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Saturday, April 27, 2013
Monday, October 1, 2012
Sometimes
you just have to take a step back from everything.
Why? Numerous reasons. Too many people, too much information, too little time, too much angst, too many dishonest people, too many false personas, too many 'watchers', too many things going on, too little ability to deal with all of the above, too many memories, too many lies from people that you don't expect to lie, too much to see, too much of everything, and far too little honesty, integrity and humanity, from those who wax lyrical about having those very things as well.
Hypocrisy at its finest.
Or perhaps it may be that you have just had enough of this technological age and wish to reconnect with people as was done in the "good ole days".
I think that's it. And a fair modicum of the former.
So that's me.
I'll be off now.
Why? Numerous reasons. Too many people, too much information, too little time, too much angst, too many dishonest people, too many false personas, too many 'watchers', too many things going on, too little ability to deal with all of the above, too many memories, too many lies from people that you don't expect to lie, too much to see, too much of everything, and far too little honesty, integrity and humanity, from those who wax lyrical about having those very things as well.
Hypocrisy at its finest.
Or perhaps it may be that you have just had enough of this technological age and wish to reconnect with people as was done in the "good ole days".
I think that's it. And a fair modicum of the former.
So that's me.
I'll be off now.
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
For some reason
I have been unable to access my own blog of late. I have absolutely no idea why. I am thinking that perhaps it is the bloggy watcher trying to prevent me from posting some drivel in which nobody would be interested anyway.
Today I had a day off. As in a day "off". I work four days a week. The fifth day is supposed to be my day off. The kids are in daycare five days a week and I am supposed to use that day to catch up on everything - strip the beds, get the floors mopped, catch up on washing, mow the lawns if necessary, do the shopping, all that lovely stuff. However, for the last eternity my day off has involved a visit to either a doctor's office or a hospital. For one or more of the mini folks.
Today it did not. Today was a true me day. And in true fashion, after dropping the kids off at daycare the first thing I did was mow the lawn. But now the lawn is mowed and looks a lot better. Then I spent the next 2 hours recovering from mowing the lawn, with the aid of a coffee and a coke. And a steak. Just because.
And then I went for a coffee with a friend, which was wonderful, and the time just flew and before I knew it I had been having coffee for 2 1/2 hours, so then had to flee to get to the grocery store, which I did, then picked up my beautiful babies.
And the weekend is shaping up pretty well too - have a friend and her mini chicklet visiting from Perth on Saturday, and on Sunday it is my birthday and we are going to the magical brunch!!!!!!!! Sensational.
And on that note I should probably work out what to wear tomorrow.
I am hoping that everyone out there in the blogosphere is content. I am content. I love my babies and my babies love me. And with some other little happenings things are going from strength to strength.
That is all.
Today I had a day off. As in a day "off". I work four days a week. The fifth day is supposed to be my day off. The kids are in daycare five days a week and I am supposed to use that day to catch up on everything - strip the beds, get the floors mopped, catch up on washing, mow the lawns if necessary, do the shopping, all that lovely stuff. However, for the last eternity my day off has involved a visit to either a doctor's office or a hospital. For one or more of the mini folks.
Today it did not. Today was a true me day. And in true fashion, after dropping the kids off at daycare the first thing I did was mow the lawn. But now the lawn is mowed and looks a lot better. Then I spent the next 2 hours recovering from mowing the lawn, with the aid of a coffee and a coke. And a steak. Just because.
And then I went for a coffee with a friend, which was wonderful, and the time just flew and before I knew it I had been having coffee for 2 1/2 hours, so then had to flee to get to the grocery store, which I did, then picked up my beautiful babies.
And the weekend is shaping up pretty well too - have a friend and her mini chicklet visiting from Perth on Saturday, and on Sunday it is my birthday and we are going to the magical brunch!!!!!!!! Sensational.
And on that note I should probably work out what to wear tomorrow.
I am hoping that everyone out there in the blogosphere is content. I am content. I love my babies and my babies love me. And with some other little happenings things are going from strength to strength.
