All over for another year......

Well we made it through another Christmas safe and sound, I cant help but feel a little deflated though, it is such a big hype, the stress the worry blah blah blah and it is all over so quickly and you wonder what all the fuss was about.  Christmas morning technically began at midnight when I got up to take medicine for this damn cough that is threatening to drive me batty, to find Adam and Tahli up on the computer and Tahlis phone beeping with txt messages.....what the??  go to bed brats......even though they had gone to bed, so "Santa" had done his/her thing and all the stockings had been stuffed and presents were under the tree, damn teenagers ruining Christmas.....I coughed and hacked all night, thats the problem with the shops being so busy and just so many people out and about coughing and sneezing and generally spreading the "love" everywhere you are bound to end up sick.  Jemma who is also suffering from the dreaded cough was up at 4 am with a sore throat and what not, I got up to get her sorted but all was forgotten when she realised that Santa had been and she had been left a stocking full of stuff including "Pig goes Pop" and I dont mean Daddy after a big night  I mean a plastic pig that you shove hamburgers in its mouth till it pops......So my Christmas day has begun, drag everyone out of bed well if I am up then so can everyone else be, presents are destroyed in seconds, all my love and attention to detail in a crumpled mess on the floor.  Now comes the fun of removing toys from the packaging, and for those of you that have never had the pleasure it is one of the most frustrating things in the world, I would rather untangle 10 sets of christmas lights, pluck the xmas chook or bath the cat rather than release those toys from their cardboard prisons, you undo the first 53 wired and taped and sewed in tethers, get all excited try and pull the toy out to find you have another 27 on the other side and all of this is for a $20 Barbie doll the packaging would cost more than the doll,  there are little Chinamen on Christmas Morn smirking over their morning coffee at the thought of all the silly people trying to open the toys,.....ahhh you sirry sirry people fink you sooooo smart, see who smart now hehehehehehe.....(No offence or disrespect intended to our Asian friends but we all know everything is made in China these days) all the while you have the child anxiously waiting for the "best" toy in the world........they usually get sick of waiting for it and move on to something else and the new model has been invented and released by the time you get it out arrrrrrggg.  Every toy out of its packaging and spread all over the room, sift through the paper to make sure you arent throwing out something important, dump all the rubbish in the bin.  Older kids are fine they have it sussed they take all the good stuff to their rooms before the younger ones can trash it.  Find out I bought a Playstation 3 game for the Wii Guitar Hero duhhhhh Adam is very forgiving thank goodness and I promise to take it back as soon as the shops open, now to find the receipt...... OK pressies over where is the baby.....said girl child found by Daddy splashing in the toilet water which is disgusting in itself but to be splashing in toilet water that has not been flushed by her older sister due to excitement of Santa and all.....just about sent Daddy over the edge.....think yourself lucky it was only wee I tell him, it could of been worse...hehehehehe ok ok baby cleaned and disinfected to within an inch of her life and Christmas can continue.  I set about to tidying up and preparing salads to hear a barrage of cursing from hubby outside apparently our outdoor roof is struggling with all this rain and had sprung a leak right across where all out guests would soon be seated, out comes the ladder and the powertools, and before you tsk tsk tsk I sent Adam along to hold the umbrella for him, I know powertools are dangerous in the rain :P, so we have hubby and number one son on the roof in the rain with the powertools fixing the leak,  I go back to my salads to hear baby, who was last seen in the walker where she cant hurt herself HAHAHA, whinging and whining to which I tell her, shush bubba mummas busy, whinging and whining becomes crying and screaming rush to find her with the christmas lights, which of course are on and flashing magically, wrapped around her neck once, twice, three times.....oops.   All emergencies are over everyone is safe and sound, we look forward to everyone arriving and having a lovely day.   Friends and family are here before I know it, and mayham settles upon the house, there are presents and wrappings I have no idea who bought what but everyone is happy, which is the main thing.  Lunch is fabulous, Mums famous potato salad is a hit, I really must learn how to make that before she carks it and takes the receipe with her.  I look around at all my loved ones and am very grateful for all of them, some who we werent expecting to still be with us so that makes it extra special.  My father in law sets about making Rocket Fuels for everyone, (it is a mix of champagne, contreiu, brandy and a lump of sugar???), he is very excited about his creations and has gone to a lot of trouble preparing and everyone, bless them accepts one gracefully, I unfortunately (phew) have to pass as I still have to drive Tahli and Adam to meet the sperm donor....sorry their father oops.  I did find later quite a few glasses left over lol but he felt good about it.  I take Adam and Tahli which is always a bid sad for me but a fact of life I guess, they are off for 2 weeks holiday which their other family.   The rest of the evening passed in a blur of food and drinks, I do remember some "Cowboy" shots at one stage,  and laughs, lots and lots of laughs, Grandma snuck off for a Nana Nap.  The kids were hyper including Laicee who lasted all day before I finally convinced her to crash at about 8 pm.

