads for those that don't watch kath + kim)

i've always thought noosa was a little over-rated, but coming up from a crappy, cold, rainy, foggy and windy melbourne winter, i just had to admit that it is kinda nice. there was lunch overlooking the beach with a nice crisp little cardonnay (k + k), a stroll along hastings street eating icecream in the sun and playing with tate & mieke on the beach.

and we wondered why the kids were all wound up and wreaking havoc in the restaurant...

cute eh? he threw the sand on me shortly after the shot...

although it wasn't planned that way, we just happened to be in the sunny state on the same weekend as my brother's housewarming. their house is simply gorgeous and i was mildly jealous of their little set up. the party was fantastic and we all found out what happens when a person refrains from alcohol for nearly 5 months and then consumes an entire bottle of wine.

the ceo and bec.

bec + wine + fire + marshmallows = disaster.

the afe + the bec.

and she finally gets her hug...