I am not going to lie to you, my first onesie arrived in the mail on Monday. I love it but as I was prepping for an exciting arse up camera exploration (colonoscopy) I did not donn the onesie that night. Don’t get me wrong, I was hankering for this item in the mail. Trust it to arrive at the most inappropriate time. Murphy’s Law and all. I figured the gear they give you before the op makes you go to the toilet like a zillion time and I was NOT going to unzip this outfit and go about a zillion billion times. I am not exaggerating. I went to the toilet so many times during the night and by going to the toilet I mean peeing water out of my bum that looked like wee. It seems weird that 3 years have passed so quickly and I had forgotten how fabulous a colonoscopy is! They did warn me, but still, it felt like someone had shoved a hose down my throat and it was pouring out my arse. Pouring. It got scary. Just liquid and heaps of it. Well, that is not the onsie story. So went to the hospital got all excited about the whole propafol thing, imagined I was Michael Jackson, can totally see his attraction to an anaesthetic drug, always get manic after a dose of it, but I LOVE that feeling right before you go fully under, the la la land feeling. How good is it?
Well as it happens a 3 polyps were found and removed and I am young for that it seems so I urge you ALL go get a camera shoved up your bum at your earliest convenience!! What they did NOT warn me about is that for the next 12 hours my wee was the colour of lime green cordial. It freaked me out and I woke up in the middle of the night, peed, saw the colour had to Google and surprisingly lots of answers come up for the question “Why is my urine green?” Still I could not go back to sleep after. When RBLM got up I had to ask him if he thought it was ok and that I was not going to die soon?
NOW onto the onesie. I ordered one for myself, Midget Gem and Man Child and was tots excited about imminent arrival. Always wanted to be from the US of A and have those pj’s with feet when I was a kid, now all my dreams can come true. So onsie on, Bestie drops Man Child home for me as too drosy to drive after camera in bum thing and she could not stop laughing. In a cute way, I hope, she thought I was cute in it and not stupid fat Honey Boo Boo’s Mum laughing at me type deal. Things got ugly with the onsie almost instantly. Went to pee and you really don’t think about the fact that you have to take the top half off and having not done this before I did not realise that the sleeve was in the toilet and I subsequently peed lime green cordial pee on my brand new onsie. So that f#@ks up the first night experience in my new feet and all onsie.
Onsie washed and donning it for a whole night and as it really is not ALL that cold at the moment I have come up with a few hazards of the onsie;
1. Can pee on the top half if not careful
2. Cannot kick off your feet part when you wake up all hot and sweaty like you are menopausal 50 year old sweating cobs in the middle of the night
3. When you DO get up to pee and IF it was actually really cold you have to get your boobies out and your whole top half is cold
My disappointment in the onsie this morning was pretty palpable then I thought if it is really cold just wear like a singlet under. Could work? Could make the onsie experience much more like my imagined dreams of a child?
One the plus side though;
1. When dropping kids to school do not really have to put on shoes, comes with built in sock like shoes
2. Don’t really need blankets
Princess Poppy is fitting in so well, the boys adore her, Daisy Dog is getting used to the idea tha Princess Poppy thinks she is her mother, Miss Milly has started playing with her and not growling at her, I love her to bits. I can dress her in pink things though at the moment her small size means she is kind of tripping on some of her outfits so I will do some adjustments this weekend of a few so you can see her thorough cuteness. Rain Boy Lady Man is getting good with her too which I totally expected he just likes to act all tough arse but he is silly and I know he would let me do and have just about anything, except a cat and unfortunately he is yet to agree with Channing Tatum as my boyfriend but hey I am blessed and I can live with that but only just after getting a look at this; (you can thank me later) oh and Cousie Bro who thoughtfully sent me this little snap
I love blogging and I know I have been slack. I really wish it was the way I made money some days, then again I do love a good reconciliation. I have, however, been working on a set list of daily postings though knowing me I will get one done every second day and then each two weeks we will have a weeks worth. Make sense. Bet it does.
