Me and my sister took a drive together yesterday and it gave us the chance to catch up on some stuff. Except she had this horrible story to tell me about how the husband of an old married couple she cleans for tried to crack onto her. I hate when I get word that the seemingly beautiful marriages I adore are a big sham!
It’s given me a mini meltdown. I mean outwardly you would think these people had it made – they take weekends together in the camper, read books together by the water…and then you find out this kinda sh*t happens behind the scenes. I want married couples to admire! Ones that stick it out for ever – committed and loving, not because they’re there under obligation and duress. There isn’t any!!I think – why do we even bother? Trying your hardest to negotiate you way through a relationship to make it work so you can go grey with someone and pull up your rocking chair beside him when you’re both old fogies, talking about the grandkiddies. Meanwhile who knows if you give yourself to a relationship for 10 or 20 or 30 years and then you get betrayed and shafted anyway??
I suppose there are no guarantees in life. I’m just a bit cynical as a child from divorced parents who seem to change partners every 6 or 7 years or so and me and most everyone else I know having had babies out of wedlock. And every one else’s marriages being a big joke. I don’t know any fairytales firsthand that’s for sure. It’s depressing.
And then I asked Greg if he was curious about other women and he said ‘Yes”! And that makes me feel like sh*t too. I suppose that’s no sin though, unless of course he acted on his curiousity. He has these “nightmares” (?) that he succumbs to other women and he realizes what a sacrifice he’s made and his betrayal totally wrecks him and he’s left sick and spent. And then he worries one day that he’ll do something to wreck our relationship and I’m like “Yep, that’d do it” and emphasise to him that you don’t let things just happen to you, you make CHOICES! And that if you don’t want to do anything to jeopardize our good thing then don’t! Anyway, he reckons I’ve got nothing to worry about and that he wants us to grow as a family and that we’ll be married one day. I don’t know if I want to be married to a man who agrees that he’s curious about other girls. I’d be married to an honest one though!I don’t know if all this is something I should be expressing on an online journal. But I’m real. Whatever.
Enough of this misery stuff.
My massage client rang back for another visit tomorrow. Yay!
Thursday, May 10, 2007
Wednesday, May 9, 2007
Ammendments
Just so I’m not misleading anyone I need to clear up a few things that I have previously mentioned here. Sounds serious hey? But it’s not.
Firstly, once I mentioned I was taking Mum’s year 3’s while she goes away on her holiday to Belgium. Well she’s still going but the administrator had offered the job to another teacher before I made my final decision. I’m not really shedding any tears over that one coz Bubby is still on the boobie at least 3 times during school hours and I’m sure plenty more opportunities for work will arise when I’m well and truly ready. Not just thinking about being kinda ready…
Then there was a little mention of me using my spinner for 15 minutes a day. That lasted 3 days in a row. Marginally better than the last time I set out to use it regularly which happened just for that one day. Shameful I know.Umm, what else.
Oh yeah my New Years resolutions way back in my first entry. One was not to start fights with my man – you only have to read my last entry to notice I’m not doing too good there. And to pash him at least once a day, mmmm can’t remember the last time I did that…Man I’ve got to start over!
Yoga kind of fell by the wayside coz it took an eternity to get there – with all the driving and mountain climbing and cassowary dodging. But I really would like to start that up again, just wish the venue would change.I kind of traded Yoga in for my Funk Fitness classes and Izzy traded his HipHop classes for basketball. Talk about dabblers.
I didn’t make it to the high school musical either, so no dressing up for me – there was no matinee, only a night time performance on Saturday and even though Daddy is Anakin’s main man during the daylight hours, he’d fully kamikaze off the furniture to get to his Mumma come night time and I didn’t want to leave him until 11pm, so I missed out on that. But don’t worry I’m planning a night out in mid August…
Here's a picture of "my" block - Well I haven't signed the contract yet but lets hope I don't have to amend my story on that one!
Oh yeah and I need to tell you I don't have to remember the last time I kissed my man, it was last night...
