Today I have been a Dad for one year.

To mark this occasion Oscar got a bunch of presents and i got diddly squat.

You are probably wanting some soppy post where I expose my feelings and reflect on my firt year as a Dad.

Well it ain’t gonna happen apart from me saying, I like the little guy and he likes me.

I’ve already written one serious post this year, If i write another i might turn into to a real person.

Oscar today decided to show his gratitude for my fathering, he managed to kick me in the nuts and hit me in the eye at exactly the same time when he was sitting on me.

Today marks 7 years since Howie’s Halfpipe began.

You would think I would at least make a new banner or something, but instead all i did was badly edit the old one and put in a celebratory spelling mistake.

My life has been pretty plain lately so nothing exciting has been on here for months.

Today i’m getting my eyes checked, bet you can’t wait to see and hear how it goes.

Anyway thanks for reading the old halfpipe, and here’s to another 7 years

Gwendaline Mary Wilkes

11th February 1916 – 30th October 2007 

tomorrow is the one year celebration of me being jenny’s husband. she is pretty lucky, i’m the best husband a girl could have.

We just got back from a celebratory romantic dinner at an Italian resteraunt in castle hill, it was good althogh my 250ml’s of coke cost $3.60
and the garlic bread was really a loaf of garlic with sprinkles of bread.

now we are home the real celebrations begin, and before your mind wanders not thats not the sort of celebrating i’m talking about.
I’m gonna loosen my belt a bit and sit back and watch the rest of the swans game, and maybe have some ice cream.
then its sleeping time.

happy birthday fatty

The day i left for uluru got a phone call from my dad. My Grandma in Scotland died.

didnt know her heaps well, i mean i knew her but being on the other side of the world our relationship wasnt like my me and my nan,

Anyway tomorrow i get to reep the rewards of the kicked bucket.

$$$$$$$$$$$

oh yeah, the problem is i’m running out of cahsed up dying relatives.

you think i’m heartless dont you?

the truth is, it is sad that my G’ma has moved on, buit also i think its probably good in a way casue the last couple of years she had no idea what was going on as dementia had kicked in hard.

For almost 10 years i have been reading a magazine called “Australian vVdeo Camera”

I have bought it alsmot every month when it comes out, i love it its does really good bio’s on new cameras and equpment.

It wsa finnally time to get a subscription, jenny emailed off our credit card detials.

we got a reply saying that they are stopping making the magazine.

sad sad news, its the only good magazine of its kind out there on the australian market.

now i’m going to have to move onto some other magazine to get addicted to, maybe ralph or cosmos or dolly or something.

Was just on the phone to my Mum, my cat ‘rolley’ died yesterday.

Thats is sad, he was my little buddy. the last year or so he has had a cancer growing in his mouth which the couldnt really operate on. Apparenty the last few weeks he was in heaps of pain and the cancer thing was oozing everywhere.

Poor little guy, he was such a placid friendly little cat, he was a pansy too, scared of birds.

bye bye little buddy.

Maybe this will be the year of ‘chest hair’

No i’m not talking about squatting in terms of hovering over a pit toilet.

I’m talking about my place of residence, the dwelling in which i have lived for the past 6 years.

Tonight is my last night living here, and to celebrate 6 years of living hear I asked Jane (the land lady) if i could live here.

This was the first time i had asked her. she said i could stay but only tonight!

I’m glad of that.

Its been a good 6 years living here, i’m definatly going to miss the house the people the memories of good times and not so good times.

I’m not however going to miss the shower head.

 Goodbye house and deminishing inhabitants