We headed up to Cairns after Greg knocked off work on Friday arve. He drove and I drank a couple of beers. I had it in my head I needed to go out dancing and texted every date-candidate I could think of, but no-one had their dancing shoes on – poor me. After we put the kids to bed at Uncle Christo’s I ended up at a Karaoke party over the fence and sang my first ever Karaoke song – “True Colours” by Cyndi Lauper (but you already knew that), then I backed that performance up with “Ring of Fire”, “Last Kiss” and some Averil Lavigne song. It was good fun. Not quite bustin-a-move in some overcrowded sweaty club though. Greg said he’d try and score some Silverchair/Powderfinger tickets for me for this weekend – that’d well and truly satisfy my need to go out raging.
We watched him scrimmage at the Fishtank on Sunday (he happened to be in the “no shirts” team so that was all good for me) and it looks like he’s going to enter the Superleague Basketball comp’ – that means a 2 hour drive to Cairns every weekend for the next 8 weeks!
Greg’s been encouraged to get into TAFE teaching, for all the apprentices doing fabrication. I think all he needs to do is the “train-the-trainer-training” certificate and then he’d be able to. He briefly contemplated doing a Bachelor of Ed but I reminded him of the MASSIVE amounts of reading that’s involved and although I’d help him out as much as I could I just don’t reckon he’d like all the theory. He’s way too practical – he couldn’t stand it. Anyway I think it’s just part of his plan to get us back up to Cairns where most of our friends are. I’ve got two cousins up there as well and Greg has heaps of family there. Mmmm – we’ll see… It’s just so beautiful here – he’d have to find us an equally beautiful place to live right near the botanical gardens or out near Crystal Cascades. We’d have to pack up all our stuff n rent this house out. Izzy would have to change schools. It’d be a massive big deal. Going to Rusty’s Markets every weekend’d be bloody good though and it’d be nice to get away from the plague of March flies that have just taken over this place...
Anyway I got to get an op-shop in Yay! I spent a bit too much but got some cool stuff including a little Wayne Cooper number.
Me and Iz pulled the juicer out of it’s hiding place this morning and made up a load of pinapple, apple, orange and carrot juice. It was yarr-mee!
Better get going. In the words of JT “mas later bitches”.
Sunday, September 30, 2007
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Sunlit Daze
I’ve had a couple of charmed, yummy days at the beach with the kids. We start off by getting the dream park in the shade right near the health food shop, where we stock up on frozen fruit icecream cups, roasted chick peas, honey dipped banana chips and date and almond rolls. Then we find a good shady spot under a (denutted/Ferinelli/castrato) coconut tree, spread out a throw rug and have a good old munch.
Then the boys have a wade and get busy catching sand crabs. Bubby licks the sand a few times and figures out that it’s not so good in his mouth. Or his eyes for that matter. Bubby gets all excited watching the skydivers land underneath their parachutes. We try and train him to keep his hat on, but every time he whips it off in a flash so we have to head off before his little scone gets too much sun damage.
We stop at Auntie Nicks so the kids can wash the sand out of their hair in the pool (hey, it’s a rental!), have a cuppa and cruise home. What a delicious way to spend a school holiday, or two, or three, or all of them!
Monday, September 24, 2007
Okay, so,
I’m really glad right now that my life is fairly free of commitments other than those relating to parenting. I’m just happy I don’t have any shifts to attend on the ward, because I’m too busy trying to manage hot and cold sweats.
Thankfully I don’t have any curatorial proposals to put forth or the reorganization of any accounts to complete because I have a killer migraine and a pocket of blood vessels behind my left eye that feels about to rupture.
SO glad I don’t have to think about the responsibility of designing a building or studying for a medical exam (or considering which way I should write-myself-off for flunking out) coz I’m too busy loosing 3 liters at a time outta my back passage.
I feel like I’ve got about a gallon of froth from babycinos in my stomach. Except a tad more acidic and toxic than milk froth.
Bubby has had plenty of good reason to practice his new word: “Burp!”
Okay, so… I succumbed, I've joined the legions of the Runny-bums.
(But I promise I won’t write about this anymore – the novelty of being sick has just worn off.)
Thankfully I don’t have any curatorial proposals to put forth or the reorganization of any accounts to complete because I have a killer migraine and a pocket of blood vessels behind my left eye that feels about to rupture.
SO glad I don’t have to think about the responsibility of designing a building or studying for a medical exam (or considering which way I should write-myself-off for flunking out) coz I’m too busy loosing 3 liters at a time outta my back passage.
I feel like I’ve got about a gallon of froth from babycinos in my stomach. Except a tad more acidic and toxic than milk froth.
Bubby has had plenty of good reason to practice his new word: “Burp!”
Okay, so… I succumbed, I've joined the legions of the Runny-bums.
(But I promise I won’t write about this anymore – the novelty of being sick has just worn off.)
Friday, September 21, 2007
Happy Squirtday!