Lots of things going on in my life at the moment. Too much accounting which stops me doing the other parts that I love, like soaps, candles, crafts. I have been pinning lots of stuff and actually doing some of it too. I do have to stop myself some days in looking at new things as the list of things I want to do creeps up too high and I get all freaked out that I might actually die before I get to do all the stuff I would like. I have a really bad habit of setting a list in my head of things I would like to complete for the day and end up especially disappointed in myself when half in not done. I am working on this. I have completed the laundry styling but I am yet to complete the inside of the cupboard styling. They are deplorable. In the main cupboard it has gotten so scaring that one of those reed stick smelly things has toppled over and leaked and dribbled down the inside of the doors (taking with it some very expensive paintwork) and onto three more shelves. Pixie the cleaning fairy pointed out to me last week, even though I knew about it, she said she was going to clean it up but knew I really wanted to re-work the cupboards! I am grateful I D.O. really want to do it myself but I am getting a bit gaggy when I go into the laundry and I smell THAT smell and I am convinced my new puppy who is residing in the laundry at night also smells like THAT smell.
Princess Poppy is going great. First three nights were kind of like having a new baby. And though I goggled in the middle of the night if I should go into to her crying and it was telling me not too, the motherly instinct in me knew that the crying was a little weird. I went in, she was stuck behind a built in pull out basket and was shaking so much I nearly cried. Snuggles on the coach for a while then popped her back into bed with a heat wheat bag with some dog friendly aromatherapy oils on it and she dropped off to sleep for the rest of then night. Second night in she worked out how to escape the baby safety gate, because she is so tiny, like a mouse, she squeezed out and was wondering around the house crying. Man Child kept popping her back to bed only to have her escape. I finally got up, even though Goggle told me not too, only to realise she was running ragged and sitting outside the boys hallway door, begging to come in. Some routine, snuggles, hot teddy, aromatherapy oils, bed and a full night sleep, FOR HER, me I was up from 10.30 until 4am. I could not get back to sleep.
I freak out when I cannot sleep as I love my sleep I need my sleep I get all weird without it and sometimes spiral into a manic episode. Third night, Pixie the cleaning fairy, had put the basket back in and silly Poppy got stuck again. You now know the drill. Fourth night in she slept all night and now is fabulous. If only so easy with a new born baby. I fully understand that though my ovaries say I could still go again, my brain thinks it hurts. RBLM would have to get his vasectomy reversed too, which doesn’t help. In any case Poppy has satisfied the mothering instinct in me and Baby Bunny is due in about the next 24 days (but who is counting)?
I am eagerly awaiting a wardrobe arrival for Poppy too, I needed to see her size to see what I could order and at the moment we are going with 3 different outfits which can be laborious I tell you. I am taking Poppy everywhere with me, in her car seat in the car which she is all calm about, which is not like my other puppies, Man Child sits in the back with Midget Gem now as I need to have Poppy in the front with me as when I drop the kids off at school she can hardly be in the back by herself now, can she? I have a doggy duffle bag that I take her everywhere in, only thing is I have to go and take my car in as I have something going on with the brake lights which were just fixed, and I have a beauty appointment which will take about an hour and I can hardly expect to take her into a sterile environment and the fretting begins. Can I leave her home for that long? Should I cancel? I want to go to Ikea this week! I could take her! Would she pee? I could stop for pee breaks! I will take her! Or I will go and see if I can find what I want at Robina. White Girl Dilemmas I know. Due to the fact that I got waylaid with the world I did take Poppy out this afternoon and took MG for an ice-cream at Ferry Road Markets and the little Poppy has worked out how to sneak her little head out and say hello which is not so convenient in a shopping precinct especially with all those posh people being all fussy and stuff.
