Getting there

Here is a progress shot, still need to sand, tile and paint.
Note, Coffee cup tree in background, not my normal thing but as I had no where for coffee cups I went to my local Sally shop, paid $2 and painted it shiny black enamel and hey presto, cup holder.

Just like my mothers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! shudder

Yahoo it is Christmas tree day!

Oh welcome ye old Christmas tree day. Infact I have just decided in honour of one of my favourite days of the year, Ella shall never go to school on this day.

Yes my cunning plan of getting the Decorations down from the crawl space worked and the are currently on the deck, just in case of any of those crawly buggers are lying in wait.

Righto tallyho, Christmas decorations away!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Hello Crappy kitchen

This is our old kitchen, we have just bought a third hand kitchen off good ole trade me in an attempt to get more space, I will post a piccie as soon as I feel I have something to show. Much sanding and painting to be done!

So much to do and so little time

It has been an awfully long time since my last blogging and in all honesty I am so tired to even think of anything I have done let alone write about it.

However being the excitable person I am and do you know what day tomorrow is? Christmas tree day!!!!!! Currently CH is out again at a so called 'Managers meeting' code for drink lots and come home stinking and slobbering and eventually snoring his way to a happy sleep on the couch. This poses a problem as my Christmas decorations are currently in our roof space guarded with hundreds of spiders as big as my head. I will not be getting them.

I have written a note and stuck it on the toilet wall wishing CH a most enjoyable good night piss and of course enquiring of his night out and casually mentioning how excited I was to be putting the tree up and would he be kind enough to get the decorations down for moi. I of course may have to use my womanly charm to seal the deal. In this case my womanly charm will be polietly saying could he remove his hand from my breast rather than saying 'feck off your stinky c#nt! no chance tonight'

Seven deadly sins

Spanks Martha, tagged and I am it.

The Seven Deadly SinsLust, Gluttony, Greed, Sloth, Wrath, Envy and Pride. Which (if any) have you broken and give examples.

Lust: Between you and I, I was forced to congratulate CH on a job well done last evening, lets just say he went above and beyond. No, I am not showing off, I am a little surprised thats all. But if we keep this on a unrequented level, Oh Patrick Dempsey you set my girls bits all a quiver!

Gluttony: My biggest and most loved sin, yesterday a family block of Cadbury dream and I loved every moment of it.

Greed: Apart from the usual must have accesories like botox , zambesi and liposuction, I am extremely lucky to have got what I most wanted from life when I did not even realise what it was.

Sloth: Nope nothing to see here, like carpet, or surfaces even.

Wrath: I am not proud of it but in a former teenage life I chopped off a girls ponytail for sleeping with my boyfriend. How icky and unkind.

Envy: Yes I have envy and I hate the feeling of it, it makes me want to shower(with patrick) I envy women with waists and and pity women who dont have cellulite.

Pride: That I have in stacks, I think am am truly someone who could die from embarressment for asking for help.

I will put tags in when I work out how to put links ella is currently opening a can of whup ass on her mother. quite time over

Look at my Spuddies

This time next week I shall be enjoying these sweet little babies, freshly dug, boiled with home grown mint and served dripping with butter and a sprinkle of salt.

mmmnnnnnn spuddddiessss

Whitcoulls Sale

I know it sounds a bit of a cop out BUT the old buy two and get one free sale at Whitcoulls is great, I managed to get three pressies sorted, surprisingly quick. The variety was even not so bad.

I brought this fab wee book of old advertisements given a new twist for my mother in law, nice and light with a couple of good giggles.

Oh bless.

Tis the season

Four presents bought already, under buget as well! One Christmas wreath made and ready to hang.. I am not overly happy with my wreath but I was just working with what I had. I would have been more happy if I had been able to get plain white fairy lights but coloured will have to do and and $3.50 I can hardly complain.

Hmmn it does not look that flash in the photo as you can hardly see the woven flax and sparkles and gold, in reality it looks much better.

