Yes ladies, I did threaten it. I had been flirting with infomercials for some time now and had fully convinced myself that the number one phenomenon in exercise was for me. TURBO JAM! and bugger me but it is not all that bad.
Thus far I have exercised five days in the past six. Truly unheard of in my world. The real eye opener is that I did know I was unfit but I will still holding on to a glimmer of hope that it would not be all that bad. It was so much worse.
Day one, I watched the learner sequence that showed you how to do the eleven moves used in the workout. I could not make it past the learning for not only is my coordination shot but I was a sweating gibbering mess by the end of the learning section.
Day Two, Success I completed the first fifteen minutes learning and graduated on to a fifteen minute workout.
It has continued and now I can do most of the moves and put them together in a almost exercise like manner. I am encouraged with how quickly things get easier, So all in all coming together nicely my next hurdle is how to gag whingeing children.
Not changing my diet yet and focusing on getting mobile.
A good friend said to me recently something along the lines of "If you change nothing in your life then how can your life change" Well said and point taken.
Also wanting to do a Triathalon, well baby steps huh!
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Play group drama
I knew it was too good to be true, a gaggle of girls meeting once a week and not having bitchy catfights. It happened yesterday and I was not even involved but still I feel the discomfort. Thats the problem, ever since I had my babies my empathy is off the charts and I simply cannot handle others hurt. Particulary when a bully is involved.
You hear of Mother's Group bullies, I have actually been witness to one before and then as per usual I chose to get the hell out Dodge. This is normally fairly easy for me to cut ties with little coffee groups, in the past I really have not wanted to attend so it has been an easy and predictable out. This however is different as there is many women here that I truly like and do not want to bail because it is too hard. Besides I bet it will have blown over in a week or two.
Coffee group ettiquitte is quite complex with many unwritten boundries that differ from group to group. Hell the hell, do you as learner parent stand a chance against a coffee weary veteran in a confrontation. You can always tell the ladies who for years frequent these dens of the instant blend. They are the ones who always have their crappy stained clothes on(because they have learned not to wear their best like new Mummies and besides are so comfortable with who they are and how they parent), their children always have their nose crusted in snot and usually have a shitty nappy which is laughed off, they are not phased by their child bonking kiddies on the head and only laugh when some other child steals their kids lunch.
Ah so much to learn, I am not even close to being at that stage but am slowly getting there. I remember a time when I would throw stern accusing looks at snotty nosed children, MY CHILD MIGHT CATCH A COLD! or the first time another child pushed my first born, now it is my child pushing others, mainly where food is involved of course. The way she eats at playgroup is just embarrassing, but that is another story. In fact I think it was commented today that perhaps Ella should have her own table to give others a fighting chance of eating something.
OH the shame! ya see I still need my training wheels
You hear of Mother's Group bullies, I have actually been witness to one before and then as per usual I chose to get the hell out Dodge. This is normally fairly easy for me to cut ties with little coffee groups, in the past I really have not wanted to attend so it has been an easy and predictable out. This however is different as there is many women here that I truly like and do not want to bail because it is too hard. Besides I bet it will have blown over in a week or two.
Coffee group ettiquitte is quite complex with many unwritten boundries that differ from group to group. Hell the hell, do you as learner parent stand a chance against a coffee weary veteran in a confrontation. You can always tell the ladies who for years frequent these dens of the instant blend. They are the ones who always have their crappy stained clothes on(because they have learned not to wear their best like new Mummies and besides are so comfortable with who they are and how they parent), their children always have their nose crusted in snot and usually have a shitty nappy which is laughed off, they are not phased by their child bonking kiddies on the head and only laugh when some other child steals their kids lunch.
Ah so much to learn, I am not even close to being at that stage but am slowly getting there. I remember a time when I would throw stern accusing looks at snotty nosed children, MY CHILD MIGHT CATCH A COLD! or the first time another child pushed my first born, now it is my child pushing others, mainly where food is involved of course. The way she eats at playgroup is just embarrassing, but that is another story. In fact I think it was commented today that perhaps Ella should have her own table to give others a fighting chance of eating something.
OH the shame! ya see I still need my training wheels
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
Do you have a secret friend? I did. Someone who is so special that upon my most wakeful hours I can retreat into the depths of my mind and have adventures or seek comfort. Someone who is so high upon a pedestal that they have aged only as you have wanted and imagined them to. Someone who can look into your eyes and only see the goodness of your soul. A fantastic friendship, one not tarnished by sexual innuendo and really if at all honest completely made up. This one however is very much alive.......................... and yet is very dead to me.
Normally I am thankful of such a wistful imagination but today I am just haunted. I dreamt of said person last night, which is quite normal but this time was very different. Normally my dreams are fun, full of laughs and interesting times. In my dreams I always meet with this person and I imagine myself from years ago completely untarnished by the years. This time I was myself in all my old, warty, worn and wrinkled glory. It was horrible. I felt exsposed and as embarressed as if I had just pissed my pants halfway through a important job interview.
In my dream in my cringeful state, we had a conversation. One of those honest converstations that completely rapes you with reality. I feel like I have lost something with no chance of getting it back. I do not want to move on but want to keep things in my head behind glass with a sign that says 'Do not touch, display only!'