Princess Poppy was born in Rockhampton and for the first precious weeks of her life follicked around sometimes on a farm and it goes without saying that the heat and the farm wondering means a few measly fleas. Man Child has never seen a flea, having said that neither has Midget Gem, so when MC was snuggling with Poppy on his bed he just flicked off what he thought was a bug. The meltdown come when one of my besties was over for a cuddle and I spotted a few fleas. Now I will set the seen here, RBLM and MC, and my bestie and I were all sitting out the back having a chat on the public holiday and I found THE fleas. MC was freaking out so much so he stripped his whole bed for washing. RBLM got all itchy and freaked out so much I am sure he could not even look at Poppy. Bestie started Googling when can you give a puppy flea stuff. I texted another bestie who is a Vet Nurse/teacher extraordinaire, she said “Advantage”. I Googled the lifespan then also went all meltdown mode. I found some Capstar tablets and flea spray for gardens etc as my dogs have had fleas just one other time. Then I felt like I had knits. My bestie could not stop laughing and then realised why I am so nuts, my whole family are weird like me too, I just medicate for all of them. Then Poppy did a tiny guinea pig poo in Midget Gem’s room and he voiced that he wondered how on earth he could sleep in that room again! That is no joke. We are weird and it really only hit home when I heard my bestie tell us all. I should point out that they all freaked out that we could not buy flea bombs as it was Anzac Day and no shops were open. And they all wonder why I like my wine. Even though I am abstaining. Yep I am. 3 days in. Could get ugly. Having one big night on the 18th when RBLM and I have a romantic night at The Hilton and then when we pop over to New Zealand in July. I am hoping to get ultra healthy and I will say drop about 40kg. Well not quite 40kg but some especially seeing as MG said to me the other day at the Movies that “Wow Mummy, just now you looked like Honey Boo Boos Mother!” The little terd, and I had taken him to the Gold Class Cinema too. Yeah well thanks for that mate. I think I will just squish this little plate of churros on your face right now. I must also explain I WAS NOT eating churros I was however drinking a Mojito in celebration of Gold Class even though it was like 11am. I am not really doing Gold Class any more as I have to say my own Cinema is pretty Gold Class and I can wear my pyjamas and I can pause to pee and I can watch a scene over and over and over again and I can drink as many Mojitos as I want too and do not have to drive anywhere. Everything says to stay home and watch it. I did Magic Mike with the FEEFAS and I have not watched it since the Cinemas with The Awesome. I have, however, looked at the cover many times and got Goosebumps all over my body. I LOVE CHANNING TATUM and he hands down makes the top of the C List.
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I got a new bed for our bedroom and of course I then needed some new bed linen. We only use minky blankets so really only needed some new bed sheets and pillow cases and I wanted flannelette sheets. Well I got all that PLUS two new king size pillows. I love my new pillow though I have had to cull my pillow list down one, as trying to sleep with four pillows and my lavender pillow and now I love using this new electric (yes electric) hot water bottle, particularly with my current ear infection status. it is rather handy to just plug it in to heat up beside the bed. Love it. I asked RBLM how he was enjoying the new sheets. Apparently he is only just coping with them but said that MC’s were horrible and they stuck to his skin! MC and MG have those t-shirt micro-fibre awesomely soft and we only don’t have them as they did not come in King which is lucky due to silly boys sheet phobia. Really we are a psychiatrists dream study I am sure.
With this weather change I have been out in my minuscule garden planting up a storm and later this week I am going to start some seed planting in the hope of a flower explosion. I have planted out 3 herb planters and have lots of flowers and lavender going at the moment. Poppy comes out with me and loves the garden bed though I have to keep a good eye on her as it is at the front of our property and she could escape through our front gates. Just like all littles you really can’t take your eyes off them!
So that is a wrap up for the moment. Hope you are all happy and healthy. Oh and I got over hump day with a cup of tea and a protein ball. Living the dream my friends, living the dream.
Just now I did that unthinkable thing. I crossed off my calendar for tomorrow. That’s right tomorrow 16th of April 2013. I hate when I do that. I feel all weird like I might die tomorrow when I do that. On a positive note, I have done this before and I have NOT ended up dying. So good.