Christmas is coming

Hurrah, I looooooooooooove christmas, I am currently in full scale create mode, the house is covered with all things that glitter and sparkle(includng the carpet, a wee accident with a tube of glue) This is the same glue that made a cleaning rag smoke sitting on our lovely wooden table. I may be creative but also a little absentminded when it comes to keeping things paint and glue free. Luckily I now have someone else to blame, yesterday she knocked a can of raspberry over on our carpet. of course she did.....not me....oh no as on my diet why would I have a can of raspberry...oh she also must have whipped to the shop and bought it. Naughty bubba.

Here is a picture of Tahi really caught up in the merriment of Christmas past. You will see her shudder when I drag out the box of christmas decorations out of storage, as she know what is instore. The cat is smarter and will be long gone.

Righto before I make more mess I must go for a walk, so I can spend the afternoon doing fun stuff.

Help

If I had gone walking this morning it would have been for the 5th day in a row. No it was not raining, I had not stepped on a mine and blown my toes off, it was not my birthday, it was not CH's birthday(I would have gone walking if that was the case!) It was purely a matter of lazy looser lardy large arse was resident in my head.

As penance I baked two batches of biccies and will mow the lawns later. Actually this is the time I am supposed to being mowing the lawns. Getting a little side tracked then.

I heard a fantastic Interview with an author today on NR, a fellow by the name of Robert Fisk. I must check if that is the right name actually. Robert is a foreign correspondent and has been working out of the middle east for the last thirty years. This chap had interviewed OBL three times, the first of which when he was on team America. I am hoping it will be a good read. I may as well try and understand the middle east conflicts as spending too much thinking time on our own politics just makes my blood boil at present(I wont start) Oh well just another thing to add to the already huge Christmas list I have on a spread sheet so CH can peruse at his leisure.

I adore christmas and this will be the first year since I was a child that we do not have much money. This was our decision we knew it would be hard on one income. Don't get me wrong we still live well. I just never thought I would not be able to lavish gifts upon my loved ones and that will be the worst. My family have never had any money and myself being the more successful one out of the bunch always bought them nice things at christmas. My mother has never bought herself anything frivolous and still uses soap as shampoo and baby powder as deodorant. That is why I love the smell of baby powder. I am almost embarressed and feel like I should be apologising for not being able to get give many gifts this year. I know it is silly and it is not expected of me, I just love giving. I am very creative and clever with crafts, but even they take foldings to start with. I am yet to decide to give little things as the thought or pool the money on more important people for proper gifts.

Hmmn still managing to not mow the lawns. Right I am going to do them now, no do not try to stop me. Mana tangata has just started on NatR so I cannot understand it anyway, ideal time to battle with the lawn mower.

Darn, I thought I had a chance of being more Exciting

How evil are you?

A wee note from a fitness guru

And yes that would be me. (self glorified snif!) After all you are reading the writings of a 'three days in a row' walker! Oh such will power and determination of getting up at sparrow fart(we will now be calling this, Thrush fart in honor of Ted) doning on my eight year old trainers, dragging the dog out of bed and forcing myself to walk for fourty minutes. I loath it. There is always something to piss me off. This morning it was a combination of blisters and the surfboard I was wearing had rearranged itself and the sticky underside tried to give me a brazilian with every step.....................................one hair at a time. Mutter mutter.

I have twelve weeks to loose 5kgs, mainly over Christmas. Super timing. Perhaps near on impossible.

I have Thrush

Listening to 'The Brother where art thou' soundtrack. I have not heard it in ages a refreshing change.

It is amazing what one little letter can do to a sentence. To be more accurate the title would read, 'I have a Thrush' Lets be honest, not as catchy.

Last night was a most wakeful night. Not only was our angel having sleep issues but our pets decided to have a party. Cat tearing up the hallway, running over the bed, beating up our turkish rug, rucking our lounge suite, finally pulling towels out of my neatly folded linen cupboard.

