My life

Lurching from one disaster to another...just a suburban princess trying to get by!



Sunday, 25 December 2011

Have yourselves a merry little Christmas...

As I write this we are sitting in a sparkling clean house, food (and booze) in the fridge, presents under the tree, ready to go...except that we have a teenager (who could sleep through a riot, and kinda did a few days ago, but that is another story)...and he isn't awake yet despite the Christmas CD blaring!  The older kids will be coming for lunch...always a good thing.






Our hairy house guest is pottering around the garden enjoying himself...the cats are furking through the gifts...


Unfortunately the cats aren't as welcoming, they head for the hills when Wilko is in the house!


... I am reflecting on our blessings, which are many (even if I don't recognise them most of the time), and wishing you all a safe and happy festive season.


Jo  xxx

Friday, 25 November 2011

And the winner is...

                                     Animal People


The winner of my Animal People book give away was Surely Sarah.


I have sent an email, please get your details back to me and I will get your prize straight out to you.


Thanks to everyone who entered.


Jo xxx


This review was part of Product Talk by Nuffnang



Wednesday, 16 November 2011

Animal People - Review & Giveaway




This review is courtesy of Product Talk by Nuffnang

I love a good book, in fact I love to read full stop, often having several books on the go at once!  In the absence of books or magazines I would read a cereal packet.  

So when I had the opportunity to read and review Animal People by Charlotte Wood I was delighted.  I haven’t written a book review since school so it was a bit of a challenge.

                                   Animal People

Animal People follows a day in the life of Stephen Connolly, and it is a bad day.

Stephen is not a happy man, bullied by his mother and sister, unfulfilled by his dead end job and having decided his relationship must end he embarks on a day that goes from bad to worse.

Overlaid with the relationships between people and animals, and Stephen’s inability to relate, Animal People explores the best – and worst- of our society.

A great read, thoroughly enjoyable.  I haven’t read Charlotte Wood before, but I will be in the future.

Now for the giveaway.  I have a copy of Animal People for one of my readers.
  •  Just follow my blog and leave a comment about whether you consider yourself an animal person or not.
  •  For additional entries tweet and share on Facebook. 1 entry each, just leave a separate comment.

Entries will close 4.00pm Wednesday 23rd November 2011 and the winner drawn via random.org and announced on the blog.

Please make sure I can email you to let you know you have won!

Wednesday, 2 November 2011

What the....?

My SS is my pride and joy.  

Great to drive, beautiful to look at.  

I am a Holden girl, always have been.


My husband traded her in on a FORD today...

Wednesday, 12 October 2011

Wednesday, 21 September 2011

Tuesday, 20 September 2011

Carnival of Flowers – Part Deux


The Carnival of Flowers is a fine thing.  Yesterday's post was all about it.

Tourists flock to see the sights, hopefully spending all their hard-earned and boosting the local economy.

Unfortunately, it is hard to be a resident of a tourist destination.

The shops are clogged with flowers spotters; surely they should be looking at flowers and not in my way at the supermarket?

The roads are at capacity with people driving slowly, slamming on brakes if they see so much as a dandelion.  It is a source of constant amazement to me that people can drive badly when travelling that slowly, how can you drift out of your lane at 20 km/h? Caravans and buses abound, taking up multiple parks and sideswiping the unwary.

People will park wherever the hell they want, too close to an intersection/bus stop/driveway, but surely road rules don’t apply to THEM, they are tourists!

Pedestrians lose their minds, walking straight across the road, all common sense forgotten.   The worst are the oldies, pouring off the coaches and stumbling around in everyone’s way.
 
The park was full of screaming, badly behaved kids running riot.  Mind you, if my kids were that feral I might let them off the leash in the park in a desperate attempt for peace.  This theory fails though, ‘because everyone else’s brats are doing the same! Bedlam.

Normally we do one of two things.  Either we get out of town and go to the coast, or we hide out at home with the gates shut.  This year we did neither and suffered the consequences.

The flowers will still be there another day; we should have waited until the crowds weren’t.

Monday, 19 September 2011

Carnival of Flowers

It's that time of the year again.  

The Toowoomba Carnival of Flowers.

Times have been tough recently for our fair city so this weeks carnival is an important event on the calendar.



Nothing says spring like the millions of blooms, carefully planted en masse, and perfect spring weather.  The parade as usual was big and showy, apparently the best attended yet.  With open gardens, craft markets, bands and orchestra, side-show alley, it was all here.


The Flower Food & Wine Festival, with cooking demonstrations by celebrity chef Ben O'Donoghue and gardening demonstrations by the legendary Don Burke, was a huge hit as always.  How could it not be?


While the party is now over there is still plenty to see, hopefully without the crowds, so why not pop along and see our beautiful city for yourself? 

Tomorrow : Part II The down side ('cause with me there always is!)  

Wednesday, 14 September 2011

Tuesday, 13 September 2011

Unexplained...

Our house always had a warm feeling, like home, part of the reason we bought it.  Yes we loved the look, the features, the location, but we saw that in others...when we first walked through the door we knew that this would be our home.

