I am guilty once again of blog abandonment.....so now instead of 1 blog to abandon I have 2 now hehehe so lets see if I can keep them both going.
Life as we know it as continued to plod along slowly since my last post, work still isnt great and in abundance but we are getting by.....I have gained weight grrrrrrrrrrr I am so mad at myself I worked so hard to lose 20 kilos a few years ago and blink blink and its back and its brought a couple of mates with it.....BUT I have had 2 more children since I did do the dramatic weightloss thing annnnnnd it was 10 years ago so it was more of a nap than a blink I suppose but I am still pissed. But I am sick of looking in the mirror and seeing the fat chick looking back at me I hate the tuckshop lady arms, the bubble butt and dont get me started on the muffin top I have going on on my back (dont ask) I feel like crap and I feel old and ugly which is why I started the Yummy Mummy project to try and inspire me to start to do more for myself and about myself inside and out.
I have started a blog over there as well just to try and keep me on track and share stuff.
So wish me luck hopefully I can start to feel better about myself and drop some kgs.
Anyway enough of the Boo Hoo woa is me crap I am over it.....
Let me share with you my evening last night.........
It started with the celebration of a good days work and some money in the wallet for a change. My little brother aka Starfish who is staying with us at the moment (thats a whole other story) and his friend lets call him Sea Cucumber hehehehe who was also spending the night at our house, my hubby and myself had enjoyed a couple of quiet drinks and hubby decided to shout everyone Chinese Food for dinner.....It was hot and delicious when it arrived and a wonderful treat thank you darling.
Now I dont know whether it was the beers, the hard days work or the MSG in the Chinese but OMG hubby's snoring was almost bordering on noise pollution, I tried the pillow over my head, I tried sleeping with my head at the end of the bed......nothing could drown it out so at about 2 am I had enough I took my pillows and headed out to the lounge....just at that moment Miss 2 decided to have a bad dream or something and woke up crying...sigh I put on the TV grab bubba a bottle and put her on her fold out lounge on the floor she finally goes back to sleep at 3 am I decide instead of risking her waking up again I would just leave her on her lounge, I nestle in on the couch and finally attempt to drift off to sleep with the sounds of the hubby's MSG induced rumblings muffled at least.
Ahhhh sleep at last now I dont know whether is was the absolute sleep deprivation which messes with your head at the best of times or what but just on the cusp of sleep I hear the dog biscuit bag (a huge bag of dog biscuits that was on special it has Dr Harry on the side so it must be good and as we have our dog and Starfish's horse dog as well hubby decided it was a good investment, I on the other hand are always concerned about the fact that mice and their larger cousins (shudder) rats are very partial to dog food was concerned about storing such a large bag....Look babe it has a self sealing strip it will be fine says hubby, self sealing strip that of course broke as soon as we opened the bag) anyway I digress....the bag crinkled IT CRINKLED I TELL YOU and I distinctly heard crunching..now I am awake fully all hope of sleep abandoned I assess the situation....me on the lounge at least am safe but my poor sleeping cherub is on the floor I jump up and figure I better move the baby I would have an everlasting nightmare if I disturbed the vile creature (the rat not the baby although sometimes......) anyway I was worried that it might bolt and run on her that would totally scar me for life I swear. I pick up the baby and put her to bed totally watching the whole time in case I am ambushed by dog biscuit loving ninja rats.....I grab a weapon from the laundry....a mop....and head back into the hot zone. I sneak in and turn the lights on, I deadbolt the front door.....I have no idea why lol. I grab the mop and slam it down onto the dog biscuit bag folding over the top blocking all escape routes.......what now???? I jam the mop against the bin and the counter stools...aha got you now you dirty rat!!!!
I figure it isnt going anywhere so I turn off the lights and head back to the couch....again I hear rustling I jump up and flick the lights on.....straining my ears to hear where it is coming from....nothing. I turn them off again....rustling...on....nothing....ARRRRRRG this literal Cat and Mouse game is driving me mad I turn them off again and just listen then the dogs bowl OUTSIDE moves so at this stage I am convincing my sleep deprived brain and racing heart that it is obviously outside the house and it not an immediate threat to me or my loved ones or the bag of biscuits in the kitchen....the dog outside can fend for himself and judging by his snoring he isnt worried.
Needless to say the mop on Dr Harry stayed firmly in place.....just...in...case.
4 am by this stage I have had maybe half an hour sleep tops the baby wakes again I bring her into the lounge and lay her with me on the couch (you cant be too careful), we both doze off to sleep....4.30 am hubby opens the bedroom door and professes he doesnt have a work shirt ironed totally oblivious to the mop prison he flicks on the kettle and wanders back to the bedroom.
Eventually the question is asked......"Whats the go with the mop?' I explain my horrific story expecting some kind of pat on the back for my brave act, for removing the baby from danger with no concern for my own safety, for going into battle alone with the Ninja rat but all I got was a chuckle and a "Dont be Silly".
Starfish grabs the bag takes it outside "Look I will show you" of course there was nothing but I so wanted something big black and hairy to come flying out Matrix style and attack him.
Needless to say the biscuits will be firmly ensconsed into tupperware containers today and the dogs bowl emptied....and NO MSG for hubby.....I am too old for this.....
Saturday, November 5, 2011
Monday, April 18, 2011
Today I am grateful for.............
On the weekend I finally got to read the article about the lady that started the 365 project and I found myself relating to the whole concept of looking for things to be grateful for on a daily basis instead of bitching and moaning and seeing only the bad in everything. Whilst the idea of taking a photo of one thing every day that you are grateful for is awesome I would get myself worked up about which is the best one or forget to do it altogether, so I have decided to just try to think of at least one thing everyday and even if something totally turns to shit I am going to find a positive in it I may or may not remember to share that with the world but I will try......so here are a few things that I have been thinking about........
I am grateful for everyone and everything in my life but it is the little things I guess that you have to go looking for.
For example Bubba decided from midnight till 5 am was the best playtime ever this morning, whilst exhausted and totally frustrated by her extreme happiness and joy at being let out of her slumber cage and set free to play and explore the sleeping houseI sat on the lounge and scowled at her sending evil eye vibes "Go to sleep kid, this is a ridiculous time of the day to be playing grrrrrrrr" She went about her destruction of the foam number hopscotch that Jemma had made earlier that night totally oblivious to my mumblings, then she started trying to jump on the numbers like she had seen her older sister doing and it was so darn cute I found my annoyance whilst still there was fading just a little and I thought OK lets just ride this out it is what it is she isnt screaming or riding the tanty train she just couldnt sleep and so when she doesnt sleep neither do I joys of Motherhood deal with it.
So I am grateful I got to spend one on one quality time with my baby daughter for 5 hours in the middle of the night I would of been more grateful for a different time frame but grateful all the same.
I am grateful for my children they are crazy and funny, frustrating and annoying, happy and healthy.
My husband, he is bossy and stubborn, larger than life, generous, honest, loving and all mine.
I am grateful that although I lost weeks of work research off my computer I didnt lose all of it.
I am grateful that I found a job that I can work from home with a great boss and a team of other mums that are funny and lovely that I just gel with, I havent made a million dollars (yet) but I am finding out about stuff I never knew existed and it works for me. www.whatson4littleones.com.au (shameless plug).
I am grateful for my brothers and sisters some of which I dont connect with anymore but I know they are there and I am grateful for the memories of the goodtimes. ( Although my brother only checks his facebook to see what misfortune has become me, I am grateful that he cares enough to check and laugh at my expense love your work Marky.)
I am grateful for Magic Erasers.
I am grateful for my mum.
I am grateful for the mother she is to me and the grandmother she is to my children, I am grateful for the memories she makes for them.
I am grateful for my Aunties the are so warm and funny and they loves me.
I am grateful for my friends
I am grateful for.......Google, Facebook and the cyberworld in general without which I wouldnt have met some amazing people or found some amazing things.
I am grateful for.....coffee.
But today I am just grateful to be healthy (a little toooo healthy) and surrounded by people that I love and who love me.
Stay tuned I am sure there will be something that would normally make my eye twitch and make me want to stick someone with a fork but I promise I will see the positive in it and find something to be grateful for.........
I am grateful for everyone and everything in my life but it is the little things I guess that you have to go looking for.
For example Bubba decided from midnight till 5 am was the best playtime ever this morning, whilst exhausted and totally frustrated by her extreme happiness and joy at being let out of her slumber cage and set free to play and explore the sleeping houseI sat on the lounge and scowled at her sending evil eye vibes "Go to sleep kid, this is a ridiculous time of the day to be playing grrrrrrrr" She went about her destruction of the foam number hopscotch that Jemma had made earlier that night totally oblivious to my mumblings, then she started trying to jump on the numbers like she had seen her older sister doing and it was so darn cute I found my annoyance whilst still there was fading just a little and I thought OK lets just ride this out it is what it is she isnt screaming or riding the tanty train she just couldnt sleep and so when she doesnt sleep neither do I joys of Motherhood deal with it.
So I am grateful I got to spend one on one quality time with my baby daughter for 5 hours in the middle of the night I would of been more grateful for a different time frame but grateful all the same.
I am grateful for my children they are crazy and funny, frustrating and annoying, happy and healthy.
My husband, he is bossy and stubborn, larger than life, generous, honest, loving and all mine.
I am grateful that although I lost weeks of work research off my computer I didnt lose all of it.
I am grateful that I found a job that I can work from home with a great boss and a team of other mums that are funny and lovely that I just gel with, I havent made a million dollars (yet) but I am finding out about stuff I never knew existed and it works for me. www.whatson4littleones.com.au (shameless plug).