Firstly, once I mentioned I was taking Mum’s year 3’s while she goes away on her holiday to Belgium. Well she’s still going but the administrator had offered the job to another teacher before I made my final decision. I’m not really shedding any tears over that one coz Bubby is still on the boobie at least 3 times during school hours and I’m sure plenty more opportunities for work will arise when I’m well and truly ready. Not just thinking about being kinda ready…
Then there was a little mention of me using my spinner for 15 minutes a day. That lasted 3 days in a row. Marginally better than the last time I set out to use it regularly which happened just for that one day. Shameful I know.Umm, what else.
Oh yeah my New Years resolutions way back in my first entry. One was not to start fights with my man – you only have to read my last entry to notice I’m not doing too good there. And to pash him at least once a day, mmmm can’t remember the last time I did that…Man I’ve got to start over!
Yoga kind of fell by the wayside coz it took an eternity to get there – with all the driving and mountain climbing and cassowary dodging. But I really would like to start that up again, just wish the venue would change.I kind of traded Yoga in for my Funk Fitness classes and Izzy traded his HipHop classes for basketball. Talk about dabblers.
I didn’t make it to the high school musical either, so no dressing up for me – there was no matinee, only a night time performance on Saturday and even though Daddy is Anakin’s main man during the daylight hours, he’d fully kamikaze off the furniture to get to his Mumma come night time and I didn’t want to leave him until 11pm, so I missed out on that. But don’t worry I’m planning a night out in mid August…
Here's a picture of "my" block - Well I haven't signed the contract yet but lets hope I don't have to amend my story on that one!
Oh yeah and I need to tell you I don't have to remember the last time I kissed my man, it was last night...
Tuesday, May 8, 2007
Mega Winge
I spent most of the weekend totally infuriated with Greg. God he gives me the sh*ts sometimes.
We had a dinner date arranged with Mum on Saturday evening but my brother came and whisked Greg away to the resort hours earlier (leaving me to get everything organized as per usual) so by the time we all met up for dinner they were both sloshed. In between great platefuls of food my little brother spent his time competing with Izzy in who could make the smallest paper aeroplane and who could hunt out the biggest toad from the garden bed and kick it further into the ocean, that said he behaved himself exceptionally better than Greg, who was staggering and slurring and showing off and fumbling (the baby!!)
Sometimes I think there’s a lot to be said for settling down with a more mature man, not one that’s six years younger than you and prone to bouts of alcohol induced adolescence.
Greg dodged a big earbashing from me and got a lift with Mum instead, I beat them home and was putting Anakin down when he snuck in to grab his shoes, they’d talked Mum into taking them back down to the resort so they could pick up where they had left off. Izzy lectured him for me: “Mum’s going to be so mad at you! She’ll make you sleep in the hammock!” Greg reckons “I like the hammock!” What a sh*t! It’s not a one off either, he’s drunk and embarrassing a lot!
I had friends and their kids arrive late at night. Nice, normal, sober ones. So after the kids went to bed we stayed up looking at photos and having cuppas. Luckily for Greg they put me in a more acceptable mood so when he did eventually arrive I didn’t throw him and all his work clothes back out the door again. He got ignored until he lay down on the lino’ and started swearing in his sleep.(Greg’s like one of those dolls that automatically shut their eyes when you tip their heads back. I swear he’s missing a brainwave cycle – one second he’s wide awake and having a conversation then he closes his eyes, convulses a few times and he’s fast asleep, dreaming.)
God he’s annoying. All the time. I hollered choice words at him this morning from bed as he got ready for work (I didn’t even see him but I abused him anyway.) He gets up to do this long stretching routine every morning, that, coupled with his weights routine in the arvie leaves him next to no time to do anything that would actually be helpful in any way!! Plus he’d probably be in fine form if he gave his liver a break and just laid off the alchy! I told him “I’m sick of living with you!” “Take all your sh*t and go somewhere else!”
You know, poor Izzy had a migraine headache for the first time in his life last night and spewed all over his bedroom floor. All Greg could say was “Make him clean it up!” That’s so mean! (I think he realized how mean it was though coz he got straight out of the shower and cleaned it up himself!)
And little Bubby has the snottygobbles for the first time. I’m having to chase him around with a washer all the time to clean his face up – other than that he doesn’t care, it hasn’t really phased him at all. I’ll feed him up on green coconut milk and he’ll be fine.Anyway I’m sick of all this whinging. I’ll come back when I’ve got something better to say!