I am not sure what I really believe but we live in an old house and have seen things we couldn't explain.  Nothing spooky, more comforting.

Not long after we moved in both my husband and I both separately saw a figure in the hallway...it felt like a welcome and being "checked out".   I always thought if I saw something like that I would be terrified, but not in this case. 

I was going through some photos I took recently and came across this one.

My cats went nuts one afternoon for no reason I could see, so being a bit snap happy I took a couple of shots.  Most showed nothing but when I looked at this one I could see an "orb" near the picture frame.

Weird...
Do you believe?  Have you experienced anything you can't explain? 


FYBF

FlogYoBlog Friday 16/09

1. The things I'd tell myself  39. Playgrounds at Parramatta Park! Seana Smith  
2. Hating Motherhood  40. Mrs Woog tries to be a social climber  
3. Are you a two faced blogger?  41. A WikiLeaks cable- The US Lobbied Against Breastfeeding in the Philippines  
4. Traffic Light Flirting  42. MIch, The Optimist : I've lost it  
5. Useless Uterus  43. Children vs. The Television  
6. I Just Don't Want To Be All By Myself  44. The Things I'd Tell You - A break from the heavy  
7. A Little Space Like Home  45. the parenting files and taking a break  
8. 100 Days to Christmas with MummyToFive  46. Giving Back Girl - a nice moment  
9. Meeting Medium Deb Webber on Live TV twas truly enlightening!  47. Things I Know thanks to Kenny Rogers  
10. Food is the Devil: Kel @ AE&I  48. Nobashake | Misson incomplete  
11. Wednesdays From The Womb 36 - Tarago Terro  49. A Welcoming Hearth - A Reason For Hope  
12. Parental Parody  50. Fussy Eater's Mum  
13. Laryngitis: Creating Phone Sex Workers Since 1877  51. Rhi @ Hummingbird's Song  
14. Freaky bunny girl  52. Living Life Playing the Glad Game  
15. Meet Gerald!  53. Said Yes. Meant No.  
16. GoinLeft-Waiting with Dr Seuss  54. Mama Grace - Dragons, reggae music...an unconventional night out  
17. ATBTG - homework and being able to relate...  55. oh that's right, i'm pregnant  
18. The Path Less Travelled  56. Trish is on the way to WA  
19. {Sakura Haruka} Introduction to Chinese Mooncakes 101  57. our large avocados @ the confused housewife  
20. pizza with mum.  58. miss.cinders@SMOM My Rusty Spoon  
21. 30 until 30 - pieces of me  59. Welcome to CMTA  
22. 52 Week Project: Warm Sunshine  60. A Dose of Dannie  
23. a pastiche - rubies  61. My Pigeon Pair ~ Choosing a school  
24. Cranky Old Man - Have you seen my balls?  62. Lady Koukou  
25. Unexplained  63. How to keep my business  
26. I know that...  64. My Impending Due Date  
27. Dorothy @ Singular Insanity  65. A speed bump in the road to world domination.  
28. Cuckoo  66. Lifeasmummymax  
29. Kymmie @ a day in the life of us  67. Suburban Sonnet revives Book of the Week  
30. WHOA - SCHOOL HOLIDAYS!  68. Bright Side Up  
31. BBeingCool - 10 Ways to Wear Tangerine  69. Hespera's Garden  
32. Perpetually Me- Locked Out  70. My Life in Colour - Peanut  
33. Mixed Gems - Where the path may lead  71. Pampers&Pinot: Feel the Love!  
34. Nicole Hastings Photoblogging  72. Finding My New Normal  
35. NEW YORK WEDDINGS, DANNY ZUKO AND SANDRA DEE  73. Foodie Five Files  
36. True Adventures of Eloise: 10 things in my life right now  74. Life's like a Cupcake!  
37. Our Deepest Fear  75. A Brush with Beauty  
38. Ajax Day  

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Thursday, 8 September 2011

New & Old...

I am out and about today, so I thought I would leave you with a couple of shots from around my house.

The house is over 100 years old and still has a few old features, character we will call it.

Like my concrete laundry tubs...

Handy for drinks on ice too!


And the outside loo, not my favourite feature.  There is another indoors, don't worry.  The outside one is designated for the "boys".

Useful during parties or gardening!
We do have all the mod cons too, but where's the fun in them!


Wednesday, 7 September 2011

Tuesday, 6 September 2011

The biggest losers...


Ok, I may well lose readers over this post. Sad but if you feel that way then don’t let the door hit you in the arse on your way out.

There was an online article yesterday regarding some former “Biggest Loser” contestants complaining that they have put their weight back on again. Read it here.

Poor diddums.

They were contestants on a reality game show.  The TV station, producers, crew, even the trainers are there because they are being paid to provide entertainment.  Even Hayley (so much more sincere than AJ Courtcase) is there for the bucks. It doesn’t have much to do with how good you are at achieving weight loss at the end of the day, it is how well you play the game, and after all, that’s why you are there.

The sole purpose is to amuse the public, to make us feel superior (or inferior as the case may be), to watch people at their worst, tearing themselves and others down.  To provide a voyeuristic public with a view of fat people at their very worst.