I am grateful for my brothers and sisters some of which I dont connect with anymore but I know they are there and I am grateful for the memories of the goodtimes. ( Although my brother only checks his facebook to see what misfortune has become me, I am grateful that he cares enough to check and laugh at my expense love your work Marky.)
I am grateful for Magic Erasers.
I am grateful for my mum.
I am grateful for the mother she is to me and the grandmother she is to my children, I am grateful for the memories she makes for them.
I am grateful for my Aunties the are so warm and funny and they loves me.
I am grateful for my friends
I am grateful for.......Google, Facebook and the cyberworld in general without which I wouldnt have met some amazing people or found some amazing things.
I am grateful for.....coffee.
But today I am just grateful to be healthy (a little toooo healthy) and surrounded by people that I love and who love me.
Stay tuned I am sure there will be something that would normally make my eye twitch and make me want to stick someone with a fork but I promise I will see the positive in it and find something to be grateful for.........
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Morning Madness
3.00 am Dog starts throwing metal dog bowl around on concrete
3.05 am Get up and abuse dog and take metal bowl away
3.07 am Go back to bed
3.10 am Dog starts barking at some imaginary predator
3.15 am Baby wakes up crying
3.17 am Get up and abuse dog
3.18 am Sneak down hallway to make sure baby is asleep again.
3.25 am Go back to bed, kick little toe on @##$ blanket box AGAIN.
3.26 am Limp into bed clutching poor little pinkie toe
4.30 am Get smacked in face by husbands sudden outstreached hand
4.31 am Abuse husband and roll over
5.30 am Husband gets up complains of having no ironed shirts and gets into shower
5.35 am Ignore husband and roll over
6.00 am Baby starts yahooing and playing with Baby Tad....."If your happy and you know
clap your hands" (Note to self: Take cheery stoopid song singing toys out of cot)
6.10 am Start thinking about stupid blog
6.11 am Curse Jaala and her stupid blog obsession
6.12 am Get up head to bathroom for shower before facing the masses.
6.13 am Unmentionable......
6.14 am Get undressed close eyes and step on scales.......woo hoo lost 2kgs do a little naked
happy dance (not a good look...sorry for the horrible image now burned into your
soul). Its gonna be a good day.
6.16 am Jump in the shower wash hair run nit comb through.......just in case....no nits
and again with the naked happy dance ( image is already there so live with it)
6.30 am Husband comes in hurrying me up baby is up he has to go leaves bedroom door
open....Hello world.....now everyone has the naked image burned into their souls.
6.31 am Abuse husband for leaving door open.
6.45am Wake Adam up
6.46 am Wake Jemma up
6.50 am Change baby....curse husbands anti nappy changing crusade.
6.55 am Wake Jemma up
7.00 am Send baby in to wake Jemma up
7.05 am Go get baby and console Jemma after baby has smacked Jemma in the face with a
shoe
7.10 am Make baby breakfast
7.15 am Yell at Jemma to get up
7.20 am Yell at Jemma to get up and throw uniform at Jemma
7.25 am Adam yells at me to get Jemma up
7.26 am Adam yells at Jemma to get up
7.32 am Yell at Jemma to get up
7.40 am Jemma finally gets up
Get Laicee out of bathroom and close door
7.41 am Ask Jemma what she wants for breakfast
Get Laicee out of Adams room and close door
7.42 am Ask Jemma what she wants for breakfast
Get Laicee out of toilet Get shoe out of toilet and close door
7.43 am Ask Jemma what she wants for breakfast
Get Laicee out of cupboard under sink
Take cleaning product off Laicee (Keep polishing that award KT)
7.44 am Just make Jemma Cheese Toast for breakfast
7.46 am Make more cheese toast after Laicee stole Jemmas cheese toast
7.50 am Yell at Jemma to eat breakfast
7.55 am Organise lunches
8.01 am Yell at Jemma to eat breakfast
8.02 am Adam yells at Jemma to eat breakfast
8.05 am Remove Laicees cheese toast from my handbag, the Wii and the screen door.
8.10 am Adam asks "Can we go"
8.11 am Adam yells at Jemma to hurry up
8.12 am Yell at Jemma to brush her teeth
8.13 am Yell at Jemma to brush her teeth and put her shoes on.
Get Laicee out of Adams room and close the door AGAIN....make a mental note to
vaccuum up fishfood that Laicee has spilt all over Adams floor.
8.14 am Get Laicee out of toilet AGAIN
Get teatowel out of toilet
8.15 am Tell Jemma we are leaving, grab keys and handbag, get Laicee out of Jemmas
room......make mental note to clean up Honey Wheats that Laicee has spilt on
Jemmas floor.
8.16 am Yell at Jemma that we are leaving NOW
8.17 am Put shoes on, take shoe off, remove cheese toast from shoe, put shoe back on.
Go out to car, walk through dinosaur size spider web, do spider dance while looking
for dinosaur spider, assure baby that mummy's screaming and flailing around is ok.
Put baby in car, yell at Jemma that we are leaving.
Jemma comes out closes door
Ask Jemma where school bag is
Jemma shrugs and gets into car......Are you getting that Jemma is having one of
"Those" mornings
Turn car off get keys open door get Jemmas school bag, close door go back to car
8.20 am Finally leave the house..................
Drop Adam at school
Driving Jemma to school, shocked that she knows all the words to "She sounds like
sex on the radio" (Why do they insist on playing those songs right at school run
time) Turn radio down, get abused by Jemma as that is her "Favourite Song"
Jemma huffs and turns to stare angrily out the window, Jemma screams as
Laicee grabs a handful of ponytail and refuses to let go. Laicee screams as Jemma
claims back her ponytail amongst screaming at Laicee for pulling it.
Drop Jemma at school big kiss "Bye darling have a great day I love you"
Jemma grunts at me
Laicee gives Jemma kiss and waves happily.
Jemma gets out of car, Laicee screams when she realises Jemma is actually gone
8.45 am Arrive home access the damage from Cyclone Laicee Lou
Fish food in Adams room, Honey Wheats in Jemmas room, sultana trail from
kitchen to lounge room, several pairs of Jemmas knickers on the floor (damn her
knicker obsession).
Assess damage to the rest of the house...I swear I cleaned it yesterday
Kitchen is a bomb, breakfast dishes, toast crumbs, general crap everywhere.
Every teatowel pulled out of the draw....thanks Laicee
All the cushions of the lounges are on the floor (Why that happens constantly I
dont know), Laicees bottle upside down on the lounge mmmmm milk soaked lounge
cushions, toilet water soaked shoe in hallway (I was sure I put that in Laundry),
toilet water soaked teatowel in laundry. Every bed unmade, wet towels on the floor
in the bathroom and the bedrooms, dirty clothes dropped anywhere and
everywhere, dirty washing to be washed, clean washing to be folded, various food
stuffs on the floor and everywhere else........sigh
9.00 am Decide I need have a coffee first before I get started on Operation Clean House....
9.01 am In Laws arrive unannounced.................................................
3.05 am Get up and abuse dog and take metal bowl away
3.07 am Go back to bed
3.10 am Dog starts barking at some imaginary predator
3.15 am Baby wakes up crying
3.17 am Get up and abuse dog
3.18 am Sneak down hallway to make sure baby is asleep again.
3.25 am Go back to bed, kick little toe on @##$ blanket box AGAIN.
3.26 am Limp into bed clutching poor little pinkie toe
4.30 am Get smacked in face by husbands sudden outstreached hand
4.31 am Abuse husband and roll over
5.30 am Husband gets up complains of having no ironed shirts and gets into shower
5.35 am Ignore husband and roll over
6.00 am Baby starts yahooing and playing with Baby Tad....."If your happy and you know
clap your hands" (Note to self: Take cheery stoopid song singing toys out of cot)
6.10 am Start thinking about stupid blog
6.11 am Curse Jaala and her stupid blog obsession
6.12 am Get up head to bathroom for shower before facing the masses.
6.13 am Unmentionable......
6.14 am Get undressed close eyes and step on scales.......woo hoo lost 2kgs do a little naked
happy dance (not a good look...sorry for the horrible image now burned into your
soul). Its gonna be a good day.
6.16 am Jump in the shower wash hair run nit comb through.......just in case....no nits
and again with the naked happy dance ( image is already there so live with it)
6.30 am Husband comes in hurrying me up baby is up he has to go leaves bedroom door
open....Hello world.....now everyone has the naked image burned into their souls.
6.31 am Abuse husband for leaving door open.
6.45am Wake Adam up
6.46 am Wake Jemma up
6.50 am Change baby....curse husbands anti nappy changing crusade.
6.55 am Wake Jemma up
7.00 am Send baby in to wake Jemma up
7.05 am Go get baby and console Jemma after baby has smacked Jemma in the face with a
shoe
7.10 am Make baby breakfast
7.15 am Yell at Jemma to get up
7.20 am Yell at Jemma to get up and throw uniform at Jemma
7.25 am Adam yells at me to get Jemma up
7.26 am Adam yells at Jemma to get up
7.32 am Yell at Jemma to get up
7.40 am Jemma finally gets up
Get Laicee out of bathroom and close door
7.41 am Ask Jemma what she wants for breakfast
Get Laicee out of Adams room and close door
7.42 am Ask Jemma what she wants for breakfast
Get Laicee out of toilet Get shoe out of toilet and close door
7.43 am Ask Jemma what she wants for breakfast
Get Laicee out of cupboard under sink
Take cleaning product off Laicee (Keep polishing that award KT)
7.44 am Just make Jemma Cheese Toast for breakfast
7.46 am Make more cheese toast after Laicee stole Jemmas cheese toast
7.50 am Yell at Jemma to eat breakfast
7.55 am Organise lunches
8.01 am Yell at Jemma to eat breakfast
8.02 am Adam yells at Jemma to eat breakfast
8.05 am Remove Laicees cheese toast from my handbag, the Wii and the screen door.