Well it took awhile to determine but it looks like the “spewies followed by the pooies” is some form of contagious gastro, not food poisoning from the festy dog bowl at all – poor Izzy started upchucking just before his birthday dinner. You should have seen me multitask – cooking a huge feed for all the family while trying my best to palm off the littlest Cling-on and emptying out the spew bucket for Iz! As you can imagine a LOT of soft soap was involved! I hope we haven’t passed it onto anyone but everyone was already here!
So I’ve got one little baby who’s starting to adopt the “lollipop look” and doesn’t want to do much of anything besides hang off the boobie and doze – he hasn’t got any energy reserves at all and hasn’t really consumed much solid food in the past 6 days. And one now 11 (!) year old who has been couch (and toilet) bound for the last 12 hours and only just now, managed to feel well enough to blow out the candles on his birthday cake (probably contaminating it but, oh well, you have to blow out your candles – it’s tradition! Nobody has to eat it – it was a token cake.) I’ve been kissing and cuddling them both but you know me, I just soldier on, I’m a machine – a Femme-bot! Honestly though, I have got a bit of a crook guts and these weird sharp pangs going through all my joints and bones but I refuse to succumb.
Other than the misfortune of getting crook on his birthday, Izzy was a very spoilt boy. We bought him a Nintendo DS Lite which came with the Cars game and a pair of And1 basketball shoes. His Dad sent him a heap of Xtreme Sports DVD’s and a little music box thingy that played “Happy Birthday” as you wind it around – how beautiful (that was his girlfriend’s idea). Mum and Nick bought him games and accessories for his DS (watch-out Raven – as soon as we’re travel-hardy he’s coming for a challenge!). He scored a deadly “hardcore gaming cape” from his Great Auntie Marie. And then he collected about $250 worth of birthday money! A majority of which will be going straight into his bank!
We were suppose to head up to Cairns today – Greg’s sister arrives from Brisbane tonight and she still hasn’t met Anakin! But we’re in quarantine and are having a quiet one around the house, caring for the sick patients, catching-up on sleep and doing a few maintenance jobs.
Greg is stoked – he’s gassed his first couple of kegs and yesterday afternoon fitted the beer tap into the door of our old fridge in the carport, so he now has beer on-tap! He was doing his goofy happy dance a lot yesterday! But after a session last night he and Nicholas both agree that he somehow managed to brew non-alcoholic beer – next time he’ll add more dextrose!
I just ran some AntiSpyWare, I hope it fixes all the greebilies.
So I’ve got one little baby who’s starting to adopt the “lollipop look” and doesn’t want to do much of anything besides hang off the boobie and doze – he hasn’t got any energy reserves at all and hasn’t really consumed much solid food in the past 6 days. And one now 11 (!) year old who has been couch (and toilet) bound for the last 12 hours and only just now, managed to feel well enough to blow out the candles on his birthday cake (probably contaminating it but, oh well, you have to blow out your candles – it’s tradition! Nobody has to eat it – it was a token cake.) I’ve been kissing and cuddling them both but you know me, I just soldier on, I’m a machine – a Femme-bot! Honestly though, I have got a bit of a crook guts and these weird sharp pangs going through all my joints and bones but I refuse to succumb.
Other than the misfortune of getting crook on his birthday, Izzy was a very spoilt boy. We bought him a Nintendo DS Lite which came with the Cars game and a pair of And1 basketball shoes. His Dad sent him a heap of Xtreme Sports DVD’s and a little music box thingy that played “Happy Birthday” as you wind it around – how beautiful (that was his girlfriend’s idea). Mum and Nick bought him games and accessories for his DS (watch-out Raven – as soon as we’re travel-hardy he’s coming for a challenge!). He scored a deadly “hardcore gaming cape” from his Great Auntie Marie. And then he collected about $250 worth of birthday money! A majority of which will be going straight into his bank!
We were suppose to head up to Cairns today – Greg’s sister arrives from Brisbane tonight and she still hasn’t met Anakin! But we’re in quarantine and are having a quiet one around the house, caring for the sick patients, catching-up on sleep and doing a few maintenance jobs.
Greg is stoked – he’s gassed his first couple of kegs and yesterday afternoon fitted the beer tap into the door of our old fridge in the carport, so he now has beer on-tap! He was doing his goofy happy dance a lot yesterday! But after a session last night he and Nicholas both agree that he somehow managed to brew non-alcoholic beer – next time he’ll add more dextrose!
I just ran some AntiSpyWare, I hope it fixes all the greebilies.
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
I Heart Blogs
I'm totally wrapped up in this whole blog thing at the moment. I must admit my technological nous is fairly retarded so I'm only just catching on to certain things. I remember our first computer back in '87 was rewired so we could plug it into a cigarette lighter because we only had 12 volt' power. All I used it for was to play "Scavenger Hunt". There was one at our little bush school and all I used that for was "Where in the World is Carmen SanDiego?", which gave me a whole new vocabulary schema - "Rookie", "Super Sleuth"... loved that shit. At Uni' I was forced to use them for blackboard groups and email, but really I only used them effectively for word processing assignments.