We will be eating ham and salad for days to come but it wouldnt be christmas time if you didnt huh.  Still sick with this cough cough coughing and had to give lunch with the Aunties on boxing day a miss which I was really sad about.   
Boxing Day aftermath OMG!!!!  How did all this mess come about.........got it all cleaned up with the help of my fabulous hubby and spent the rest of boxing day on the lounge with movies...


Hope you all had Christmas days filled with love, laughter and lots of christmas cheer ....heres to New Years......

T'was the night before Christmas

Wow Christmas Eve already, this year has gone so fast Christmas has kinda snuck up on me this year.  I guess the same goes for the 10 million people that were down at the local shopping centre this week my gosh this season makes eveyone crazy, some old man wanted to go toe to toe with me over a parking spot.....he knew I could take him so he backed away gracefully...yeah thats right old man keep walking.......I had to go to Woolworths this morning to get all the food for the freeloaders oops sorry family that are coming for Christmas lunch tomorrow,  I truly believe that these people think that the world is coming to an end and we have to grab all the food we can to survive....OMG the shops are not going to be open for 1 whole day, stock up people!!!!  the place was true madness, I am sure the woman that wanted the last plum pud that I picked up thought about fighting me for it ......But the food is crammed in the fridge, the beer and wine is on ice, presents are wrapped I am just waiting for the one child that still believes in Santa to go to sleep so we can do the stockings, we dont want a repeat of the year that santa had too much xmas cheer and stupidly left all the presents under mummy's bed....ooops.  I do love Christmas even though hours of blood sweat tears and the threat of taking an old man beating is undone in a millisecond in a fenzy of christmas unwrapping.  We have cleaned the house and everyone is ready for the day tomorrow, Jemmas little uninvited visitors have been well and truly disposed of....she either had a head full of little christmas elves or it was head lice,  on Christmas Eve no less.....How rude!!!  Hubby has enough ham to feed a small African village for a month but we are looking forward to a lovely day tomorrow with family and friends......I hope you all have a beautiful Christmas and the fat man leaves you something good.   Enjoy being with the ones you love, tolerate the ones you dont, its only one day suck it up and be nice.  Lots of love to all xxxxx

Was it the weekend???

Monday morning already... didnt feel like much of a weekend, although the days really just run into one another when the kids are on holidays I get through them in a "Krusty is coming, Krusty is coming, fetal position in the corner, glazed over look in my eyes kinda way" How I get through them is not important just as long as I do, hubby keeps me well stocked up in Vodka its all good.   Joking Joking its not ALL bad they get along quite well as long as they are all in seperate rooms doing their own things,  even bubba is getting in on the act lately and has taken to screaming when Tahli even looks at her, Adam tried to take a pen off her the other day and got stabbed in the face for his troubles, Jemma wouldnt let her have the Nintendo DS so she grabbed two handfuls of hair and proceeded to pull.  Learned behaivour the experts say......pfft I havent stabbed Adam for years so I dont know how they would get that ;P 