8.10 am Adam asks "Can we go"
8.11 am Adam yells at Jemma to hurry up
8.12 am Yell at Jemma to brush her teeth
8.13 am Yell at Jemma to brush her teeth and put her shoes on.
Get Laicee out of Adams room and close the door AGAIN....make a mental note to
vaccuum up fishfood that Laicee has spilt all over Adams floor.
8.14 am Get Laicee out of toilet AGAIN
Get teatowel out of toilet
8.15 am Tell Jemma we are leaving, grab keys and handbag, get Laicee out of Jemmas
room......make mental note to clean up Honey Wheats that Laicee has spilt on
Jemmas floor.
8.16 am Yell at Jemma that we are leaving NOW
8.17 am Put shoes on, take shoe off, remove cheese toast from shoe, put shoe back on.
Go out to car, walk through dinosaur size spider web, do spider dance while looking
for dinosaur spider, assure baby that mummy's screaming and flailing around is ok.
Put baby in car, yell at Jemma that we are leaving.
Jemma comes out closes door
Ask Jemma where school bag is
Jemma shrugs and gets into car......Are you getting that Jemma is having one of
"Those" mornings
Turn car off get keys open door get Jemmas school bag, close door go back to car
8.20 am Finally leave the house..................
Drop Adam at school
Driving Jemma to school, shocked that she knows all the words to "She sounds like
sex on the radio" (Why do they insist on playing those songs right at school run
time) Turn radio down, get abused by Jemma as that is her "Favourite Song"
Jemma huffs and turns to stare angrily out the window, Jemma screams as
Laicee grabs a handful of ponytail and refuses to let go. Laicee screams as Jemma
claims back her ponytail amongst screaming at Laicee for pulling it.
Drop Jemma at school big kiss "Bye darling have a great day I love you"
Jemma grunts at me
Laicee gives Jemma kiss and waves happily.
Jemma gets out of car, Laicee screams when she realises Jemma is actually gone
8.45 am Arrive home access the damage from Cyclone Laicee Lou
Fish food in Adams room, Honey Wheats in Jemmas room, sultana trail from
kitchen to lounge room, several pairs of Jemmas knickers on the floor (damn her
knicker obsession).
Assess damage to the rest of the house...I swear I cleaned it yesterday
Kitchen is a bomb, breakfast dishes, toast crumbs, general crap everywhere.
Every teatowel pulled out of the draw....thanks Laicee
All the cushions of the lounges are on the floor (Why that happens constantly I
dont know), Laicees bottle upside down on the lounge mmmmm milk soaked lounge
cushions, toilet water soaked shoe in hallway (I was sure I put that in Laundry),
toilet water soaked teatowel in laundry. Every bed unmade, wet towels on the floor
in the bathroom and the bedrooms, dirty clothes dropped anywhere and
everywhere, dirty washing to be washed, clean washing to be folded, various food
stuffs on the floor and everywhere else........sigh
9.00 am Decide I need have a coffee first before I get started on Operation Clean House....
9.01 am In Laws arrive unannounced.................................................
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Why??
Why???
Why is the sky blue?
Why is the grass green??
Why do bad things happen to good people??
Why do good things happen to bad people??
Why couldnt Jack stay??
Why do people get cancer???
Why does everything that makes me fat taste so damn good??
Why are there always so many black jelly beans in my packet??? (I hate black jelly beans)
Why are some people born beautiful and others have been beaten mercilessly with the ugly stick??
Why do my children fight so much??
Why cant my children just do their jobs without a bitch fight??
Why cant Jemma get ready for school without a bitch fight??
Why cant Jemma take a bath without a bitch fight??
Why cant Jemma go to bed without a bitch fight??
Why does my dog insist on knocking over all the outdoor chairs and then sitting his hairy ass on them??
Why does every bird and bat in the neighbourhood poo on my car??
Why does the insect world have a hit out on me?? (It was a gecko last night and a pray mantas the night before)
Why cant I cook rice??
Why cant I lick my elbow??
Why do some people just whinge about everything??
Why do some friends feel the need to defriend you over something stupid??
Why do my bills always add up to more than my bank account??
Why does Jaala like my blog so much??
Why cant everyone see that Hannah Montana is just Miley Cyrus in a wig??
Why does mashed potato taste so good but is such a pain to make??
Why do all the people I want to be around live so far away??
Why do I spend all night wishing I could go to bed then stay up late??
Why does joining a gym always seem like a good idea at the time??
Why does a fly land in your last glass of Chardy??
Why does my ironing pile go away only to come back after the washing pile goes away??
Why is there a million channels on Foxtel and nothing to watch??
Why do I give Laicee chocolate toast when I am wearing white pants??
Why did Tahli get glandular fever just when she was really enjoying school??
Why does Laicee call Grandma "Bum"?? (Well I actually know the answer to that one)
Why am I writing this blog??
Why cant I stay in bed all day and read a book??
Why cant weightloss be easier??
Why do I have to say things a hundred times before anyone listens??
Why cant I be rich and powerful??
Why does Laicee insist on knocking down all the piles of folded washing??
Why does Laicee insist on wearing everyones knickers on her head??? (Dirty or clean eww)
Why?? Why?? Why??
If you know the answers to any or all of these questions be sure to let me know ok?
Why is the sky blue?
Why is the grass green??
Why do bad things happen to good people??
Why do good things happen to bad people??
Why couldnt Jack stay??
Why do people get cancer???
Why does everything that makes me fat taste so damn good??
Why are there always so many black jelly beans in my packet??? (I hate black jelly beans)
Why are some people born beautiful and others have been beaten mercilessly with the ugly stick??
Why do my children fight so much??
Why cant my children just do their jobs without a bitch fight??
Why cant Jemma get ready for school without a bitch fight??
Why cant Jemma take a bath without a bitch fight??
Why cant Jemma go to bed without a bitch fight??
Why does my dog insist on knocking over all the outdoor chairs and then sitting his hairy ass on them??
Why does every bird and bat in the neighbourhood poo on my car??
Why does the insect world have a hit out on me?? (It was a gecko last night and a pray mantas the night before)
Why cant I cook rice??
Why cant I lick my elbow??
Why do some people just whinge about everything??
Why do some friends feel the need to defriend you over something stupid??
Why do my bills always add up to more than my bank account??
Why does Jaala like my blog so much??
Why cant everyone see that Hannah Montana is just Miley Cyrus in a wig??
Why does mashed potato taste so good but is such a pain to make??
Why do all the people I want to be around live so far away??
Why do I spend all night wishing I could go to bed then stay up late??
Why does joining a gym always seem like a good idea at the time??
Why does a fly land in your last glass of Chardy??
Why does my ironing pile go away only to come back after the washing pile goes away??
Why is there a million channels on Foxtel and nothing to watch??
Why do I give Laicee chocolate toast when I am wearing white pants??
Why did Tahli get glandular fever just when she was really enjoying school??
Why does Laicee call Grandma "Bum"?? (Well I actually know the answer to that one)
Why am I writing this blog??
Why cant I stay in bed all day and read a book??
Why cant weightloss be easier??
Why do I have to say things a hundred times before anyone listens??
Why cant I be rich and powerful??
Why does Laicee insist on knocking down all the piles of folded washing??
Why does Laicee insist on wearing everyones knickers on her head??? (Dirty or clean eww)
Why?? Why?? Why??
If you know the answers to any or all of these questions be sure to let me know ok?
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Just randomness for Jaala
Have you ever wondered where flies go at night??? Is it the same place mozzies go during the day??? Do they have like a time clock where they clock in and out????
This is just one of the many many random thoughts that plague me........I mean who cares seriously. I think it is a genetic thing my family is completely random I think sometimes our friends just keep us around for the entertainment value......it certainly isnt for our money lol
Has anyone really looked at a Plover lately?? You know those really nasty birds that will chase you if you get too close to them, we have a pair that hang out in our backyard just staring at us watching waiting for I am not sure what, they give my husband the absolute creeps personally I think they look like Ringo Starr I can actually imagine them talking with a British accent telling us to "Sod Off".
I love it when you are walking along and you trip up on your own feet (Another family trait....clumsiness) but you look down and kick the ground at some imaginary stick or rock to get it out the way so some other poor soul doesnt trip on it.
I love it when you go to get the baby up from her nap and get hit in the face by a shit bat as soon as you open the door wow how can something so small smell soooooo bad. For those of you that dont know a "Shit Bat" is that smell that smacks you in the face when you walk in to the toilet after someone has "been" eeeewwwwwwwwww.
Did you know that sultanas "come out" the other end looking like grapes so that is proof I guess that they once were actual grapes.
I have been wondering why I have been having so much bad luck lately, well there was that mirror carrying chinaman with the black cat in his bag that I hit the other day.....jokes jokes no cats were harmed. But seriously I am pretty sure I have been a good person so Kharma shouldnt have a beef with me but then I remembered when Tahli was about 9 months old she pulled a full length mirror down on herself completely shattering it so maybe it is a mix of the fact that it was a full length mirror so you get 10 years bad luck instead of the standard 7, the fact that I wasnt paying attention (see I have been after that Mother of the Year Award for years) maybe I get an extra 5 years for bad mothering or something....whatever it is I figure that I should be up for some good luck pretty soon huh.
My luck seems to go something like this;
My car will run out of petrol the day before payday.
My daughter will tell me she has a costume parade the next day at school when she is going to bed that night.