That is all.
Saturday, September 22, 2012
I am not a baker
and nor do I ever wish to BE a baker.
I made a Lightning McQueen cake today.
I burnt it. But that's ok because it was getting iced.
I put too much colouring in the icing and it split. But that's ok, it still kinda looked red. Ish.
So I tried to ice it. The squirty little star things didn't work because it was too runny. So I used the knife to spread it out. Then realised that I had no idea what I was doing.
But it is done. And looks like a car, thanks mostly to the shape of the tin.
The other traffic light things are done, and there are some other foodie doovas I will make up tomorrow, and we're cooking with gas.
A few lessons for the day.
1. Crayola coloured bubbles - good in theory. Bad in practice.
2. If a child falls off a seat, do not assume that they will have learned not to sit that way again.
3. No does not always mean no. If you ask your child, before entering the supermarket, if they need to go to the toilet and they say "no" do not believe them. Under any circumstance. If you do, you will find yourself not even past the deli with a child telling you they need to go to the toilet.
4. Aldi checkout chick rocks. She saw the kids arcing up and gave them lollies. I don't care. They calmed down. Thank you Aldi checkout chick.
5. If you are not a confident baker, do not bake a Lightning McQueen cake.
6. No matter how much it can annoy you that your children stay up after they have gone to bed, there is absolutely no hope for you if your 2 year old starts singing "everybody needs a thneed".
That is all.
I made a Lightning McQueen cake today.
I burnt it. But that's ok because it was getting iced.
I put too much colouring in the icing and it split. But that's ok, it still kinda looked red. Ish.
So I tried to ice it. The squirty little star things didn't work because it was too runny. So I used the knife to spread it out. Then realised that I had no idea what I was doing.
But it is done. And looks like a car, thanks mostly to the shape of the tin.
The other traffic light things are done, and there are some other foodie doovas I will make up tomorrow, and we're cooking with gas.
A few lessons for the day.
1. Crayola coloured bubbles - good in theory. Bad in practice.
2. If a child falls off a seat, do not assume that they will have learned not to sit that way again.
3. No does not always mean no. If you ask your child, before entering the supermarket, if they need to go to the toilet and they say "no" do not believe them. Under any circumstance. If you do, you will find yourself not even past the deli with a child telling you they need to go to the toilet.
4. Aldi checkout chick rocks. She saw the kids arcing up and gave them lollies. I don't care. They calmed down. Thank you Aldi checkout chick.
5. If you are not a confident baker, do not bake a Lightning McQueen cake.
6. No matter how much it can annoy you that your children stay up after they have gone to bed, there is absolutely no hope for you if your 2 year old starts singing "everybody needs a thneed".
That is all.
When will I learn?
Apparently it hasn't happened yet. The learning bit I mean.
I still find it astounding that a simple "yes" is so difficult for some people to say, particularly when it is in response to an email, with photos, and the question is simply could you please confirm if you received the email.
And so I will quite obviously now go back to the plan of the last few months and simply refrain from sending anything. Because to be quite honest, I have no idea if it gets there anyway. It is sad because it is not I who will suffer as a result of that.
On a different note I am making traffic light jelly today in preparation for Angus's Cars party tomorrow. We already have traffic light cookies, and little teddy bears riding in milky bars. As for the main cake, well, that is yet to be done, but I am anticipating it will look little to nothing like the "picture" they kindly include with the tin of how it "should" look.
I guess I should keep trucking along with this birthday business.
Toodles for now.
I still find it astounding that a simple "yes" is so difficult for some people to say, particularly when it is in response to an email, with photos, and the question is simply could you please confirm if you received the email.
And so I will quite obviously now go back to the plan of the last few months and simply refrain from sending anything. Because to be quite honest, I have no idea if it gets there anyway. It is sad because it is not I who will suffer as a result of that.
