The old lady across the road died on Friday.
She kept to herself so I didn't know her name. I would wave to her if we were outside at the same time, but that was it.
There would often be someone there picking her up to take her to the Doctor or to the shops, but other then that, she didn't have many visitors.
Once her body was taken away in the early afternoon, cars started arriving. With trailers. And boxes. It is now Wednesday and cars are still coming and going, taking along her belongings. People that I have never seen before.
I don't know.... it just seems in bad taste. I know when my Nanna died, we sorted through her house the day after her funeral because we lived interstate so it had to be done then and there. That seemed too soon but, it had to be done.
But, the same day?!
It seems disrespectful.
Apart from me being the Mrs Mengel of my street, what is your view on it? Do you think it's a bit strange?
Wednesday 31 August 2011
Monday 29 August 2011
Judgement Day.
I am sick at the moment. Yes, all feel sorry for me, do. I am one of "those" sick people who expects people to feel sorry for her at all times. Anyway, when I'm sick, I tend to lie in bed thinking about various things and trying to fix the World and all of its problems. Don't you? So, my blog today is about *dun dun dun* Mother's judging other Mother's.
I joined my first parenting forum when I was heavily pregnant with Liam, my first. It didn't take long before I started observing how judgemental parents can be of other parents. I was shocked! Almost six years later, I'm still shocked at how nasty and downright rude people can be! Oh and let's not forget higher then thou. Holy crap!
Don't breastfeed? Let me call DOCS.
Gave birth via caesarean? You call yourself a Mother?!
Use disposable nappies? Don't you realise what you are doing to your baby?
Give your kids Nutri Grain for breakfast? Well, say goodbye to their teeth.
You let your kids have lollies? Mine only ever have fresh fruit.
You smack your kids on the bum when they run onto the road in front of a car? Don't you realise what harm you are causing them, they will now grow up to be hardened criminals.
And.... IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!!! *insert shifty eyes here*
Honestly... do you think this kind of judging was around when our parents were raising us? I'm sure that there was some sort of judging going on but not like what is around today.
I don't know why it is worse today, if only I had that answer! I do think that the internet plays a part though and all of those wonderful "studies" that they put out there. There was one I saw recently that if you put your child in a pram that wasn't facing you, you were causing irrevocable damage to your baby for some reason or other.
Where do these people get off??!!! Seriously!!
Oh, I admit, I have judged before. I have judged when I have seen a baby that would of been under 12 months drinking Coke out of a bottle and I have judged when I have seen a woman slap her child on the back of the head for asking for a lolly. I think it is in our human nature to judge others, and there are times when people deserve to be judged, like the two instances above. Of course I've judged when people haven't deserved to be judged as well. I like to think that I don't do that as much now though, thanks to myself being judged and seeing other women on parenting forums be judged and ridiculed for their parenting.
It isn't surprising that post natal depression is more common these days. Parenting forums are wonderful, I have made some awesome friends and have learnt so much from them, but they can also be quite evil. Once you are ganged up on, it can be traumatising,
I don't know what the point of this blog is today. It has been playing on my mind for... oh... six years now. Marti from Brass In My Pocket did an awesome blog about this a little while ago. She says things so much better then me, so go read hers.
Anyway, now I am going to go and lie my poor pneumonia riddled body down and think about what other things are pissing me off on this fine Monday morning.
Have a great day and remember NO judging!
I joined my first parenting forum when I was heavily pregnant with Liam, my first. It didn't take long before I started observing how judgemental parents can be of other parents. I was shocked! Almost six years later, I'm still shocked at how nasty and downright rude people can be! Oh and let's not forget higher then thou. Holy crap!
Don't breastfeed? Let me call DOCS.
Gave birth via caesarean? You call yourself a Mother?!
Use disposable nappies? Don't you realise what you are doing to your baby?
Give your kids Nutri Grain for breakfast? Well, say goodbye to their teeth.
You let your kids have lollies? Mine only ever have fresh fruit.
You smack your kids on the bum when they run onto the road in front of a car? Don't you realise what harm you are causing them, they will now grow up to be hardened criminals.
And.... IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!!! *insert shifty eyes here*
Honestly... do you think this kind of judging was around when our parents were raising us? I'm sure that there was some sort of judging going on but not like what is around today.
I don't know why it is worse today, if only I had that answer! I do think that the internet plays a part though and all of those wonderful "studies" that they put out there. There was one I saw recently that if you put your child in a pram that wasn't facing you, you were causing irrevocable damage to your baby for some reason or other.