My toddler loves Teletubbies.......groan.
My toddler has decided that she can feed herself ......at the same time she has decided she hates the highchair.......double groan.
The missing red sock turns up in the white load of washing.
The mother in law...code name: Viper....always turns up on a no housework being done day.
I will run into someone I know on a quick bread and milk dash to the shop on a bad hair no make up day..
The hairdresser will find head lice in my hair on the busiest day of the year at the salon.
I get my dream job then find out I am pregnant.
I seriously could go on and on and on......but I am also very lucky as well I have 4 healthy happy kids that I have managed not to seriously harm well not physically anyway well ok sometimes physically but not intentionally and nothing long term.....I am sure the therapists of the future will know all about me.....It will go something like...."well it all started when my mother........dropped me down the stairs, lost me in the shopping centre, smacked my face into the coffee table while giving me a horsey ride, accidently stood me in a bullants nest then dipped me in a freezing esky after said bullants bit me 200 times, got the time wrong and forgot to pick me up after school camp, sat me on the waters edge as a freak mini tsunami came in......the therapist will smile sympathically while secretly thinking "Cha-ching this ones gonna need months maybe even years of work"
This is just one of the many many random thoughts that plague me........I mean who cares seriously. I think it is a genetic thing my family is completely random I think sometimes our friends just keep us around for the entertainment value......it certainly isnt for our money lol
Has anyone really looked at a Plover lately?? You know those really nasty birds that will chase you if you get too close to them, we have a pair that hang out in our backyard just staring at us watching waiting for I am not sure what, they give my husband the absolute creeps personally I think they look like Ringo Starr I can actually imagine them talking with a British accent telling us to "Sod Off".
I love it when you are walking along and you trip up on your own feet (Another family trait....clumsiness) but you look down and kick the ground at some imaginary stick or rock to get it out the way so some other poor soul doesnt trip on it.
I love it when you go to get the baby up from her nap and get hit in the face by a shit bat as soon as you open the door wow how can something so small smell soooooo bad. For those of you that dont know a "Shit Bat" is that smell that smacks you in the face when you walk in to the toilet after someone has "been" eeeewwwwwwwwww.
Did you know that sultanas "come out" the other end looking like grapes so that is proof I guess that they once were actual grapes.
I have been wondering why I have been having so much bad luck lately, well there was that mirror carrying chinaman with the black cat in his bag that I hit the other day.....jokes jokes no cats were harmed. But seriously I am pretty sure I have been a good person so Kharma shouldnt have a beef with me but then I remembered when Tahli was about 9 months old she pulled a full length mirror down on herself completely shattering it so maybe it is a mix of the fact that it was a full length mirror so you get 10 years bad luck instead of the standard 7, the fact that I wasnt paying attention (see I have been after that Mother of the Year Award for years) maybe I get an extra 5 years for bad mothering or something....whatever it is I figure that I should be up for some good luck pretty soon huh.
My luck seems to go something like this;
My car will run out of petrol the day before payday.
My daughter will tell me she has a costume parade the next day at school when she is going to bed that night.
My toddler loves Teletubbies.......groan.
My toddler has decided that she can feed herself ......at the same time she has decided she hates the highchair.......double groan.
The missing red sock turns up in the white load of washing.
The mother in law...code name: Viper....always turns up on a no housework being done day.
I will run into someone I know on a quick bread and milk dash to the shop on a bad hair no make up day..
The hairdresser will find head lice in my hair on the busiest day of the year at the salon.
I get my dream job then find out I am pregnant.
I seriously could go on and on and on......but I am also very lucky as well I have 4 healthy happy kids that I have managed not to seriously harm well not physically anyway well ok sometimes physically but not intentionally and nothing long term.....I am sure the therapists of the future will know all about me.....It will go something like...."well it all started when my mother........dropped me down the stairs, lost me in the shopping centre, smacked my face into the coffee table while giving me a horsey ride, accidently stood me in a bullants nest then dipped me in a freezing esky after said bullants bit me 200 times, got the time wrong and forgot to pick me up after school camp, sat me on the waters edge as a freak mini tsunami came in......the therapist will smile sympathically while secretly thinking "Cha-ching this ones gonna need months maybe even years of work"
Sunday, March 6, 2011
A few of my favorite things
Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens??
Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens???
Brown paper packages tied up with string????
Those are her favorite things???......wow she really needs to get out more!!
These are a few of my favourite things;
No fighting, No yelling, No God how I hate you
My siblings I love you now how can I help you
My children not screaming and throwing hard things
These are a few of my favorite things......
No Headlice No Vomit No Raging high fevers
My children all sleeping, No listening to Beiber
Dishes all done and the kitchen all clean
These are a few of my favorite things.....
A cold glass of Chardy or even a coffee
A nice box of chockies I dont mind the toffees
A soak in the bath tub without the dirt rings
These are a few of my favourite things....
A trip to the toilet without the small toddler
A shower alone would seem somewhat odd now
Home from the shop without "what did you bring"
These are a few of my favourite things......
No feltpen on carpet, No chocolate on carseat
No washing in laundry now that one you cant beat
No crashes or scratches and maybe no head dings
These are a few of my favorite things.
When the dog barks (and wakes up the baby)
When the bee stings (and causes a foot swell)
When I am feeling tired sad and just not that well
I simply remember my favourite things and then I dont feel so bad
Big sloppy kisses and heads on my shoulder
Big hugs and little hugs both younger and older
I love you the best mum that makes my heart sing
These are my very most favorite things....
Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens???
Brown paper packages tied up with string????
Those are her favorite things???......wow she really needs to get out more!!
These are a few of my favourite things;
No fighting, No yelling, No God how I hate you
My siblings I love you now how can I help you
My children not screaming and throwing hard things
These are a few of my favorite things......
No Headlice No Vomit No Raging high fevers
My children all sleeping, No listening to Beiber
Dishes all done and the kitchen all clean
These are a few of my favorite things.....
A cold glass of Chardy or even a coffee
A nice box of chockies I dont mind the toffees
A soak in the bath tub without the dirt rings
These are a few of my favourite things....
A trip to the toilet without the small toddler
A shower alone would seem somewhat odd now
Home from the shop without "what did you bring"
These are a few of my favourite things......
No feltpen on carpet, No chocolate on carseat
No washing in laundry now that one you cant beat
No crashes or scratches and maybe no head dings
These are a few of my favorite things.
When the dog barks (and wakes up the baby)
When the bee stings (and causes a foot swell)
When I am feeling tired sad and just not that well
I simply remember my favourite things and then I dont feel so bad
Big sloppy kisses and heads on my shoulder
Big hugs and little hugs both younger and older
I love you the best mum that makes my heart sing
These are my very most favorite things....
ebay and headlice.
Have you ever sold anything on ebay???? It is a wonderful source for getting rid of all the crap sort of like a online garage sale really. BUT I think it is also a hang out for all the weirdos we have recently had a clean out and sold some stuff on there which is really handy but people just ask the stupidest questions. No I dont want to swap it for a boat, a goat or your mother in law. Yes it will play on your PSP it is a PSP game, No the shoes are a size 7 I dont have them in a size 8 or 10 what am I a shoe shop arrrrrg but it all ended well now to just wait for the payments and head to the post office.....mmmm maybe I could of used a goat after all.
They say that all of Gods creatures are here for a reason and each and every one has a purpose........Well I personally disagree, I want to know just what the purpose or the reason for my number one enemy........HEADLICE. We have recently had an extremely hardy family of the little critters. They hitch a ride home from school with Jemma and poor Jemma but everyone is always a little suss about what might be lurking in her hair and we all tend to hug her with our heads away from hers BUT the cunning little beggars are on to this and have jumped onto Little Miss Winkie Face Laicee and she is off the scale in the cutesy factor and gets more cuddles than anyone else in the house plus the standard treatment doesnt apply to her NO headlice treatment for the baby so they have a chance to take over the house and they have. I have deliced Laicee at least 3 times but I am still finding the little @#$% I have combed and combed and combed she is becoming a little pissed by this which is making the process even harder. Every member even Daddy has been affected much to his absolute shock and horror when I told him just to be on the safe side he should run the comb through his hair and he found a crawly I swear it was like he found dog poo in there, for all his mocking and laughing at everyone else in their lovely green plastic hats sitting with stinking nit treatments in our hair......kharma is such a bitch huh hehehehe. Knock on wood I think this round has been won though no little creatures have been detected for a few days. I do feel a little obsessive about it though the kid can not come near me without me checking and picking bits out of her like some monkey at the zoo lol. I cant let my guard down though they are sneaky like ninja and are just waiting for an opportunity to strike again....I bet you are scratching right now you are arent you.
They say that all of Gods creatures are here for a reason and each and every one has a purpose........Well I personally disagree, I want to know just what the purpose or the reason for my number one enemy........HEADLICE. We have recently had an extremely hardy family of the little critters. They hitch a ride home from school with Jemma and poor Jemma but everyone is always a little suss about what might be lurking in her hair and we all tend to hug her with our heads away from hers BUT the cunning little beggars are on to this and have jumped onto Little Miss Winkie Face Laicee and she is off the scale in the cutesy factor and gets more cuddles than anyone else in the house plus the standard treatment doesnt apply to her NO headlice treatment for the baby so they have a chance to take over the house and they have. I have deliced Laicee at least 3 times but I am still finding the little @#$% I have combed and combed and combed she is becoming a little pissed by this which is making the process even harder. Every member even Daddy has been affected much to his absolute shock and horror when I told him just to be on the safe side he should run the comb through his hair and he found a crawly I swear it was like he found dog poo in there, for all his mocking and laughing at everyone else in their lovely green plastic hats sitting with stinking nit treatments in our hair......kharma is such a bitch huh hehehehe. Knock on wood I think this round has been won though no little creatures have been detected for a few days. I do feel a little obsessive about it though the kid can not come near me without me checking and picking bits out of her like some monkey at the zoo lol. I cant let my guard down though they are sneaky like ninja and are just waiting for an opportunity to strike again....I bet you are scratching right now you are arent you.