Anyhoo......what did we get up to this weekend.....  well Hubby and the boys are on a "Dash for Cash" and have picked up a job that they are trying to get done before Christmas for some extra holiday money, so it has been 4 am starts for the last few days...including Sunday which I am sure is against some religious law somewhere...it has to be.  But me being the good little wifey and having a damn conscience (that I am working hard on destroying, bloody thing)...I am getting up with him, since he is out there doing it for us so we can have a nice christmas, blah blah blah, I am ensuring he has a healthy lunch and lots of water yadda yadda yadda.....not that I mind of course........I am up again this morning when all I wanted to do was pull the covers over my head and go back to sleep.  I go to make coffee and put a scoop of formula in my cup instead of coffee....hubby takes that as a cue I think and decides to get "Tuckshop" today hehehehe but I decide to go have a coffee with him as I am already up, we go outside to sit and enjoy the early morn sun is shining, birds are chirping it is a beautiful day.....that was until a moth obviously on his L Plates or on a suicide mission decides to slam into my face, a wet squishy moth.... balls and all in my face and to add insult to injury he then proceeded to plop into my coffee.......noice!!!  So lets go make a coffee for the third time this morning.  Is this a sign of things to come..........stay tuned.

   Jemma got for her birthday an activity box full of goodies like pipe cleaners and pom poms etc etc arty farty stuff to tap into her creative side, of course she decided to whinge and whine about the fact she didnt know what to make out of a box FULL of stuff.  Mind you she has no problem getting creative with my magazines that I havent even read yet ripping out pages and cutting holes in everything, my celebrity section was missing bits everywhere and read like Tom Cruise is having Brad Pitts baby and Celine Dion is doing another Die Hard movie.......Celine Dion or not we really DONT need another Die Hard movie.  So we look up "Fun things to do with Pipe Cleaners" on You Tube..........I really need to activate that Adult content filter on the computer.....Whoah get a life people OMG.......I didnt know you could do "that" with "that".......anyway we find these gorgeous little mozzie things,  they looked more like body-less mice to me but hey lets give that a go, so we thread beads and bend and coerce the pipe cleaners....now for the gluing part and I really should have learnt from many years of hot glue gun experiences that this isnt going to end well it NEVER does,  I heat up the hot glue gun which has only one stick of glue left, so I put a paintbrush stick in the end to push the glue out grab hold of the pom pom as it is far too dangerous for Jemma to do "No honey mummy has to do this bit cause it is very very hot and you might burn yourself"  after much trigger pulling we finally get a drop of hot glue out onto the pom pom push it onto the pipe cleaner small amount of hot glue seapage onto bare skin..... memory trigger of tiny little easter chickens being hot glued onto my fingers come rushing back and I remember that is could be a potentionally painful experience if great care is not taken,  now what happens next is a mystery even to me, I dont know whether I was just tired or just plain stupid, but I grap a little itty bitty googly eye and I put it on the end of my finger I pick up the hot glue gun, which by this stage has warmed up quite nicely and I squeeze......nothing...so I push the paintbrush stick in just a bit, that did the trick....plop.....I have a 5 cent peice size dob of hot glue on the end of my finger, I quickly stick the itty bitty hot glue soaked googly eye onto the pompom which of course proceeds to stick to my finger and I now have a one eyed, body-less pipe cleaner mouse/mozzie melted to my index finger..........Jemma looks at me and says "Are you OK Mummy???  Maybe I should do it"   mmmmmm maybe you should.

Little Miss Chicken Head has been having "movement" issues for quite a while now and despite all of my efforts good and bad........how was I to know Bananas caused things to back up and cheese wow who'd a thunk it.... but to be truthful I was giving her Cheese Sticks and I really doubt there is any actual Cheese in those things.  I have been trying everything Auntie Sharrons belly massage seems to work a treat, I have been feeding her grapes and pear juice plus the Parrafin Oil to help things along, I even tried to give her Brussel Sprouts which are a big fave here...no seriously everyone except Adam loves them..... I put them in front of her and when I came back there was only a couple left on the tray I thought wow thats great until I realised she was actually shoving them down the front of her nappy which is where I wanted them to end up but that wasnt the way I intended them to get there.....sigh ok so she doesnt like them, Jemma decides to help me out and says "Eat your little cabbages chicken wiiing" to which Laicee then proceeded to throw the remaining ones at Jemmas head...she is an awesome shot got her right between the eyes.  By Sunday morning it was obvious she needed to go but apparently according to the kiddie doc at the hospital she is holding it in due to it causing her pain......long story....anyway after doing everything I decided it was time for a little help so I prepared to give her an infant suppository they literally look like little sucked on jelly beans and are soft and floppy.........ok bub think warm thoughts its for your own good.  Just waiting now for it to work its magic......an hour or so a later I hear straining and grunting etc I think yayyyy finally some relief for her go to change her nappy to find the smartybum (literally) had just pushed the jelly bean out........ ok kid your own your own.........nature finally took its course a little later that day thank goodness....hopefully she will grow out of all this soon.