Apologies for time span between Blogs. I don’t mean for there to be so much time spaced between them but I get all sorts of busy with my REAL job, my chosen job and my kids, and a stupid ear infection again and a bladder infection. I have finally finished packing all the doonas into space saver bags which means the linen press in the boys rooms are complete. I also have handed over most and nearly all of baby bunny’s presents which I tried to present in a pinterest sort of way. I only took a couple of photos and forgot to take a photo of the piece de resistance baby wreath and I know that is so remiss of me but I was busy and kind of freaking out at how much stuff I had to take to the baby shower and hoping like crazy that the “Crazy God Mother” arrived first in order that no one had to explain why I was bringing so much stuff!!! WE ARE THE GODPARENTS and we have not had a girl in the family since Rebecca was born in 1995 all those years ago. Even then I went a little nuts.
White girl whine here so beware;
I have the post holiday blues. Blues that the boys go back to school tomorrow and the fact that we just got back from four days away and I have to unpack and wash and iron and put away and organise the house. Poor me. Reality check! I know and am thankful to God of how blessed me and my family actually are. Despite the fact that my groceries cost me $320 with only one piece of meat bought in all of that and unpacking the groceries, cutting up the fruit and the makings for the 3 dinners that I cook each night going on, took me 5 hours. Almost a full day at the job I know. Mothering and being a wife is a full time job though I actually love it. I cannot tell you the immense feeling of satisfaction I experience when my kitchen fridge and pantry fridge have been cleaned out and fully domestosed all ready for a re-fill. It also meant that I could watch 3 episodes of The Young and the Restless and put 4 loads of washing through the washer and dryer.
We went up to the Novotel Twin Waters Resort for four days with our boys and one friend each, and despite the fact that the weather was questionable on Thursday, was overcast and rained a little on Friday and absolutely pissed down on Saturday and then the day we left the sun shone like it was trying to produce enough solar power for the entire world, we did have fun. The resort has lots for kids to do. A few swimming pools and a hot spa. A trampoline perched out on the lake, kayaks (of which RBLM was told he was using in a no go zone!) Catamarans, kids club(my kids don’t do) pool, ping pong in the foyer, a games room, an oversize chess set and segway tours of the resort that run for one hour for littles and two hours for bigs.
We were lucky enough to have two suites on the lagoon one of which the balcony directly overlooked the trampoline which was handy for me to watch the littles swim out and have a bounce around. They loved it. Even Midget Gem but only after the initial hyperventilation and when I questioned him about his fear he told me he was scared of sharks and jelly fish. I was happy to explain to the little precious that it was a lagoon and was unaccessible to the open seas and oceans and although it did have fish it did not have sharks or jelly fish. He felt A LOT better in the water after that. Kudos to him for braving it initially and getting out to the trampoline by himself, second time round. RBLM was good enough to dink the little Dinkas out as many times as needed before his confidence allowed him to go it alone. All up I did not need to leave the resort other than the obligatory trip to the supermarket for some essentials. We stayed in a hotel room of sorts which meant that we could only make a cup of tea/coffee and we had a fridge. Also the kids could not hook up their PS3 and the resort did not have a DVD player to hook up and they said that due to the Resorts system nothing could be hooked up to the televisions, so it meant all the movies we took away were a waste of time and we had to purchase any we wanted to watch.
I actually thought we had apartment type accommodation which meant I could cook but thankfully I took only the pantry stuff to use and no perishables. It can be a pain in the arse when you have kids and you are away and you need to order in or go out for good. Kids like simple stuff (or at least mine do) and I find most do. One thing I cannot handle when being away is all the pa-lava about Fucking Food. I hate eating (one of the hang ups from having anorexia and I hate that a massive deal is made over eating, by this I mean you have to dine out at a restaurant and order and eat). I tend not to eat to much although that is not blatantly obvious by the size of my arse, for instance, today I had a cup of coffee, went out for an appointment, shopped came home, cooked cleaned, ate some grapes, felt full with all the dealings with food, ate a few of the protein balls I made and that was it) all over red rover. I should so be a skinny biotch. I AM NOT.