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Susie Homemaker
Now I have never claimed to be Susie Homemaker in fact I professed vehemently to my husband to be that I was not that kind of girl...the cleaning kind not the other"that kind" hehehhe
God help me I can cook most things I have managed not to poison anyone in my 20 odd years of cooking but no matter how hard I try I can not master cooking rice.
I have tried the Gentle Boil method, I have tried the Absorbsion Method I even went out and bought a damn rice cooker I even stuff that up. I just cannot cook rice I admit it.
I decided today that I was going to master this so I very carefully followed every direction on the packaging, I even did a job interview over the phone whilst maintaining vigilance over the gently boiling rice...all was looking great....baby woke up I set the timer and thought ok I can go get baby and be back in time to make sure rice is ok.........Baby had massive stinky bum which required a major clean up crew especially since lately as soon as nappy is taken off said baby she decides to scratch her bum any other day I would say "Go for it honey scratch away" but today's nappy had me screaming Nooooooooooooo when both hands reached for poo laden butt cheeks. My attention understandably was not on my gently boiling rice, soooooo once hands and butt cheeks had been cleaned of poo I turned my attention back to the gently boiling starchy goodness only to find alas a gluggy overcooked mess.
Its still good I tell myself its still good as I lay out a teatowel on the bench in a weak effort to save some kind of ricey goodness and proceed to spread said glug on to dry out........EPIC FAIL....... I still spoon glug into wok to make fried Glug I mean Fried Rice for my family.......sigh. Ok so I cant put a rice soaked teatowel in the washing machine so I take it outside to remove some of the rice......I give it a little shake and the rice falls gently on the grass...I get impatient and give the teatowel a big flick......again EPIC FAIL I look like I have really bad dandruff or it is snowing gluggy rice, it is in my hair, down my shirt, on the dog......I seriously give up at this stage.....Whats that pizza joints number??????
Now my darling husband is in between projects at the moment, he is in the construction industry which has taken a few knocks in the last couple of years, and with the floods it has put him back a few months, he has a project due to start very soon but for now he is at home "helping" me. Now dont get me wrong it has been great spending the time with him blah blah blah, but the problem is he is showing me up in the housework department. Now I dont know whether it is because he is "fresh meat" and doesnt do it day, after day, after day, after day, after day and well you get the picture. He can have the entire house clean and tidy, beds made, kitchen sparkling and all done in an hour......See Babe it only takes an hour a day to keep the place nice and clean......WTF??? Hang on he doesnt have a toddler hanging off his leg....he doesnt have to check Facebook......he doesnt have to put washing on......he doesnt have to check Facebook......he doesnt have to fold washing.....he doesnt have to check emails.....he doesnt have to iron the uniforms.......he doesnt have to check Facebook......Damn Facebook!!!! So today he is preparing for the new job starting next week there is sawing and the sound of the nail gun etc etc outside in the sweltering heat, he comes in I am checking Facebook........his eyes scan the room...what you up to babe???...nothin just checkin emails before I get started......hmmmmm he says....Damn Damn Damn put baby to bed and set off to my jobs.....30 minutes later all is done.....Hate it when he is right no excuse for a messy house now I guess.........Now whats happening on Facebook????
PS: I think I got the job!!
God help me I can cook most things I have managed not to poison anyone in my 20 odd years of cooking but no matter how hard I try I can not master cooking rice.
I have tried the Gentle Boil method, I have tried the Absorbsion Method I even went out and bought a damn rice cooker I even stuff that up. I just cannot cook rice I admit it.
I decided today that I was going to master this so I very carefully followed every direction on the packaging, I even did a job interview over the phone whilst maintaining vigilance over the gently boiling rice...all was looking great....baby woke up I set the timer and thought ok I can go get baby and be back in time to make sure rice is ok.........Baby had massive stinky bum which required a major clean up crew especially since lately as soon as nappy is taken off said baby she decides to scratch her bum any other day I would say "Go for it honey scratch away" but today's nappy had me screaming Nooooooooooooo when both hands reached for poo laden butt cheeks. My attention understandably was not on my gently boiling rice, soooooo once hands and butt cheeks had been cleaned of poo I turned my attention back to the gently boiling starchy goodness only to find alas a gluggy overcooked mess.
Its still good I tell myself its still good as I lay out a teatowel on the bench in a weak effort to save some kind of ricey goodness and proceed to spread said glug on to dry out........EPIC FAIL....... I still spoon glug into wok to make fried Glug I mean Fried Rice for my family.......sigh. Ok so I cant put a rice soaked teatowel in the washing machine so I take it outside to remove some of the rice......I give it a little shake and the rice falls gently on the grass...I get impatient and give the teatowel a big flick......again EPIC FAIL I look like I have really bad dandruff or it is snowing gluggy rice, it is in my hair, down my shirt, on the dog......I seriously give up at this stage.....Whats that pizza joints number??????
Now my darling husband is in between projects at the moment, he is in the construction industry which has taken a few knocks in the last couple of years, and with the floods it has put him back a few months, he has a project due to start very soon but for now he is at home "helping" me. Now dont get me wrong it has been great spending the time with him blah blah blah, but the problem is he is showing me up in the housework department. Now I dont know whether it is because he is "fresh meat" and doesnt do it day, after day, after day, after day, after day and well you get the picture. He can have the entire house clean and tidy, beds made, kitchen sparkling and all done in an hour......See Babe it only takes an hour a day to keep the place nice and clean......WTF??? Hang on he doesnt have a toddler hanging off his leg....he doesnt have to check Facebook......he doesnt have to put washing on......he doesnt have to check Facebook......he doesnt have to fold washing.....he doesnt have to check emails.....he doesnt have to iron the uniforms.......he doesnt have to check Facebook......Damn Facebook!!!! So today he is preparing for the new job starting next week there is sawing and the sound of the nail gun etc etc outside in the sweltering heat, he comes in I am checking Facebook........his eyes scan the room...what you up to babe???...nothin just checkin emails before I get started......hmmmmm he says....Damn Damn Damn put baby to bed and set off to my jobs.....30 minutes later all is done.....Hate it when he is right no excuse for a messy house now I guess.........Now whats happening on Facebook????
PS: I think I got the job!!
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Blog Abandonment
It seems I am guilty of Blog Abandonment I have abandoned my blog for well life I guess. But I am back and as an apology to some of my followers (Jaala) I will endeavour to blog something every day for the month of March...cant say it will be anything interesting, educational or even legible but I will write some crap none the less and then you can all blame Jaala for it.
I have had a very intense last few weeks with some ups and a lot of lows but I have come to realise a lot of things about myself, my friends and my life.
I have realised that;
I have or should I say had friends that were more consumed by the dollar and jealousy than by being my friend. The old I dont want to do it for you but I dont want anyone else to either.
In times of trouble you have friends that are there for you....... you realise to what depth they are there and just what depth you are there for them.
I have my gorgeous coffee in a crisis friend with her gorgeous brown eyes and skinny girl arms that cant lift much in body pump class but they give the best hugs and she brings me Lattes mmmmmm I love her and her Lattes she is an absolute rock and I would be lost without her, she knows when I need her even when I dont know.
I have my other 3 besties that are completely nuts but I love them sooooooo much.
I have all the other mish mosh of friends most of them I have never met in real life or I havent seen for a million years or dont see every day but the love that I get from them warms me to my tippy toes and I love each and everyone of the lunatics.
Dont even get me started on my family some of them I can do without and some of them I just cant imagine life without them they are crazy, funny, all broke unfortunately, talented beautiful people, with sparkling wit, and huge big hearts.
I have realised that life throws curve balls at you constantly and you just have to attempt to hit them even if they end up being out, you gotta just keep swinging the bat.
I realised that a family CAN live on bread alone, well that a chunk of cheese and a Dora toasted sandwich maker.
I realise you dont need lots of money to be good parents.
I realise that your heart can truly break when someone you loves heart is broken.
I realise that Berwick is in completely the opposite direction to Geelong......
I realise that a Hyundai can do 140 klm per hour on the M1
I realise that some friends will eat the bacon and cheese off your wedges, pick crappy motels, cant read road maps but those same friends will laugh with you and at you...... mostly at you.....they will put so much crap on you that when they arent doing it you miss it, they will cry with you and for you, they will lend you money when you need it and help you spend it when you got it. Those friends are the most amazing women I have ever known and I truly would not exist without them.
I realise that keeping up with a blog is really hard cause my life isnt that interesting.
I realise that a baby at 40 is hard work, a toddler a 42 is even harder.
I realise that I can be a cranky bitch......gasp horror I know its true.
I realise that everyone of my family is asleep and I am up writing this even though an hour or 2 ago I was complaining how tired I was.
I realise that even though I am swinging at curve balls at the moment I am keeping both hands on that bat and my eye on that ball cause it is only a matter of time before I hit the bloody thing and look out people it is heading outta the park.........
Stay tuned for tomorrows topic.....hmmmm let me see.......Headlice...... the other white meat
I have had a very intense last few weeks with some ups and a lot of lows but I have come to realise a lot of things about myself, my friends and my life.
I have realised that;
I have or should I say had friends that were more consumed by the dollar and jealousy than by being my friend. The old I dont want to do it for you but I dont want anyone else to either.