We had a dinner date arranged with Mum on Saturday evening but my brother came and whisked Greg away to the resort hours earlier (leaving me to get everything organized as per usual) so by the time we all met up for dinner they were both sloshed. In between great platefuls of food my little brother spent his time competing with Izzy in who could make the smallest paper aeroplane and who could hunt out the biggest toad from the garden bed and kick it further into the ocean, that said he behaved himself exceptionally better than Greg, who was staggering and slurring and showing off and fumbling (the baby!!)
Sometimes I think there’s a lot to be said for settling down with a more mature man, not one that’s six years younger than you and prone to bouts of alcohol induced adolescence.
Greg dodged a big earbashing from me and got a lift with Mum instead, I beat them home and was putting Anakin down when he snuck in to grab his shoes, they’d talked Mum into taking them back down to the resort so they could pick up where they had left off. Izzy lectured him for me: “Mum’s going to be so mad at you! She’ll make you sleep in the hammock!” Greg reckons “I like the hammock!” What a sh*t! It’s not a one off either, he’s drunk and embarrassing a lot!
I had friends and their kids arrive late at night. Nice, normal, sober ones. So after the kids went to bed we stayed up looking at photos and having cuppas. Luckily for Greg they put me in a more acceptable mood so when he did eventually arrive I didn’t throw him and all his work clothes back out the door again. He got ignored until he lay down on the lino’ and started swearing in his sleep.(Greg’s like one of those dolls that automatically shut their eyes when you tip their heads back. I swear he’s missing a brainwave cycle – one second he’s wide awake and having a conversation then he closes his eyes, convulses a few times and he’s fast asleep, dreaming.)
God he’s annoying. All the time. I hollered choice words at him this morning from bed as he got ready for work (I didn’t even see him but I abused him anyway.) He gets up to do this long stretching routine every morning, that, coupled with his weights routine in the arvie leaves him next to no time to do anything that would actually be helpful in any way!! Plus he’d probably be in fine form if he gave his liver a break and just laid off the alchy! I told him “I’m sick of living with you!” “Take all your sh*t and go somewhere else!”
You know, poor Izzy had a migraine headache for the first time in his life last night and spewed all over his bedroom floor. All Greg could say was “Make him clean it up!” That’s so mean! (I think he realized how mean it was though coz he got straight out of the shower and cleaned it up himself!)
And little Bubby has the snottygobbles for the first time. I’m having to chase him around with a washer all the time to clean his face up – other than that he doesn’t care, it hasn’t really phased him at all. I’ll feed him up on green coconut milk and he’ll be fine.Anyway I’m sick of all this whinging. I’ll come back when I’ve got something better to say!
Monday, May 7, 2007
Gods R Smiling On Me
Well the trip into town yesterday was very productive. Me and Bubby raced to the block to try to meet Daddy on his lunch break so we could umm and arr over the place together, we just missed him though so we had to do that on our own.
It’s AWESOME!! Who would of thought a big patch of long grass and sensitive weed would evoke such enthusiasm, but it does! Approaching the block from the road you come to the narrowest side of our boundary on top of a hillock (great for a house pad), then the whole one and a half acres just spreads out gently below you, reaching a nature strip of trees that protects the banks of the creek!
I met the lady in town who gave me the council plan of the area and then straight across to the solicitors who happened to be able to see me without an appointment – the receptionist called me “one lucky girl”. He is representing both parties and gathered all my details for the contract. We have 14 days to get finance approved and then 14 days until settlement date!!!!!
I am SO stoked. All the other properties that Greg and I couldn’t agree on in the past, and the opportunities that seemed to slip us by where all just so we could reach this point unencumbered. I feel like my dream’s come true!! I spent the whole day yesterday saying “Oh my God Bubby, Oh my God…”
I’m nearly jumping out of my skin! I used to take Bubby for drives around that area, in and out of all the closes looking for 4 Sale signs and that court was always my favourite and I'd say “I want to live there”!
And the Gods smiled on me again – I got a phone call this morning for a massage. YAY – my first client!!