Holidays have a way of letting you re-access what you have and what you may want or need from the next little while of when you get back to your real life. I decided or at least I realised that the healthiest I have ever been whilst not being on a DIEt persay is when I have followed a liver cleansing routine. Cutting out alcohol, caffeine, dairy and all processed shit and with this in mind, and bearing in mind I am very anaemic, and low in vitamin B12 and my liver test proving to my Doctor that I have a penchant for wine, I feel I need to take this fat arse cow by her stubborn horns and go all organic and basically vegetarian. With this in mind, I have made some amazeballs protein balls for snacks that are so so healthy and a vegetarian chilli with three grain quinoa and I have made a bircher’s oat for breakfast and cut up so much fresh fruit that Midget Gem thought he may have gone to heaven. Only thing now is to train my brain into believing that you actually need to eat to loose weight and to live actually. That is the challenge. I do believe I am an anorexic with obesity!
On a side note; a not so pleasant one, two people in my street made the news due to their demise. Unfortunately I was away and freaked out when my Facebook notifications told me that two people had been found dead in a hillview parade in Ashmore house and my parents were house sitting and I could not get them on the phone. I tried not to freak out. I analysed the situation and guessed that the picture shown with the story would have to be at the other end of our street and the more I looked at the photo and then when I zoomed in on the photo I thought I could see crime scene tape and that tape was around a house where people I know live. I immediately felt sick. See, the lady they were talking about was once engaged to my brother-in-law and her child was to be my nephew. Their relationship fizzled out after a few years but I got to know her and her son. She was a quietly spoken soft person who dotted on her son. She lived with her parents in a flat and had done so for at least 20 years. Her parents were elderly (she was 53) and her son was 28. Word is that she was found (gosh she, her name is Maggie, she was at my Wedding for goodness sake, it makes me sick, I have photos of her in my Wedding Album) Maggie was found deceased in the boot of a car outside of her house, her son was found deceased in their house. It looks like a murder suicide. I looks like a horrible situation gone way wrong. Adding to all this misery is the fact that her mother died 3 weeks ago from Cancer, her father still lives in the house. He has to live through all of this, his wife dying, his daughter being murdered and his grandson committing suicide. I so feel for this man. I pray for strength for him. I had to drive down the other end of my street yesterday and it still looked like a crime scene investigation situation. Thing is, I keep letting the whole thing go through my mind, like how did Maggie die, how did she end up in the boot of her car, how did her son kill her, how did he realise that he would not get away with it and came to the conclusion that suicide was the only option? Fuck these thoughts, they are not healthy. I cannot help it. You hear about death and people’s horrific demise day in day out but you cannot put a face or a voice to these people and it makes them shift to the back of your thoughts. When you know them, somehow it is different. The imagination goes a-wall, you think of all the scenarios and you pray it was quick it was painless and she DID NOT know her son could be the one who killed her. From what I remember, she adored this kid, albeit a kid who I thought was particularly naughty and out of control. This will be the 3rd person I know who had been murdered and the third person I know who has taken their own life. It is TRAGIC. I pray for all of their souls. I really do.
Enough of my shit. This week I hope to get my (WALL OF heartS) back up and happening. I hope to photograph my new bed for My Style Monday (that may appear this Tuesday) and so the story goes. My fabulous bed that I envisaged and my Dad has made come true. I am lucky to have such a creative father who can interpret my dreams and make them a reality. I will photograph but I wanted to go and get some new bed linen before I took the shots and today I ran out of puff for all of the above.
Thought I have filmed a few GoPro Goddess videos I am too scared to upload and watch them. I will endeavour to do so over the next little while. All in all I am very thankful for my life, I am thankful for the gifts God has bestowed upon me and I pray that all of my friends and family are safe, happy and healthy. But, we all have to die sometime and someway and it cannot all be pleasant and we cannot blame the bad stuff on the big guy when he gave us free will.
I’ve had a couple of those days really. I think it is the heat and my low iron and B12 levels. I am hot sweaty unorganised and tired. I was all set to make Midget Gem one of his favourite dinner of rissoles and steak sandwiches for the big boys and discovered I have no onions!!! Instead of ducking down to Woolworths I just sort of crumbled, not so much in a heap, but my motivation to do what I had planned took a nose dive. Big Time. I was going to make the dinner, put away the folded washing, get some Easter storage boxes out ready for displaying, have a bath……..