Where do these people get off??!!! Seriously!!
Oh, I admit, I have judged before. I have judged when I have seen a baby that would of been under 12 months drinking Coke out of a bottle and I have judged when I have seen a woman slap her child on the back of the head for asking for a lolly. I think it is in our human nature to judge others, and there are times when people deserve to be judged, like the two instances above. Of course I've judged when people haven't deserved to be judged as well. I like to think that I don't do that as much now though, thanks to myself being judged and seeing other women on parenting forums be judged and ridiculed for their parenting.
It isn't surprising that post natal depression is more common these days. Parenting forums are wonderful, I have made some awesome friends and have learnt so much from them, but they can also be quite evil. Once you are ganged up on, it can be traumatising,
I don't know what the point of this blog is today. It has been playing on my mind for... oh... six years now. Marti from Brass In My Pocket did an awesome blog about this a little while ago. She says things so much better then me, so go read hers.
Anyway, now I am going to go and lie my poor pneumonia riddled body down and think about what other things are pissing me off on this fine Monday morning.
Have a great day and remember NO judging!
Monday 22 August 2011
Happy Birthday, Joseph Patrick.
My baby boy turned four today. Four whole years of awesome Joe moments have passed in a blink of an eye.
It doesn't seem that long ago that I was feeling a bit off and wondering if I could possibly be pregnant. Turns out, I was! After a very long nine months, my second child and son was placed in my arms and I instantly fell in love. He had the most amazing hair I have ever seen. It was jet black and had white tips, my little trendsetter, fresh out of the womb! Oh and his eyes... I could of, and still can, stare into them for hours on end. The bluest of blue and full of such meaning!
My JoJoe is a funny little man. He is a thinker, you can almost see his brain working in his precious little head. He has an answer for everything, usually a witty one at that. Quite often he cracks himself up with some funny story that he is telling me, which makes me giggle even more.
My family like to call him the "persecuted" one. He can be very much a middle child at times, often stating in a small amount of words how unloved he is. The world can be a very unfair place for the Joseph Patrick's of this world. You would not believe the sorrow he has to endure!! (Not really, he is very loved).
Joe is my cuddly boy, he absolutely adores his cuddles. He sits on my lap with his "gin gin" (a pink blanket) and caresses his nose and ear with one end while holding the other end in his other hand, with one finger stuck in his mouth. He can sit there for hours, in his own little world, enjoying his quiet time.
The temper that my boy has has to be seen to be believed. He can go from being relatively happy with his lot in life to throwing a screaming, stamping, terrifying tantrum that can last for hours. No tears fall from those blue eyes though and if he gets his own way, he is instantly back to his happy self. I dread to see what he will be like when he is a teenager with the mood swings.... think I might leave home by then!
Liam and Joseph have a wonderful relationship, they are the best of mates. Oh they fight, they fight a lot, but at the end of the day, they are brothers through and through. If one of them is in trouble, the other one sticks up for him.
Clancy and Joe took a while to warm to each other but they are thick as thieves now, although I don't think he'd admit that if you asked! "Yo Yo" can do no wrong in his little Sister's eyes, she loves him to bits.
It is hard to believe that my little boy is now a four year old. I never really understood when friends and family said "it goes so fast" when talking about children growing up, but it really does. I wish I could turn back the clock and make it all go in slow motion so I could savour every moment of my babies being babies.
Happy Birthday my JoJoe. I love you so much, you bring me complete and utter happiness every day.
xxxx
It doesn't seem that long ago that I was feeling a bit off and wondering if I could possibly be pregnant. Turns out, I was! After a very long nine months, my second child and son was placed in my arms and I instantly fell in love. He had the most amazing hair I have ever seen. It was jet black and had white tips, my little trendsetter, fresh out of the womb! Oh and his eyes... I could of, and still can, stare into them for hours on end. The bluest of blue and full of such meaning!
My JoJoe is a funny little man. He is a thinker, you can almost see his brain working in his precious little head. He has an answer for everything, usually a witty one at that. Quite often he cracks himself up with some funny story that he is telling me, which makes me giggle even more.
My family like to call him the "persecuted" one. He can be very much a middle child at times, often stating in a small amount of words how unloved he is. The world can be a very unfair place for the Joseph Patrick's of this world. You would not believe the sorrow he has to endure!! (Not really, he is very loved).