Being a SAHM with the internet and a digital camera (and a baby who actually sleeps occasionally, unlike my first one) has really opened me up to the many and glorious uses for this overheated, recently dusted old Dell.
EB was a bit of a fixation while I was preggas. Now I'm loving decorating and posting in my blog and especially reading the other gems I've come across. I haven't had to borrow a book from the library for a while. I'm just sorry I can't take Miss Bea's blog to bed at night. Before kids I always wrote letters. (Tell me if I'm wrong, but that box full of letters you mentioned Tiff, in 100 facts about you, that's got to be 3 quarters mine?) Blogging is giving me the satisfaction of touching bases with friends like writing letters did. But now there's the opportunity to learn about the lives of people from all persuasions and walks of life, first account. It's so interesting. It totally satisfies my voyeuristic tendency, well maybe not totally tottally...
Being a SAHM with the internet and a digital camera (and a baby who actually sleeps occasionally, unlike my first one) has really opened me up to the many and glorious uses for this overheated, recently dusted old Dell.
EB was a bit of a fixation while I was preggas. Now I'm loving decorating and posting in my blog and especially reading the other gems I've come across. I haven't had to borrow a book from the library for a while. I'm just sorry I can't take Miss Bea's blog to bed at night. Before kids I always wrote letters. (Tell me if I'm wrong, but that box full of letters you mentioned Tiff, in 100 facts about you, that's got to be 3 quarters mine?) Blogging is giving me the satisfaction of touching bases with friends like writing letters did. But now there's the opportunity to learn about the lives of people from all persuasions and walks of life, first account. It's so interesting. It totally satisfies my voyeuristic tendency, well maybe not totally tottally...
Monday, September 17, 2007
Poor Little Love
had the spewies yesterday arve for the first time in his life. He woke up from his rather big sleep and fed me every piece of his chopped-up banana and orange. I was thinking he was being very generous and showing off his forking technique but he really didn't want his fruit at all. So next we went into the kitchen to see if a cheese and vegemite sandwich would satisfy but instead he did a big chunder on the floor. (And right on cue Telstra called to try and convert me - don't ya love 'em?)
I was hoping it was just a one-off, and that maybe he had scoffed-down one too many dog bickies that morning before I could drag him away from the dog bowl, but no, his vomits increased in frequency and intensity until about 10 o'clock last night where he shook his head vigourously at the spew bucket as I held his limp little body over it and refused to have another one.
I figured he'd be physically worn out and sleep well but nay. He spent the entire night awake on one titty while scratching and clawing the other one to shreds. That habit of his is so punishing! It totally does my head in. It's torturous!! My chest this morning is lacerated. Looks like I've been flagilating. It's a miracle I continue this breastfeeding relationship of ours - but I suffer through it, sometimes not so stoically, sometimes cursing and wailing. We gave him ice and water all night too - he must have been feeling very dehydrated.
This morning he's very sooky (even more highly unusual than pooing in his nappy) and has a temperature. He's having a sleep at the moment, I'm hoping he wakes up feeling fortified, the little trouper.
Izzy is at home today in his capacity as a carer and a "go-for" (and admittedly because I felt too had-it this morning to get his lunchbox organised.) He's been burning inscense sticks in his room - "Nag Champa". I caught him puffing on the end of one like I use to do with a hunk of mosquito coil. I didn't turn out to be a smoker so I just reminded him he's "smarter than smoking".
I was hoping it was just a one-off, and that maybe he had scoffed-down one too many dog bickies that morning before I could drag him away from the dog bowl, but no, his vomits increased in frequency and intensity until about 10 o'clock last night where he shook his head vigourously at the spew bucket as I held his limp little body over it and refused to have another one.
I figured he'd be physically worn out and sleep well but nay. He spent the entire night awake on one titty while scratching and clawing the other one to shreds. That habit of his is so punishing! It totally does my head in. It's torturous!! My chest this morning is lacerated. Looks like I've been flagilating. It's a miracle I continue this breastfeeding relationship of ours - but I suffer through it, sometimes not so stoically, sometimes cursing and wailing. We gave him ice and water all night too - he must have been feeling very dehydrated.
This morning he's very sooky (even more highly unusual than pooing in his nappy) and has a temperature. He's having a sleep at the moment, I'm hoping he wakes up feeling fortified, the little trouper.
Izzy is at home today in his capacity as a carer and a "go-for" (and admittedly because I felt too had-it this morning to get his lunchbox organised.) He's been burning inscense sticks in his room - "Nag Champa". I caught him puffing on the end of one like I use to do with a hunk of mosquito coil. I didn't turn out to be a smoker so I just reminded him he's "smarter than smoking".
Sunday, September 16, 2007
Jabawokie Girl, Be Gone!
