Thursday, December 24, 2009

Send your own ElfYourself eCards

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

The Final Feast.

Back Row - Kev (Warehouse Guru) 5 years, Simon (Stencil room, Warehouse) 6.5 years, Aaron (Stamps, Warehouse Manager) 4.5 years, Matt (Sales Manager, Inventory) 1.5 years, Tim (Joinery, Stencil room, Business Development Manager, General Manager, Sales and Marketing Manager 7.5 years), Tom (Designer, Design Manager, Brand Manager 5 years), Front Row - Trin (Sales Rep.) 1 year, Lauren (Warehouse, Sales Manager) 9 years, Liz (Pick and Pack Team Leader)7 years, Richelle (PA to General Manager, Product Development, Inventory Control, Entertainment Coordinator)4 years.
These people represent just under 50 years of service to Kaisercraft.

This week Kaisercraft farewelled its most important and most influential employee. Tim Davies, my brother, started in the joinery over seven years ago. Since then he has worked in the now defunct stencil room, the warehouse, the office - as business development manager, sales manager and of course, general manager. As general manager he took turnover from $X to $X x 3. All that in three years at the helm. His influence, leadership and management has been second to none.
It is a poorer company for the loss of his abilities.
Today Tim's closest and longest serving workmates gathered for a farewell BBQ.

Friday, December 18, 2009

True story.

This did happen. Thought I'd write about it from the third person. Enjoy.

9:51. The microwave counts down inevitably, silently.
It isn’t cooking, it is counting. Counting down. Simon doesn’t usually use the timer feature to remind him when the ‘no brand’ spiral pasta is al dente, or something close to al dente, but Simon is tired, and checking pasta for two kids who may or may not be fussy tonight is something he can’t be bothered with.
His daughter, Lola, two years old, is at his feet.
‘Pick me up, Daddy.’
‘Honey, I’m trying to cook dinner.’ In truth dinner is pretty well organised, the pasta sauce has been pre-prepared and only needs heating, the garlic bread is in the oven, and the ‘no brand’ spiral pasta is contentedly bubbling away with...
9:01 to go.
‘Pick me up, DADDY!’ More urgent this time.
Simon looks around the kitchen. It isn’t strange that he should do this, he knows the room, but he doesn’t really know the room. He and he wife, Trinity, are separated, and have been for 15 months. In that time she has moved things, given them new homes, and he doesn’t always know where something can be found, or where something belongs. His eyes come across a tub of Playdoh and a bucket of accessories on top of the fridge.
‘Do you want to sit at the table and play with the Playdoh?’ Simon asks his little girl, more in hope than anticipation.
He sits Lola in her booster seat at the end of the table and places the blue Playdoh in the yellow tub in front of her.
‘Open it, Dad.’ Simon complies, and ventures to the pasta to give it a perfunctory stir.
‘And the toys!’ She is referring to the larger bucket that contains the cookie cutter shapes, the roller, the plastic scissors that could only cut Playdoh, the press to make Playdoh spaghetti, etc. etc.
‘Yes, babe.’
He offers her the bucket, telling her she can choose five of the colourful plastic accessories. The tub has about thirty in it; he doesn’t want to be packing up thirty pieces in...
Lola takes three handfuls of accessories and ends up with seven pieces. She is happy with that, so is her Dad.
She busies herself pulling apart her Playdoh and doing nothing very creative with it. At this time Anzac, her older brother, three and a half, wanders in. He’d been pretending to surf on a piece of cardboard in hallway, and is still naked from the bath he’d had 15 minutes earlier, actually, naked apart from the pale blue Haviana thongs he is wearing.
‘What’s Lol’ doing, Dad?’ His interest sparked by the apparent excitement happening with Playdoh and accessories at the kitchen table. Without waiting for an answer he climbs onto his seat just to the right of his little sister.
Seeing potential for trouble, Simon takes a seat at the table, ready to adjudicate over the inevitable squabbles. Lola looks suspiciously at her brother. At two, she knows this is how things work; she has something, he wants it, sometimes it’s that he has something, she wants it. At 32 her Dad also knows how things work, and takes the opportunity for a pre-emptive strike, ‘Lola, how about you give Anzac this much,’ breaking off half of her portion of Playdoh, ‘and you can have this much,’ returning half of her original amount. For a nervous moment Simon holds his breath. It could go wrong here.
‘I’m going to make a Christmas tree,’ Anzac offers, breaking the silence. It appears it’s enough to distract Lola from the fact that she is short half her Playdoh.
Simon breaths again.
Trinity left on Friday morning for a weekend in Queensland with a girlfriend. It’s Sunday evening and he and the kids are ready for ‘Mum’ to intervene in their collective lives. He misses her; as the kids’ mum, but more so as his... wife. Yes, she is still his wife.
Moments after Anzac commences the construction of a Playdoh Christmas tree, Lola decides she’s bored with it all. She clumsily climbs down from the chair and heads for the lounge room. Seeing an opportunity, Anzac turns to his Dad and says, ‘now I can have Lola’s Playdoh, can’t I, Dad?’
Lola hears this and turns.
Simon can actually see her mind ticking over, he can hear it.
She eyes her brother. Her hair is falling all over her face, not yet brushed or tied back since her bath. Her dummy is firmly ensconced in her mouth. The hair and the dummy conspire to perfectly frame, hide, and slightly reveal – all at once – Lola’s almond shaped eyes. Even though he loves this girl unconditionally, and in a logical, intellectual sense, he knows it’s not true, those eyes look evil, and if not evil, potentially evil. It’s Simon’s second nervous moment in the last minute and 43 seconds. Anzac glances from Lola to Dad, Dad to Lola. Simon looks from Anzac to Lola.
Lola decides this battle isn’t worth it and wanders off to wherever it was she was headed.
‘Dinner’s in three minutes, Lola Pearl,’ Simon calls out.
Anzac continues shaping a Christmas tree from Playdoh.