Bubby is getting his 6th tooth! He went from having none to six in what feels like about a month! And he had his first milk arrowroot yesterday, he thinks they’re a bit all right! But he still likes Titty for main course and desert.
It’s AWESOME!! Who would of thought a big patch of long grass and sensitive weed would evoke such enthusiasm, but it does! Approaching the block from the road you come to the narrowest side of our boundary on top of a hillock (great for a house pad), then the whole one and a half acres just spreads out gently below you, reaching a nature strip of trees that protects the banks of the creek!
I met the lady in town who gave me the council plan of the area and then straight across to the solicitors who happened to be able to see me without an appointment – the receptionist called me “one lucky girl”. He is representing both parties and gathered all my details for the contract. We have 14 days to get finance approved and then 14 days until settlement date!!!!!
I am SO stoked. All the other properties that Greg and I couldn’t agree on in the past, and the opportunities that seemed to slip us by where all just so we could reach this point unencumbered. I feel like my dream’s come true!! I spent the whole day yesterday saying “Oh my God Bubby, Oh my God…”
I’m nearly jumping out of my skin! I used to take Bubby for drives around that area, in and out of all the closes looking for 4 Sale signs and that court was always my favourite and I'd say “I want to live there”!
And the Gods smiled on me again – I got a phone call this morning for a massage. YAY – my first client!!
Bubby is getting his 6th tooth! He went from having none to six in what feels like about a month! And he had his first milk arrowroot yesterday, he thinks they’re a bit all right! But he still likes Titty for main course and desert.
Sunday, May 6, 2007
Glory Be!
Man I have to tell you how excited I am!!
So much stuff happened over the weekend including the arrival of a baby cousin for Anakin – little boy of Uncle Christo and sadly, his estranged ex-girlfriend. So first we had a trip to Cairns for Iz to see his Dad followed by an impromptu journey to Townsville with Chris who, after being given the news of his boys arrival didn’t stop crying for a good 48 hours. He was really happy to have some of his side of the family there to support him at the hospital surrounded by all of hers. Anyway things went very “amicably”, in fact that was like word of the day! For him all tension and bitterness of the past dissolved away with the arrival of his beautiful healthy baby – he’s looking at things much more positively now so that’s all good.
Yeah-but-no-but-yeah-but-no-but…in amongst all this I found the time to read the Real Estate Guide, I was sitting there not quite knowing why I was bothering and almost put it away a couple of times but somehow I managed to get right to the end where all the private adds are that I never usually read and GUESS WHAT???
There was this little tiny add for 1 and a half acres right in the back of a close that is the closest closest closest you can get to this creek I’ve been talking about!! It was really reasonably priced but I knocked ‘em down a bit anyway!! We didn’t get a chance to see it until last night on our way home – it’s elevated on top of a breezy slope and you can HEAR the creek!! I’m just waiting for Anakin to wake up so I can go check it out again and meet the owners in town so they can give me details from the council and a map of the boundaries etc. I’m just so stoked!! I’m just hoping that there’s nothing that puts us off – like an easement running up the middle of it or something, but I think this is just meant to be, I can’t wait, I can’t wait, I can’t wait!!
So much stuff happened over the weekend including the arrival of a baby cousin for Anakin – little boy of Uncle Christo and sadly, his estranged ex-girlfriend. So first we had a trip to Cairns for Iz to see his Dad followed by an impromptu journey to Townsville with Chris who, after being given the news of his boys arrival didn’t stop crying for a good 48 hours. He was really happy to have some of his side of the family there to support him at the hospital surrounded by all of hers. Anyway things went very “amicably”, in fact that was like word of the day! For him all tension and bitterness of the past dissolved away with the arrival of his beautiful healthy baby – he’s looking at things much more positively now so that’s all good.
Yeah-but-no-but-yeah-but-no-but…in amongst all this I found the time to read the Real Estate Guide, I was sitting there not quite knowing why I was bothering and almost put it away a couple of times but somehow I managed to get right to the end where all the private adds are that I never usually read and GUESS WHAT???