Joe is my cuddly boy, he absolutely adores his cuddles. He sits on my lap with his "gin gin" (a pink blanket) and caresses his nose and ear with one end while holding the other end in his other hand, with one finger stuck in his mouth. He can sit there for hours, in his own little world, enjoying his quiet time.
The temper that my boy has has to be seen to be believed. He can go from being relatively happy with his lot in life to throwing a screaming, stamping, terrifying tantrum that can last for hours. No tears fall from those blue eyes though and if he gets his own way, he is instantly back to his happy self. I dread to see what he will be like when he is a teenager with the mood swings.... think I might leave home by then!
Liam and Joseph have a wonderful relationship, they are the best of mates. Oh they fight, they fight a lot, but at the end of the day, they are brothers through and through. If one of them is in trouble, the other one sticks up for him.
Clancy and Joe took a while to warm to each other but they are thick as thieves now, although I don't think he'd admit that if you asked! "Yo Yo" can do no wrong in his little Sister's eyes, she loves him to bits.
It is hard to believe that my little boy is now a four year old. I never really understood when friends and family said "it goes so fast" when talking about children growing up, but it really does. I wish I could turn back the clock and make it all go in slow motion so I could savour every moment of my babies being babies.
Happy Birthday my JoJoe. I love you so much, you bring me complete and utter happiness every day.
xxxx
Saturday 20 August 2011
Happy Anniversary Mr & Mrs Thomson.
Tomorrow is the first Wedding Anniversary of my cousin Troy, and his bride, Sara.
You know those weddings that you go to and everything is perfect? Everyone is happy, there isn't a hiccup and the food is delicious? This was one of those. I can honestly say it was one of the happiest, most beautiful weddings I have ever been to.
Troy and Sara had a whirlwind romance and are truly each others perfect match. They met in the February, were engaged in the June, and tied the knot in August!
Words can't express how happy I am that they found each other.
Happy Anniversary Mr & Mrs Thomson, you give me hope that there is indeed true love out there. Here is to many more happy years.
xxxx
You know those weddings that you go to and everything is perfect? Everyone is happy, there isn't a hiccup and the food is delicious? This was one of those. I can honestly say it was one of the happiest, most beautiful weddings I have ever been to.
Troy and Sara had a whirlwind romance and are truly each others perfect match. They met in the February, were engaged in the June, and tied the knot in August!
Words can't express how happy I am that they found each other.
Happy Anniversary Mr & Mrs Thomson, you give me hope that there is indeed true love out there. Here is to many more happy years.
xxxx
Bit of this, bit of that.
My babies all slept in past 8am this morning! This is unheard of in my little family so I was very impressed. I lay in my bed for a while savouring the peace and quiet and thinking about random things. I got to thinking about scars somehow, don't ask me how, because I don't know.
How many scars do you have? I only have a few.
I have one on my left wrist where my darling brother burnt me with a cigarette. It is a perfect circle. Whenever I see it, I am immediately transported to the day it happened. It was a great day, apart from the cigarette burn of course.
I also have one on my right wrist from Grade 7 camp. Me being me, tripped over a log and fell flat on my face. I also used to have a scar on my right leg from the same incident but it has disappeared. Again, whenever I spot the scar, I am transported back to that day.
My favourite scar of all time is my caesarean scar. It has been opened three times to bring my babies into the world and to introduce me to the awe of Motherhood. The scar has caused me a few problems here and there but I forgive it every time for what it represents. Whenever it tingles, I instantly hear the noises and see the theatre of the days that my babies arrived here on Earth. Amazing.
I also have a few emotional scars on my poor old heart. Most have faded and I can only see them if I am lying in bed at night, feeling alone. It won't be long though until they have disappeared for good. I have scars on my heart for family members who are lost to me forever and scars for my beautiful friends who have suffered unimaginable loss. They will always be there.
Moving on.
Joe is having his 4th Birthday party tomorrow. I am sick of course, and he is a bit under the weather as well. Doesn't matter though because we are going to have F.U.N!! I am known for my over catering for the kids parties, and have quite a reputation for the amount of lollies I buy. I am happy to say that I have not disappointed again this year. I'm sure tomorrow night, I will be cursing the lollies and the effect they have on my children, and I will be getting cursed by the other parents at the party as well no doubt. *giggles* I have so much to do today but all I want to do is curl up and sleep. The 473ml of Red Bull that I have just now consumed hasn't kicked in yet and I am wondering if it will. Let's hope so! Aunty Mo is making Joe a race track cake, I can't wait to see it!!