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

The Good Stuff.

Did some wakeboarding tonight with Tim, Matt and Tom. Tried a 360... failed, but failed well. Here's a shot of it.

Friday, November 20, 2009

Thursday, October 1, 2009

My Favourite Man.

One day he won't want kisses from his Dad... but for now, I'll enjoy them.

Saturday, September 26, 2009

Friday, September 25, 2009

It's all about FOOTY today!


Richelle, Aaron, Me.

Saturday, September 19, 2009


Nokia's newest mobile phone feature... Time travel!

Using my phone, I thought the "I have a dream" speech would be worth seeing first hand...
There I am!

This is a genuine photo of me on Mars!!!!

Thursday, September 17, 2009

Wednesday, September 9, 2009


I'm 32 years old and I'm going to try and make risotto for the first time tonight. I'm sure it will be fine, but there is some fear of the unknown...

Thursday, September 3, 2009


It's Fathers' Day weekend and I have the kids all weekend.
Five minutes after picking them up form daycare this arvo I will be on top of the world. I'm having a great second half of the week anyway, so getting the kids will just bump me up one more level of happiness.
Hopefully tommorow morning we can get into the garden and they can help me do some wedding ready to start a vege patch. I think it will be nice for them to watch food grow and then eat it. It will teach them about where food comes from. It will also give them something to check up on when they come and stay at Dad's house.
We will watch the footy (well, Lola and I will probably watch, Anzac will read books or something) tomorrow afternoon before family dinner to welcome Scarlett to the family and send Mum and Dad off on their 5 week holiday.
And then Fathers' Day! Every Saturday is Fathers' Day for a seperated Dad, but the real thing is extra special.

I love you Anzac.
I love you Lola Pearl.

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

The sun is shining, and the birds are singing!

I don't know why, but I'm on top of the world today!
just thought I'd share that with you.

Monday, August 31, 2009

A time to share.

This is just one part of "Kid o'clock". Kid o'clock is how I describe the time between leaving work, and giving the kids back to thier mum, to my friend Katie. Kid o'clock includes the pick up from daycare, getting home, making dinner, having baths, getting in our PJs, brushing teeth and the drop off. If you have kids, you'll be able to relate to Kid o'clock. My friend knows that during Kid o'clock, my attention is with them, so I may not always be available to her.