Dog, knocking over rubbish bin and chasing something around the yard. I was hoping it was the cat.

I have just come back from hanging the washing out, the dog was very happy to see me and even more excited when she saw I was going into the garden area. This area is my santuary, a dog free zone and today she thought she had a chance to make it in. Upon closing the gate on her, just missing her nose(I'll be quicker next time) I found what had been causing the excitment, it was a regular old Thrush. Absolutly frozen in fear, unblinking and dishevelied and to top it all off thepoor buggers cloaking device was obviously not working.

What to do, as I know my sluggish cat would have no qualms in playing with this poor creature and make it fly around with entrials hanging out. Trust me, I have come home to blood and guts at eye level. The dog is just gagging to not be lowest on the food chain in the family also would not show our guest hospitality.

After chasing the bird around the yard in my nightie, Ted the Thrush now resides in a DB export box with my last piece of bread. Washing basket on the top and locked in the garden shed with the cat trying to pick the lock. I am hoping the darkness will let ted sleep and have a wee nibble and get energy to fly away tonight. Slight prob, it is very hot. Ted may be cooked like a turkey, perhaps I will add some rosemary just in case, oh well no need to buy meat for tonights supper.

Ella not so Enchanted

Thankfully Ella is much better again today. She cried solidly for a few hours at 3am, I am trying to delude myself it is because she missed us. She is being absolutely horrible to me. Crying solidly and wanting to be walked around all day while trying to gore my eyes out or rip my lips off when I give her a kiss. As soon as daddy walks in, she goes from demon spawn to laughing angel. We had a a good half hour yesterday avo and here she is.


Quite a good angle I thought, you can actually see her neck, more like cheeks and less like jowls.

The update

Ella is much better. No where near her normal enchanting self but well on the mend. Still no results back.

We had a wonderful visit from Jules and Milly Molly who came bearing gifts of the most fantastic party dress for Ella, all the way from England.

One cannot go to a wedding wearing the same dress as another. I know you should never look better than the bride but Ella is going to give her a run for her money. Mind you the bride is about the same size as Ella, the could interchange at half time. Meow.
All we need now is accesories and a new outfit for Me, with a new body to wear it on.

I have not mentioned my dieting in a long time, no need to start now. Enough said.

Tanzania

As I am feeling a little off today I chose to liven myself up with a little jewellery.

Also a good chance to flick through some photos.

Todays little number was bought not far from where I photgraphed this little fellow.

Zanzibar a little island off the coast of Africa

Good news

After our visit to the doctors yesterday, I came home with a letter to admit us into hospital. The Doctor had left the over night decision to us. Sweet Jesus. I can't even decide which shampoo to use.

I was sure that there would be improvement overnight as it could not get any worse but CH on the other hand was sure she needed to be admitted right at that moment.

A fantastic start to the evening as you can imagine. On the one hand I had faith and felt she was getting better but did not want to have CH voice 'I told you so' over an issue so important.

Thankfully her temperature got down to 38. She is still sluggish, grumpy and off her food, but she is sleeping. We went to back to the doctors again today, still no test results. Basically the doctor said we may never know what was wrong, and as long as she shows improvement, that is all we can ask.

Buggery bullocks, yes I understand, but feck, you mean it could happen again! As suspected he did bring up the ole 'possible bad reaction to Men B' Lordy I thought long and hard over that one, making the decsion to get her immunised was a long process.

I gave her a treat yesterday, the joys of a leomonade popsicle. Well she needed to keep her fluids up. It was lovely watching her try and work out how to attack it. It has been a long time since I shared a leomonade popsicle. Infact being the gannet I am, I probebly have never shared a popsicle. It did not taste quite as good as I remember, when I used to flog mum's milk money and buy one for 15cents, I was shocked to have to pay 95cents.

I feel absolutely knackered today, I may even have a wee read on the bed this avo. I doubt it, I will get caught up in doing something, at the moment I am addicted to the food channel.

Righto must go as domestic chores await.