There was this little tiny add for 1 and a half acres right in the back of a close that is the closest closest closest you can get to this creek I’ve been talking about!! It was really reasonably priced but I knocked ‘em down a bit anyway!! We didn’t get a chance to see it until last night on our way home – it’s elevated on top of a breezy slope and you can HEAR the creek!! I’m just waiting for Anakin to wake up so I can go check it out again and meet the owners in town so they can give me details from the council and a map of the boundaries etc. I’m just so stoked!! I’m just hoping that there’s nothing that puts us off – like an easement running up the middle of it or something, but I think this is just meant to be, I can’t wait, I can’t wait, I can’t wait!!
Saturday, May 5, 2007
Phase One:Complete
I’m supporting the local high school and attending their musical “Back to the 80’s” with my girlfriend and her family next weekend. Before I fell asleep last night I was thinking of dressing up in theme as well – raa-raa skirt, legwarmers, mesh top, lace gloves (geez I need to visit Supre!), lots of layers, big buttons, vinyl, teased hair and the like, anyway I dreamnt I was back in highschool and woke up singing “True Colours”.
Well, I must confess Izzy did put up a bit of a protest yesterday and it took all my willpower not to turn on the computer and log in to Runescape but we did it! I got lots of housework done for a change and baked a fudge cake and made yummy vege fritters, Izzy read his SpongeBob Survival Guide and we did crosswords together. Greg did an extra long workout and made himself nauseous. But not so much so that he couldn’t do the dishes after dinner and give me massage – he looks after me…
I started a new book too. I feel terrible for all the oldies that borrow seemingly innocent looking books from the library and then way out of the blue, on about page 15 it all of a sudden turns completely illicit and X-rated. It happens a lot! To think we use to think “Lace” was really raunchy! They need language and content warnings on books – the ones I always seem to pick anyway! Not that I’m a prude by any stretch of the imagination but I can imagine what some people would think!
Izzy Dad’s planning on moving down South sometime in the next few weeks, so that really sucks bigtime. He reckons there’s a lot of money out there to be had and he’s going to get some of it! I told him he better get some of it so he can afford to fly Izz down to see him on some of the school holidays. Izz’ll miss him bad. It’s going to be pretty hard on him. I hate the thought.
Well, I must confess Izzy did put up a bit of a protest yesterday and it took all my willpower not to turn on the computer and log in to Runescape but we did it! I got lots of housework done for a change and baked a fudge cake and made yummy vege fritters, Izzy read his SpongeBob Survival Guide and we did crosswords together. Greg did an extra long workout and made himself nauseous. But not so much so that he couldn’t do the dishes after dinner and give me massage – he looks after me…
I started a new book too. I feel terrible for all the oldies that borrow seemingly innocent looking books from the library and then way out of the blue, on about page 15 it all of a sudden turns completely illicit and X-rated. It happens a lot! To think we use to think “Lace” was really raunchy! They need language and content warnings on books – the ones I always seem to pick anyway! Not that I’m a prude by any stretch of the imagination but I can imagine what some people would think!
Izzy Dad’s planning on moving down South sometime in the next few weeks, so that really sucks bigtime. He reckons there’s a lot of money out there to be had and he’s going to get some of it! I told him he better get some of it so he can afford to fly Izz down to see him on some of the school holidays. Izz’ll miss him bad. It’s going to be pretty hard on him. I hate the thought.
Friday, May 4, 2007
The Prime SetUp
Ahrrr the quiet of a mid Monday morning is always such a contrast to the weekends. Bubby drops straight off to sleep without the distraction of all the hustle and bustle of the weekend. No Dads twanging scales on the guitar, no prepubescent boys listening to POD. Surprise visits from friends who bring me deadly glow in the dark pens and half eaten boxes of chocolates (and then polish off the other half on arrival) and from dejected brother in laws in need of a distraction are a lot less likely. Just me and Bub and the dripping tap and the distant sound of mowers…
I’ve decided spending my time folding clothes lessens my quality of life so the spare room has just become a big wardrobe in itself, I just open the door and chuck the clean clothes on top of the huge pile that doesn’t seem to get any bigger because we just rummage through it to find something to wear anyway so what’s the point? Why bother I say. Who’s with me?