So Adam goes to his friends house on Saturday night he hasnt stayed at this boys house before so I do the right thing and go and introduce myself to his mum, also to make sure I wasnt leaving my child with some crazed crack head all good no line marks seems very respectable, confidently leave him there.  He rings me Sunday morning to tell me he is getting a ride home so dont worry about picking him up cooooool I can hang in my PJs and even though I recently bought the most beautiful Intimo bras (Thanks Aunty Neesie) my girls like to "hang" free" hang" being the operative word......oh back off I am 40ish with 4 kids EVERYTHING has moved south.  Anyway there is a knock at the door and there is Adam with his mate AND the mates mother they want to come in and see the dog (We have a British Bulldog and apparently that is unusual) the house is a tip, I am a wreck my hair is a mess, yesterdays make up now lying black and lifeless under my eyes......and then there is the matter of the "girls" it would be too obvious to make a dash for the bedroom and the Intimo saviour,  so I try to look nonchalant leaning against the wall with my arms crossed, ended up squishing leftie in the process, thank god Laicee crawled up at that moment I grabbed that baby and held her to my chest, she was to me like a life jacket to the Titanic passengers,  she of course, damn taitor decided she wanted to get down, not on your Nelly kid.  Thankfully they didnt stay long, needless to say I doubt that boy will be allowed to stay here anytime soon, she probably was doing her own crazed crackhead check and decided not to chance it......

Sigh.....Safety just isnt my thing even when I try.....

  We had a doctors appt at 8.30am all good bubba is fit and well besides a molar apparently coming through which is causing her to pull at her ears, her croaky voice is a mystery so of course it is a virus which is what they always say when they have no idea what is wrong with you.......Old Doc English as I like to call this particular gentleman offers Adam a jelly bean which of course is ridicilous Adam is waaaaaay to cool for doctor jelly beans now, even though the doc said "Why whats wrong with my jelly beans I licked them all clean"  Hehehehehehe...Adam not finding this even remotely amusing politely refuses.    We drive Adam to his friends house and Little Miss Happy starts to whinge turn to look at her to find that someone had undone the strap that holds the excess belt of the car seat and she had wrapped it around her neck and had her arm all caught up in there as well so stop car unwrap her from the Anaconda Safety snake that had her pinned roll the strap back up safely and tuck it back in behind the seat.   Home safe and sound I put Jemma is in the bath cause she is feral I can hear giggling and a carry on, bubba is in the bathroom with Jemma.  Gasp safety nightmare....wet floor, water, no adult supervision......OK out you come Missy this isnt safe and even though she protested quite loudly.......translation MAJOR tanty!!!!  I removed her to a safe play / tanty position.  Go back in to wash Jemmas hair gone a very short time come back to find her trying to shove a "Bucket Full O Monkeys" Monkey into the powerpoint but aha I have the safety plugs in so her plot is foiled, you will stay safe today child dammit.   Cheerily going about my daily chores of picking up after my beautiful family, my DAILY chores of picking up after my beautiful...... lazy, dirty, frustratingly feral family. Cleaning the kitchen again for the third time today and am loading the dishwasher, didnt hear sneaky ninja danger mouse crawl up she leans on the door of the dishwasher to stand up causing full dishwasher to tip, bottom drawer full of dishes slides out on a path to child destruction, I stick my leg out to stop it from hitting her,  it crashes into that little sticky out bone known as my ankle, the same sticky out bone that had been bulldozed earlier by a milk crazed baby in a really hard plastic walker arrrrrrg, baby yanked out of the way no dishes broken, all good bar my poor sticky out bone but I will live.  Put her in front of the TV with a bowl of baked beans cause "Baked Beans are good for the heart, Baked Beans will make you........" cant remember the rest but I am sure it will come to me :)  Peace and happiness returns...for now.  Off to tackle Mount Washmore followed closely by my little shadow.  Take washing out of the dryer put wet towels into basket get ready to take the load of dry clothes out to the lounge where of course they will sit till I get the urge to fold them or mum comes over and does it for me whichever comes first,  quick baby safety check......no chemicals, no escape, nothing to land on her, nothing life threatening, check check check and check,  baby is happily standing at the back laundry door watching the dog take his morning constitional very amused at the scratching and the sniffing and especially fascinated by the actual........anyhoo so I confidently leave her for no more than a minute I hear screams coming from the laundry....no way what the???.........  she was trapped between the door and a mountain of wet towels,  she had gone to sit on the edge of the laundry basket with the wet towels in it, said basket tipped and she was buried alive......seriously no word of a lie only my child could be injured by a basket of wet towels, noooooo mention of wet towels in the safety manual,  sure beware of swallowing small objects like the staples I caught her trying to eat yesterday,  sure put drawer latches on so they cant squash fingers when trying to get batteries out of the drawer to suck on.....also yesterday,  but nooooooo mention of dangerous washing......I think I will write a letter to the safety board..........

