Young, broke & fabulous.

It’s time. Time to admit and acknowledge my love for Rugby Union on the blog. More importantly, my love for the All Blacks.

My Dad was born in New Zealand, and moved to Australia when he was about 18. Fast forward to meeting my Mum, to having me, settling down and building a life here. When my parents divorced, I moved in with my Dad shortly after. We were just too close not to be together all the time.

Thus, his daughter is an epic All Black supporter. I was from the get go. I had no choice really - you try growing up with a kiwi and see if rugby isn’t imprinted in your brain.

On Sunday when the All Blacks beat the Wallabies, I couldn’t contain my excitement and Rigby and I joyfully danced around the lounge room (he had no idea what was going on and I think he was actually a bit nervous about all the yelling and clapping I was doing). I was sad about the game being that weekend, while neither my Dad or Rick was home to watch it with.

BUT. This weekend, the final, the Cup decider, my Dad is home. Thank. God. We are going to the pub together to watch the game on the big screen and celebrate the Kiwi’s victory merrily and loudly. (I’m beyond confident that we are going to win.)

It’s about time you all knew about my huge love for rugby, the All Blacks, and even more specifically, Daniel Carter. (He’s injured and out of the Cup but he is still my favourite and always will be. If I ever met him I’d probably have a panic attack.)

So, this weekend, when we play France in the final, keep this kiwi girl and her precious AB’s in your thoughts eh?