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!
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