The show takes people who clearly have huge problems, in a lot of cases horrible personalities and no shame whatsoever, and throws them to the mercy of some pretty twisted individuals who torture them for our viewing pleasure. Possibly the worst torture for all is that they are forced to do it in Lycra, while being screamed at and filmed from terrible angles.

Now these people are fat because they eat too much and don’t exercise enough. Full stop.

There are reasons why they do this, the past, abuse, family dynamics whatever.  These are the reasons why mental health professionals exist, to help people deal with the underlying causes of their “issues” so that they can then take steps to get healthy.

It isn’t really how you look at the end that counts, it’s that you can be there for your family, be healthy, and lead the life you want.  TV being TV though it is all about the dream outfit, the make-over, the magazine shoots, dealing with the superficial rather than the real problems.
 
Unfortunately, deluded people who are looking for a quick fix sign up for this show in droves, expecting miracles and when they don’t get them are looking for someone to blame.

In the article a former contestant who lost 25kg, a great effort you say, yes, but still dangerously overweight, has now piled on over 40kg since she left the show. And she is angry, I would be angry to, with myself though, not the show.  The show didn’t make her stop all exercise and eat the amount that it would take to put on that kind of weight. That is some dedication there.  The show stopped when she walked off-stage and back into her life.

Of course real life is going to get in the way, no-one has 8 hours a day to exercise, not much of a life anyway if you did, but the simple truth is that if you burn more kilojoules than you consume you will lose weight.
 
Now to do that you need to get your shit together, review your life, relationships whatever. Get help sure.  You also need to take responsibility for your own actions. No-one is holding you down and shoving the food into your mouth, step up and get on with it.

Alcoholics and drug addicts have to go through some pretty shitty things to get well, so why should food addiction be any different.  It is though. You can successfully navigate life without booze and drugs, it isn’t easy but you can, but you have to eat food to live…and it is everywhere - every magazine, TV shows galore, billboards. All of these addictions will trash your life and more than likely kill you, but there is no sympathy for the fat.

Society would never stand for a show with mentally ill people working through their problems in such a way but it is socially acceptable to laugh at the obese, whatever the reason for their size, including mental illness. To view them as entertainment. The TV stations are just cashing in on that…it’s their function.

But as long as people line up to get their fat arses on TV then people will watch. 

So if you are really serious about weight loss, get help, go for a walk, eat your veggies, whatever it takes but don’t blames others for your own behaviour.

It is sad, but probably the biggest losers are those who learn nothing from their experience.

Note: I am extremely overweight and struggle every day.  It is a process that I have to work though myself, a position I got myself into.  It is no-one’s fault but mine and I own it. If it was a matter of will power I would be a size 8, I quit smoking cold turkey several years ago and never looked back, that was easy, I just stopped.  It took a long time for me to get this size and will take a long time to get healthy again.  Everyone of has our own challenges, for example some people are just born arseholes, and there is no fixing that. I will do it though….and no Lycra shots I promise! Support is nice but not expected, I won’t bore you to tears with every kg lost, but I will be putting regular updates on the blog to keep myself accountable.  xxx
FYBF