Only two more sleeps until my baby boy is 4, it is hard to believe!
Clancy has been my latest talker but she is sure making up for it now!! I love the way she says "Mummy", it is sort of like "Mmmmuuuuummmmaaaaaaayyyy" hehehe. Cute! She is starting to use a few small sentences now, usually telling off one of her slaves. I can't believe she is almost two, it only seems like yesterday that I was standing in the Doctor's Surgery in shock staring at the positive pregnancy test.
Liam "loved" his very first disco! He spent about 3 minutes on the dance floor, clinging to me and one of his Teacher's the whole time but he loved the canteen! I think his money was burning a whole in his new wallet, the amount of times he went up there and came back remarking that "they gave me back more money"!!
OK, I've rambled on enough now, sorry about that!
How many scars do you have? I only have a few.
I have one on my left wrist where my darling brother burnt me with a cigarette. It is a perfect circle. Whenever I see it, I am immediately transported to the day it happened. It was a great day, apart from the cigarette burn of course.
I also have one on my right wrist from Grade 7 camp. Me being me, tripped over a log and fell flat on my face. I also used to have a scar on my right leg from the same incident but it has disappeared. Again, whenever I spot the scar, I am transported back to that day.
My favourite scar of all time is my caesarean scar. It has been opened three times to bring my babies into the world and to introduce me to the awe of Motherhood. The scar has caused me a few problems here and there but I forgive it every time for what it represents. Whenever it tingles, I instantly hear the noises and see the theatre of the days that my babies arrived here on Earth. Amazing.
I also have a few emotional scars on my poor old heart. Most have faded and I can only see them if I am lying in bed at night, feeling alone. It won't be long though until they have disappeared for good. I have scars on my heart for family members who are lost to me forever and scars for my beautiful friends who have suffered unimaginable loss. They will always be there.
Moving on.
Joe is having his 4th Birthday party tomorrow. I am sick of course, and he is a bit under the weather as well. Doesn't matter though because we are going to have F.U.N!! I am known for my over catering for the kids parties, and have quite a reputation for the amount of lollies I buy. I am happy to say that I have not disappointed again this year. I'm sure tomorrow night, I will be cursing the lollies and the effect they have on my children, and I will be getting cursed by the other parents at the party as well no doubt. *giggles* I have so much to do today but all I want to do is curl up and sleep. The 473ml of Red Bull that I have just now consumed hasn't kicked in yet and I am wondering if it will. Let's hope so! Aunty Mo is making Joe a race track cake, I can't wait to see it!!
Only two more sleeps until my baby boy is 4, it is hard to believe!
Clancy has been my latest talker but she is sure making up for it now!! I love the way she says "Mummy", it is sort of like "Mmmmuuuuummmmaaaaaaayyyy" hehehe. Cute! She is starting to use a few small sentences now, usually telling off one of her slaves. I can't believe she is almost two, it only seems like yesterday that I was standing in the Doctor's Surgery in shock staring at the positive pregnancy test.
Liam "loved" his very first disco! He spent about 3 minutes on the dance floor, clinging to me and one of his Teacher's the whole time but he loved the canteen! I think his money was burning a whole in his new wallet, the amount of times he went up there and came back remarking that "they gave me back more money"!!
OK, I've rambled on enough now, sorry about that!
Wednesday 17 August 2011
Dance the night away.
Liam is attending his very first disco on Friday. I can't believe that my first baby is old enough to go to one! Granted, it runs from 5.30pm - 7pm but still! My bbbaaabbbyyy!! At the grand old age of "almost six", I am letting him go out at night alone!!
This seems like a special occasion to me so today I went shopping, as you do. Liam is now the proud owner of his very first velcro wallet, a snazzy pair of black gym shoes and a new Ben 10 shirt. Can I just say, I am extremely popular right now, especially because of the shoes... that's my boy!
I have asked him if he is going to dance and he informed me that he will just be eating lollies and chips and drinking soft drink. Poppy has been told a different story however. He is apparently going to dance with A GIRL!!! *sob sob* He has a bit of a soft spot for a certain little girl in his class so I am wondering if it is her. I asked, and he giggled... and I melted. Aw, why do our babies have to grow up so fast?!
I will keep you all posted on how I, I mean he, goes.
