Her Diamonds.

Rob Thomas : Her Diamonds.

Oh what the hell she says

I just can’t win for losing

And she lays back down

Man there’s so many times

I don’t know what I’m doin’

Like I don’t know now

By the light of the moon, she rubs her eyes

Says it’s funny how the night can make you blind

I can just imagine

And i don’t know what I’m supposed to do

But if she feels bad then I do too

So I let her be

And she says ooh I can’t take no more

Her tears like diamonds on the floor

And her diamonds bring me down

Cause I can’t help her now

She’s down in it

She tried her best but now she can’t win

It’s hard to see them on the ground

Her diamonds falling down, way down

She sits down and stares into the distance

And it takes all night

And I know I could break her concentration

But it don’t feel right

By the light of the moon, she rubs her eyes

Sits down on the bed and starts to cry

And there’s something less about her

And I don’t know what I’m supposed to do

So I sit down and I cry too

But don’t let her see

And she says ooh, I can’t take no more

Her tears like diamonds on the floor

And her diamonds bring me down

Cause I can’t help her now

She’s down in it

She tried her best but now she can’t win

It’s hard to see them on the ground

Her diamonds falling down

She shuts out the night

Tries to close her eyes

If she can find daylight

Then she’ll be alright, she’ll be alright

Just not tonight

And she says ooh, I can’t take no more

Her tears like diamonds on the floor

And her diamonds bring me down

Cause I can’t help her now

She’s down in it

She tried her best but now she can’t win 

It’s hard to see them on the ground

Her diamonds falling down

I can’t take these diamonds falling down

Hippie.

Hippie.

So many times, i look out the window of what is classed as a normal life and long to be the traveling hippie. It's inside of most of us, only a few act on it. My best friend is planning on traveling around Australia in a kombi van next year. One of the most amazing and freeing ideas i've heard! She can stop where ever she wants to. She can stay however long she wants to. She can meet whoever she wants to. I know it's inevitable, but i wonder just how long until my inner hippie, fights her way into my adventures and just how long that adventurous spirit will stay for... Until sleep becomes permanent... 

So if you tell me i can't, i'll show you i can.

As children, we always had quite a number of 'dress ups'. Of course everyone wanted to be the Bride or even the priest marrying them, never the groom though. The one with the shortest hair always had the privilege (or in most cases, the horror and disappointment) of playing the groom. Lucky i always had long hair... I remember this one outfit though.. It was a hippie outfit. With a wig and everything! I always thought that the outfit was from my parent's era.. You know.. Back in the dark ages where there was no television or lights and they wrote with a feather and some ink.. I thought my parents were ancient! But the outfit was truly legend.. 

So next time you walk past a hippie outfit that may be out for a halloween party , stop and give respect to our parents.. because if they weren't writing with a feather in some ink (which they repeatedly had to tell me was just my imagination), then they were probably out under the stars some where, around a camp fire, listening to and playing awesome music...

Dad Jokes.

I’m more than certain that each and every one of you have heard a dad joke, or two, in your life and if you have never heard one, let me give you a brief definition.

A dad joke: a joke that is more commonly said by dads and is so lame that you have to laugh. This type of joke has more recently been picked up by mums, and sometimes teenagers, in the effort to make someone laugh. Generally, they’re the only ones laughing.

So this is an acknowledgement of every dad out there on Father’s day who can’t help but riddle their lingo with dad jokes. You make us all proud in keeping up the tradition of the dad joke and we love you for it.

My dad? Oh he’s full of dad jokes! He brings something different to the plate though. You see, he thinks he’s cool. No really, he thinks he’s awesome. He has four daughters and i guess we’ve kind of influenced him too much with chick flicks, nail polish and hair styles. In all fairness though, he loves all three.. deep down, he loves them.

We’ve had a good go of being boys for him though. Tomboys. You see, we all grew up water skiing. He was a pro water skier and owned boat after boat. I even got my boat license (before it went to the law where you have to do a 2 days course and pay $500). Dad then moved onto drag racing as there were crocodiles in the river that we’d been skiing in for years and he felt that it wasn’t safe enough for us. To the drag races! We love them! He’s fixing up a Monaro at the moment with a 408 Chev motor, which has 630 horsepower. Impressed? Yeah.. It’s a black Monaro. 

So you see, i think we’ve been pretty good daughters AND sons to him. We keep him on his toes, that’s for sure. But the last few years he’s given in and goes around saying things like, “Sup, GF?!” which means, “What’s up, girlfriend?!”. He also says things like, “Evers!” with a wootang sign on his hands. This means, “Whatever”. We can always tell when dad’s pretending to be mum either on Skype (when i was in London or Brooke was in Italy) or via text message on mum’s phone. Generally the messages come out like this (even when he’s trying really hard to sound like mum):

“Hay hwo r u we move house dog is funny wat u doin.”

And he wonders how we know it’s him and not mum?

He gives us a great laugh. Happy Father’s day, Dadda. I love you.

Emma Xx.