FlogYoBlog Friday 09/09

1. A Brush with Beauty  48. The Insecure Blogger  
2. Today I flew 2000klms...in the space of 8 hours  49. Amazing Opportunities For Mummy Bloggers  
3. A Dinnertime Ditty  50. Madmother  
4. Vlog. When was the last time you were spontaneous?  51. Goog Vlog - Attitude and Toddler Mayhem  
5. Medicated for your Convenience  52. Fussy Eater's Mum  
6. Under the windmills - the big C  53. Queensland Girl  
7. PND has turned me OFF  54. Blogoversary & Giving Back- Perpetually Me  
8. Parent Klout  55. Gnocchi gnocchi gnocchi three ways  
9. Mixed Gems - Ten years on – Remembering 9/11  56. The Things I'd Tell You  
10. Are you actually okay? I've lost 2 people in a month :(  57. Metamorphosis @ The Mummy Autobiography  
11. Brazilian menu?? InsideSnuggery  58. Living Life Playing the Glad Game  
12. Wednesday From The Womb - Week 35  59. Nobashake | Decluttering the bomb site  
13. Things I Know - Chickens and Bees  60. Flying Solo - Let's Talk About Sex Baby  
14. How was your week? Was it a success or a big "bumpbowwwww"  61. The One Where I Interview my 21mth old  
15. Happy Monday  62. Things My Boys Have Broken...  
16. The Rhythm Method goes down the rabbit hole of Motherhood  63. Taking the kid whale watching  
17. Parental Parody : #Winning...  64. A Dose of Dannie  
18. Are you looking after yourself?  65. Red Beast - Autism rearing it's head  
19. MummyK: The irresponsible mother  66. Maid In Australia - Put a ring on it!  
20. Sex and fireworks!!!!  67. Mich, The Optimist. The drug that could give me my life back  
21. Baking away the grief @ Such a Beautiful Life  68. Being ok about being asked RUOK  
22. Being a Grown Up - I Know Stuff!  69. Another 13 things to do on Vicodin  
23. 5 Things I know @SMDTAT  70. Neighborhood watch  
24. {Sakura Haruka} Multiculturalism (& Its Diverse Food)  71. Bright Side Up - Memorable moments  
25. Mama Grace and her Father's Day tribute  72. More Free Printable Subway Art – One for the Kitchen  
26. StrippedBareAU - A few things most people don't know about me  73. Mrs Woog does not like David Jones and David Jones, Whoever the fuck he is.  
27. 5 big falls in 6 hours  74. Flowers in my Words  
28. ATBTG - Things I Know About Not Being Okay...  75. Frocktober 2011  
29. My Breastfeeding secret...shhhh!  76. WHOA MUMMA and Dirty Words  
30. Lazy Parenting @ SaveMumSanity  77. How to get comments on your blog  
31. On working from home at Live First Write Later  78. Check out these amazing family photos  
32. Thankful Ninja  79. My son and the Alphabet Song, a video  
33. Writing Dreams  80. Life's like a Cupcake!  
34. Lifeo on a Hill  81. Toushka Lee - an anniversary...  
35. The many styles of Jess - the shoe edition  82. Common Chaos Chronicle  
36. Newmumma - the simple things  83. Segovia - An anonymous guest post  
37. pink elephants and lemonade  84. steff  
38. A MOTHER of a day  85. Vlog, in bunches, the shame- Seana Smith  
39. Sew something for yourself - The Lisette Sew A Long  86. The Cranky Old Man - Remembering 09-11-01 (corrected link)  
40. Sleep, To perchance a dream  87. The Bump  
41. the parenting files - better to ask then not  88. Hello Everyone  
42. Non Domestik Goddess: Eye of Cthulu & Penguins  89. Sack vs School Lunches  
43. 5 Fab Fox Finds  90. Singledom  
44. MOTHERS, MARTYRS AND FEELING THE HATE  91. Hopefully Taken Care Of Someday  
45. Obesity all my life meant I had my failed attempt at suicide -  92. Are you OK??  
46. Mums the Word  93. Don't Shade on My Parade - At Home Mum  
47. My Life in Colour..... WAITING!  

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Friday, 2 September 2011

Disaster…

A friend of mine recently shared a couple of her own recent disasters on Facebook inspiring this list of my own top 10 disasters.  Here’s to you V!

There have been many occasions in my adult life when my bad luck, bad decisions  or general clumsiness and inability to stay on my own two feet – especially when sober – have caused disaster.  Drunk I am light on my feet and generally disaster free… maybe I should drink more often!

  • At 18, on one of the few occasions that year I was not three sheets to the wind, I slipped over, smashed my face into a wall and damaged one of my front teeth (it was repaired but alas some years later I lost it anyway).
  • I once fell up our back stairs whilst carrying laundry, landing on my left forearm; I didn’t break it but bruised the bone and suffered pain, weakness and numbness for weeks afterwards.  This is by no means the only time I have fallen UP stairs, just the worst.
  • One New Years Eve (in the 80’s) I decided to wear a white lycra mini dress to a function…with BIG hair and red stilettos.  Disaster enough I hear you say, but no it was worse than that.  I had decided to team it with some lovely lacy underthings, problem was it was all ABSOLUTELY SEE-THROUGH…a fact that was lost on me until roughly half-way through the evening….
  • There was the time at MrQ’s work Xmas party where, after ½ a glass of bubbly I turned my ankle and fell flat on my face in front of his entire office, I didn’t break the glass, in fact managed to keep a hold of it, but wore the contents across my face leading to evidence of unwise, non- waterproof mascara choices.  This fall led to crutches and a limp for weeks.
  • The “laundry incident” earlier this year where I dislocated my right shoulder thus rendering myself unable to write, type or drive for weeks – these being the main activities of my occupation this was a problem. I could still talk though so all was not lost!
  • Many years ago, whilst learning to drive when I snapped the indicator stalk off the steering column of the car, we were a couple of hundred km’s from home and I was not popular.
  • Once when unpacking the dishwasher I unwisely pulled out both the top and bottom racks, leading to the machine tilting just enough for the bottom rack to shoot out across the kitchen, depositing 6 dinner plates, 2 bowls and an oven dish onto the tiled floor underneath the stove. There were no survivors.

And for a bonus “near disaster”:
  • Earlier this year whilst carrying a cheesecake  I “fell off” my wedges and performed one of those slow motion ” incidents” where you take a step to avoid a fall, have to repeat it to stop falling in the other direction and so on and end up running into something hard. Or is that just me? Anyway it caused me to cannon into my husband, who was carrying a carton of beer (all the food groups covered here), forcing him into a parked car.  Neither of us was hurt and his quick action saved both the beer and cheesecake…disaster averted.


So there you have it, my Top 10, can you beat it?


Disclaimer: This is by no means an exhaustive list as I am constantly adding to it. Also, regular followers will recognise some of these disasters from previous posts but they are up there in the top 10. 

Thursday, 1 September 2011

Graffiti


Saw this whilst out and about in our town.

A little cleverer and more amusing than most graffiti I see...still annoying if it's on your wall though!

Just don't understand the need...