This seems like a special occasion to me so today I went shopping, as you do. Liam is now the proud owner of his very first velcro wallet, a snazzy pair of black gym shoes and a new Ben 10 shirt. Can I just say, I am extremely popular right now, especially because of the shoes... that's my boy!
I have asked him if he is going to dance and he informed me that he will just be eating lollies and chips and drinking soft drink. Poppy has been told a different story however. He is apparently going to dance with A GIRL!!! *sob sob* He has a bit of a soft spot for a certain little girl in his class so I am wondering if it is her. I asked, and he giggled... and I melted. Aw, why do our babies have to grow up so fast?!
I will keep you all posted on how I, I mean he, goes.
Saturday 13 August 2011
Reality Check.
I have spent most of the last 24 hours struggling with being a Mother. My three children have been pressing my buttons, and not the good ones. At one stage, I felt like running out the door and not coming home for a few days.
My feelings changed tonight though when I heard the news about Daniel Morcombe. Finally, after almost eight heartbreaking years, the Police have got their man.
For eight years, Denise and Bruce Morcombe, along with their two remaining sons, have longed to hear Daniel scream "no", or to shrug his shoulders when asked a question. They have longed for him to mumble under his breath and storm to his room, or for him to leave his dirty dishes on the lounge room floor.
Daniel has been gone for eight years. Eight years of no cuddles, no kisses, no "I love you Mum and Dad"... nothing.
So, tonight, I am extremely aware of how lucky I am to be a Mummy to three beautiful, spirited, happy and healthy babies who I love with all my heart, and who are safe and sound, tucked up in their beds.
The Morcombe family are forever in my thoughts. I only wish I could hold them in my arms tonight and over the coming days, weeks and months.
Rest In Peace Daniel, you are loved by so many.
My feelings changed tonight though when I heard the news about Daniel Morcombe. Finally, after almost eight heartbreaking years, the Police have got their man.
For eight years, Denise and Bruce Morcombe, along with their two remaining sons, have longed to hear Daniel scream "no", or to shrug his shoulders when asked a question. They have longed for him to mumble under his breath and storm to his room, or for him to leave his dirty dishes on the lounge room floor.
Daniel has been gone for eight years. Eight years of no cuddles, no kisses, no "I love you Mum and Dad"... nothing.
So, tonight, I am extremely aware of how lucky I am to be a Mummy to three beautiful, spirited, happy and healthy babies who I love with all my heart, and who are safe and sound, tucked up in their beds.
The Morcombe family are forever in my thoughts. I only wish I could hold them in my arms tonight and over the coming days, weeks and months.
Rest In Peace Daniel, you are loved by so many.
Wednesday 10 August 2011
My Fantasy World.
I have just arrived home from my third outing to Chicks At The Flicks and can now officially say I'm hooked! Tonight we saw Friends With Benefits and have to admit that I now find Justin Timberlake rather attractive. Yes..... I know.
Anyway, moving right along.
If you haven't been to a CATF before, it is a great chance to have a giggle and maybe a cry with your girlfriends. Not only do you get to see a movie, but you also get a goodie bag filled with, well, goodies! I very sadly handed over my Lindt chocolate to Dad tonight because my fat arse doesn't need anymore Lindt chocolate. Before you enter the cinema, you can have a walk around the foyer and sample a chocolate fondue fountain along with various business displaying their things. They also run a few comps just before the movie starts so it is well worth the $21!!
For me, it is a great chance to get out of the house, catch up with some friends, and have some time to live in a fantasy world. There is no "Guilty Mummy" syndrome in the cinema. I don't have to worry about Liam's eyesight or what he is getting for lunch the next day. I don't have to wonder if Joseph is going to cling himself to me like a koala at daycare drop off in the morning, or if I poured his milk on his cereal properly. Clancy's obsession with not letting me sit at the computer, or the fact that her latest word is "Daddy", when she doesn't know what one is, isn't upsetting me. I can just..... be. I don't have to wonder when I am going to do the housework and why I can't get motivated to do my TAFE course. Instead, I can dream about MY knight in shining armour coming to whisk me away where we will live happily ever after... just him and me, with the kids, a kitten and a puppy.
*sigh*
In saying all of that, I wouldn't swap my life for anything, no matter how nice my fantasy world is. It is my life after all, and I have the three most perfect reasons to love it.
But, seriously, check out Justin Timberlake's abs in this movie... you won't regret it!
Anyway, moving right along.