I suspect this comes from my period returning. It seems to signal the end of the birth experience with Poppy. The fact that I could indeed get pregnant again makes me feel somehow disloyal to Poppy. Like the cord finally being severed. I guess I am very aware of how quickly my baby is growing and will soon be a toddler. I am also aware that this baby will be the last I have. It does make me a little sad. It is all just stupid hormones I guess but has given me an odd uneven feeling.
Normally I am thankful of such a wistful imagination but today I am just haunted. I dreamt of said person last night, which is quite normal but this time was very different. Normally my dreams are fun, full of laughs and interesting times. In my dreams I always meet with this person and I imagine myself from years ago completely untarnished by the years. This time I was myself in all my old, warty, worn and wrinkled glory. It was horrible. I felt exsposed and as embarressed as if I had just pissed my pants halfway through a important job interview.
In my dream in my cringeful state, we had a conversation. One of those honest converstations that completely rapes you with reality. I feel like I have lost something with no chance of getting it back. I do not want to move on but want to keep things in my head behind glass with a sign that says 'Do not touch, display only!'
I suspect this comes from my period returning. It seems to signal the end of the birth experience with Poppy. The fact that I could indeed get pregnant again makes me feel somehow disloyal to Poppy. Like the cord finally being severed. I guess I am very aware of how quickly my baby is growing and will soon be a toddler. I am also aware that this baby will be the last I have. It does make me a little sad. It is all just stupid hormones I guess but has given me an odd uneven feeling.
Sunday, May 06, 2007
Well honey lets put on my $5 hooker shoes we are going out on a date
To all ye hard working Mum's out there, rejoice as all is not lost...................unlike my waistline.
It is Monday, all day. Unlike most previous Monday's I can actually stand on my soapbox and shout that I had a fricken fantastic, completely reckless, debauched and irresponsible weekend.
Go on, ask me how my weekend was.................
I am not going to tell you all of the sordid details in the hope of keeping your lunch down. Today is CH's Birthday and he is a young 36 with only minor crumbling around the edges. This year I wanted to do something special but my choices were fairly limited. I wanted to actually relax with my CH and just enjoy each other without the responsibility of the day to day. I thought about many things, vineyard tours, fishing but in the end I felt we would be spending all out time driving to places as we could not be away for the night due to Poppy still getting up in the early hours.
I came up with the idea of a day stay in a hotel. I was completely embarressed ringing around the hotels to see if they did such a thing as 'Daystays' I felt like the wicked whore of Babylon and the thought of checking in had me cringeing. In fact when ringing around I actually made out that I was doing it on someone elses belhalf, I am such a geek. Really what does it matter what other people think "Yeah, sure that is your husband!" wink wink You would have thought that perhaps on some level that it would be a bit exciting to check in and have someone think that you were a working lady(or the fact people would pay to have sex with you!) but no, mostly discomfort.
I had CH convinced we were going on one of those god awlful shared lunches with a bunch of people you have never met, so you can imagine how happy he was with that. I actually organised his parents to come over for the weekend and even when they arrived I acted dumb, definately Oscar winning performance. His parents said they could come to the picnic but had to be in kaikoura by two so off went CH and I to get supplies for the picnic. We stopped at Couplands and got a couple of snacks and went to the counter with CH spouting off how it would never be enough and we needed more before we could go home. Instead of reacting as I normally would I said, ' honey, we are not going home.' He was so confused and said what are we going to take on the picnic. I replied in a calm relaxed tone 'honey we are not going on a picnic' I then gave him directions to the hotel and he was looking all anxious and going on about how we could not stay all night, who would feed Poppy?........................You CAN'T stay just for a couple of hours!!...........are YOU mad!...........I am in a sign written vehicle!.......... it was such a laugh, he would not check in with me as he was bashful.
The hotel was lovely, a good sized spa for two, Sky movies, good food, wine and lovely crisp sheets to mess up. To finish off the night we went out for a meal but I cannot say that that was a highlight but to spend so much time with each other, it was just lovely. I would not change my life thus far for anything but it was grand just to put it on hold for half a day.
I reccommend this for any of you out there.
It is Monday, all day. Unlike most previous Monday's I can actually stand on my soapbox and shout that I had a fricken fantastic, completely reckless, debauched and irresponsible weekend.
Go on, ask me how my weekend was.................
I am not going to tell you all of the sordid details in the hope of keeping your lunch down. Today is CH's Birthday and he is a young 36 with only minor crumbling around the edges. This year I wanted to do something special but my choices were fairly limited. I wanted to actually relax with my CH and just enjoy each other without the responsibility of the day to day. I thought about many things, vineyard tours, fishing but in the end I felt we would be spending all out time driving to places as we could not be away for the night due to Poppy still getting up in the early hours.
I came up with the idea of a day stay in a hotel. I was completely embarressed ringing around the hotels to see if they did such a thing as 'Daystays' I felt like the wicked whore of Babylon and the thought of checking in had me cringeing. In fact when ringing around I actually made out that I was doing it on someone elses belhalf, I am such a geek. Really what does it matter what other people think "Yeah, sure that is your husband!" wink wink You would have thought that perhaps on some level that it would be a bit exciting to check in and have someone think that you were a working lady(or the fact people would pay to have sex with you!) but no, mostly discomfort.