It could also be that I have just come off a few weeks of a Manic Episode and I can actually really see why some people hate taking medication. The highs are awesome and so productive but the come down sucks a bit. Whilst I am not depressed I am tried. Clearly the low iron levels (anaemic) do not help but I had that when I was Manic and it did not matter one little jott. Now though, I swear I am still putting all the bed linen that I took out of the Linen Press and disinfected and made all white again (including every doona and every pillow as per instructions on Pinterest) that are currently not on beds. There were quite as in former times we have had much bigger houses with lots of rooms meaning lots of beds and bed linen. See this was all going so well until the Manic Episode stopped and I had my entire guest room covered from the bed near to the ceiling with bed linen. I had originally planned on putting everything in those space saver sucker bags from the 90’s that seem to be making a massive come back. I have literally had the linen out of the cupboards for weeks and waited until just hours before Lady Boy and his girl in tow arrived to stay. Hours and I mean only hours before, even where I ran out of space saver bags and had to duck out to buy some more. They are sitting on the lounge as I speak and I have three bags full of stuff to pack and stuff. Tomorrow, there is always tomorrow.
Adding to all of this I have had two kids turned older and both had sleepover parties, 5 ten year olds then one week later 8, 15 year olds to stay. This all means party, dinner, snacks and breakfast and the clean ups. Nerf gun bullets all over the shop for the little ones and the big one have left so much stuff hear I could start a Saint Vinnies. Must say I felt all puffed up with happiness after they had their parties. They have such lovely friends. Took the 15 year olds out for dinner to Montezumas Mexican down at Burleigh Heads always a favourite with our family. Great place to take teenagers too!! They did all stay up until about 4am the next morning and I know this because they slept in the cinema which shares a wall to our bedroom and though it is sound proof some of the base noises are quite loud and disturbing so we were all a bit tired come Monday that is for sure. I let the Man Child stay home and did not even wake him up. It is the last week and all assessments are done.
I think the last week of school sucks dogs balls. I know there has to be a last week but really what do they do in the last week? The last week should be for assessments then you would not feel tempted to just wag. I am making both of them go until the very last day. I am busy with work and if they are home they will just play online games ALL bloody day and I am too busy to monitor it.
I did pick the Gem up today early as they had a fun run for 2k’s and with his dodgy hip it is way too much. We needed to get new school shoes and sports shoes and he needed a hair cut so we did something productive. I was going to drop him back but his teacher said they were only watching a DVD so I let him come home. Their Dad freaks when they have time off school. He went to school even if he was dying. I, however, had a mother that would not wake me if it was raining too hard. My Mum does not and did not drive so I caught the bus and had to walk a ways to the stop and would be satched by the time I got to the stop. It was a little embarrassing in the latter years when everyone knew I was off due to rain. I suffered really bad tonsillitis when I was a kid and eventually had them out in my 30’s, That was NOT fun at all. So my Mum kept me home if it was raining heavy cause she always thought that if I got wet and stayed wet I got sick.
Oh in some exciting breaking news;
I got me a white tattoo. It is not all that white at the moment as it is still healing and will need a touch up (which I am not looking all that forward too as it hurt like an MF) Felt somewhat like being cut with a razor then in the spot they cut you in going over it with a hot torch kind of feeling. Am I right fellow inkers? I am not a huge fan of tattoos but let me tell you I look at those with many and in places all over with a new weird kind of respect. I am not kidding it is sadistic. One young lad was getting this huge one all the way around his waist and he was already quite heavily done and he was in near tears with the pain. One other young thing was getting one done and he was all kinds of Channing Tatum (or very good looking) For any un-attached potential cougars go hang at Studio 383 Racecourse Drive Bundall it is an amazing studio, so clean and bright and smelt a lot like Dettol so I was in some kind of heaven and the artists are AmazeBalls. I had Pommie Paul who is exceptional at his Craft. Recommend these guys any day of the week.