If you haven't been to a CATF before, it is a great chance to have a giggle and maybe a cry with your girlfriends. Not only do you get to see a movie, but you also get a goodie bag filled with, well, goodies! I very sadly handed over my Lindt chocolate to Dad tonight because my fat arse doesn't need anymore Lindt chocolate. Before you enter the cinema, you can have a walk around the foyer and sample a chocolate fondue fountain along with various business displaying their things. They also run a few comps just before the movie starts so it is well worth the $21!!
For me, it is a great chance to get out of the house, catch up with some friends, and have some time to live in a fantasy world. There is no "Guilty Mummy" syndrome in the cinema. I don't have to worry about Liam's eyesight or what he is getting for lunch the next day. I don't have to wonder if Joseph is going to cling himself to me like a koala at daycare drop off in the morning, or if I poured his milk on his cereal properly. Clancy's obsession with not letting me sit at the computer, or the fact that her latest word is "Daddy", when she doesn't know what one is, isn't upsetting me. I can just..... be. I don't have to wonder when I am going to do the housework and why I can't get motivated to do my TAFE course. Instead, I can dream about MY knight in shining armour coming to whisk me away where we will live happily ever after... just him and me, with the kids, a kitten and a puppy.
*sigh*
In saying all of that, I wouldn't swap my life for anything, no matter how nice my fantasy world is. It is my life after all, and I have the three most perfect reasons to love it.
But, seriously, check out Justin Timberlake's abs in this movie... you won't regret it!
Tuesday 9 August 2011
Monday 8 August 2011
I want to stamp my feet.
I am not very good at designing things, especially this blog.
I just spent an hour trying to make my blog more pretty and it didn't work, it failed!!!
WAH!
However, if you want to check out a stylish, pretty blog, check out Marti's blog at Brass In My Pocket, hers is so much more cooler then mine.
Thank you, that is all.
I just spent an hour trying to make my blog more pretty and it didn't work, it failed!!!
WAH!
However, if you want to check out a stylish, pretty blog, check out Marti's blog at Brass In My Pocket, hers is so much more cooler then mine.
Thank you, that is all.
Sunday 7 August 2011
I turned 32 yesterday.
As I get older, I am starting to realise that Birthday's aren't as special anymore. Friends and family have their own problems and their own lives to live and sometimes people forget, or don't have the time, to wish you a happy day. I love Birthday's, mine and other peoples. I love to spoil, and I love getting spoilt!
I woke up yesterday morning not expecting much fanfare. With my eldest child not quite six, I wasn't expecting much attention from my babies. I informed them it was my Birthday, and was rewarded with a cuddle from Liam, a kiss from Joseph and Clancy called me "Mummy" for the very first time, after calling me "Mum-Mum" and "Mem" for months. They then demanded breakfast and wondered where my cake was! Bless them! The little cherubs also gave me a beautiful ring from The Silver Shop. They have exquisite taste, I must say. Well, alright, I went and got it myself a couple of weeks ago and made Mum hide it until my Birthday. Oh, alright, I wore it out for my dinner and drinks last weekend THEN I made her hide it. I was also given my very first "Happy Birthday Mummy" card that I didn't have to pick out myself, or leave very heavy hints for. Perfect.
Mum cooked me French toast for breakfast and gave me a beautiful card with a lotto ticket inside. Then it was time for lunch at Aunty Rob's where we had my all time favourite meal, roast beef and yorkshire pudding with all the trimmings! Weight Watchers, what Weight Watchers?! Dessert followed, which was Strawberry Romanoff. We all remarked that I had the exact same birthday meal six years earlier, when I was heavily pregnant with Liam!
I was then roped in to going to a trivia night with Dad and Aunty Robyn, where we tied to come first WOO HOO!! I'm still kicking myself that I didn't know the Adele question though... after raving about her for weeks, you'd think I'd know what her albums were called!
The final thing that made my day and the most overwhelming, was the many Birthday wishes that I received on Facebook. People tease me and shake their head at the amount of time that I spend on Facebook and wonder why I rave about my "Facebook friends" but yesterday proved to me why I love it so much. Friends that I have never met in person, and probably never will, took the time to wish me a wonderful day. People that I have not seen for years told me that they were thinking about me. People left comments for me that made me realise that they do think of me. Every single post from every single person, touched my heart in a way that I cannot describe.
I went to bed last night feeling very loved, and not feeling any older then the day before.
Now excuse me while I go off to admire my new bling (I will post a pic tomorrow).