I had CH convinced we were going on one of those god awlful shared lunches with a bunch of people you have never met, so you can imagine how happy he was with that. I actually organised his parents to come over for the weekend and even when they arrived I acted dumb, definately Oscar winning performance. His parents said they could come to the picnic but had to be in kaikoura by two so off went CH and I to get supplies for the picnic. We stopped at Couplands and got a couple of snacks and went to the counter with CH spouting off how it would never be enough and we needed more before we could go home. Instead of reacting as I normally would I said, ' honey, we are not going home.' He was so confused and said what are we going to take on the picnic. I replied in a calm relaxed tone 'honey we are not going on a picnic' I then gave him directions to the hotel and he was looking all anxious and going on about how we could not stay all night, who would feed Poppy?........................You CAN'T stay just for a couple of hours!!...........are YOU mad!...........I am in a sign written vehicle!.......... it was such a laugh, he would not check in with me as he was bashful.
The hotel was lovely, a good sized spa for two, Sky movies, good food, wine and lovely crisp sheets to mess up. To finish off the night we went out for a meal but I cannot say that that was a highlight but to spend so much time with each other, it was just lovely. I would not change my life thus far for anything but it was grand just to put it on hold for half a day.
I reccommend this for any of you out there.
Sunday, April 29, 2007
No more morning tv for me
I got a couple of comments last week about my weight. It is true I have lost a couple of pounds since I had that god awlful bug and I did do weight watchers for four days nearly a month ago. Then why do I denounce the fact and hush it up or mumble something incomprehensible and pretend to look at something very interesting under my fingernails. So perhaps I should learn to take the comments as how they were given as surely one of the reasons why you loose weight is so people notice.
It seems to have had the opposite effect and sent me ears pinned back, head first into the human equivelent of pigs swill. I want to loose the weight I really do, infact I was nearly suckered into a informercial about an exercise dvd called TURBO JAM! Perhaps it had something to do with JAM in the title. Damn your subliminal advertising and ab waggling ways.
So my exercise this week will be accepting compliments graciously. Well provided I actually do something worth complimenting. That in itself should be the exercise du jour. I need a token American friend for a week as they as a nation seem to excel in this area. Aussies, need not apply as the key word here team is 'Graciously'
It seems to have had the opposite effect and sent me ears pinned back, head first into the human equivelent of pigs swill. I want to loose the weight I really do, infact I was nearly suckered into a informercial about an exercise dvd called TURBO JAM! Perhaps it had something to do with JAM in the title. Damn your subliminal advertising and ab waggling ways.
So my exercise this week will be accepting compliments graciously. Well provided I actually do something worth complimenting. That in itself should be the exercise du jour. I need a token American friend for a week as they as a nation seem to excel in this area. Aussies, need not apply as the key word here team is 'Graciously'
Thursday, April 19, 2007
Mamma Mamma MAMMA mamma MUM!!!! mamma mamma mamma mammma MAMMA MAMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
It is true what they say about hurting those we love the most. How to you stop?
I cannot believe how intolerant I am these days. I seem to be angry about everything. Poor Ella, yes, she is being naughty in places but there are also the times that she really does not mean to tip milo on the carpet three times in a row, in fact it is my fault for letting her have it in a cup. But still she gets the telling off and the classic 'BE CAREFUL' I am so sick of saying that and getting the tongue clicking Tsk Tsk parroted back at me!
There is a moment before I react to something she has done, it is crystal clear and if there was parenting Olympics I would win gold.................but most of the time that bubble bursts and I react with 70's classic parenting style, all yelling, angry, saying hurtful things like go away or even a smack on a well padded nappy.
The biggest thing that sends me over the edge is a habit Ella and most likely all children have of her age and that is repeatedly saying Mamma over and over the worst of it is that she continues until I hold eye contact and then two seconds later it is the same. All blooming day. My only respite is eating and TV.
I always feel so bad when I yell at her that I always try to make it up in some way for example when she got up I put the baby to sleep so I could spend some quality time with my eldest, except she had other ideas and wanted to whinge and do none of the things available.........makes me wish I had never made an effort, just continued with the housework and let her watch TV earlier. Essentially the same result except now not only to I feel a bad parent I feel a rejected parent as well.
I guess this is one of those learning curves and I know that when I am a worldly parent of teenagers I will look back at this and think water off a ducks back! I will get there.
I cannot believe how intolerant I am these days. I seem to be angry about everything. Poor Ella, yes, she is being naughty in places but there are also the times that she really does not mean to tip milo on the carpet three times in a row, in fact it is my fault for letting her have it in a cup. But still she gets the telling off and the classic 'BE CAREFUL' I am so sick of saying that and getting the tongue clicking Tsk Tsk parroted back at me!
There is a moment before I react to something she has done, it is crystal clear and if there was parenting Olympics I would win gold.................but most of the time that bubble bursts and I react with 70's classic parenting style, all yelling, angry, saying hurtful things like go away or even a smack on a well padded nappy.
The biggest thing that sends me over the edge is a habit Ella and most likely all children have of her age and that is repeatedly saying Mamma over and over the worst of it is that she continues until I hold eye contact and then two seconds later it is the same. All blooming day. My only respite is eating and TV.