I anticipated the Townsville trip to be a bit of a melodrama – being stuck without our own vehicle and at the mercy of Greg’s sometimes stress-case brother, but it was actually really relaxing. We had plenty of chill-out time in the suite, we took Bubby for lots of walks and a couple of trips to the pool. Greg took Anakin for a morning at the strand while Chris and I successfully took care of business on Saturday. Then we did a bit of shopping and cruised home.
My diet went a bit out the window while I was there though, not to mention the huge lamb roast dinner we ate the night before we left. Greg bought me a vanilla slice which I ate a bit at a time. We had a scrumptious room service dinner really late on Friday night, when I should have been done with eating for the day hours beforehand. Plus on the way home I ate one of those rolls of Cadbury diary milk chocolate, which was half melted and just slid down the gullet way too easy.
A few months ago I decided I only wanted to support local businesses while eating out instead of the multimillion dollar fast food chains, it gets a bit hard considering everything seems to be part of a generic franchise these days but I’m doing very well.
The dog ate through the cord of my Emjoi when I left it out on the verandah one night so I’ve been resembling a part of the Jabawokie family of late. Greg replaced it for me while we were shopping so Woo-hoo! You might actually see me in some shorts sometime soon! (Who am I kidding? I only ever where pants anyway regardless of how hairy my legs are or how hot the weather is.) The brand new little motor hoons along at twice the speed of my old clapped out one so in the time I save I might have the chance to take on a new hobby. (Who am I kidding – more like “a” hobby”.) If an iridologist examined my eyes they’d find a big black spot right over my adrenal gland – that’s from all the years of painful hair removal I’ve had to endure. It’s not the most fun thing to do (that’s why I still haven’t done it yet!) but hey the results are pretty fab – if only it removed the spider veins as well…
I had to deal with a pooey nappy yesterday because we were out at the markets and couldn’t make it home in time for the potty. It was a highly unusual event. The poor baby had it spread all over his bum and it was all pretty revolting which makes me wonder why more people don’t get there babies on the potty asap. (Meaning as soon as you can help them sit up on it properly – like 4 months old!) Some Mums have mentioned that it’s cruel to force them into toilet training, that they should lead the process blah blah blah. What I reckon is cruel is leaving them to shit in their pants and underestimating their ability to comprehend what a toilet or potty is for, and use it!
Izzy lost a tooth at the markets yesterday, so he’s buying a chocolate milk today with his tooth fairy money. Hee hee.
We’ve been filling up on green coconut milk since our mate the coconut man sent us home with a bunch of freebies yesterday. God I love that stuff. Chocked full of goodness! And the immature nut is SO yum. I could live on it.
We received our rates notices in the mail the other day (plural!). Ouch – that’s hurtin’ – but in a good way!
My diet went a bit out the window while I was there though, not to mention the huge lamb roast dinner we ate the night before we left. Greg bought me a vanilla slice which I ate a bit at a time. We had a scrumptious room service dinner really late on Friday night, when I should have been done with eating for the day hours beforehand. Plus on the way home I ate one of those rolls of Cadbury diary milk chocolate, which was half melted and just slid down the gullet way too easy.
A few months ago I decided I only wanted to support local businesses while eating out instead of the multimillion dollar fast food chains, it gets a bit hard considering everything seems to be part of a generic franchise these days but I’m doing very well.
The dog ate through the cord of my Emjoi when I left it out on the verandah one night so I’ve been resembling a part of the Jabawokie family of late. Greg replaced it for me while we were shopping so Woo-hoo! You might actually see me in some shorts sometime soon! (Who am I kidding? I only ever where pants anyway regardless of how hairy my legs are or how hot the weather is.) The brand new little motor hoons along at twice the speed of my old clapped out one so in the time I save I might have the chance to take on a new hobby. (Who am I kidding – more like “a” hobby”.) If an iridologist examined my eyes they’d find a big black spot right over my adrenal gland – that’s from all the years of painful hair removal I’ve had to endure. It’s not the most fun thing to do (that’s why I still haven’t done it yet!) but hey the results are pretty fab – if only it removed the spider veins as well…
I had to deal with a pooey nappy yesterday because we were out at the markets and couldn’t make it home in time for the potty. It was a highly unusual event. The poor baby had it spread all over his bum and it was all pretty revolting which makes me wonder why more people don’t get there babies on the potty asap. (Meaning as soon as you can help them sit up on it properly – like 4 months old!) Some Mums have mentioned that it’s cruel to force them into toilet training, that they should lead the process blah blah blah. What I reckon is cruel is leaving them to shit in their pants and underestimating their ability to comprehend what a toilet or potty is for, and use it!
Izzy lost a tooth at the markets yesterday, so he’s buying a chocolate milk today with his tooth fairy money. Hee hee.
We’ve been filling up on green coconut milk since our mate the coconut man sent us home with a bunch of freebies yesterday. God I love that stuff. Chocked full of goodness! And the immature nut is SO yum. I could live on it.
We received our rates notices in the mail the other day (plural!). Ouch – that’s hurtin’ – but in a good way!
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Tit!