Randomness.......

My little brother told me this morning that I am the only one that totally gets his randomness and for those of you that know my little brother you will know that his randomness far outweighs his normalness but apparently this is a great honour so I shall take the compliment gracefully and say "Thanks lovey".........I think.  I am prone to moments of randomness myself, I know I know shock gasp but its true...... there I have said it.  My brother came to stay last night which is always an adventure, we had a few little drinkies (cough cough), a lot of laughs and just a great night.  The heavens opened just as he got here and after the previous days storm and tennis ball size hail stones we were all a little concerned, so after much debate on whos car was the least crappy it was decided that his car got the cover, and of course since I had to go rescue Tahli from the shopping centre the argument was really a waste of time because as soon as I drove off he stole my spot anyway.   After dinner the boys were a little worse for wear, but of course it was from the sun, its NEVER EVER the beer and how dare you even suggest it.....now apologise to all the little brown fallen soldiers that gave their all, now empty and broken in the bin.   All hell breaks loose the power goes out there is a mad dash for torches and candles,  baby is crying, Jemma is freaking out, Mum aka me is calmly getting it sorted with help from Tahli and Adam.  Where are the boys.........I hear snoring coming from 1 bedroom ok hubby is out surely brother dearest will be here for us..........snoring coming from bedroom 2......who says chivalry is dead huh.   So I get the kids sorted Jemma is on the floor in my room just barely keeping it together despite reassurances that it is fine and the world is not coming to an end, Tahli who got kicked out of her bed for uncle is on the lounge, Adam of course stays in the lounge too just to keep her company not because he is just a little freaked himself or anything......OK everyone sorted, candles not going to burn house down, I guess I can go to bed now.   Get into bed next to Captain Freighttrain actually I think the new trains have some kind of sound inhibitor now due to the Enviromental act or something dont they......I wonder if I can get one of those fitted to husband hmmmmm.  Baby monitor doesnt work because power is out, Jemma wants me to hold her hand which is fine but she is on the floor I am up in my bed, so trying to get comfy with one arm hanging over the side of the bed slowly losing feeling and the other trying to hold pillow over my head to drown out the sounds of number 49 rattling down the tracks.  Must of drifted off woke to the sound of baby monitor screaching,  alarm clock flashing and the soothing sounds of....... I believe it was Metallica booming out of the clock radio, number 49 still hurtling towards the station, microwave beeping and the fan which had been set of warp speed threatening to scoop me up and fly me back to Kansas.  OK so the power is back on......get out of bed gingerly feeling around with my feet to make sure I dont stand on Jemma, almost stand on her Nintendo DS dodge that only to kick poor little pinkie toe on the damn @#$%ing blanket box, I swear I am going to go postal one night and take an axe to that thing,  finally find my way out everything is lit up like a Christmas tree, including the Christmas tree, turn everything off do the kiddie check yep still got 4 all sleeping peacefully, check on little bro he is lying like a dead person with his hands crossed over his chest....sooooo tempted to put a flower in his hands and one of the baby muslin wraps over his face, just for the freak out value hehehehehe but no I am a grown up now maybe I could paint a pirate mo and eye patch on him.....NO Stop it go back to bed.  All is good in the hood go back to bed to find Number 49 has pulled into the station sideways across the bed blocking all access aaarrrrg.....Babe wake up move over....grunt snuffle grunt grunt.  Baby I cant get in the bed....I do believe he actually growled at me at this point.  Sigh......I climb in and shuffle to the end of the bed sleep at last.