I always feel so bad when I yell at her that I always try to make it up in some way for example when she got up I put the baby to sleep so I could spend some quality time with my eldest, except she had other ideas and wanted to whinge and do none of the things available.........makes me wish I had never made an effort, just continued with the housework and let her watch TV earlier. Essentially the same result except now not only to I feel a bad parent I feel a rejected parent as well.
I guess this is one of those learning curves and I know that when I am a worldly parent of teenagers I will look back at this and think water off a ducks back! I will get there.
Hey dummy
I do not want to put a curse upon myself, but it has been three days without a dummy and two nights of sleeping through! FECK YEAH. Too early to bask in my parenting glory, it could be a coincidence or the fact CH is not here????? I guess tonight will tell
OMG!!!!
Sisters everywhere, get upon your knees and raise your hands in the air and give me a huge HELL YEAH!
I have been having one of those 'woe is me weeks' these delicious modern miracles hauled me from the brink of despair and plunged me headfirst into a milo filled pool of gluttony.
Seriously ladies, bite the ends off and suck through milo goodness, not too much mind and you will have the most amazing rich and sticky scrummy hunk of love................
Bloody lovely, spend the fruit and vege buget on something nice for a change!
Wearing only a towel
I have just sat down. My shoulders with the ache of the week past, my head hurts and my nose is running and I have the shortest fuse known to man. Although I have just put my first born to bed I can still hear the constant bleat of MAMMA.....MAMMA...MAMMMA echoing around my head.
It has been a long week of solo parenting and thankfully CH gets home tonight. I knew the week was going to be a challenge but to be fair it had a cracker start. CH sent me off for a suprise massage as thanks for being my lovely self. I must admit to almost breaking out in hives at the thought of going 'oh my god, stranger rubbing me in oil, most likely the fattest and most hideous she has seen in her career............................shit must shave legs and underarms...............whoops I have not been drying between my toes properly and they are horrid, how embarrassing......TOENAILS or in my case claws.....' It really was fantastic and not the horrendous experience I was bracing myself for, the woman was lovely the place was serene and the massage was well worth it. I really want to go and take advantage of all else the have on offer, Indian head massage....I nearly go weak at the knees at the thought of that one. They use stones for one of the massages, I wonder if I bring my own do I get it cheaper?
It has been a long week of solo parenting and thankfully CH gets home tonight. I knew the week was going to be a challenge but to be fair it had a cracker start. CH sent me off for a suprise massage as thanks for being my lovely self. I must admit to almost breaking out in hives at the thought of going 'oh my god, stranger rubbing me in oil, most likely the fattest and most hideous she has seen in her career............................shit must shave legs and underarms...............whoops I have not been drying between my toes properly and they are horrid, how embarrassing......TOENAILS or in my case claws.....' It really was fantastic and not the horrendous experience I was bracing myself for, the woman was lovely the place was serene and the massage was well worth it. I really want to go and take advantage of all else the have on offer, Indian head massage....I nearly go weak at the knees at the thought of that one. They use stones for one of the massages, I wonder if I bring my own do I get it cheaper?
Monday, April 16, 2007
Five Months today Pops!
Happy Birthday Darling............................now perhaps you can give Mama the birthday present and sleep through or just wake the once.............................................please
Currently waking every 15 - 30 mins at night. REALLY hard work. We have just about tried everything, now I have a new theory, could it be the Dummy's fault as she has no problems going to sleep but wakes when the dummy falls out.
Duc tape anybody?
Well today we are going cold turkey on the dummy and could be a hard couple of days but really they cannot be worse than the nights. Any hints and tips greatrefully received.
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
Strike
This morning dawned to our trusty laboratory workers, fart, roll over and snuggle their heads further under duvets for a wee holiday. A 48 hour wee holiday in fact, for that is how long they are striking on our DHB because they want a 20% pay increase.
20% increase, who the hell are they kidding! It sounds so outlandish to me that they might have well asked for a 50% pay increase. Geez I would just like to get paid. For all I know they may only be getting minimum wage and a 20% rise may well be justified. I doubt this.
You callous wanking bastards, I well remember the last time those lazy shameful rash pricks held us to ransom. It was just before Christmas when my two week old baby was severely ill and airlifted to a Special Care Baby Unit. Without the lab tests our doctors had no idea and all they did was throw as many drugs at her as they could with the hope one would work. It was like throwing darts in a dark room full of kittens. Thankfully for me that nightmare ended but for how many unsuspecting others out there, is it just beginning.
Speaking of kittens, I do find it a little funny that our cherished government passed a law in which cats must be well fed and have shelter and warmth and trying to pass a anti smacking law, what about a ANTI STRIKE LAW ON ALL ESSENTIAL SERVICES TO FECKIN HEALTH LAW!
Radiographers are next. I am already panicking about the women who are pregnant and if something goes wrong during the strike time, what happens? I am grimacing, that has to be one of the worst feelings in the world, having problems antenatal and not knowing if the life you carry within you is there or gone. Look I do not really care about broken bones and things as there are drugs for that, how about put those empty time slots to good use and scan for any signs of a conscience.