Lola is more than happy to pose for a happy snap!

Sunday morniong at the park. Life's good!

Lola Pearl's first ever trip to the footy.

Perfection! (Boogers and all!)

Sunday, August 30, 2009

Do yourself a favour...

Read this,

Trust me on this.

Thursday, August 27, 2009

Celebrity Shag...

So, you all know what a celebrity shag is, right?
Well, I have just transferred Celibrity Shag status to a new person.
My first ever official one was Melissa Doyle (yes, I know I'm wierd).
Today I am changing from my clebrity shag of the last couple of years - Sharelle McMahon, to Marieke Hardy.
My celebrity shags obviously aren't biased to looks, rather, these women (in my opinion) have a certain je ne sais quoi...

Wednesday, August 26, 2009


"Sometimes being a friend means mastering the art of timing. There is a time for silence. A time to let go and allow people to hurl themselves into their own destiny. And a time to prepare to pick up the pieces when it's all over." Gloria Naylor.

Bath time with AJ & Lola Pearl!

Pick me up...

Some of you may know I've been a bit flat lately.
Well, Mum and Dad bought me something that now resides on the wall of my bedroom, and cheers me up every time I look at it...

It's signed "To Simon, Best wishes, Gary Ablett JNR."

Sunday, August 16, 2009

Blood and Beer.

Michael and I. Opera Bar.



The Silver Fox, my cousin Ian, Brother Michael, Me.

A great day with real life blood relatives! And beers.
I wasn't sure about hanging out with my cousin Ian while we were in Sydney. Dad organised it, and I'm not sure if it was out of a sense of duty, or that he really wanted to meet him again after so long. My fears were unfounded. Ian was not at all 'English', which is, we know, often boring and miserable. Maybe that's why he moved from England.
We spent the whole afternoon at the Opera Bar on Circular Quay, with Ian, his wife Olivia and daughters Phoebe and Victoria. They were all lovely. None of it felt awkward or contrived, it was really natural.
Eventually we made it back to the hotel in Kings Cross, carrying the Silver Fox (Dad) most of the way back. He got a second wind and we went to a pub. Schooners were $3 each, a blessed relief after paying $6 all day. We stayed in the pub a couple of hours before Foxy took off home, blind drunk, Michael went wherever he was going, and I wandered around Kings Cross. I got back to the hotel after a while and crashed.
I'm typing this in Sydney airport as I wait for our flight home.
I feel terrible.


"As the Manly ferry cuts its way to Circular Quay"... I did that. I lived an Aussie Crawl song.

Thursday, August 13, 2009

My 'header'.

Hey folks,
It will be hard not to notice the new header to my blog. I don't want you to think I have put it there lightly, without thought. Before that picture it was the famous Robert Doisneau photo of the lovers kissing. The one now is just a reminder... bad things happen in this world, and as uncomfortable as it might make us, it doesn't hurt to remember that.
The world is a beautiful, beautiful place, but don't forget there are scars on its history.

Last month's header.

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

This is about my relationship with Katie...

Hide And Seek

Flowering too quickly
A love
Bright like the sun hurting the eyes
And then gone like the autumn leaf
Gold then brown then fallen
Returning to the earth

And a winter that endures
Time and distance
Too long
Ranges vast and wide
Where time merely survives and waits
And waits
For a returning sun

Not like a slow breaking dawn
But a supernova of passion
The sun returns
From child like games
It hides and I seek
The ripe plump fruit the tree yields
Brought to life by a light once lost

Shifting across the boundless skies
A reckless moon covers a sun
Not yet strong enough to endure
A daytime quickly brought to night
Where winter returns too soon
Fruit and flowers and leaves and life
Fall to the sodden dirt
To once more begin a life
Borne from the womb of the mother earth.

Monday, August 10, 2009

Pablo Neruda

I wouldn't have thought this would help, but when I am down about love, reading this helps. There is some really beautiful poetry in this book, and I'm not really into poetry.

Monday, August 3, 2009

New (s)crap!

Okay sports fans, here's my new LO. Featuring the stunning Davies children. Proudly presented by Kaisercraft's Loire Valley paper range. I like this, hope you do too!