Izzy has spent about 3 years trying desperately to make me enjoy one of his computer games as much as he does. It’s always “Mum want a file in Tony Hawk’s Underground? Mum, how about I set you up an account in The Godfather? Mum you should manage a team in NBA Live…” Well he finally succeeded!I set myself up on Runescape and you are now looking at Trinket77! I’ve been very busy lately cleaning up the streets of Lumbridge killing imps and vagrants, cooking chickens, trading armor and being called a “Noob”. Ha ha – it’s hilarious! Now me and Iz have heaps to talk about!
Me and Greg have been daydreaming about this 3 acre block and how we could set it right up with a small house that runs on solar energy, a big rainwater tank for water and lots of gardens and native vegetation. We thought that when the boys a old enough we could leave them to it in this place and relocate ourselves to the farm. Work and live real cheap for part of the year and travel around in a Toyota Coaster visit all the beautiful places we’ve never seen for the other part. Sounds awesome to me! The way I despise housework a Toyota Coaster sounds like the prime setup!
I’ve decided spending my time folding clothes lessens my quality of life so the spare room has just become a big wardrobe in itself, I just open the door and chuck the clean clothes on top of the huge pile that doesn’t seem to get any bigger because we just rummage through it to find something to wear anyway so what’s the point? Why bother I say. Who’s with me?
Izzy has spent about 3 years trying desperately to make me enjoy one of his computer games as much as he does. It’s always “Mum want a file in Tony Hawk’s Underground? Mum, how about I set you up an account in The Godfather? Mum you should manage a team in NBA Live…” Well he finally succeeded!I set myself up on Runescape and you are now looking at Trinket77! I’ve been very busy lately cleaning up the streets of Lumbridge killing imps and vagrants, cooking chickens, trading armor and being called a “Noob”. Ha ha – it’s hilarious! Now me and Iz have heaps to talk about!
Me and Greg have been daydreaming about this 3 acre block and how we could set it right up with a small house that runs on solar energy, a big rainwater tank for water and lots of gardens and native vegetation. We thought that when the boys a old enough we could leave them to it in this place and relocate ourselves to the farm. Work and live real cheap for part of the year and travel around in a Toyota Coaster visit all the beautiful places we’ve never seen for the other part. Sounds awesome to me! The way I despise housework a Toyota Coaster sounds like the prime setup!
Thursday, May 3, 2007
Lively Jaunt
Well that weekend was a lively jaunt! My cousin and her man, along with their little bubba dropped in for a brownie and a cuppa and a playdate with Anakin. Then we caught up with them again the following morning at the markets where we lazed around on a picnic rug feeding the babies longans and bazil stalks and eating scones and jam.
By the time I arrived home I had another carload of visitors – My wild and beautiful friend Kyra who I hadn’t seen for about a year! She brought her new man and her two little girls and stayed for the rest of weekend.
We promptly started celebrating our reunion by drinking bailies and butterscotch snaps. At one stage we even got to go for a swim and a rock hop up my favourite creek without any kids and dried off in the sun sharing a beer. What a luxury!
Another of Greg’s mates from the mill dropped over a couple times. He smoked cigarettes in front of the baby so I can definitely live without him in future. He brought a friend with him – she greeted me with a big sloppy kiss and looked as if she’d drank way too much, but she didn’t smoke near Bub so she’s okay.
Got my eye on another block of land, near aforementioned favourite creek. We went for a drive to check it out and take some photo’s yesterday arve before family night. It doesn’t come on the market for another few months so we’ve got some time to think about it.
Dancing has started back up again – I’m going to the beginners class this term – it’s slightly more manageable!
Got to go and back up my persimmon breakfast with something more filling – a leftover burrito perhaps.
By the time I arrived home I had another carload of visitors – My wild and beautiful friend Kyra who I hadn’t seen for about a year! She brought her new man and her two little girls and stayed for the rest of weekend.
We promptly started celebrating our reunion by drinking bailies and butterscotch snaps. At one stage we even got to go for a swim and a rock hop up my favourite creek without any kids and dried off in the sun sharing a beer. What a luxury!
Another of Greg’s mates from the mill dropped over a couple times. He smoked cigarettes in front of the baby so I can definitely live without him in future. He brought a friend with him – she greeted me with a big sloppy kiss and looked as if she’d drank way too much, but she didn’t smoke near Bub so she’s okay.