I'm beginning to wish I didn't call Anakin's favourite meal of the day "Titty". He's not one of these babies that puts a "y" sound on the end of everything - He says "Bird" not "Birdie", he says "Dad!" not "Daddy". Well he looks at my boobs hungrily smacking his lips and laughing with excited anticpation and exclaims "Tit!". Sounds terrible!
Mum cut Izzy's hair yesterday. I spent the morning trying to reassure him that it's not that bad. (While wetting my hands and smoothing that bit down and scruching out the next bit.) Mum rang up to ask "How's his haircut? Well I din't mean to cut it that short the wind kept blowing his hair into the clippers!!" She cuts it outside on top of her hill in the whipping wind so she doesn't have to sweep afterwards and expects it to turn out okay. Talk about cutting corners! I knew I should have been there to supervise the job!
He's in a play at school tomorrow, plus he's got surf lifesaving and is staying at a mates place after school. With costumes and cozzies and spare clothes for the weekend he's going to need to take a bloody suitcase.
Greg's got the day off tomorrow. We have to go to Townsville with his brother who has a meeting on Saturday morning with his estranged ex to put a Parenting Plan in place. I'm Chris's "support person" so Greg needs to be there to take care of Bub. Mum and Nick are going down there to shop the same day! I'm getting the raw deal!
Monday, September 10, 2007
Another Crazy Bird!
I'm weak, my heart is racing... I thought my last too-close-encounter with a crazy cassowary was bad enough, this time was way worse!
Bubby and I were having our usual playtime outside - he was cruising about picking bright orange fungus off logs, climbing up the pushbikes leaning against the side of the house... I was trailing around after him making sure he didn't chow-down on the orange fungus or get his leg caught in any spokes. Anyway he found himself a tennis ball to play with and parked himself on top of the septic tank (noice) in the sun next to the dog and I parked myself back on the outdoor lounge with the realestate guide about 10 meters away.
Next thing I know, I hear a familiar hissing sound, the ruffling of a lot of feathers and the dog barking. Fark! I knew what that meant - the resident cassowary and his chick where coming down the bank for a rummage through the compost but encountered the resident mutt (and arch enemy) on the way!! I had to run towards the cassowary who was running towards Snoop to scoop up Anakin and pace it in through the back door. Holy Shit - you should've seen how fast I moved. INTERCEPT!!
Anakin wasn't fazed - he's always wanted to get that close to the cassowary. But me! Fark
Sunday, September 9, 2007
Hungry...less hungry
Okay, I started. On day one Greg and his brother begged me to go with them to the all-you-can eat bistro for dinner but I flat out refused, still sickened by the memory of my over-gorged feeling from the night before.
Instead, for the day I ate: a handful of cashews, almonds and walnuts, a banana a small avocado, a lime and a little bowl of pasta. I’ll tell ya – I was starvin’-hungry all day, being used to eating all that in one sitting!
Yesterday I went with Nick and Anakin for a visit to Nana and Granddads’, we saw my Great Uncle Dick and Auntie Dawnie, Dad and Pep (my brother’s dad).
While there I resisted Tina wafers, I resisted fruit cake, I resisted ham and tomato sandwiches and ate paw-paw, a banana and a dried pear instead. Then I got home and ate a gigantic salad and tuna wrap. That did me for the rest of the day. (Except for a yummy macadamia shortbread with my green tea after the kids bedtime.)
Today I’ve had a kiwi fruit and another dried pear. I’m heaps less hungry than I was on day one that’s for sure. My stomach has had to of reduce down a bit from its football size!
I don’t want to compromise the quality of my breastmilk though but I’m figuring if it needs a little more fat content it can just tap into the great stores I have all around my middle!
Been loving the coverage of the US Open the last two days. Bubby’s not interested in watching telle but he does pay attention to the tennis and the footy every now and again.
We went out to the block yesterday arve after it had been slashed and got to traipse around the whole one and a half acres. It was so awesome being out there with the kids and the dog. Isaiah and Anakin hung out on a picnic rug in the shade of the guava trees eating vege chips and playing while me and Greg planted, fertilized and watered about 10 gums. I am so fuckin’ happy about it all! The whole place is like knee deep in dry guinea grass. I dunno what we’re going to do about that – raking it up and burning it would take SO long! But there’s no chance of any lawn growing underneath it all! Might just have to do a bit at a time.
At least a couple of times a year I have these dreams that I’m out of control of a vehicle, it’s usually because I can’t reach the pedals or because I can’s see the road properly and it’s usually Greg’s car I’m driving?? I NEVER end up crashing or hurting any of my passengers or bystanders but I’m always waiting for it to happen. Had one of those this morning. Wonder what it means.
Instead, for the day I ate: a handful of cashews, almonds and walnuts, a banana a small avocado, a lime and a little bowl of pasta. I’ll tell ya – I was starvin’-hungry all day, being used to eating all that in one sitting!
Yesterday I went with Nick and Anakin for a visit to Nana and Granddads’, we saw my Great Uncle Dick and Auntie Dawnie, Dad and Pep (my brother’s dad).
