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.................................................
Thursday, March 10, 2011
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
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