I have mammoth loathing of being held to ransom. I recoil at the thought of giving into these people. We all should be responsible for the choices we make in life. If I wanted heaps of money I could have chosen a field in which had the capacity to earn it. Alternatively I would work really hard to be the top of the field and be well sought after. No point training to scoop ice cream and then complain about not getting chefs wages.
I guess the worst of it is, what if they actually got a pay rise of 20%, how long will it take for them to think, well that went well, shall we go another round. I guess you have to bank on them being fair and reasonable in the future....................is a 20% pay rise fair and reasonable now?
Giving these people a pay rise is REWARDING BAD BEHAVIOUR!
I hope and pray that all will be fine for the duration of the strikes. I fear that someone will have to die before this is stopped. I hope I am wrong
20% increase, who the hell are they kidding! It sounds so outlandish to me that they might have well asked for a 50% pay increase. Geez I would just like to get paid. For all I know they may only be getting minimum wage and a 20% rise may well be justified. I doubt this.
You callous wanking bastards, I well remember the last time those lazy shameful rash pricks held us to ransom. It was just before Christmas when my two week old baby was severely ill and airlifted to a Special Care Baby Unit. Without the lab tests our doctors had no idea and all they did was throw as many drugs at her as they could with the hope one would work. It was like throwing darts in a dark room full of kittens. Thankfully for me that nightmare ended but for how many unsuspecting others out there, is it just beginning.
Speaking of kittens, I do find it a little funny that our cherished government passed a law in which cats must be well fed and have shelter and warmth and trying to pass a anti smacking law, what about a ANTI STRIKE LAW ON ALL ESSENTIAL SERVICES TO FECKIN HEALTH LAW!
Radiographers are next. I am already panicking about the women who are pregnant and if something goes wrong during the strike time, what happens? I am grimacing, that has to be one of the worst feelings in the world, having problems antenatal and not knowing if the life you carry within you is there or gone. Look I do not really care about broken bones and things as there are drugs for that, how about put those empty time slots to good use and scan for any signs of a conscience.
I have mammoth loathing of being held to ransom. I recoil at the thought of giving into these people. We all should be responsible for the choices we make in life. If I wanted heaps of money I could have chosen a field in which had the capacity to earn it. Alternatively I would work really hard to be the top of the field and be well sought after. No point training to scoop ice cream and then complain about not getting chefs wages.
I guess the worst of it is, what if they actually got a pay rise of 20%, how long will it take for them to think, well that went well, shall we go another round. I guess you have to bank on them being fair and reasonable in the future....................is a 20% pay rise fair and reasonable now?
Giving these people a pay rise is REWARDING BAD BEHAVIOUR!
I hope and pray that all will be fine for the duration of the strikes. I fear that someone will have to die before this is stopped. I hope I am wrong
Sunday, April 08, 2007
Go stick a torch up your arse!
Now I mean that nicely.
A dear friend called me this weekend to ask for my worldly parenting advice. Unfortunately I still have my pull ups on and have much to learn. Her question was "How do you know if your child has worms" I really have no idea as that little bit of life's adventure is still one I am yet to experience. My only experience is with my cat and when she had a crap inside there were worms in it. So of course that was my answer. By this point I was on speaker phone talking to a rather jovial table of merry people. It came out that NO apparently there is better ways than sorting through you child's crap as the worms would only be there once you had wormed your darling. A more experienced parent at said table, lets call him 'Giggles' said what you really do is in the night, grab a torch, sneak into you childs bedroom and shine it up their ring piece!
Which begs the questions,
1.Is this true?
2.Was the Civic creche incident, only worm hunting?
3.Is that what "Giggles's" father used to tell his mother what he was doing?
4.Has conversation round the ole bar leaner got so poor that you are discussing worms and parasites(other that the ones sitting on the bar stools) Blooming heck I am glad I am married as that is just sad.
A dear friend called me this weekend to ask for my worldly parenting advice. Unfortunately I still have my pull ups on and have much to learn. Her question was "How do you know if your child has worms" I really have no idea as that little bit of life's adventure is still one I am yet to experience. My only experience is with my cat and when she had a crap inside there were worms in it. So of course that was my answer. By this point I was on speaker phone talking to a rather jovial table of merry people. It came out that NO apparently there is better ways than sorting through you child's crap as the worms would only be there once you had wormed your darling. A more experienced parent at said table, lets call him 'Giggles' said what you really do is in the night, grab a torch, sneak into you childs bedroom and shine it up their ring piece!
Which begs the questions,
1.Is this true?
2.Was the Civic creche incident, only worm hunting?
3.Is that what "Giggles's" father used to tell his mother what he was doing?
4.Has conversation round the ole bar leaner got so poor that you are discussing worms and parasites(other that the ones sitting on the bar stools) Blooming heck I am glad I am married as that is just sad.
Happy Easter
What can be more lovely than being awoken by a snuffling and crunching toddler as she follows and eats her way through a trail of mini M&M's leading to huge exclamations over pictured choccie bunny.
Sharing chocolate for brekkie, definitely wondering if they are my children. Who shares chocolate?
It has been a wonderful weekend we really have not done much but that in itself has been the attraction.