Wednesday, 31 August 2011

Wordless Wednesday - Spring has sprung...



A couple of words - The reason we will never drink our tank water...bird poop!

I’ve linked up with  My Little Drummer Boys & Faith Hope & a whole lotta love for  Wordless Wednesday. Check out their blogs for more.  


Tuesday, 30 August 2011

Don’t lie to me…

Honesty is such a lonely word
everyone is so untrue
Honest is hardly ever heard
and mostly what I need from you
(Billy Joel, 1979)

It seems to me that honesty is sadly lacking in our communities, something that is in some ways no longer the norm.

Every day the news is full of stories about dishonesty, even network news is not immune themselves!

Politicians, hell whole governments lie routinely.  The military, the medical profession, industry, the banks, they are all at it.

Everyone tells the odd fib, a little white lie here and there but where to draw the line?

As little kids we are told not to lie, lying is bad and naughty, indeed my son was always punished far more for lying than for anything he broke or did wrong, to this day he is brutally honest, maybe too honest sometimes but at least I can believe what he tells me! 

It is human nature to protect yourself, or someone else by bending the truth a little.

How much better would it be if the government (take your pick as to which one) stood up and said, OK, we mucked that one up, sorry, this is what we are going to do to fix it.  If a bank or company would stand up and admit they are not a charitable institution, they are to make money for shareholders whatever it takes…if an individual stood up and said, no, I am not going to do “xyz”, instead of stringing someone along with vague promises…

What you gonna do when it all comes out,
When I see you and what you're all about?
(Black eyed peas, 2005)

The problem is that it is easy to be cynical, to not believe anything anyone has to say…but that’s no way to live. 

We have to navigate the minefield that is everyday life and do the best we can. 

The best way is to be honest to ourselves and those around us. To exercise common sense and caution, to do our research (Google is a wonderful thing), but also to give the benefit of the doubt.

This post started as something very different, directed at a specific few who have let me down recently, mid-writing I changed direction, I just need to let it go and not be quite so trusting in future, which is hard for me as I want to see the best in people…

... sadly I get let down a lot.
FYBF

FlogYoBlog Friday 02/09

1. Nurture the Little People - Sneaky Vegetables  52. Twins are twice the fun  
2. Whoa, Mamma!: The Hills Are Alive With the Sound of Swooning!  53. Giving Back Girl - What's your style?  
3. Melissa@The Things I'd Tell You  54. Not so wonderful weekends...  
4. Happylan  55. Becci's Blog Story  
5. Jacki  56. What do Miranda Kerr and I Have In Common?  
6. Guest Star Monday is back!! Boomerang Jane is in da purple house  57. steff  
7. Free Printable Father’s Day Subway Art  58. Breakfast weirdness  
8. Highway Etiquette, Map Guy Style  59. Mama Grace doing some reflecting  
9. 10 Things Every Mother SHOULD Have  60. Rhi @ Hummingbird's Song  
10. Who will be this Spring's Bloggest Loser? Join our weight loss challenge!  61. the parenting files  
11. Crash Test Mummy: Laugh At Your Expense  62. Hayley @ Our Unique Journey  
12. Calling on the Parental Knowledge Bank Please!  63. Corn silk char, baby.  
13. Parental Parody  64. Lady Koukou  
14. On life, blogging, and things in between...  65. NBeyonce did it on stage, I did it next to a Christmas tree  
15. What has YOUR blog done for YOU lately?  66. Nat @ S.O.B. ~ A Rare Day At Home  
16. Trish  67. Alice Becomes does Facial Hair  
17. Exercise motivation - strap down your boobies!  68. 5 Reasons Babywearing Rocks My Socks  
18. Looking For A Good Time  69. Father's Day handmade gifts and cards  
19. A Moment Worth Remembering  70. Fridy Fluff: The Water Edition  
20. B.I.T.C&H  71. Miranda gets kerr-boomed...again!  
21. {Sakura Haruka} An Awesome Dad  72. Do YOU know how to pronounce my name?!  
22. Three Simple Words - R U OK?  73. Dad.Father.Daddy.Pop.Papa.  
23. {Sakura Haruka} 2 Shoes are Better Than 1  74. Life's like a Cupcake!  
24. No, I wasn't OK  75. A Brush with Beauty  
25. What's the worst that can happen?  76. Foodie Five Files  
26. Flogging OTHERS Blogs!  77. ♥♥SHOEGASM♥♥  
27. The pain of the father  78. The One Where I am Back!  
28. Brass In My Pocket - A letter to my Dad  79. My Pigeon Pair ~ Play with your food  
29. No Pressure!  80. Going Off. *Language warning* Observations of where I've been & am going  
30. Is Bloggy Love Conditional?  81. Queensland Girl -Don't lie to me  
31. Saggy breasts? One woman bares all about her post-baby boob job @FoxInFlats  82. A rogue mom's playground Code of Conduct  
32. You can start your dream life today - Live First Write Later  83. Chasing A Miracle  
33. Please Excuse My Elephant...  84. An oldie from Madmother  
34. Who Puts The Colour In Your World?  85. Fight the frump - aka fighting fur  
35. Cocobella and Cocktails!  86. Kate @ undomestiKated  
36. This & That @ Such A Beautiful Life  87. Finding My New Normal  
37. Kid to an Olden Day Character  88. Oh dear. I have started calling my partner Dad  
38. The Cranky Old Man - Arguing with a Woman  89. Maid In Australia  
39. Goog Vlog - blogging tips for newbies pt 3  90. Secret Father's Day gift @ Mum in search  
40. ATBTG - Things I Know: About Hairy Holes  91. Becky and James | On Women, Mental Health and Liptember  
41. This Normal Life  92. Hespera's Garden  
42. Friday Freak Out  93. Adventures in My Kitchen  
43. Random Acts of Kindness  94. HeeWho  
44. The Love Letter That Brought My Husband To Tears  95. Rhonda  
45. My top 5 reasons why I loved the Kellogg's bloggers brunch  96. Pampers&Pinot: Last Cigarette  
46. Perpetually Me- A Personal Fight  97. A Dose of Dannie  
47. Toushka Lee - Barbie Girl  98. Nobashake  
48. Lifeasmummymax  99. kudos to cudo  
49. Ink Paper Pen. A Traitorous Uterus  100. Five Little Reasons  
50. Memorable moments  101. Mich, The Optimist: Digital parents perth meetup  
51. Take your flowers and f** off  102. Eat Play Bond Why Daddy Always Gets To Be The Nice Guy  