In times of trouble you have friends that are there for you....... you realise to what depth they are there and just what depth you are there for them.
I have my gorgeous coffee in a crisis friend with her gorgeous brown eyes and skinny girl arms that cant lift much in body pump class but they give the best hugs and she brings me Lattes mmmmmm I love her and her Lattes she is an absolute rock and I would be lost without her, she knows when I need her even when I dont know.
I have my other 3 besties that are completely nuts but I love them sooooooo much.
I have all the other mish mosh of friends most of them I have never met in real life or I havent seen for a million years or dont see every day but the love that I get from them warms me to my tippy toes and I love each and everyone of the lunatics.
Dont even get me started on my family some of them I can do without and some of them I just cant imagine life without them they are crazy, funny, all broke unfortunately, talented beautiful people, with sparkling wit, and huge big hearts.
I have realised that life throws curve balls at you constantly and you just have to attempt to hit them even if they end up being out, you gotta just keep swinging the bat.
I realised that a family CAN live on bread alone, well that a chunk of cheese and a Dora toasted sandwich maker.
I realise you dont need lots of money to be good parents.
I realise that your heart can truly break when someone you loves heart is broken.
I realise that Berwick is in completely the opposite direction to Geelong......
I realise that a Hyundai can do 140 klm per hour on the M1
I realise that some friends will eat the bacon and cheese off your wedges, pick crappy motels, cant read road maps but those same friends will laugh with you and at you...... mostly at you.....they will put so much crap on you that when they arent doing it you miss it, they will cry with you and for you, they will lend you money when you need it and help you spend it when you got it. Those friends are the most amazing women I have ever known and I truly would not exist without them.
I realise that keeping up with a blog is really hard cause my life isnt that interesting.
I realise that a baby at 40 is hard work, a toddler a 42 is even harder.
I realise that I can be a cranky bitch......gasp horror I know its true.
I realise that everyone of my family is asleep and I am up writing this even though an hour or 2 ago I was complaining how tired I was.
I realise that even though I am swinging at curve balls at the moment I am keeping both hands on that bat and my eye on that ball cause it is only a matter of time before I hit the bloody thing and look out people it is heading outta the park.........
Stay tuned for tomorrows topic.....hmmmm let me see.......Headlice...... the other white meat
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Taking the train to Tanty Town......
Ok so I have done this mother thing before so number 4 should be a walk in the park right???? Right????? Well you would think so wouldnt you, so why is this child sucking the absolute life out of me........My darling little blonde haired, blue eyed cherub with the face of an angel has gone to the dark side. Laicee Lou with her gorgeous little "winkie" face has discovered the power of ....dum dum dummmmm......"The Tantrum". Of course I am sure the other 3 had their time in the sun as far as the tantrum goes but I honestly cannot remember it being with such passion, such gusto, such determination. Now I am wondering is it because she is the baby and is constantly being picked up and doted upon by all and sundry......probably but that doesnt help my cause now does it the damage is done. She isnt silly though for all my complaining about how awful it is and boo hoo woe is me she cries and carries on morning noon and especially night, I take her to a family do all the aunties and my mum etc, I think ok now they will see, vindication will be mine......... the little traitor is a complete angel, happy, cute, engaging, smiling, sits on aunty's lap and falls quietly asleep with no fuss. Where is the foaming at the mouth, where is the "crolling" or the "rofc" (Translation: crying and rolling or rolling on floor crying pffft teenagers abbreviate everything, I have one and a half teenagers too but that is a story for another day),
where is the 3000 decibel scream, the Linda Blair thrashing and the grand finale.....the vomit.
Of course amongst the clucking of "oh my isnt she just the cutest little darling" and the "She is such a good baby" it may have been my eyes or the Browns Brothers that I had but I could of almost sworn she smirked at that point. So of course no one but those that have lived it believe me.
My friend and I took the kids on a few outings in the last week of the holidays more I think for our own sanity then for their entertainment. First outing was lunch at Maccas let the kids have a play, consume some grease everybody's happy.....this was the scene for the first public tanty.....it was an exceptionally hot day all the older kids were hyped up on the fact they were out of the house mix that with a shitload of sugar and preservatives and you have a pot full of popping popcorn. Bub was happy to watch from the window to scream with delight when the others smushed their faces up against the glass to say hello to her, then she discovered there was a door to this magical land that she wanted to go through and of course it was deemed too dangerous for a 3ft little princess that has not long had her sea legs so access was denied.
Well I am sure Mc Donalds staff have seen all sorts of carrys on being a 24hr munchiehut 100m down the road from the local pub but the sight of this beautiful little girl with her ringlets and her bows, arching and scratching and trying to bite any exposed flesh on her mothers body was even for them a little traumatic (free counselling has been offered I believe). Needless to say that playtime was over from that point and the disturbance was removed from the premises.
Day 2: It was a magnificent day so my friend and I decide to take the kids to the new Broadwater Rock Pools (Awesome place by the way.......AWESOME) it was wonderful, we had lunch by the water the kids were all having an absolute ball, Laicee was getting amongst it with the best of them, lots of little ones splashing swimming just having a fantastic time. I decided in my infinite wisdom that I should probably put some more sunscreen on bub being the responsible mother that I am, that all went well I had the easy to use roll on rubbed it on bubba held the sunscreen for me and ever so cutely said Ta every time I took it to put some more on.....it was a scene out of a Perfect Mothering Magazine......until I put the lid on the sunscreen then it turned into something out of a Steven King novel. OMG I tried giving it back to her......Nope the switch had been flipped my friends it was "Game On" she wouldnt let me hold her so I put her down in a spot she wasnt going to drown, she rolled, she screamed, she arched if I went near her it made her worse so I just sat down on the side and let it happen, now this is a new water pool area for children on the Gold Coast in the school holidays soooooooooo there were a few people there, I got the "Oh honey I know how you feel looks" from the other mothers of little people, I got the "She needs a good whack on the beeehind" from some of the old school Grandmas but my favourite look was from a young Maori fellow big strapping lad playing with his niece and nephew, it was a look of sheer horror, (I think the vasectomy was probably booked that afternoon) luckily we had planned to leave soon anyway.
Day 3 My darling friend who by the way remains completely calm and supportive whilst all these very public tantys are going on truth be know she is probably just relieved it isnt one of her kids having a public meltdown, invites us to Lollipops playland (another awesome place) ok so she is a glutton for punishment I will play along, we had a ball, huge slides, jumping castles who wouldnt have fun, they had a special area for the little ones it was great. There is a beautiful merry go round in the middle of the establishment that they put on once an hour or something anyway they ring the bell we all go over I hesitated putting Laicee in but Jemma insisted she would look after her so ok and OMG the cutest thing you have ever seen all the kids in the big pink dragon was waving away just gorgeous............the thing about these rides is they eventually stop........Bubba wanted to ride the big pink dragon for the rest of the day and she was not the least bit impressed when she had to get off and the gate was locked and the big pink dragon was no more. Now the great thing about Lollipops is that everything is padded and I mean everything so I just put her in the littlies section and let her go for it and as she was safe I thought I would tape it with my phone for evidence the place wasnt very busy it was the end of the day but there was a father with his small son in there and he was totally doting on him obviously his first child I think you start to lose interest after that (oops did I say that out loud...jokes jokes dont call CPA on me) anyway I was oblivious to him and was taping my daughters latest performance, she had added a couple of foot stamps and floor punching moves into the mix which I was eager to capture, I look up and am met with a look of absolute disgust and OMG how can you be so cruel to your child. He was met with a "Say something I dare you look" so he scooped up his precious cargo before he could be scarred by this goings on and stormed out. Needless to say I did stop taping and attempted to calm her down whilst holding back the giggles hehehehehehe. Luckily it was closing time anyway.
I did get some good advice from a mum of 4 now grown boys that when she starts to tanty stand there and applaud her performance I am looking forward to trying that...Thanks Belinda.
I am not sure what has triggered this new found hobby of hers but I am just hanging on and waiting for the ride to stop......we are hurtling along to the terrible twos (8 months away mind you) at incredible speed I just hope this isnt just her warm up and the real performances are yet to come. I am hoping I will get my happy little cherub back soon, I am thinking of investing in one of those velcro suits for her and a sticky wall so I can just put her there when she goes to Tanty Town and she can go nuts lol and maybe a furry wall for me mmmmmm.
I will get through this phase of number 4 just like I did for the other 3 even though my memories of them as babies is all sunshine and lollipops I think your subconscious does that to protect itself, I think it has to when you think about it otherwise there would be a lot of one child families out there..........I think I hear the train pulling into Tanty Town station as we speak........ wonder what it is now........Jemma looked at her, the drink bottle is empty, the bird flew away, someone wouldnt let her play with the steak knives again???? Sigh I think I can I think I can I think I can..................
where is the 3000 decibel scream, the Linda Blair thrashing and the grand finale.....the vomit.
Of course amongst the clucking of "oh my isnt she just the cutest little darling" and the "She is such a good baby" it may have been my eyes or the Browns Brothers that I had but I could of almost sworn she smirked at that point. So of course no one but those that have lived it believe me.
My friend and I took the kids on a few outings in the last week of the holidays more I think for our own sanity then for their entertainment. First outing was lunch at Maccas let the kids have a play, consume some grease everybody's happy.....this was the scene for the first public tanty.....it was an exceptionally hot day all the older kids were hyped up on the fact they were out of the house mix that with a shitload of sugar and preservatives and you have a pot full of popping popcorn. Bub was happy to watch from the window to scream with delight when the others smushed their faces up against the glass to say hello to her, then she discovered there was a door to this magical land that she wanted to go through and of course it was deemed too dangerous for a 3ft little princess that has not long had her sea legs so access was denied.