I am thankful of the current Easter trading law for without that our weekend would have been completely different as it was Jason still ended up at work on Friday and Saturday. The shops were absolutely crazy on Thursday who would have thought that two days of no trading could create such panic. Quite pathetic really.
You should see my pantry as this weekend I bottled homemade spaghetti and every time I open the doors and catch site of my weekends work I am so proud. Did I also mention that we now have a chest freezer? So exciting, I can freeze all overflow of produce and buy in bulk. CH is a an even worse geek as his first reaction to us finally getting an ice box is getting excited about what containers we could buy to store things neatly in!!!!!!!!!!!
Currently in our freezer we have loads of fish and an almost complete wild pig. An amazing thing has happened of late, CH is starting to feel almost as passionate about producing our own food and gathering locally as I do. Finally years of ranting seems to be taking effect, either that or he has just lost the will to live. I have been growing my own vegies eight years now and still consider myself with much to learn. I have decided not to put a winter crop in this year as the soil is so bad and have chosen to spend the winter preparing the soil for next summer. Already I am excited about it and cannot wait until we have a property of our own. I will need ten freezers to cope.
This weekend Blenheim has been bombarded with the drone of many aircraft, to be honest I had seen the signs and heard the advertisements but really took no notice....yawn.
BUT something about the sheer mass of planes seems to awoken my inner trainspotter, squadrons of real and replica planes flying in formations of over twenty planes above you home is a sight and sound to behold. The noise was so powerful you felt it and even was a little terrified for the pilots(not to mention if one dropped on my little part of the world, yep there goes my anxiety). This was the type of event that would give aircraft enthusiasts a hard on for the entire weekend, lack of blood to the brain and mass fainting everywhere.
Thursday, April 05, 2007
On the fifth day she rose again
Tis true, yesterday was the first day in which I was able to get out of bed and actually leave the house. It has been close to an open sewer this week at our home as we all have been stuck down with the most violent ab wrenching vomiting and runny arse that I have ever experienced. Extremely contagious basically everyone we spoke to ended up with it, nasty stuff,
It has been my most religious easter preparation ever as the entire lead up was spent upon my knees, gripping the water cistern yelling oh god........OH GOD. Admittedly I wish I had been able to use that last phrase in a different manner.
Geez I must have been a wanker in a past life as it is Easter(my favourite holiday no less) and all I can bloody stomach is the plainest of mashed spud and almost stale bread.
On the upside I have lost a few Kg's of late but being an illness I will most likely find them again.
No more silly diets ladies, I have saved all my water bottle lids so just send $50 and a self addresed envelope to my address and you too will be pooing in no time.
'Thanks Jody, I feel like I have discovered the secret to life.........'
'Oh without Jody's help and letting me lick her lids all those donuts I was eating would have stayed in my body'
It has been my most religious easter preparation ever as the entire lead up was spent upon my knees, gripping the water cistern yelling oh god........OH GOD. Admittedly I wish I had been able to use that last phrase in a different manner.
Geez I must have been a wanker in a past life as it is Easter(my favourite holiday no less) and all I can bloody stomach is the plainest of mashed spud and almost stale bread.
On the upside I have lost a few Kg's of late but being an illness I will most likely find them again.
No more silly diets ladies, I have saved all my water bottle lids so just send $50 and a self addresed envelope to my address and you too will be pooing in no time.
'Thanks Jody, I feel like I have discovered the secret to life.........'
'Oh without Jody's help and letting me lick her lids all those donuts I was eating would have stayed in my body'
Sunday, March 25, 2007
Vote jody for your local MP and free hammers for all!
I think I suffer from chronic stress.
To make that announcement actually is quite a relief. For some time now I have been thinking I must be dying from some unknown crippling disease. I have been feeling so poorly of late that to feel this bad within myself something horrible must be going on.
I know as a parent it is normal for your anxiety levels to sky rocket but I am also aware of my once little foibles growing and taking over my entire existence. I am over anxious and it is not healthy not only do I worry about everything I do and the outcome of everything I do but I also worry about possible outcomes and maybes that may or may not occur depending on what colour socks I have on at the time.
I have always been a day dreamer and time spent alone with my thoughts is something I cherish, most of the time I feel lucky I can escape to the comfort of my thoughts but of late I am being invaded. I tend to think of myself as a glass is half full kinda gal but incidental thoughts seem to consist of image after image of scary horror movies and it is these that terrify me. I could be shampooing my hair one moment and in the next I can see my toddler getting hold of the carving knife and making sushi out of my youngest…..are the knives secure? Could I hear if something went wrong? What else could go wrong? What would I do? These thoughts are unrelenting. I am becoming obsessed with things that needle into my sub conscious until proven wrong. For example ever since those poor fellows drowned when their concrete truck plunged into the sea I have been wondering, if that were to happen to a normal car what would happen? You could not open the doors, you could not open the windows unless they were manual, and You and your family are fucked. Is this true? Should we all put a hammer in the glove box? Anyhoo last night upon our travel home to Blenheim along the coast, I was terrified, sweating, breathing heavily and fricking relieved once inland. What a geek.