On a different note I am making traffic light jelly today in preparation for Angus's Cars party tomorrow. We already have traffic light cookies, and little teddy bears riding in milky bars. As for the main cake, well, that is yet to be done, but I am anticipating it will look little to nothing like the "picture" they kindly include with the tin of how it "should" look.
I guess I should keep trucking along with this birthday business.
Toodles for now.
Thursday, September 20, 2012
My baby is 2.
My little man Angus turned 2 today. I can hardly believe it. It was surely only yesterday he was a baby. Surely.
It has been a big day overall. This morning Tabitha got her plaster off, not before screaming the roof off the hospital mind you. But it is done, the plaster is gone, although Tabitha assures me that "it is still broken". It will be stiff and sore for a few weeks and she will need to get used to using it again, but I'm ecstatic the plaster is gone. No more sponge baths!
I took the mini ones to Maccas for dinner (their request). They had their little happy meal, then proceeded to run around the play area madly having an absolute wow of a time. We then headed home, opened some presents, played with those for a while, then had some cake (Angus even blew out the candles without much help clever lad), then more playing, then everyone into bed.
Since that time I have been dutifully getting things ready for Angus's Cars party on Sunday. For those of you who haven't caught up with it yet I have what is referred to as an "essential tremor". It means I shake. Not as much as someone with Parkinson's disease, but it is a visible and noticeable shake nonetheless. Let me tell you, it makes sticking smarties on to milky way bars incredibly precarious. And almost laughable at times. But 2 hours later and I'm done!
So there remains very little to be done for the party. Except the cake. The Cars shaped cake. Oh yes. That. Complete with "icing" guide. Something tells me he will be getting a Cars shaped cake with "Cars" written on it, rather than the elaborate form of artwork the tin tells me I should be attempting. As it is, I am not much of a baker so who knows what it will taste like anyway! I have some mini teeny cupcakes as well - well, I will have by then - so if all fails with the cake, kids always love cupcakes.
And just for something different I'm tired. I'm wondering how long I can truck along like this, doing it all alone with only the odd smattering of help every month or so. My guess is indefinitely. Why? Because there really is just no other option. That's why.
It was so lovely to receive so many wishes for a happy birthday for Angus from so many family and friends. A little disappointing not to receive the same from others, however I can't change others and how they feel, nor do I wish to. For the impressions people have been given, whilst in many cases false, are their own, and I would have as much hope of "changing" what people think as the sun does of catching the moon. So I just continue on with my life, knowing that it is inevitable that the truth will show itself.
On a side note, BBQ rib flavoured chips do not taste like BBQ ribs. I think that is a blatant case of false advertising. In fact I would go so far as to say that ALL meat flavoured chips simply miss the mark. Surely there must be someone who wishes to research this most pressing of issues a little further and get our chips to taste like meat. Surely.
And on that note I shall flee. I seem to be in here a lot less often than I actually intend to be. It is the fault of the interruptednet that I have been somewhat scarce, as it has decided, of its own accord, to disallow me access from various different things at various different times. I guess it is just trying to keep me on my toes. So I tiptoe away and hope this post actually succeeds.......
It has been a big day overall. This morning Tabitha got her plaster off, not before screaming the roof off the hospital mind you. But it is done, the plaster is gone, although Tabitha assures me that "it is still broken". It will be stiff and sore for a few weeks and she will need to get used to using it again, but I'm ecstatic the plaster is gone. No more sponge baths!
I took the mini ones to Maccas for dinner (their request). They had their little happy meal, then proceeded to run around the play area madly having an absolute wow of a time. We then headed home, opened some presents, played with those for a while, then had some cake (Angus even blew out the candles without much help clever lad), then more playing, then everyone into bed.
Since that time I have been dutifully getting things ready for Angus's Cars party on Sunday. For those of you who haven't caught up with it yet I have what is referred to as an "essential tremor". It means I shake. Not as much as someone with Parkinson's disease, but it is a visible and noticeable shake nonetheless. Let me tell you, it makes sticking smarties on to milky way bars incredibly precarious. And almost laughable at times. But 2 hours later and I'm done!