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Wednesday, 24 August 2011

Wordless Wednesday - Comfort

Lilly soaking up the late winter sun...Ignore the filthy window *blush*

Max, enjoying the warmth...and missing his Dad!

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Sunday, 21 August 2011

Fishy Business…

Fish tanks are great! Peaceful, relaxing, attractive décor items. 

We always had fish tanks; it was one of the first things we bought when we moved in together.

Over the years we nurtured our aquatic companions, feeding, cleaning, ph testing, rounds of chemicals and plants…it is quite a lot of work.  We didn’t mind, it was worth it…

We had quite a large tank set up in the lounge room of our home. Lovely.

One night, I was watching TV, maybe 9pm when I heard a noise.  Just a small dripping sound, nothing much.  It was raining and I thought it was just water dripping outside.  It got a bit louder, I investigated, couldn’t see anything, went back to my TV show.

Then all hell broke loose. 

The end piece of the tank caved in, and in such a way that the contents of the fish tank shot out at right angles for about a meter before striking the wall and floor…I didn’t quite know what to do. Well, you don’t do you?

It quickly became apparent that help was not going to be forthcoming, and my hands alone were not going to  do much against 300L of warm, fishy water determined to empty itself onto my lounge room floor.

Son, being a young teenager, therefore useless as tits on a bull didn’t even hear my screams…the neighbours two streets over must have, but not my boy! And husband had retired to the “bathroom” and was indisposed! Typical…

So I raced to the kitchen, grabbed some cooking pots and stuck them under the hole, nothing was stopping this baby but hopefully I could ferry some of the water outside and off my carpets!  Of course there is never a bucket when you need one…

The first emptying went well, a few splashes on the tiles near the back door but OK…the second, not so good.

You see, I didn’t factor the effect of bare wet feet on wet tiles whilst running with an overflowing pot of fish water…hmm, you can see where this ended up right?

Yes, in a scene that would have benefitted from the Benny hill soundtrack, as if in slow motion my feet slipped from underneath me, the pot went into the air, I landed on the back of my head, on the tiles, HARD.  Then the contents of the pot of water came to earth, or more precisely, my face, shortly followed by the pot. So not only did I nearly kill myself, but I flooded another room too.

My son had just emerged and witnessed my humiliation and whipped out to tell his father he thought I was dead, no checking on me though…OH NO!

When they emerged it was to find me, ice pack held to the back of my head trying to suck the water out of the carpet with the carpet cleaning machine, trying to stay upright…

Husband was despatched to find something to put the fish in, son called his elder brother to take me to hospital, by this stage I could barely speak and was shaking like a leaf, and I cleaned away feverishly…

It wasn’t until I got to hospital that we realised I had wet pants, from the fall of course, not sure anyone believed me though…

Skip to several hours later, a concussion and a soggy house.

I had never been concussed before, and hope never to be again…it hurts, and the dizziness and nausea are frightening.

Have you ever had to run carpet dryers throughout your whole house with a concussion? Then you haven’t lived! Those bastards are LOUD.

The final tally, 7 rooms water damaged, one fish tank destroyed, one head injury…memories best forgotten!

We don’t have a fish tank any more…turns out they aren’t that relaxing after all!