Then there is the whole news of Princess Poppy whom I will be in possession of in four weeks time. Ain’t she just the cutest. There takes some getting ready for a new little one to the family. I have had to get some safety gates for the laundry as we have a doggy door and I do not think that this little Princess is quite ready for the outdoors when she arrives, being a Chihuahua she will be little. Excited I am. I have one of those bags that you can carry your dog in without people noticing, except if she shits or pees in it then we are all trouble, though I have thought about lining it will puppy pee pads for easy cleaning. I have a car seat so she can come everywhere with me, and I got a car seat for Daisy Dog and Miss Milly which we will practice with over the holidays. Midget Gem and I have suggested taking the dogs to The Spit a few times but evidently it has pissed down with rain on those weekends, and the other weekends we have had parties. I have a new Princes Leather Bed, some little dresses and things and Goodness knows what else. I have them shoved into the spare room cupboard. Even my Postman who signs for me so I do not have to go down to the post office said to me a few weeks ago “Karen, what the hell is going on I have delivered all number of containers all sizes and shapes to you lately?” ‘Well,” I said, “I have my kids birthdays coming up, I am a God Mother to be and I am getting a puppy”, aside from the normal amount of goods I get. My candle stuff, I order anything I can possibly by mail. I try and save cash anywhere I can.
Midget Gem found the cutest backpack today in KMart (that by the way is the best and cheapest place in all the world) Love it and he suggested we buy it for Baby Bunny and I replied that I think we may have enough for Baby Bunny to which he replied with “Oh Yes, I think we may need a removalist truck to take everything over to the baby shower!!” Maybe, but you know what ? I shop wisely, and WE ARE THE GODPARENTS… So who cares what anyone thinks, Rabbit and Urban Chic know about me being Nuts and I think they fully expect I WILL do something out of the ordinary. I am not ordinary after-all.
Pinterest is keeping me away from blogging. I may not be proud of it but boy I sure do love it. I am a pinner who also tries what she pins. I can tell you that rubbing shaving cream on your feet then soaking them in equal amounts of listerine and water then putting a hand towel in the solution an wrapping it around your feet for half an hour WILL NOT get rid of that dead skin plaguing you!! Even if a Pin on Pinteret says it does. After all the bother I ended up using the Ped Egg.
I can attest to the cuteness of the Easter suggestions and say that Midget Gem’s teacher loved her flowers with the plastic Easter Eggs in the vase, and I am sure the class will love the bunny tales for a snack at little lunch. I will be doing and making a few more from My Easter Decorating Ideas Board over the next few days too.
My idea for my new tattoo also come from Pinterest. I never knew you could get white tattoos until Pinterest. I think I am in love with everything Pinterest. Why not join me and then follow me my I am simply Karen Hughes.
I have made some recipes and only one has not lived up to it’s so called amazing reputation. If nothing else it is truly a feast for those with a designing flair. My heart wall has been revamped due to Pinterest and I am, making the time to re-hang all my hearts up on my SugarTooth Pink walls this weekend or so. We do have two weeks off and I have to say I need this recharge like nothing else.
Lady Boy is back for two weeks. I am both super excited and a tad sad for his arrival, sad that he is leaving us for another year, sad that we have him to make us laugh for just a few days and SAD that he fffed off promising to come back next week for our Sing Star Sign Off. See, Lady Boy, bought me Sign
Star for my 38 or 39th birthday and I am yet to use it. Seriously, I may love to sign but I have not wanted to without him. I C.A.N.N.O.T. wait for our awesomeness in the cinemas. I am gonna kick some Sing Star Arses. Bring It Lady Boy and your sidekick you both knows and are scared and I swear you have both gone off on some weekend workshop with Ricky Martin “How to intensely improve your voice in just 4 days!” Fraid that shiate ain’t don ya no good.