Got my eye on another block of land, near aforementioned favourite creek. We went for a drive to check it out and take some photo’s yesterday arve before family night. It doesn’t come on the market for another few months so we’ve got some time to think about it.
Dancing has started back up again – I’m going to the beginners class this term – it’s slightly more manageable!
Got to go and back up my persimmon breakfast with something more filling – a leftover burrito perhaps.
Wednesday, May 2, 2007
NOT!
I’m only this working hours, weekday affair with Anakin, otherwise he just wants his Daddy. He rides way up high with his Dad, his Daddy takes him outside more, his Dad lets him touch the middle of the fan when it’s going flat out, his Dad gets him big cubes of ice to suck on…apparently he’s just all round better.
And then they team up on me to tease me and rub salt into my already smarting wound. They pull this stunt on me. In my very slang terms they conspire together and “dummy me up”. When Greg’s holding Bubby he comes up to me and leans him right out as if he’s going to pass him over to me, Bub looks at me very slyly and sometimes stretches one arm and a pointed finger out as if he’s going along with it too, I clap my hands together and hold them out for him and then just at the last second he twist back around, clambers back up onto his Dad’s shoulder and they both laugh at me hysterically and go NOT!!
Humiliating! And it’s Greg’s favourite thing to show people too!
A bit like the internet last night, I put in this order of clothes from EZBUY, paid for it with my VISA debit card, my funds got taken but my order – NOT!! I spent all morning having to sort the debacle out!
Now I don’t drink or smoke, I don’t go to the salon and spend money on my hair (Lord knows it needs it!), I don’t buy jewelry and rarely makeup. I don't gamble. All hair removal gets done at home (which reminds me I better get onto that before Anakin mistakes me for the dog! ) But I’ve got a bit of a thing for clothes, I like to have a good selection but my turnover’s been a bit limited with my recent accumulation of milk-making fat.
I love op-shopping and mixing up little vintage pieces too. I’ve got my favourite where I’m a frequent shopper, I try to drag along a friend who absolutely abhors op-shops as much as I love them, just so I can watch her pathologically conjur up fits of sneezes and hive outbreaks all over her body. Har ha – it’s funny. Ya gotta be there. Man I’ve ratted out some absolute gems in the op-shop – it’s like treasure hunting for me! Anyway I’ve been exercising a fair bit of self control lately especially considering most of the items I’ve being eyeing off over the last few months have recently been reduced!! I was lamenting about my clothes situation last night and Greg mumbled something along the lines that I should have ordered those tops I wanted. So I took that as a green light and jumped online and did it. You should have seen how fast I moved, like an addict getting a fix! (Sometimes I like to let him believe he’s the Bossman, but really, if I could fit into them, I wear the pants!)
I can’t wait for my package in the mail now, not fluffy mail (I don’t even know what that is!), Mummy mail!!
I’m reading this awesome book at the moment, it called “Overtaken”. I can’t wait to lend it to my brother, he appreciates my taste.
And then they team up on me to tease me and rub salt into my already smarting wound. They pull this stunt on me. In my very slang terms they conspire together and “dummy me up”. When Greg’s holding Bubby he comes up to me and leans him right out as if he’s going to pass him over to me, Bub looks at me very slyly and sometimes stretches one arm and a pointed finger out as if he’s going along with it too, I clap my hands together and hold them out for him and then just at the last second he twist back around, clambers back up onto his Dad’s shoulder and they both laugh at me hysterically and go NOT!!
Humiliating! And it’s Greg’s favourite thing to show people too!
A bit like the internet last night, I put in this order of clothes from EZBUY, paid for it with my VISA debit card, my funds got taken but my order – NOT!! I spent all morning having to sort the debacle out!
Now I don’t drink or smoke, I don’t go to the salon and spend money on my hair (Lord knows it needs it!), I don’t buy jewelry and rarely makeup. I don't gamble. All hair removal gets done at home (which reminds me I better get onto that before Anakin mistakes me for the dog! ) But I’ve got a bit of a thing for clothes, I like to have a good selection but my turnover’s been a bit limited with my recent accumulation of milk-making fat.