While there I resisted Tina wafers, I resisted fruit cake, I resisted ham and tomato sandwiches and ate paw-paw, a banana and a dried pear instead. Then I got home and ate a gigantic salad and tuna wrap. That did me for the rest of the day. (Except for a yummy macadamia shortbread with my green tea after the kids bedtime.)
Today I’ve had a kiwi fruit and another dried pear. I’m heaps less hungry than I was on day one that’s for sure. My stomach has had to of reduce down a bit from its football size!
I don’t want to compromise the quality of my breastmilk though but I’m figuring if it needs a little more fat content it can just tap into the great stores I have all around my middle!
Been loving the coverage of the US Open the last two days. Bubby’s not interested in watching telle but he does pay attention to the tennis and the footy every now and again.
We went out to the block yesterday arve after it had been slashed and got to traipse around the whole one and a half acres. It was so awesome being out there with the kids and the dog. Isaiah and Anakin hung out on a picnic rug in the shade of the guava trees eating vege chips and playing while me and Greg planted, fertilized and watered about 10 gums. I am so fuckin’ happy about it all! The whole place is like knee deep in dry guinea grass. I dunno what we’re going to do about that – raking it up and burning it would take SO long! But there’s no chance of any lawn growing underneath it all! Might just have to do a bit at a time.
At least a couple of times a year I have these dreams that I’m out of control of a vehicle, it’s usually because I can’t reach the pedals or because I can’s see the road properly and it’s usually Greg’s car I’m driving?? I NEVER end up crashing or hurting any of my passengers or bystanders but I’m always waiting for it to happen. Had one of those this morning. Wonder what it means.
Friday, September 7, 2007
Fed Up
(If I had a coffeeshop that's what I'd call it. Or "Get Fed". People could say "Let's Get Fed")
Good God I’m full. I am an absolute glutinous pig! Another over-eating episode that is “family night” has just taken place and I feel disgustingly well fed. I’ve basically had dinner and tomorrows’ breakfast all at once
I think I’ve had enough of my mudguts. I caught sight of it in the reflection of the sliding door today and it nearly made me thow up into my mouth (like that chick off “Dodgeball”.) I’m weighing an extra 5 kilos for sure but still squishing into my old clothes with all the fatness spilling and bulging – it’s not a good look for me.
Some serious action needs to be taken. I need to become a fruitarian and have a colonic irrigation or something!
Starting tomorrow!
Good God I’m full. I am an absolute glutinous pig! Another over-eating episode that is “family night” has just taken place and I feel disgustingly well fed. I’ve basically had dinner and tomorrows’ breakfast all at once
I think I’ve had enough of my mudguts. I caught sight of it in the reflection of the sliding door today and it nearly made me thow up into my mouth (like that chick off “Dodgeball”.) I’m weighing an extra 5 kilos for sure but still squishing into my old clothes with all the fatness spilling and bulging – it’s not a good look for me.
Some serious action needs to be taken. I need to become a fruitarian and have a colonic irrigation or something!
Starting tomorrow!
Thursday, September 6, 2007
The Stupid Drunk Girl that's not really Me
I had a dream this morning that I was the obnoxious drunk girl you always see at a party. I was greeting all the sober newcomers by grabbing them around the middle and jumping up and down with them. I was making foreign-language-speaking backpackers do schoolyard clapping games with me that they had no idea about. I was eating dry biscuits and accidentally blowing the crumbs out all over peoples’ lips while talking too loudly about nothing. There was a young dance troupe fundraising as entertainment, of course I was trying to join in the routine and making a complete wanker of myself. Total cringe material… I never was that girl by the way. Well, not that I can remember…
Nick had business with Dixon homes yesterday so phoned me early in the morning with an invitation for me and Bubby to go shopping in Cairns with her. It so happened that I’d just been drawing up a September calendar and penning in all our commitments and wondering when the dickens I was going to be able to buy Izzy’s birthday presents. So we dropped Iz off at school and off we went with Auntie Nick.
Having a relaxing browse through the shops proved difficult with Bubby, yet again. Poor kid hates shopping at the best of times but was suffering pretty bad with his teeth (he has four molars all coming through together!), he didn’t want to eat much and kept pointing into his mouth and complaining. Auntie Tiff bought him Saxon the Snake to cheer him up and we did our best to keep him happy, by sitting him on every bloody ride in the whole shop and hiring one of those little buggies to cruise around in, which came with some complimentary make-up and half a squashed sausage roll. Luckily I didn’t have too much of an agenda, I was able to get exactly what I wanted for Izzy straight away and then cruising around entertaining Bubby’s little fancies was fine. I’m having to deal with op-shopping withdrawals though, maybe the opportunity will present itself next time.
Family night is here tonight. First time! We’re having a big curry with rice and pappadums and condiments, followed by Belgian waffles…And I’ve already had left over Alfredo for breakfast followed by a chocolate chip scone and one and a half kettles of green tea!