TGIM

Not long to go now and I shall be able to put my head down for a sleep that is without anxiety and fear. Our weekend has been horrible. I knew something was wrong with Ella all this week as she was just terrible, at first I thought it was a reaction to Men B, then I thought at last she was teething and by friday night a temperature hit.

I have never felt so helpless.

I know it sounds silly but I guess I am a bit embarrased when I think there is something wrong with Ella as generally people in the medical profession have this knack of making you feel like you are wasting their time, you know the ole first time mum fussiness. It is possible it is my imagination, but I just hate to put anyone out.

Terrible night Friday, terrible day sat, sleepless night rocking Ella around the lounge was my big Saturday night. Finally 7pm Sunday morning we took her to the emergency doctor. Cue nasty old and bitter nurse who treated us like we were naughty children and Ella like she was a second hand rag doll. Thankfully there was a nice doctor on who confirmed that yes she was unwell but has no idea why. I then spent the rest of the day holding my bare bummed girl with a plastic piss vial in one hand to collect urine. They but a bag on her which she managed to poo all over and since we forgot her nappy bag, it was good times.

I have had hardly any sleep as she did nothing but sob all sunday night and yelled until she lost her bark and she would hardly let me sit at all, she was so hot I could almost cook Jason's brekkie on her forhead. The worst part was all she wanted to do was feed and she must have bit my nipples nearly fifty time during the night, she was just so angry. I think she was pissed off with the cricket, crappy Black Caps. Well at least it was something to watch during the wee hours.

Off to the doctors again this morning to get results but nasty nurse had fecked up the sample so back to the drawing board. Finally, I have got another sample(mostly all over me) and now I have finally got her down. She is just so sad. I love her nature, even through tear filled eyes, she still has smiles for ill old ladies sitting in the waiting room. Back to the doctors again at two, I might even change my clothes as they are covered in baby snot and tears, I hope she wakes up well.

Oh yes I will be Mr Killinchy's love slave

I am currently relaxing into a bowl of the most heavenly icecream. It has been well over a year in my addiction to Killinchy Chocolate Fudge Brownie Ice Cream. Oh I have flirted and have had flings with other flavours but CFB has always been my bitch. Until now.

Introducing my new main squeeze Killinchy Banoffee ice cream. Ohhhhhh yeahhhhhh

Another lovely day today, I made a fabulous ginger crunch with double the icing with very little crunch and shaved 85% pure cocoa italian chocolate on the top. Oh this stuff is not just ordinary chocolate to eat and enjoy it is for getting high on. God bless cocoa beans and underpaid labour in Mexico.

I had some patients today so I spent time with our destroyer of all stinky dog and have nearly taught her to roll over. Dumb dog, give me a bear with a nose ring any day.

It has been two days of head spinning hell with my red cheeked angel. I am suspecting teeth could soon be chewing upon my nipple. As romantic is that may sound to someone off the farm, the prospect is quite daunting. I am hoping to Breast feed until she is one all going well, provided my bits are still attached.

We went to swimming lessons today and it has been the only time in a few days she was relaxed and happy, poor kid she must be sore, I wish I knew it was teething or something else. She had her MenB jab on Monday, she reacted to the first one but was fine with the second. Oh how I wish for a manual.

At the moment I am looking into having a worm farm to eat all of our rubbish and dog poo, great idea I wonder if it will work. All I need is a bucket, a big hole, cup-o-worms and hey presto natuaral garbage disposal. It seems so easy....too easy. I must admit to having fears that the worms will spill out and takeover the world.

My mother called this morning, they will be visiting for sunday lunch this week. First time ever. Why do I feel so uneasy.

Sadly tonight was 'Bro town' night. I had forgotten it was the finale last week. Although I am heartened by the news of another series of 'Seven periods with Mr Gormsby' is being made. I love TV and in the past have watched much crap but currently there is hardly a thing on I will watch. It truly must be getting bad.

Say NO to reality TV.