As I get older, I am starting to realise that Birthday's aren't as special anymore. Friends and family have their own problems and their own lives to live and sometimes people forget, or don't have the time, to wish you a happy day. I love Birthday's, mine and other peoples. I love to spoil, and I love getting spoilt!
I woke up yesterday morning not expecting much fanfare. With my eldest child not quite six, I wasn't expecting much attention from my babies. I informed them it was my Birthday, and was rewarded with a cuddle from Liam, a kiss from Joseph and Clancy called me "Mummy" for the very first time, after calling me "Mum-Mum" and "Mem" for months. They then demanded breakfast and wondered where my cake was! Bless them! The little cherubs also gave me a beautiful ring from The Silver Shop. They have exquisite taste, I must say. Well, alright, I went and got it myself a couple of weeks ago and made Mum hide it until my Birthday. Oh, alright, I wore it out for my dinner and drinks last weekend THEN I made her hide it. I was also given my very first "Happy Birthday Mummy" card that I didn't have to pick out myself, or leave very heavy hints for. Perfect.
Mum cooked me French toast for breakfast and gave me a beautiful card with a lotto ticket inside. Then it was time for lunch at Aunty Rob's where we had my all time favourite meal, roast beef and yorkshire pudding with all the trimmings! Weight Watchers, what Weight Watchers?! Dessert followed, which was Strawberry Romanoff. We all remarked that I had the exact same birthday meal six years earlier, when I was heavily pregnant with Liam!
I was then roped in to going to a trivia night with Dad and Aunty Robyn, where we tied to come first WOO HOO!! I'm still kicking myself that I didn't know the Adele question though... after raving about her for weeks, you'd think I'd know what her albums were called!
The final thing that made my day and the most overwhelming, was the many Birthday wishes that I received on Facebook. People tease me and shake their head at the amount of time that I spend on Facebook and wonder why I rave about my "Facebook friends" but yesterday proved to me why I love it so much. Friends that I have never met in person, and probably never will, took the time to wish me a wonderful day. People that I have not seen for years told me that they were thinking about me. People left comments for me that made me realise that they do think of me. Every single post from every single person, touched my heart in a way that I cannot describe.
I went to bed last night feeling very loved, and not feeling any older then the day before.
Now excuse me while I go off to admire my new bling (I will post a pic tomorrow).
Friday 5 August 2011
What now?
My baby girl will be 23 months on Sunday. A month off two. She is already a toddler, sometimes terrible, sometimes heart achingly cute.
She is my last baby, unless I meet someone in the next three years who wants to procreate with me. Not liking my chances with that one though!
I remember after I got married and I had the two boys, I thought "what now"? What was going to happen in my life now? I was married, I had my babies and we even had a house to call our own. What could possibly happen next?
Shit loads evidently. A separation, only to find out a week later that I was pregnant! Now I am getting ready to file for divorce and my surprise pregnancy is running around saying "mine", "no" and "cuggles". I no longer own a home and live at with my Mum in her home.
It goes to show that you never know what is in store for you. I obviously never envisaged a divorce in my future, but I'm glad now that there is one. I always hoped to have another baby after the boys, so that was a wonderful surprise and she is a true blessing. When I was in my early 20s, I never saw myself owning a home, or wanting to own one. Now, I ache for a place for the kids and I to call our own.
It is my birthday tomorrow and tonight I have been reflecting on my life so far.
I've had some wonderful ups and some terrible downs and I am now ready to face the future and whatever it may bring.
Future, if you are reading this, I would like a hunky man and lots of money.
Happy 23 Months to my Clancy Pants for Sunday. I hope the next month goes very slow xxxx
She is my last baby, unless I meet someone in the next three years who wants to procreate with me. Not liking my chances with that one though!
I remember after I got married and I had the two boys, I thought "what now"? What was going to happen in my life now? I was married, I had my babies and we even had a house to call our own. What could possibly happen next?
Shit loads evidently. A separation, only to find out a week later that I was pregnant! Now I am getting ready to file for divorce and my surprise pregnancy is running around saying "mine", "no" and "cuggles". I no longer own a home and live at with my Mum in her home.
It goes to show that you never know what is in store for you. I obviously never envisaged a divorce in my future, but I'm glad now that there is one. I always hoped to have another baby after the boys, so that was a wonderful surprise and she is a true blessing. When I was in my early 20s, I never saw myself owning a home, or wanting to own one. Now, I ache for a place for the kids and I to call our own.
It is my birthday tomorrow and tonight I have been reflecting on my life so far.