Nick had business with Dixon homes yesterday so phoned me early in the morning with an invitation for me and Bubby to go shopping in Cairns with her. It so happened that I’d just been drawing up a September calendar and penning in all our commitments and wondering when the dickens I was going to be able to buy Izzy’s birthday presents. So we dropped Iz off at school and off we went with Auntie Nick.
Having a relaxing browse through the shops proved difficult with Bubby, yet again. Poor kid hates shopping at the best of times but was suffering pretty bad with his teeth (he has four molars all coming through together!), he didn’t want to eat much and kept pointing into his mouth and complaining. Auntie Tiff bought him Saxon the Snake to cheer him up and we did our best to keep him happy, by sitting him on every bloody ride in the whole shop and hiring one of those little buggies to cruise around in, which came with some complimentary make-up and half a squashed sausage roll. Luckily I didn’t have too much of an agenda, I was able to get exactly what I wanted for Izzy straight away and then cruising around entertaining Bubby’s little fancies was fine. I’m having to deal with op-shopping withdrawals though, maybe the opportunity will present itself next time.
Family night is here tonight. First time! We’re having a big curry with rice and pappadums and condiments, followed by Belgian waffles…And I’ve already had left over Alfredo for breakfast followed by a chocolate chip scone and one and a half kettles of green tea!
Monday, September 3, 2007
Floaties, and not the kind kids use for swimming..
Greg and I had some child-free time after dinner last night which lead to his pursuit of me into the shower. It got lovely and steamy, we ran a bath (we only need about three inches of water because once Greg lowers in his 2 meter tall self it comes right up to the top!) and added some honey and baking soda (I’ve been using a combination of common household ingredients on my skin since the purchase of the block the budget doesn’t allow for normal facial skincare products!) Greg even brought us in a glass of my favourite red wine to enjoy. Which I was, until I discovered…FLOATIES! (Just in my wine glass.) Sick!
Now I must explain I don’t live in a grotto or anything, but it’s not like I polish the glassware either – he’d pulled this one right from the back of the cupboard and failed to give it a rinse or even glance into it as he was pouring apparently, because I’m sure I swallowed some old cockroach legs or two, maybe the shell of a baby gecko egg… Oh man that’s so gross. I haven’t got the most refined palate and I only enjoy one measly wine – it’s a seasonal Brown Brothers sweet red, “Cienna”, tastes just like cherries, it’s so delicious and if this little floaty incident has turned me off it that nice time in the tub with Greg was so not worth it! Grrr!
Anakin joined his first “Playgroup” yesterday. It was heaps of fun playing with him on all the equipment and seeing his reaction as he sat with a bunch of other Littles for fruit time and singing. I nearly cried watching his precious face. He has loved cars for ages and wants to spend all his time in ours – turning the hazard lights on and off, dancing or relaxing to the music on the stereo, throwing around all Greg’s “pie money”. So he spent most of his playgroup time with me zooming him around on this:
It was a bit of a struggle keeping him awake during his feed before we left and then on the way down there as it’s on just as he would usually be having his first sleep. To tell you the truth it’s not his “first” sleep but rather his “only” sleep these days. But I’m trying my hardest to be in denial about that!
My 14year old niece has moved to Mum’s for a while, so her and Izzy are now in walking distance of each other. They caught up here for the arvie and then spent the night up there playing Uno and stuff. It’ll be so nice having her around more. She calls Anakin “Little Nicky”. That means there’s Aunty Nick, Uncle Nicholas and Little Nicky.
Iz had me in stitches this morning doing an impression of the little girl next door – her Mum reckons she has anger management issues because she flies off into these fits of rage where she goes red in the face and tears instantly start squirting out of her eyes and you can almost see the steam rising up off her – anyway, Iz does his thing – he sings a line of all these songs and joins them together in a single stream and does all the dance movements to go with it. He starts off singing an Usher song (doing the smooth moves) and runs it into “old Grandma, she ain’t what she used to be…” (dacking himself and knocking his knees in and out” and then "don't touch me coz I'm electric..(accompanied by the robot) and it goes on and on, interjected with random noises and some meditation mantra that apparently her dad uses to try and calm her down. Poor girl, I shouldn’t laugh but he’s a total crack-up.
Now I must explain I don’t live in a grotto or anything, but it’s not like I polish the glassware either – he’d pulled this one right from the back of the cupboard and failed to give it a rinse or even glance into it as he was pouring apparently, because I’m sure I swallowed some old cockroach legs or two, maybe the shell of a baby gecko egg… Oh man that’s so gross. I haven’t got the most refined palate and I only enjoy one measly wine – it’s a seasonal Brown Brothers sweet red, “Cienna”, tastes just like cherries, it’s so delicious and if this little floaty incident has turned me off it that nice time in the tub with Greg was so not worth it! Grrr!