I watched a programme on stress yesterday and I seem to have all the symptoms of chronic stress and this being over anxious is just one of the symptoms I could put a tick next to. The heartening fact that comes out of this doco is that stress is normally on a cycle and as it peaks it will also go down, this week I reached my peak and now I am waiting for it to subside and it is. Something scary happened, I could write a list of reasons why I am exhausted but why bother as that would not change the fact of what is. One night last week at the end of a very long day I could see me smothering my child just for some quiet time. Visualising with such accuracy I can still see it, I cannot tell you what is worse the fact I could see myself doing it or the fact I could understand why women before me have done it.
I guess the up shot of this is that I asked for help, well not really but by my standards I have. I told CH I needed more of a hand and I am writing to release and process.
I have much to process and man I wish I had broadband as I could write so much more and what a healthy well adjusted person I would be. How boring.
To make that announcement actually is quite a relief. For some time now I have been thinking I must be dying from some unknown crippling disease. I have been feeling so poorly of late that to feel this bad within myself something horrible must be going on.
I know as a parent it is normal for your anxiety levels to sky rocket but I am also aware of my once little foibles growing and taking over my entire existence. I am over anxious and it is not healthy not only do I worry about everything I do and the outcome of everything I do but I also worry about possible outcomes and maybes that may or may not occur depending on what colour socks I have on at the time.
I have always been a day dreamer and time spent alone with my thoughts is something I cherish, most of the time I feel lucky I can escape to the comfort of my thoughts but of late I am being invaded. I tend to think of myself as a glass is half full kinda gal but incidental thoughts seem to consist of image after image of scary horror movies and it is these that terrify me. I could be shampooing my hair one moment and in the next I can see my toddler getting hold of the carving knife and making sushi out of my youngest…..are the knives secure? Could I hear if something went wrong? What else could go wrong? What would I do? These thoughts are unrelenting. I am becoming obsessed with things that needle into my sub conscious until proven wrong. For example ever since those poor fellows drowned when their concrete truck plunged into the sea I have been wondering, if that were to happen to a normal car what would happen? You could not open the doors, you could not open the windows unless they were manual, and You and your family are fucked. Is this true? Should we all put a hammer in the glove box? Anyhoo last night upon our travel home to Blenheim along the coast, I was terrified, sweating, breathing heavily and fricking relieved once inland. What a geek.
I watched a programme on stress yesterday and I seem to have all the symptoms of chronic stress and this being over anxious is just one of the symptoms I could put a tick next to. The heartening fact that comes out of this doco is that stress is normally on a cycle and as it peaks it will also go down, this week I reached my peak and now I am waiting for it to subside and it is. Something scary happened, I could write a list of reasons why I am exhausted but why bother as that would not change the fact of what is. One night last week at the end of a very long day I could see me smothering my child just for some quiet time. Visualising with such accuracy I can still see it, I cannot tell you what is worse the fact I could see myself doing it or the fact I could understand why women before me have done it.
I guess the up shot of this is that I asked for help, well not really but by my standards I have. I told CH I needed more of a hand and I am writing to release and process.
I have much to process and man I wish I had broadband as I could write so much more and what a healthy well adjusted person I would be. How boring.
Im Baaaaaaaaaaaaaack
create your own visited country map
or check our Venice travel guide
Thanks to Cathie for my little map of the world, here I was thinking I was fairly well travelled only to discover I have some way to go.
Yes I have been away on holiday and to be honest I need some rest and sleep befor I even consider writing on this blog.
Does it count that I actually think about writing every day but never seem to get down time to do it. However stay tuned for next week I have a plan xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Monday, February 26, 2007
Photo update
I have been so crap at updating you all on photos lately, here is Ella and her fella Tom(sadly ditched her and went down south) I miss you Sharyn! Here is Pops, 14 weeks old and still rules the roost and forever smiling as long as you do what she wants of course.
It is often said, 'If you have nothing nice to say then perhaps you are best saying nothing at all'
Hence the lack of blogs.
The story so far, as I am sure you are more than well aware our first potential section buying experience was not the best. We moved on and found a fantastic new section.
A large section with all amentities all on site!
YAY!
Not in a sub division so no restrictions!
YAY!
Someone else put in an offer before us,
BOO...............
The other offer expired and we were free to make an offer!
YAY!
Made an offer and had the nod and a wink of being successful!
YOU LITTLE RIPPER!
(Already had everything laid out in my head)
Found out why the previous offer fell over, Resource consent had just been given for transient accomodation directly behind and a backpackers next door. You fuckers.
We have withdrawn our offer.
I am not sure if it has been the stress of this or what it is but I have had the worst time of it in the last week or two and just feel dog tired most of the time. Ella has been somewhat trying and I have had much time being a solo parent of late and cannot say I enjoy it. Although there are some big advantages. Upon reflection I cannot even say that CH does much in the child rearing stakes for the hour that he sees his off spring, so what is it that can make solo parenting hard?
I suspect that it is not so much the help he gives me but the opportunity for me to yell and exspress some of the days frustrations at someone else other than my terrific toddler. Poor bastard. Would you want to come home to that?
I am getting my hair cut next Thursday, most excited. Although there is a slim chance of not actually having any hair by then. My hair is falling out horricfically. It happened with Ella at the twelve week mark and once I hit that point this time around, with no hair falling out I was rapt.