I've had some wonderful ups and some terrible downs and I am now ready to face the future and whatever it may bring.
Future, if you are reading this, I would like a hunky man and lots of money.
Happy 23 Months to my Clancy Pants for Sunday. I hope the next month goes very slow xxxx
Wednesday 3 August 2011
Little Miss Organised.
Yesterday, I visited Office Works. What is it about stationery that makes me all gooey inside? I know I'm not the only one, many of my family and friend have admitted to many wonderful hours browsing stationery stores.
I always enjoyed playing "office" when I was growing up, and love working in an office environment. Dunno why really, I just do.
Anyway, I walked out of Office Works just under $100 poorer but oh so happy. It doesn't take much to make me smile!
So, this afternoon was spent getting my filing system better organised and finding receipts for next years tax, bills to pay and the kids birth certificates. I also have a lovely little document envelope that I have written "DIVORCE" on. Not that I'm excited or anything.
I am now all organised for my studies and have no excuse to not keep my filing in order.
I wonder how long it will last?
I give myself a week, maybe two.
I always enjoyed playing "office" when I was growing up, and love working in an office environment. Dunno why really, I just do.
Anyway, I walked out of Office Works just under $100 poorer but oh so happy. It doesn't take much to make me smile!
So, this afternoon was spent getting my filing system better organised and finding receipts for next years tax, bills to pay and the kids birth certificates. I also have a lovely little document envelope that I have written "DIVORCE" on. Not that I'm excited or anything.
I am now all organised for my studies and have no excuse to not keep my filing in order.
I wonder how long it will last?
I give myself a week, maybe two.
Tuesday 2 August 2011
No Talent Quest for me!
Remember in school when we used to have to think about ourselves and what we were good at and stuff?
I never knew what to put.
I can't cook.
I can't sew.
I am hopeless at sports.
You get my drift!!
Even now, at almost 32 years of age, I don't know what to answer when someone asks me that question.
I'm good at procastinating and avoiding housework, but people don't really want to know that!
I can type, but that is more of a skill then a talent.
I enjoy writing, which is why I started this blog, but I wouldn't say I am exactly talented at it.
I am very good at getting my heart broken.
I am exceptionally good at gaining weight.
It makes me wonder though if everyone is good at something, or if there are other people out there like me who are talentless?
What's your talent?
I never knew what to put.
I can't cook.
I can't sew.
I am hopeless at sports.
You get my drift!!
Even now, at almost 32 years of age, I don't know what to answer when someone asks me that question.
I'm good at procastinating and avoiding housework, but people don't really want to know that!
I can type, but that is more of a skill then a talent.
I enjoy writing, which is why I started this blog, but I wouldn't say I am exactly talented at it.
I am very good at getting my heart broken.
I am exceptionally good at gaining weight.
It makes me wonder though if everyone is good at something, or if there are other people out there like me who are talentless?
What's your talent?
Monday 1 August 2011
These boots were made for walking.
I'm a country girl.... some may even call me a redneck, but I don't care. Love the bush, love country music and I lllloovveee country boys!
I have owned riding boots since I was about 15. I've been through a few since then thanks to wear and tear, and a close encounter with a campfire!
My current boots, I have had since 2004. They've been to a few B&S balls, some rodeos, plenty of ute shows and they were with me through three pregnancies, a marriage and a separation.
I don't think they are going to make the divorce though. They have had it, much like my marriage.
For the last three years, I've been saying that I should take them to be resoled. It's now past that stage. They are well and truly stuffed. You can see my toes through one boot and the sole of my foot, or my sock, through the other one.
I just can't bear to throw them out. They are so comfy and they are very practical and I just love them. I am wearing them right now, for the last time.
Is there anything in your wardrobe that you can't part with?
I have owned riding boots since I was about 15. I've been through a few since then thanks to wear and tear, and a close encounter with a campfire!
My current boots, I have had since 2004. They've been to a few B&S balls, some rodeos, plenty of ute shows and they were with me through three pregnancies, a marriage and a separation.
I don't think they are going to make the divorce though. They have had it, much like my marriage.
For the last three years, I've been saying that I should take them to be resoled. It's now past that stage. They are well and truly stuffed. You can see my toes through one boot and the sole of my foot, or my sock, through the other one.
I just can't bear to throw them out. They are so comfy and they are very practical and I just love them. I am wearing them right now, for the last time.
Is there anything in your wardrobe that you can't part with?
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