Well I am sure Mc Donalds staff have seen all sorts of carrys on being a 24hr munchiehut 100m down the road from the local pub but the sight of this beautiful little girl with her ringlets and her bows, arching and scratching and trying to bite any exposed flesh on her mothers body was even for them a little traumatic (free counselling has been offered I believe). Needless to say that playtime was over from that point and the disturbance was removed from the premises.
Day 2: It was a magnificent day so my friend and I decide to take the kids to the new Broadwater Rock Pools (Awesome place by the way.......AWESOME) it was wonderful, we had lunch by the water the kids were all having an absolute ball, Laicee was getting amongst it with the best of them, lots of little ones splashing swimming just having a fantastic time. I decided in my infinite wisdom that I should probably put some more sunscreen on bub being the responsible mother that I am, that all went well I had the easy to use roll on rubbed it on bubba held the sunscreen for me and ever so cutely said Ta every time I took it to put some more on.....it was a scene out of a Perfect Mothering Magazine......until I put the lid on the sunscreen then it turned into something out of a Steven King novel. OMG I tried giving it back to her......Nope the switch had been flipped my friends it was "Game On" she wouldnt let me hold her so I put her down in a spot she wasnt going to drown, she rolled, she screamed, she arched if I went near her it made her worse so I just sat down on the side and let it happen, now this is a new water pool area for children on the Gold Coast in the school holidays soooooooooo there were a few people there, I got the "Oh honey I know how you feel looks" from the other mothers of little people, I got the "She needs a good whack on the beeehind" from some of the old school Grandmas but my favourite look was from a young Maori fellow big strapping lad playing with his niece and nephew, it was a look of sheer horror, (I think the vasectomy was probably booked that afternoon) luckily we had planned to leave soon anyway.
Day 3 My darling friend who by the way remains completely calm and supportive whilst all these very public tantys are going on truth be know she is probably just relieved it isnt one of her kids having a public meltdown, invites us to Lollipops playland (another awesome place) ok so she is a glutton for punishment I will play along, we had a ball, huge slides, jumping castles who wouldnt have fun, they had a special area for the little ones it was great. There is a beautiful merry go round in the middle of the establishment that they put on once an hour or something anyway they ring the bell we all go over I hesitated putting Laicee in but Jemma insisted she would look after her so ok and OMG the cutest thing you have ever seen all the kids in the big pink dragon was waving away just gorgeous............the thing about these rides is they eventually stop........Bubba wanted to ride the big pink dragon for the rest of the day and she was not the least bit impressed when she had to get off and the gate was locked and the big pink dragon was no more. Now the great thing about Lollipops is that everything is padded and I mean everything so I just put her in the littlies section and let her go for it and as she was safe I thought I would tape it with my phone for evidence the place wasnt very busy it was the end of the day but there was a father with his small son in there and he was totally doting on him obviously his first child I think you start to lose interest after that (oops did I say that out loud...jokes jokes dont call CPA on me) anyway I was oblivious to him and was taping my daughters latest performance, she had added a couple of foot stamps and floor punching moves into the mix which I was eager to capture, I look up and am met with a look of absolute disgust and OMG how can you be so cruel to your child. He was met with a "Say something I dare you look" so he scooped up his precious cargo before he could be scarred by this goings on and stormed out. Needless to say I did stop taping and attempted to calm her down whilst holding back the giggles hehehehehehe. Luckily it was closing time anyway.
I did get some good advice from a mum of 4 now grown boys that when she starts to tanty stand there and applaud her performance I am looking forward to trying that...Thanks Belinda.
I am not sure what has triggered this new found hobby of hers but I am just hanging on and waiting for the ride to stop......we are hurtling along to the terrible twos (8 months away mind you) at incredible speed I just hope this isnt just her warm up and the real performances are yet to come. I am hoping I will get my happy little cherub back soon, I am thinking of investing in one of those velcro suits for her and a sticky wall so I can just put her there when she goes to Tanty Town and she can go nuts lol and maybe a furry wall for me mmmmmm.
I will get through this phase of number 4 just like I did for the other 3 even though my memories of them as babies is all sunshine and lollipops I think your subconscious does that to protect itself, I think it has to when you think about it otherwise there would be a lot of one child families out there..........I think I hear the train pulling into Tanty Town station as we speak........ wonder what it is now........Jemma looked at her, the drink bottle is empty, the bird flew away, someone wouldnt let her play with the steak knives again???? Sigh I think I can I think I can I think I can..................
Monday, January 17, 2011
OK so who smacked Mother Nature on the ass??????
Mother Nature is mighty pissed off this week she is flexing her muscles and showing us all just how small and insignificant we really are. So many lives touched by devastation, everything they own floating off down the river, whats left rendered useless by a thick layer of toxic stinking mud. And they are the lucky ones.....mothers have had their babies torn from their arms by the rush of water, families torn apart in an instant. We are sooooo very fortunate and we not affected directly by the floods, if I didnt turn on my TV or my computer I honestly would not of known that it was even happening. My suburb the sun is shining and life is normal. 15 mins down the road life will never be the same, it is amazing to me how that can be. I had family members threatened by the rising waters and that was horrible, the not knowing if they were ok, the waiting for word that they were safe was almost unbearable. Knowing that they were completely cut off and there was not a damn thing I could do about it was doing my head in. Thankfully all my loved ones are safe, they are shaken but they are alive and they still have their homes. For that I will be eternally grateful.
So any of my other mishaps this week and there are a few....of course.....just seem to pale in comparison to what else is happening out there and it is not just the floods, there have been a few losses this week in my other cyber communities which have rocked families to their core I truly feel for each and everyone who has had their world turned upside down I hope and pray that you can get some peace in your lives once again soon.
What is wonderful to see is people helping each other, hugging the person next to them total strangers, the world was becoming so cold and hard, it was so dog eat dog, nobody cared about their neighbour it was every man for himself you were lucky to get a smile from a passerby but now people are travelling for miles to come and help people they dont even know, the outpouring of love and support has been heartwarming to see. So if anything good can come out of this tragedy it is that we have taken our heads out of our backsides and have seen what is really important in life......the people around us.
So the spider attack that got me and two of my girls and almost caused a 3 car pile up will have to wait.........
Be good to each other in the end thats all we got........love yous all xxx
So any of my other mishaps this week and there are a few....of course.....just seem to pale in comparison to what else is happening out there and it is not just the floods, there have been a few losses this week in my other cyber communities which have rocked families to their core I truly feel for each and everyone who has had their world turned upside down I hope and pray that you can get some peace in your lives once again soon.
What is wonderful to see is people helping each other, hugging the person next to them total strangers, the world was becoming so cold and hard, it was so dog eat dog, nobody cared about their neighbour it was every man for himself you were lucky to get a smile from a passerby but now people are travelling for miles to come and help people they dont even know, the outpouring of love and support has been heartwarming to see. So if anything good can come out of this tragedy it is that we have taken our heads out of our backsides and have seen what is really important in life......the people around us.
So the spider attack that got me and two of my girls and almost caused a 3 car pile up will have to wait.........
Be good to each other in the end thats all we got........love yous all xxx
Saturday, January 8, 2011
Motherhood means........
Motherhood means....... you pee when you sneeze (apparently)......
Motherhood means......saggy boobs and stretch marks.
Motherhood means.......sleepless nights, 5 minute showers and cold dinners.
Motherhood means......food in your hair and snot on your clothes.
Motherhood means......you can hang your boobs out in public...... for the purpose of feeding of course...but just be sure to pop them away again before you answer the door ooops made that couriers day...
Motherhood means........dirty nappies and vomit......soooooo much vomit.
Motherhood means........ALWAYS having to say your sorry.....
Sorry my kid threw up on your shoes.....Sorry my kid ran up your heels with the trolley......Sorry my kid peed on your dog and in your pool ......Sorry my kid drew on your walls.....Sorry my kid broke your window.....Sorry my kid painted your cat........Sorry my kid hit your kid (even though he deserved it)......Sorry my kid picked your prize winning roses for me for mothers day (they truly are beautiful by the way)........
Motherhood means......learning new skills, (some come with the job package).......super fast reflexes...you can catch a kid falling without spilling a drop of your cold coffee. Cry distinction...you learn to distinguish between your kids cries and the kid down the street (probably the same kid that your kid just whacked), you know if its a feed me woman cry, I am bored, I am wet or the wow have I got something in my nappy for you cry......or the Iam just tired and need a mummy cuddle cry. You develop radar ears for listening in on plans and schemes for the mass destruction of the house, themselves or the bank balance. You can vaccuum the floor, cook dinner, put washing on all with a baby on your hip, you can do anything and everything with a baby on your hip
Motherhood means.......perfecting the art of compromise.
Motherhoods means......never having an empty laundry.
Motherhood means......always having something to do.....drive this one here, pick that one up from there. Feed this one, bath that one, clean up after all of them. De-lice that one, and that one and maybe even that one, comfort this one, scold that one...clean up after all of them...again.
Motherhood means.......never having time to yourself, having to go to the toilet under the watchful eyes of a toddler........also note toilet door should be closed at all times or said toddler will play in, drink, and put all sorts of important things in there.
Motherhood means........you are the first thing your child ever sees when it opens its eyes on the day it is born.
Motherhood means......you are the most important person in someones life...for at least the first 15 or so years.
Motherhood means.......dribbly kisses, chubby little hands to hold, giggles and tickles and funny stories to be told
Motherhood means......macaroni necklaces painted with glitter, handprints in plaster made with love, painted pictures and drawings each one more precious than the last. Milestones and memories forever to be yours.