FYBF


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1. Finding My New Normal  50. Non Domestik Goddess  
2. Mummyrants - What u do with babywipes  51. The orphans and McDonalds  
3. Losing Weight; Crashing & Burning - The Mama Diaries  52. what i know about sadness  
4. Wednesdays From The Womb - Week 33  53. Perpetually Me- Forever Running  
5. {Sakura Haruka} Korean art performance  54. The Things I'd Tell You - Riddle Me This  
6. Kicking Butt with Attitude  55. TGDM - I'll cry if I want to  
7. miss.cinders@SMOM  56. Lil-Going Left  
8. Cancer drugs, Arthritis, IBD & Me @WTOAIO  57. SAHMadness- I confess! I still miss you!  
9. Would it kill you to call first?  58. 5 years at Y!  
10. Bully Time  59. natasha@The confused housewife  
11. The Audreys wrote a song just for Q  60. Size 26 to 12  
12. Bubba Glow  61. The slippery slope - a confession  
13. Goog Vlog - 5 Things I Hate About Facebook  62. Maid In Australia  
14. 10 Myths of Motherhood  63. Yellow makes me happy  
15. Inside the Snuggery - Beach  64. Playground etiquette - At Home Mum  
16. I watch too much TV...  65. I'm going to NEW YORK!  
17. Importance of Embracing the Camera  66. Confession -why we're not having any more children  
18. Rules For Life  67. Today @ Ninja Towers  
19. I love it when a plan comes together - synchronicity at work  68. Bright Side Up  
20. Newmumma - PartyTime!!  69. Things I DON'T Miss About My Pre-Baby Life  
21. fat lady at shop w screaming child  70. Call Me Mummy...um..call me what now?  
22. Best fluffy friends  71. Mickey Mouse, peer pressure fail.  
23. Parental Parody : Letter to Ikea  72. Better the devil you know - Facing a demon in the garden  
24. Nobashake - I'm Such a Proud Mummy  73. Experiencing Stillbirth: An interview  
25. a pastiche - i'm back  74. Mrs Woog. Fat-shionista  
26. Mixed Gems - Bedtime Shenanigans. Ooo-la-la!  75. Mums the Word~ Letting the Light in! RUOK!  
27. This is what you get when I'm relying on my phone for a week  76. ATBTG - Things I Know About Numbers  
28. Scary Love  77. Mama Grace - The post that's going to cost my some bloggy friends  
29. No Child Should Be Invisible  78. Join the Giggle-a-thon  
30. 5 back to work essentials for every working mum  79. Alice Becomes - Anyone up for a glass of wine over scrabble?  
31. Birthing Stories  80. Sink your teeth into Oliver Jeffers  
32. Amy @ MahliMoo- Getting my rant on  81. First ever drop-off... crying in the car.  
33. Queensland Girl - Fishy business  82. Body Talk - do you listen to it?  
34. Adventures in My Kitchen  83. Write About Me  
35. How to have 'the talk' with your 3-year-old  84. Sisters by chance, friends by choice  
36. Things I Know- The Vlog Edition  85. The importance of morning routines  
37. 5 Free Days Out with the Kids in Melbourne  86. Big Hearts & Special Souls  
38. A Dinosaur Party - pictures and a tutorial  87. To Sir with love @ Segovia  
39. Veggies for breakfast? Free your mind... Seana Smith  88. The Ginabean's semi-factual life story - as told by Glen's Life  
40. Brass In My Pocket - Accidental Pube Exposure  89. What Becci is reading now  
41. 5 Friday Facts. Memo  90. A Dose of Dannie  
42. Why Companies Are Paying Attention To Mummy Bloggers  91. Receding Mature Hairline, Why My Baby Has It  
43. The Cranky Old Man - The Biker Bar  92. A Parenting Life  
44. Rhi @ Hummingbird's Song  93. The Travelling Toy @ Domesblissity  
45. Caught By A Thumb: A lesson in blog security  94. Pampers&Pinot: Ruthless  
46. Say Cheese!  95. notthatgoodofaperson  
47. bigwords enters a writing comp  96. Ajax Day  
48. Me 'N my Monkeys  97. Stay At Home Moms vs Working Moms  
49. Overdose @ The Mummy Autobiography  

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Saturday, 20 August 2011

Flying high…


Recently I had occasion to fly to Sydney and back. 

Mercifully short trips.

Those of you who read my earlier post, here, will know that I am not a happy flyer.  I don’t fly too often, but there are things that I have observed that seem to happen EVERY, single time.

Boarding is announced, and regardless of who is invited to board first, everyone in the terminal rushes forward, hell bent on getting there first. There are several reasons why this is un-necessary people! 

First, and maybe most obviously, the seats are allocated, you aren’t going to get a better one by elbowing your fellow passengers out of the way!   

Secondly, what is the point of being first on when you have to keep getting out of your seat to let more casual passengers into theirs, whilst being smacked in the face with jumpers, handbags and laptop straps from the desperadoes trying to stuff their entire belongings into overhead compartments?  Honestly, am I the only person who checks luggage in this country? 

Lastly, there is ALWAYS someone who gets lost between check-in and boarding, do they forget they have a flight to catch?

Once settled and “comfy”, or concussed depending on the luggage your fellow aviators have smacked you with, there is the treat of the safety demonstration, as if, in the event of an emergency everyone isn’t going to run screaming for the exits, throwing the smaller and weaker bodily out of the way. Or is that just me? This last flight the Japanese couple I sat with, lovely people, sweetly copied everything the hostie did, including mimicking the putting on of oxygen mask, lifebelt and the brace position, I thought they were having a laugh, but no, DEADLY serious, maybe they knew something I didn’t!