I sit lalalllalalallalal, could just get the boys to hook it up for me and get me some practice. Did I tell you all about the time me and Charlie’s Angel I do my own Stunt Women had a comp? Best we forget about that time. Can I please come down for dinner one day again? Please, if I promise to sign badly? xxx
Take Care Peeps and if I fail to regale you with any more blogs come the next few days, have a renewing Easter, stay safe, think of Jesus who died on the cross for our sins, and has enabled us to be forgiven and live eternally in God’s presence. God Bless each and everyone you <3 k
What a week. Finally Midget Gem and I have finished. It has taken 1/2 of term three, all of term four and 1/2 of term one but finally it is over. We have completed watching The Lord of the Rings in its entirety while waiting in the pick up line for Man Child. I cried and I think that Sam is my favourite character. Midget Gem said at the credits were rolling, or rather asked “Mumma would you like to live in middle Earth?” “I’m not sure!”, I replied. Maybe if my friends were there. See, MG so wants to be a hobbit, I guess he is kind of the right size for one and maybe that is where his affinity for Hobbits lay.
In all the years since I finished high school I can honestly say that whilst I have lots of really close friends, my besites, I have never had another BEST FRIEND since my childhood one and I essentially “broke up”. After all was said and done I could not bring my heart to devote myself to just one person in case we broke up again and that whole sadness would prevail so I have surrounded myself with lots and lots of wonderful and exceptional girls that all have their purpose, and I do not in anyway need that coldly! It has been a week now, but me and my one Best Friend met up for lunch for the first time in maybe 20 years and it was beautiful. I was so excited that I had no tears as it was pure joy but when I came home to tell Rain Boy Lady Man all about it I cried and cried. It was really a lovely day. She lives overseas so physical catch-ups will not be frequent but we email and I am going to talk to her about skype and viber. We could do that too and catch up I had so much more to say and ask and touch. I feel completed in some weird way and it is as if all of these childhood memories with the two of us have been allowed to poke themselves into my head. I is good actually it is great.
Midget Gem is having his belated party tomorrow because he was so sick when we had planned his other party. I just got in trouble as he is not a big fan of cakes so I had planned to make boy cupcakes with a lego figure for each kid on top. He is ok with that but I did say that I was making him surprise cake that he is SURE to love and he insisted I tell him about it. This is or rather was my idea for my fruit bat kid. He hated the idea of it and suggested that next time I had such a good idea could I pass it by him before organising it. I think I’ll make it anyway. At least it will give them all something healthy to snack on. Keeping nine 10 year old boys busy is a piece of cake (pardon the pun) Apparently they will be doing some sort of hunger game take off with Nerf Guns (I have not seen the movie) but ok. They can swim I’ve got them a basket ball hoop for the pool, we’ll blow up the boat, they can play tag and watch a movie. Sweet. The Grandparents, Godparents and some friends who are back off home overseas will pop in for some coffee and cake. I was just going through the party stuff and realised I have bought a Happy 60th Birthday Banner. F*$k it. I wanted to buy some balloons anyway so back off the shops I go.
I don’t think I have covered the fact that we are getting a new puppy. Princess Poppy who was clearly meant to be ours as I said that if my friend’s dog had a girl I would love her, see she is Urban Chic and Rabbitoes puppies puppy who mated with Urban Chic’s mumma pupppy. So essentially Princess Poppy is already family. Plus Cinderalla (Poppy’s mum) only had one girl. First she had two boys and about an hour later out came Poppy. Phew we were all worried that it was going to be another boy as the vet had told them she was having 3 babies. Then, out of no-where came another little boy and they are all so super cute. I could have them all!!
This afternoon late I am getting my body art. Yep RBLM thinks I am keeping up with the Jones’ and I don’t even know the Jones’ or I am having a midlife crisis. I refuse to call it a tattoo. Should I be allowed to get one if I cannot even call it a tattoo. I am having it done in white ink. They kind of look like writing in your skin like this;
this is what mine will be and on my inner wrist too. Just to keep it covered and not show my Mum and Dad tomorrow though I know for sure
RBLM will dob on me like he likes to do. Oh well. I show you some pictures of the process later. But hey you, enjoy your weekend looks like we might see some sun too.
I am actually happy about that too.
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