Motherhood means.......school concerts...little eyes eagerly searching for you in the crowd, nervous little waves goodbye on the first day of school, tears and fears that only you can ease.
Motherhood means......worrying about if they are happy or sad, do they have lots of friends, are they being good or bad.
Motherhood means.......Christmas is a time of wonder again.
Motherhood means.....easter bonnets and hot glue blisters, birthday cakes and baking disasters.
Motherhood means.......always having someone to love who loves you back.
Motherhood means......having somewhere to live when you are old and grey and most definately peeing your pants and probably not only when you sneeze.
Motherhood is the greatest job in the world.........................
What does Motherhood mean to you??????????
Motherhood means......saggy boobs and stretch marks.
Motherhood means.......sleepless nights, 5 minute showers and cold dinners.
Motherhood means......food in your hair and snot on your clothes.
Motherhood means......you can hang your boobs out in public...... for the purpose of feeding of course...but just be sure to pop them away again before you answer the door ooops made that couriers day...
Motherhood means........dirty nappies and vomit......soooooo much vomit.
Motherhood means........ALWAYS having to say your sorry.....
Sorry my kid threw up on your shoes.....Sorry my kid ran up your heels with the trolley......Sorry my kid peed on your dog and in your pool ......Sorry my kid drew on your walls.....Sorry my kid broke your window.....Sorry my kid painted your cat........Sorry my kid hit your kid (even though he deserved it)......Sorry my kid picked your prize winning roses for me for mothers day (they truly are beautiful by the way)........
Motherhood means......learning new skills, (some come with the job package).......super fast reflexes...you can catch a kid falling without spilling a drop of your cold coffee. Cry distinction...you learn to distinguish between your kids cries and the kid down the street (probably the same kid that your kid just whacked), you know if its a feed me woman cry, I am bored, I am wet or the wow have I got something in my nappy for you cry......or the Iam just tired and need a mummy cuddle cry. You develop radar ears for listening in on plans and schemes for the mass destruction of the house, themselves or the bank balance. You can vaccuum the floor, cook dinner, put washing on all with a baby on your hip, you can do anything and everything with a baby on your hip
Motherhood means.......perfecting the art of compromise.
Motherhoods means......never having an empty laundry.
Motherhood means......always having something to do.....drive this one here, pick that one up from there. Feed this one, bath that one, clean up after all of them. De-lice that one, and that one and maybe even that one, comfort this one, scold that one...clean up after all of them...again.
Motherhood means.......never having time to yourself, having to go to the toilet under the watchful eyes of a toddler........also note toilet door should be closed at all times or said toddler will play in, drink, and put all sorts of important things in there.
Motherhood means........you are the first thing your child ever sees when it opens its eyes on the day it is born.
Motherhood means......you are the most important person in someones life...for at least the first 15 or so years.
Motherhood means.......dribbly kisses, chubby little hands to hold, giggles and tickles and funny stories to be told
Motherhood means......macaroni necklaces painted with glitter, handprints in plaster made with love, painted pictures and drawings each one more precious than the last. Milestones and memories forever to be yours.
Motherhood means.......school concerts...little eyes eagerly searching for you in the crowd, nervous little waves goodbye on the first day of school, tears and fears that only you can ease.
Motherhood means......worrying about if they are happy or sad, do they have lots of friends, are they being good or bad.
Motherhood means.......Christmas is a time of wonder again.
Motherhood means.....easter bonnets and hot glue blisters, birthday cakes and baking disasters.
Motherhood means.......always having someone to love who loves you back.
Motherhood means......having somewhere to live when you are old and grey and most definately peeing your pants and probably not only when you sneeze.
Motherhood is the greatest job in the world.........................
What does Motherhood mean to you??????????
Sunday, January 2, 2011
What a day.....
Had an amazing day today, Hubby and I took the two youngest girls down the coast . We went fishing in the river and Jemma caught her first fish ever!!!!! A very exciting moment in a girls life, she also caught her first stick, her first rock and her first what looked suspiciously like an old nappy but she had an amzing time and she spent some quality one on one time with her daddy which is also very important in a girls life and I am so glad she has the dad she has, not all of us are that lucky. I personally was on a rug in the shade with the rugrat fending off Green Ant attacks one of the not so little bastards bit me right between my toes, by golly they sting and it just keeps on giving for hours later too arrrrrg. We had lunch by the water and then took off to see Grandma at the van at Fingal Beach. Laicee had her first experience of the beach at Fingal as have all of my kids it is a tradition, she loved the sand not too sure on the water yet but she will get there. Jemma was riding the waves on the boogie board another first she was always a bit too scared to but there was a little girl smaller than her doing it so I guess she didnt want to be showed up lol but she had an absolute blast. We had such a good time since mum is vacating the van for a few days that we have decided to head back down tomorrow and stay for a few days, really sad that Tahli and Adam arent with us but there is plenty of summer left. Grandma as always front and centre in the midst of the action wasnt going to be outdone by us and thought she too could walk up the little sanddune to the walkway hahahahaha she sort of got a momentum happening and it was all over she overbalanced and went face first in the sand laughing so hard she thought she would cry or pee her pants or both, hubby tried hard to rescue the damsel in distress but it just was a big sandy mess, but soooooo funny a memory I will have forever thanks mum.....still makes me giggle. So all in all a day of wonderful first experiences, looking forward to seeing what the next few days bring..........
Saturday, January 1, 2011
Another one bites the dust.....
Well thats another year over, and what a year it has been. We have been through a lot this year good and bad, 2010 saw too many hospitals for my liking but we have survived. My father in law is in remission after a vicious battle with cancer, along with other loved ones that have come out on top of this evil disease......my hope and prayers are that it stays that way....be gone with you, you evil evil thing you cant have them!!!. I saw my little girl in hospital for a week and it gave me a whole new respect and empathy for the parents of these really sick children, my heart truly goes out to them, I dont know how they do it. We have loved ones still battling with health issues but we are beside them all the way and we will get through all of it....I am sure of it. I personally have survived several attempts on my life by members of the insect world there was the mutant vampire snail that tried to ambush me on a cool summers evening tearing at my flesh, the suicide moth with wet balls that slammed into my face whilst I enjoyed my morning coffee, lets not forget the fly that left skid marks on my eyeball in the electronics store........I survived. Just the other day I turned on the light in the early hours of the morning to have a huntsman spider as big as a lumberjacks hand...and that is BIG....run up my arm, he was laying in wait on the light switch, he ran up my arm poised to take a deadly strike, I bravely flicked him across the room and ran for the spray it took half a can of spray but I finally got him, little buggar just wouldnt give in. But the important thing is....... I survived!!!! I have reconnected with loved ones, family and friends through the magic of Facebook some I didnt realise just how much I missed until I talked to them again. My baby boy finished primary school and starts high school life as he knows it is about to change, my girl is now a senior and has turned 15, my god where has the time gone. I am so very proud of my children and the people that they are, they have such good hearts. They still drive me crazy at times but life wouldnt be the same without them. I have survived Laicees 1st year which has been tiring but so rewarding too she is such a light in so many of our lives and I wonder what we did before she came along, to watch her grow and explore the world around her is a source of constant amusement and wonder. I have had to deal with so much bodily fluids this year that I seriously think that I am just immune to it all now, vomit vomit and more vomit, I have had to take poo samples.....not something that I recommend after lunch....but I survived. It is looking like Jemma will need her tonsils taken out in the new year but we will get through that too......
I joined a gym this year and I actually really love it, I am enjoying jogging for goodness sake I have never been fond of running unless it is of course you have a grasshopper hot on your trail or you have walked into a spider web but that is more of a dance than a run really.....the spider dance is a sight to be seen and I am sure you will see it in all the dance clubs before too long. But my goal is to lose 20 kgs I have been living too much of the good life and it is starting to show, my jelly belly and thunder thighs have to go. Plus I am in my 40's now so it is time to get it together and get healthy, if it kills me and it surely nearly will those Body Pump classes are a killer.
I am looking forward to a wonderful year I really do have a positive outlook, things are going to be on the up. We are going to get lots of work, save some money, have a holiday, lose some weight, stay healthy, survive insect attacks, safety will be a high priority, I will be more diligent, might even buy one of those kennel runs and stick her in there or a padded room, can never go wrong with a padded room everyone needs one at some stage might even get a furry wall too for those extra crazy days. I am going to be a better friend, a better wife, a better mother, a better person. But most of all I am going to be happy......dont sweat the small stuff.
I wish you all a year full of health, wealth and happiness......love yas all
I joined a gym this year and I actually really love it, I am enjoying jogging for goodness sake I have never been fond of running unless it is of course you have a grasshopper hot on your trail or you have walked into a spider web but that is more of a dance than a run really.....the spider dance is a sight to be seen and I am sure you will see it in all the dance clubs before too long. But my goal is to lose 20 kgs I have been living too much of the good life and it is starting to show, my jelly belly and thunder thighs have to go. Plus I am in my 40's now so it is time to get it together and get healthy, if it kills me and it surely nearly will those Body Pump classes are a killer.
I am looking forward to a wonderful year I really do have a positive outlook, things are going to be on the up. We are going to get lots of work, save some money, have a holiday, lose some weight, stay healthy, survive insect attacks, safety will be a high priority, I will be more diligent, might even buy one of those kennel runs and stick her in there or a padded room, can never go wrong with a padded room everyone needs one at some stage might even get a furry wall too for those extra crazy days. I am going to be a better friend, a better wife, a better mother, a better person. But most of all I am going to be happy......dont sweat the small stuff.
I wish you all a year full of health, wealth and happiness......love yas all
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