How silly of me to believe MY memory, I can barely remember what I had for lunch yesterday and there I was taking a date from my own head as gospel. Sigh It is so bad that the floor is covered with hair, every where. To wash my hair actually makes me cry as it is hand full after handful that I need to clear the plug hole a couple of times over with each shower. Last time as if to rub deep heat right into my arse crack the hair grew back grey........................at least it grew back I suppose.
I was supposed to have been dieting and exercising for the last month so I could wear some old clothes..........................ahhh no. In fact I have put weight on as when I feel hard done by I just have to eat crap and oh my god have you had a Kit Kat cookie dough flavour? Oh My god, they are rocking my world, go on treat yourself today.
What to do, I have so much grey and fortnightly hair dying is not an option as bi-annually is much more accurate. I actually have a wish to shave it all off and start again with a blank canvas only I am not a Britney and would look far too butch and would most likely send me right to the looney bin.
Hence the lack of blogs.
The story so far, as I am sure you are more than well aware our first potential section buying experience was not the best. We moved on and found a fantastic new section.
A large section with all amentities all on site!
YAY!
Not in a sub division so no restrictions!
YAY!
Someone else put in an offer before us,
BOO...............
The other offer expired and we were free to make an offer!
YAY!
Made an offer and had the nod and a wink of being successful!
YOU LITTLE RIPPER!
(Already had everything laid out in my head)
Found out why the previous offer fell over, Resource consent had just been given for transient accomodation directly behind and a backpackers next door. You fuckers.
We have withdrawn our offer.
I am not sure if it has been the stress of this or what it is but I have had the worst time of it in the last week or two and just feel dog tired most of the time. Ella has been somewhat trying and I have had much time being a solo parent of late and cannot say I enjoy it. Although there are some big advantages. Upon reflection I cannot even say that CH does much in the child rearing stakes for the hour that he sees his off spring, so what is it that can make solo parenting hard?
I suspect that it is not so much the help he gives me but the opportunity for me to yell and exspress some of the days frustrations at someone else other than my terrific toddler. Poor bastard. Would you want to come home to that?
I am getting my hair cut next Thursday, most excited. Although there is a slim chance of not actually having any hair by then. My hair is falling out horricfically. It happened with Ella at the twelve week mark and once I hit that point this time around, with no hair falling out I was rapt.
How silly of me to believe MY memory, I can barely remember what I had for lunch yesterday and there I was taking a date from my own head as gospel. Sigh It is so bad that the floor is covered with hair, every where. To wash my hair actually makes me cry as it is hand full after handful that I need to clear the plug hole a couple of times over with each shower. Last time as if to rub deep heat right into my arse crack the hair grew back grey........................at least it grew back I suppose.
I was supposed to have been dieting and exercising for the last month so I could wear some old clothes..........................ahhh no. In fact I have put weight on as when I feel hard done by I just have to eat crap and oh my god have you had a Kit Kat cookie dough flavour? Oh My god, they are rocking my world, go on treat yourself today.
What to do, I have so much grey and fortnightly hair dying is not an option as bi-annually is much more accurate. I actually have a wish to shave it all off and start again with a blank canvas only I am not a Britney and would look far too butch and would most likely send me right to the looney bin.
Sunday, February 18, 2007
You Pricks
Although I would be lying if I said I was gutted about not obtaining the section in Seddon, but I still hate being screwed.
Here is the short version of the story. We rang Summit Realestate and were told about a section in our price range in Seddon. The flyer said 110'ooo. Although at the top of our buget(as it had no services) we offered 95. The vendor declined, which is fine so we offered 100. The vendor hung up on the Realestate agent. Rude but fine. We then increased our offer to 105, the bastard was no where to be found. We had just given up hope when CH rang the agent and said what the hell was the story. The agent then said that the vendor really wanted 110 and would sell at that. Fine 110 but that is it. A couple more days of silence and then the vendor comes back with 125'000!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Mutha fecker, All I can say is you Wellington underhanded arsewipe.
Man it pisses me off as we were within reach of our dream for our family only to have some fellow piss all over the carrot we were chasing, thank you very much you utter utter cock.
Here is the short version of the story. We rang Summit Realestate and were told about a section in our price range in Seddon. The flyer said 110'ooo. Although at the top of our buget(as it had no services) we offered 95. The vendor declined, which is fine so we offered 100. The vendor hung up on the Realestate agent. Rude but fine. We then increased our offer to 105, the bastard was no where to be found. We had just given up hope when CH rang the agent and said what the hell was the story. The agent then said that the vendor really wanted 110 and would sell at that. Fine 110 but that is it. A couple more days of silence and then the vendor comes back with 125'000!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Mutha fecker, All I can say is you Wellington underhanded arsewipe.
Man it pisses me off as we were within reach of our dream for our family only to have some fellow piss all over the carrot we were chasing, thank you very much you utter utter cock.
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
Seddon
Further to the late breaking news I shared with you earlier, absolutely nothing positive has happened.
We had our first offer declined so we put in another offer and the vendor seems to have fallen off the edge of the world. Marvellous.
Not saying anymore as this is mostly a family blog.
We had our first offer declined so we put in another offer and the vendor seems to have fallen off the edge of the world. Marvellous.
Not saying anymore as this is mostly a family blog.
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