I love op-shopping and mixing up little vintage pieces too. I’ve got my favourite where I’m a frequent shopper, I try to drag along a friend who absolutely abhors op-shops as much as I love them, just so I can watch her pathologically conjur up fits of sneezes and hive outbreaks all over her body. Har ha – it’s funny. Ya gotta be there. Man I’ve ratted out some absolute gems in the op-shop – it’s like treasure hunting for me! Anyway I’ve been exercising a fair bit of self control lately especially considering most of the items I’ve being eyeing off over the last few months have recently been reduced!! I was lamenting about my clothes situation last night and Greg mumbled something along the lines that I should have ordered those tops I wanted. So I took that as a green light and jumped online and did it. You should have seen how fast I moved, like an addict getting a fix! (Sometimes I like to let him believe he’s the Bossman, but really, if I could fit into them, I wear the pants!)
I can’t wait for my package in the mail now, not fluffy mail (I don’t even know what that is!), Mummy mail!!
I’m reading this awesome book at the moment, it called “Overtaken”. I can’t wait to lend it to my brother, he appreciates my taste.
Tuesday, May 1, 2007
A Good Girly Mag' in the Sun
Bubby emerged from the weekend with his bottom teeth exposed! So considering he had no other symptoms I gather that was the source of the fever. Not sick at all really – what a little trouper!
No TV/Computer?XBox day yesterday so I indulged myself in a magazine – I occasionally shout myself an OK! It’s not as slanderous and insensitive as some of the others are written and I’m a bit of a sucker for celebs and beautiful clothes. Allows you common ground with your fellow female too, you know... "How cute are Posh n Becks kids?...Check out Jessica's gorgeous hair. God Angelina gives me the sh*ts!" One of my girlfriends gives me hell about enjoying a bit of reality TV and a good girly mag, she thinks I'm trying to live vicariously through others but then she wonders why she's such an isolet and can't relate to anyone.
Anyway my idea of ultimate relaxation is reclining nude in the sun with a hot cuppa and an unread mag (and no kids to supervise). Oh Yeah!
Yep, Izzy’s adjusted well with Tuesdays and doesn’t even question it. He plays with his little Bruss heaps more and we get to talk over a boardgame, it’s heaps good. We should do it every second day but I won’t push my luck.
When Iz was little and I worried about the amount of TV he watched – thinking that he depended on it too much for entertainment, I’d stick it in the cupboard under the stairs for days at a time. To my surprise it wouldn’t phase him in the slightest. Kids are great adjusters.
I’m particularly in love with my man lately. I’m probably ovulating or something?? We’ve decided the drastic population explosion is a good reason not to have any more babies. In our family there’s three parents and two children, so we’ll actually reduce the next generation. What d’ya think? David Suzuki and Al Gore would be proud?
No TV/Computer?XBox day yesterday so I indulged myself in a magazine – I occasionally shout myself an OK! It’s not as slanderous and insensitive as some of the others are written and I’m a bit of a sucker for celebs and beautiful clothes. Allows you common ground with your fellow female too, you know... "How cute are Posh n Becks kids?...Check out Jessica's gorgeous hair. God Angelina gives me the sh*ts!" One of my girlfriends gives me hell about enjoying a bit of reality TV and a good girly mag, she thinks I'm trying to live vicariously through others but then she wonders why she's such an isolet and can't relate to anyone.
Anyway my idea of ultimate relaxation is reclining nude in the sun with a hot cuppa and an unread mag (and no kids to supervise). Oh Yeah!
Yep, Izzy’s adjusted well with Tuesdays and doesn’t even question it. He plays with his little Bruss heaps more and we get to talk over a boardgame, it’s heaps good. We should do it every second day but I won’t push my luck.
When Iz was little and I worried about the amount of TV he watched – thinking that he depended on it too much for entertainment, I’d stick it in the cupboard under the stairs for days at a time. To my surprise it wouldn’t phase him in the slightest. Kids are great adjusters.
I’m particularly in love with my man lately. I’m probably ovulating or something?? We’ve decided the drastic population explosion is a good reason not to have any more babies. In our family there’s three parents and two children, so we’ll actually reduce the next generation. What d’ya think? David Suzuki and Al Gore would be proud?
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