I wake up at the normal ungodly hour of 4 am...... damn body clock.  I poke the sleeping bear to get up, they have a job they have to do, go out iron a shirt for him,  put the kettle on, line up the Berocca, start making lunch for them.  Brother stumbles out "Wow woke up cuddling the "Man Pillow" (aka a body pillow mum gave Tahli) thought I had had a bigger night than then I realised, slight freak out and reality check...phew all good"   Hehehehehe its funny cause I can picture it, knew I should of bought that life size zombie doll at Halloween alas but at least there was some freak out value.  So sent the boys out into the world hungover and a little worse for wear but they will live.....hehehehehe wait till the sun hits them.

The house is a tip, kids are tired and cranky, Laicee is really croaky she sounds like Bonnie Tyler after a carton of smokes.    I am actually feeling quite sprightly but I am sure I will hit the wall at some stage, might need a Nanna Nap later.....

So how was your night????

Is it just me????

Is it just me or is everyone just so political well maybe political isnt the right word but people just seem to be all worked up about this or that or something else.....OMG the South Tiben Yaks are being milked, women are being denied the right to give birth under the shade of the Coolibah tree, Babies are being fed formula and put in nappies, not being allowed to roam free  butt naked in the world as God intended,  Children are being forced to clean their rooms by their tyrannic overlord parents, dogs are being forced to sleep outside, the dolphins are out in the ocean cold and alone dammit..........arrrrrg the world is going crazy.  Seriously I know that there are fights out there that need to be fought and I am in awe of the people that are just so passionate that they are out there fighting for it.  But come on people some of the things I see and hear are just crazy, and I would just love to hear some light hearted good stuff once in a while instead of always doom and gloom and "The sky is falling The sky is falling" maybe I am self absorbed and ignorant but I am flat out stopping my own child from eating $2 coins and putting plastic bags on her head, my own children need to be protected from me and my quest to be "Mother of the Year"....someone should start an organisation to protect my kids and any that may come in contact with me.    I know that if we dont do it nobody will blah blah blah but some of it is just plain ridiculous seriously......Fight the fights that have to be fought, help out when and where you can, be nice to people, smile at each other, say please and thank you.  Take care of your kids......(dont leave them with me).......respect each other and yourself, dont take life so seriously, relax once in a while.  Walk away from the computer and the quest for justice just for a while,  cuddle your babies,  jump on the trampoline, play with a hula hoop (a LOT harder than it looks by the way) live your life.  Laugh at yourself......and for the love of God.....STOP MILKING THE YAKS!!!!!!   Now if you will excuse me my child is sticking a spoon in the powerpoint best be off.

Well for the first time ever Jemma didnt have her sleepover she insisted on coming home....ever since our hospital stay she has been a little clingy to be expected I guess, she is still just mummy's little girl.......

Jemma is having a sleepover at her BFF's so one down......Adam just asked if his friend can come over I said yep no problem....even number again......oops just remembered Tahli already asked if 2 of her friends can come over tonight so ok lose one gain 3 Doh!!!!

