The whisperer echo park professional#

Boo has always been a breath of fresh air (except lately PMT is deadly) - constantly happy and a born performer. We affectionately refer to Louie as Boo Boo - as this is what she was, an unplanned pregnancy. Philosophy lesson complete, lets delve into some of Louie's background history. When you think about it, mother nature really is quite amazing - the seeds of life are planted, watered and nurtured exactly the same but grow and thrive into such unique individuals.

All three children have the same father, drank the same breastmilk and were all raised in the same dysfunctional household. son) excels in French, German and Latin languages and now Louie is manifesting herself as a modern day Tokyo Rose. Today Louie shines as she represents her school with her Japanese linguistic skills. daughter) has her moment in the spotlight today. Even their offspring had their own game, rather disturbing watching the children strive hard to be the best barbarian - perhaps feudal parents aren't such great role models! This was better than any theatre performance I've ever attended and from now on, each Sunday this is definitely where you'll find me, obligatory chardy, cheese & crackers, opera glasses and perhaps maybe even donning my very own Elizabethan frock, Marie Antoinette understudy perhaps? or just a bawdy, beauteous, totally bodacious wench. When I first sat down I thought the Bra Boys were defending Maroubra when I spotted the weapons - jousting swords, axes, knives, flails, shields - so enthusiastic they even sported the mandatory non-complimentary hairstyles, King Henry VIII physiques and I'm sure Marie Antoinette was patiently waiting on the sideline for her beheading.

The whisperer echo park professional#

The park was pumping - symphonies sounded from the Conservatorium of Music orchestra in the rotunda, an extremely professional looking 'grey army' struggled in a game of soccer (guys when you can no longer bend down to tie your laces you really should give up the game!), behind me a couple of young guys aided by 'Heineken' practiced tight rope walking (talk about walking a straight line), but the flabbergasterer was the medieval warfare. After approximatley 8kms and not one leftover kilojoule from my earlier fat attack, I parked my weary bones on an empty bench which later proved to be a prime viewing position.

Being ever so mindful of my middle aged spread and the need to keep my arse encompassing only one chair, I made my choices wisely, homebaked italian vanilla slice backed up with a slab of fruit cake, washed down with a coffee and yep Humpty Dumpty has found himself a life partner! Before R&R has the chance to turn into 'Roly poly & Rotund' I head off to circumnavigate New Farm and take in the colourful and often times peculiar sights. From the moment I open the door salivation begins. New Farm Park is definitely a relaxing destination, surrounded by the river, enormous fig trees, laid back atmosphere and not only is it one of the prettiest parks in Brisbane, it also has direct access to the New Farm Deli which just so happens to be a favourite destination of mine due to everything instore being edible. As I was in dire need of R&R on the weekend, translation anything BUT bushwalking, trekking or mountain climbing, I headed on down to one of my all time favourite parks, New Farm Park.