So there remains very little to be done for the party. Except the cake. The Cars shaped cake. Oh yes. That. Complete with "icing" guide. Something tells me he will be getting a Cars shaped cake with "Cars" written on it, rather than the elaborate form of artwork the tin tells me I should be attempting. As it is, I am not much of a baker so who knows what it will taste like anyway! I have some mini teeny cupcakes as well - well, I will have by then - so if all fails with the cake, kids always love cupcakes.
And just for something different I'm tired. I'm wondering how long I can truck along like this, doing it all alone with only the odd smattering of help every month or so. My guess is indefinitely. Why? Because there really is just no other option. That's why.
It was so lovely to receive so many wishes for a happy birthday for Angus from so many family and friends. A little disappointing not to receive the same from others, however I can't change others and how they feel, nor do I wish to. For the impressions people have been given, whilst in many cases false, are their own, and I would have as much hope of "changing" what people think as the sun does of catching the moon. So I just continue on with my life, knowing that it is inevitable that the truth will show itself.
On a side note, BBQ rib flavoured chips do not taste like BBQ ribs. I think that is a blatant case of false advertising. In fact I would go so far as to say that ALL meat flavoured chips simply miss the mark. Surely there must be someone who wishes to research this most pressing of issues a little further and get our chips to taste like meat. Surely.
And on that note I shall flee. I seem to be in here a lot less often than I actually intend to be. It is the fault of the interruptednet that I have been somewhat scarce, as it has decided, of its own accord, to disallow me access from various different things at various different times. I guess it is just trying to keep me on my toes. So I tiptoe away and hope this post actually succeeds.......
Thursday, September 13, 2012
It isn't my fault.
That I haven't blogged since whenever the last one was. For I have tried, unsuccessfully, on many an occasion.
So here I am. Finally.
And what do I have to say? Not a great deal.
Tabitha gets her plaster off on Angus's birthday. She thinks that is pretty special, and Angus doesn't really get the whole thing anyway, although I'm tipping that at his party he will get it just a tad more than previously.
What do I have to say right now? So so much, but so very little. Why? Because some things you just don't talk about. Perhaps to very close friends and family, but not in the big bad blogosphere.
One thing I will say is this - you get one life. Use it wisely.
I had some more profound statements to make but to be honest they flew out the window as soon as the elation of actually being able to get on here sunk in.
One other thing though - kids are only young once. Time waits for no man (or woman for that matter). You may think you are proving a point. You are not. You are missing out. In a huge way. Don't. Because you don't have to.
And if you have something to say to someone, say it. For you know not what tomorrow may bring. And in that regard, remember that if you can't say something nice, tis best to say nothing at all.
So there you go. A blog full of riddles. If you work them out, good on you. If you don't, I truly hope that time favours you and allows you to work them out before it is too late.
And there endeth the lesson.
So here I am. Finally.
And what do I have to say? Not a great deal.
Tabitha gets her plaster off on Angus's birthday. She thinks that is pretty special, and Angus doesn't really get the whole thing anyway, although I'm tipping that at his party he will get it just a tad more than previously.
What do I have to say right now? So so much, but so very little. Why? Because some things you just don't talk about. Perhaps to very close friends and family, but not in the big bad blogosphere.
One thing I will say is this - you get one life. Use it wisely.
I had some more profound statements to make but to be honest they flew out the window as soon as the elation of actually being able to get on here sunk in.
One other thing though - kids are only young once. Time waits for no man (or woman for that matter). You may think you are proving a point. You are not. You are missing out. In a huge way. Don't. Because you don't have to.
And if you have something to say to someone, say it. For you know not what tomorrow may bring. And in that regard, remember that if you can't say something nice, tis best to say nothing at all.
So there you go. A blog full of riddles. If you work them out, good on you. If you don't, I truly hope that time favours you and allows you to work them out before it is too late.
And there endeth the lesson.
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