Anakin joined his first “Playgroup” yesterday. It was heaps of fun playing with him on all the equipment and seeing his reaction as he sat with a bunch of other Littles for fruit time and singing. I nearly cried watching his precious face. He has loved cars for ages and wants to spend all his time in ours – turning the hazard lights on and off, dancing or relaxing to the music on the stereo, throwing around all Greg’s “pie money”. So he spent most of his playgroup time with me zooming him around on this:
It was a bit of a struggle keeping him awake during his feed before we left and then on the way down there as it’s on just as he would usually be having his first sleep. To tell you the truth it’s not his “first” sleep but rather his “only” sleep these days. But I’m trying my hardest to be in denial about that!
My 14year old niece has moved to Mum’s for a while, so her and Izzy are now in walking distance of each other. They caught up here for the arvie and then spent the night up there playing Uno and stuff. It’ll be so nice having her around more. She calls Anakin “Little Nicky”. That means there’s Aunty Nick, Uncle Nicholas and Little Nicky.
Iz had me in stitches this morning doing an impression of the little girl next door – her Mum reckons she has anger management issues because she flies off into these fits of rage where she goes red in the face and tears instantly start squirting out of her eyes and you can almost see the steam rising up off her – anyway, Iz does his thing – he sings a line of all these songs and joins them together in a single stream and does all the dance movements to go with it. He starts off singing an Usher song (doing the smooth moves) and runs it into “old Grandma, she ain’t what she used to be…” (dacking himself and knocking his knees in and out” and then "don't touch me coz I'm electric..(accompanied by the robot) and it goes on and on, interjected with random noises and some meditation mantra that apparently her dad uses to try and calm her down. Poor girl, I shouldn’t laugh but he’s a total crack-up.
Sunday, September 2, 2007
Love Ya Work
After a couple too many drinks in the shed last night Greg came in to smooch me up and tell me how much he loves me (“Ahhrr” I thought). But then he walks away muttering “I’m gunna marry the sh*t outta you one day Babe”. God, talk about eloquent. What a refined man I snagged myself!
I just finished painting the laundry door “Caesar Stone”. (After sweeping and mopping out all the chicken poo – I need a coup bad!) It’s going to become the official place to record the kids’ heights each birthday.
Poor Greg didn’t score too majorly for Fathers Day because we spoiled him so much last weekend for his birthday. We bought him a big straw broom to keep his shed clean and some yummy chocolate coated almonds. As soon as I drag myself away from the computer I’ll be making him some more Apricot balls too.
We spent the morning at the markets eating burgers and peach blossoms. Anakin tested out his first pair of shoes, a soft little pair of white and blue play-gro sneakers, by traipsing around all over the park. (His hands are becoming less outstretched and zombie-like and are coming down by his sides more as he gains confidence.) He is so adorable.
In the arvie we went down to the beach with the neighbours and their kids. The fellas threw a line in off the jetty with the older kids and we hung out while Anakin had his first real play on the beach. He loved it! Filling up his trucks with sand, squashing castles, staggering around in the surf, eating bananas… He went a bit crazy when the salt water started drying on him so I rinsed him off under a near-by tap to stop the itching and rugged him up. Then it was off to the nearest take-away for fish n chips. We’re going to rendezvous again later when the kids are asleep for a glass of red and a mow-vie. “A Scanner Darkly”
When we tried phoning Izzy’s dad earlier to say Happy Father’s Day he was in heavy traffic and couldn’t answer so he called us when he got in. I would have offered to call him back again so he didn’t have to pay but the last time he was here he spent the whole time informing me what a sh*t phone plan I’m on and how deadly his own one is – so bugger him!
I just finished painting the laundry door “Caesar Stone”. (After sweeping and mopping out all the chicken poo – I need a coup bad!) It’s going to become the official place to record the kids’ heights each birthday.
Poor Greg didn’t score too majorly for Fathers Day because we spoiled him so much last weekend for his birthday. We bought him a big straw broom to keep his shed clean and some yummy chocolate coated almonds. As soon as I drag myself away from the computer I’ll be making him some more Apricot balls too.
We spent the morning at the markets eating burgers and peach blossoms. Anakin tested out his first pair of shoes, a soft little pair of white and blue play-gro sneakers, by traipsing around all over the park. (His hands are becoming less outstretched and zombie-like and are coming down by his sides more as he gains confidence.) He is so adorable.
In the arvie we went down to the beach with the neighbours and their kids. The fellas threw a line in off the jetty with the older kids and we hung out while Anakin had his first real play on the beach. He loved it! Filling up his trucks with sand, squashing castles, staggering around in the surf, eating bananas… He went a bit crazy when the salt water started drying on him so I rinsed him off under a near-by tap to stop the itching and rugged him up. Then it was off to the nearest take-away for fish n chips. We’re going to rendezvous again later when the kids are asleep for a glass of red and a mow-vie. “A Scanner Darkly”
When we tried phoning Izzy’s dad earlier to say Happy Father’s Day he was in heavy traffic and couldn’t answer so he called us when he got in. I would have offered to call him back again so he didn’t have to pay but the last time he was here he spent the whole time informing me what a sh*t phone plan I’m on and how deadly his own one is – so bugger him!
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