All of a sudden I have teenagers....how did that happen???  Werent they just babies yesterday???  Now I have 2 in high school, 1 in primary school and a baby......didnt plan that very well did I lol it seems I will be surrounded by kids for years to come, I guess they keep me young in many ways.   I was discussing this the other day with my friend and I realised that my the time Laicee finishes high school I will be almost 60......60 and probably by then the others will probably be married and have children of their own.  My friends range from 40ish to 20ish so I guess I am lucky I get to stay in "touch" with the world and not become some old fogie that thinks that socks and sandals are cool.......socks and sandals have NEVER been cool by the way people.  I have friends who's kids are all grown up and/or are in high school and on the way to not being so needy.  I have friends with kids in primary school and I have friends with babies.  My relationships with each and everyone of them is special and different from the next.  I have met some wonderful women because of my children and I treasure what they bring to my life.  I wonder where I would be if I had never had kids........Nope cant imagine it....so I guess I am destined to stand on toys for years to come, have crayons in my washing machine,  food in my hair and I am yet to leave the house without some kind of foreign substance on my clothes and thats just from me lol........My kids keep me alive and kicking

Jemma

Jemma is my funny, beautiful, crazy 7 year old daughter she keeps us contantly amused with her outlook on things.  She was recently very sick and spent her 7th birthday in hospital on a drip but I am pleased to report she is back to her old self driving us all crazy and making us laugh all at the same time.  Some of Jemmas sayings include;

When given a fright:   Oh my goodness you nearly scared the Sniggles outta me.
When calling Laicee:   Come here little Chicken wiiiiiiiing. 

She will come out with the funniest things at the most inopptune times.   She has a belly laugh that is more infectious than I dont know what.    When mum was in hospital recently there was a man next to her with a bowel problem he let go with a really looong whoopie cushion type break of wind and Jemma just lost it she was giggling so hard she almost peed her pants.

Out shopping we walked past a really obese woman in a wheelchair she never said a word just looked at me with these huge big eyes and whispers and you think you have a problem mum.

She will just randomly run up hug you say I love you mum.

She will give up her Nintendo and her DVD player rather than clean her room and when she does "clean" it she throws it all under the bed and in the cupboard.

She is a sore loser, a drama queen, an artist, an annoying little sister and a protective big sister.   She is our Jemster and we wouldnt swap her for quids.....well Adam probably would but luckily he doesnt make the rules.

Ever wondered........

Have you ever wondered where flies go at night???? Probably where the mozzies go during the day.    Do they like tag team with the mozzies??
Night Fred....Night George..... hey theres a BBQ down at number 34 you should go check it out before they break out the Aeroguard.....Sorry just my random thought of the day.

Snakes Alive!!!!!

Ok so good news is that the snake that Adrian, my big strapping not afraid of anything except snakes, husband almost picked up wasnt a Tiger Snake after all.  After calling out reinforcements in the shape of The Snake Catcher aka Geoff we now know that it was in fact an Eastern Brown snake only the second most deadliest snake in Australia, which of course made hubby feel sooooooooo much better apparently the size of the one they saw yesterday would have enough venom to kill 120 elephants or something like that.....pfft is that all.  So after scratching all over the yard The Snake Catcher aka Geoff could not find hide nor scale of the charming critter so left Adrian with the advice.  "Mate if you see him again just calmly back up and walk away, if on the off chance he does have a go at you just run" Adrian: "Run? Run? I will become effing Phar Lap"   So now apparently I am now married to Phar Lap and I am in the market for a new storage yard......anyone got a snake free couple of acres????

Getting started

Well apparently my life is a source of amusement to a few people who have prompted, poked, gently nudged well just nagged me to write it all down.  
I can honestly say it is just life in general for a fat 40 year old with 4 kids I am sure anyone with a big family has their own stories to tell.  
As I write this Tahli is yelling at Jemma for making a mess in the lounge room...."Is it possible for you to NOT make a mess, why must I continuously tell you and I am sick of picking up after you..... hmmmmm that sounds vaguely familiar I swear I have heard that somewhere before....anyway Tahli has now stormed off into her pigsty umm sorry bedroom. 

Ok so besides the odd treadmill face plant, mutant vampire snail attacks life is generally boring but I will write it all down to appease my fans.    

I am here every Thursday....try the veal.