Sunday, August 2, 2009

Our day (if you care)...

We had a really good day. Anzac, Lola and I went to 'The Big City', AKA Melbourne. We parked near the Shrine and walked into the CBD. I like to get the kids amongst people, crowds. They don't see much of that sort of 'busyness' in G-town.

I had never been to the Shrine. Disgraceful really. I have to go to a dawn service soon.

Notice Lola's shoe missing? I didn't. Realised a couple of blocks later... where could it be? Had to retrace our steps.

And there it was. Way back in Fed Square. What a pain in the bum!

Good advice for life, I think. (A wall in Chinatown).

Saturday, August 1, 2009


By the end of the day Monday I'll have posted my latest Layout. I love it. Can't wait to get a photo taken and show you all.
Watch this space!

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Given to Fly

He floated back down 'cause he wanted to share,
His key to the locks on the chains he saw everywhere,
But first he was stripped and then he was stabbed,
By faceless men, well, fuckers,
He still stands,

And he still gives his love, he just gives it away,
The love he receives is the love that is saved,
And sometimes is seen a strange spot in the sky,
A human being that was given to fly.

Saturday, July 11, 2009

Saturday Night.

I'm not made for sitting at home alone on my own. It's not me. I draw (a) little comfort from knowing my kids are tucked in bed safely down the hallway.
But sitting on the couch watching TV alone isn't for me. Tonight, I'm so bloody lonely, I want to be sitting here with Trin, my best friend. I miss her.
This is depressing...

Thursday, July 9, 2009

My Clever Wife.

Trin got her results for the first trimester of her Uni studies. Four High Distinctions out a possible four! Go Trinny!


All is as good as one might hope for, mum goes home today.
Thanks for all the best wishes.

Monday, July 6, 2009


Doctor just said it went okay... the surgery.
She'll be here for 5-10 days.


Untitled post...


Bloody horrible place,
Full so often of sick people,
Too infrequently with healthy people,
I'm here tonight, now,

The floor's cold,
My arse is sore,
Punching out shit poetry,
On my laptop,

Four men,
For smarter men than us,
To fix a mum, a wife,

Mild heart attack,
When used with the words 'heart' and 'attack',

We talk about other stuff,
Pointless stuff, footy,
The footy mattered yesterday,
It doesn't matter today,

Dear smarter men,
Fix a mum, a wife,
Make her better,
We aren't ready to not have her here,
Thank you.

Monday, June 29, 2009

Life is perfect when you have these...

I already fear for the future... Lola Pearl will be a handful!

Classic representation of both kids - Lola, loud, confident, assured and very boisterous - Anzac, quieter, sweet, gentle, allowing Lola the spotlight.

Monday, June 15, 2009

Flogging a Dead...

Dead horse is a euphemism for sauce,
But they gave Mr Ed Peanut butter,
To make him look like he was talking,
A horse can't talk of course,

Phar Lap didn't eat peanut butter,
His stick like legs,
Defying physics to carry his 500 kilo bulk,
Then dead, poisoned by some nutter,

"Nuts" is the folly of steeplechase,
Running fast and jumping a bad idea,
Results in bullets in the heads,
Of horses who have run their last race,

Horses are like motorbikes,
Except they have a brain,
Horses that is,
Actually, they are nothing alike,

Have you had a sore throat,
You've been a bit hoarse,
Which is a lot better than feeling a horse,
Do that and you will be smote.

Wednesday, June 10, 2009


So I hit the 'next blog' button a bunch of times to see what's out there. Came across Spanish, Russian, Chinese of some description, and then this -
It's beautiful. I have no idea what it said, but I liked it. Why can't we use such a pretty written word? Have a look.

Never too old (to be stupid!).

Okay, so we're idiots. But we do know it. This is me and my brother TJ hamming it up.

Is this the archetypal image of Gen X? I was told it is me "captured perfectly". Hmmm...

So, I know this looks like we're taking things seriously, but we weren't. Just mucking around and giving Tim the chance to practice with some different stuff to think about.

Again, it looks more serious than we were taking it. At least I'm facing the right way so my broken nose doesn't look too bad!

More fun stuff. I like this one.