Then we take off, and the second the seat-belt light goes out, multiple people fly out of their seats and hurtle to the loos, about 20 minutes after we boarded in the first place. Am I the only person who goes for a last minute, nervous pee before a flight?

After this, there usually isn’t much action, just the passengers who seem intent of becoming paralytic before we land, those who pee every five minutes, and the hosties, of either sex, who only manage to smile at the young cute guys, everyone else in an inconvenience apparently!

Then you start to descend, people seem to think they don’t have to raise their seats and tray-tables, surely the rules don’t apply to them!

When you land there is the instant chirping and pinging of mobiles, long before permission is given, because we all know everyone is far too important to be without their phone for an hour and a half! The instant the seat-belt light goes off, everyone, as one, stands up to get their bags, except the person blocking my way. No-one moves, everyone waits until the way is clear before then getting their bags ready, meanwhile the air gets hotter and hotter, as the people from the back jostle and push…hell.

Then there is the blissful moment when you move, when you burst out of the plane into the too hot/cold, exhaust filled freedom of the air-bridge, to be carried along by the mass of humanity determined to the first out of the doors, regardless of their seat allocation.

I really hate to fly! Maybe I should go business class in future… 

Friday, 19 August 2011

Sick and tired…

This year got off to a bad start with “the mumps that stole christmas”  as my husband less than affectionately refers to it and then my dislocated shoulder…

… but I thought we were doing well this winter - no illness, not a sniff or a cough.

Until I went to Sydney that is...

…Two weeks on I am still miserable, not sick as such, but still not completely well.


Alternating blocked and runny nose, cough and croaky throat, more annoying than anything.
I have loaded up on the vitamins, drink a heap more water and tried to stay warm...have eaten a LOT of lozenges and throat pastilles, all to no avail. 

At least I can sleep for once, even though it would seem that I have been snoring loudly enough to wake the dead!  Makes a change to being the one listening to the snoring every night…

There is no point going to the doctor, there is nothing they can do, it is after all only a cold.   I am allergic to a lot of anti-biotics so am not keen to take anything unless there is absolutely no alternative!  Hives are even less fun…

So I will carry on with the tissues, my favourite for a cold are Kleenex Eucalyptus…bliss, Butter Menthols, Strepsils and Throaties, various inhalants, saline sprays and copious amounts of various vitamin supplements in the hope that I don’t have to go through a third week of this…

…and that my boys don’t catch it!

Thursday, 18 August 2011

Queensland Girl in the city…


So, back to my conference tales.

After a hugely long day of presentations we were all ready to let our hair down.

The second night started much like the first, at a bar for a couple of drinks.  Surprised me again how busy it was, also how many snotty, loud, screamy toddlers were running wild and free around the bar.  Obviously Sydney’s idea of a crèche…

Then a short walk along King St Wharf to our venue, a BOAT!  We were going for a harbour cruise.  I am an even worse sailor than I am a flyer so you can imagine my joy.  As it was a surprise there was no time to take travel sickness medication, maybe a good thing in hindsight, I would have slept through all the fun!

A seven course set menu, with matched wines and an open bar…OMG!

Lovely food, great wine and a few bourbons.  My plan was to keep eating and drinking the WHOLE time to counter the waves of dizziness and nausea assailing me.
Luckily my plan worked, the only dodgy moments were the choppy bits under the bridge and on the turns, easily overcome with another glass of sparkling wine!

I spent a bit of time on the top deck with all the smokers taking in the views, and the fresh air!  And before you ask, no, I did not smoke.



The weather was perfect, the skyline far prettier at night.

All too soon it was over, we disembarked without incident, rather amazing given that the 20 of us had been giving the open bar a real workout!

On to another bar then for more drinking, and some people watching.

A rather forceful young local “lady” took a liking to one of my female companions, much to her horror and our mirth, the expression on her face was GOLD.

I decided to leave somewhere around the third round of shots, things were getting messy and I am now of an age where I know my limits…I know that will surprise some of you.

So back to the hotel, and straight to bed.

Needless to say, there were even less of us at breakfast the next morning and Berocca’s were issued at the door of our meeting room.  It was my first ever Berocca, they don’t warn you that you should wear sunnies for that first pee! It was a quiet first couple of hours I can tell you!

Then we had another magnificent meal, with wine (of course) in the dining room attached to the very swish bank’s boardroom that was our conference venue.

Eventually it was time to say goodbye, a dash across town, a rather stinky train ride to the airport – it may be convenient but…do people not understand what a bin is? That chewie is not actually a decorating feature…that there is such a thing as deodorant? Anyway…

I was at Sydney airport for hours before my flight, luckily as airports go it doesn’t actually suck too badly.  As is often the way, I ran into several sets of Brisbanites that I knew.

It gave me the chance to people watch, one of my favourite things.  As I sat there like a fool with tears in my eyes watching the reunions it reminded me of the best bit of the movie “Love actually”…the closing credits. “Interesting” clothing choices abounded, and I’m sure I saw Chris Lilley…

And then was the horror of the flight home! I halved my medication and stayed conscious…not my best move.

Sydney it was fun, thanks.