Saturday, 25 May 2013

Hello Whacko - Be Happy!

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Every week I get my grubby little paws on some flowers and I give them to myself from myself.

Cause I'm really kind and generous  like that.

It doesn't matter if they are a bunch of flowers I have stolen from a park or *ahem* neighbours garden or if they are just a cheapie bunch from Coles or Woolies. I  simply whack those little suckers in some vases and spread them around the house and BAM - those little pots of colour make me smile every time I see them.

When I brought myself some yellow roses on special from the grocers today, the woman behind the counter asked me if they were for someone special.

"Yep, sure are! They are for me" I stated with an over enthusiastic wink.

She tipped her head sideways and looked at me, and I could almost see the thought bubble forming above her head.

I'm pretty sure she was thinking "Yeahhhhh, Good on you Whacko".

And even though I didn't feel like I owed her an explanation, I gave her one anyway.

"They are to remind me to Be Happy" I said.

And being the moron that I am, I kissed the bunch of flowers in front of her and said "Hellllooooo Happy Roses".

Then I left the store, before she had a chance to call the Psych ward.

Do you give yourself flowers? Do you need an excuse or a reason? 
If so what would your reason for giving yourself some flowers today?





Friday, 24 May 2013

When Death Takes Over Our Remote Controls

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I have a number of TV shows that I am almost religiously faithful to.

I get attached to the characters from the comfort of my flannie bed sheets and I care about them like they are part of my extended family.

Yes I get that attached.

I get mad when their bitchy frenemies expose their secrets on reunion shows, I shout at the TV screen when I know they are being spied on by a hidden camera and they just cant see it, and I get my huffy on and refuse to look at a character when he has been caught with his pants down playing deli shop with another woman.

Yes I'm that passionate about them.

I bust my guts to get the dinner done and dusted and the kitchen tidied. To make sure lunches are packed in the fridge ready for the next day and I even start the kid's bedtimes an extra 30 minutes early so that I can chase the little buggers back to their rooms the 50 or so necessary times - ALL before my shows start.

Revenge, The Real Housewives (of Frigging everywhere these days), Offspring, The Block and Househusbands. They are my poison of choice for a night of watching TV. Just me and them, and my snuggly blanket, fluffy slippers, bowl of popcorn, remote control and two furry sidekicks.

My husband is noticeably absent because he can't stand these shows and prefers to fold mountains of laundry whilst watching surfing videos and eating frozen red frogs.

Bless him.

These shows give me a little escape from my everyday. I can forget about who is not talking to who in my family, lost sports sneakers, friends that are going through divorces, financial worries and battles with our tradies and for just a little while I can watch someone else deal with all of that crap.

It's escapism, in all it's glory.

I want to be inspired to rebuild a derelict house, open a gym and my own wine label. Feel an urge to save the world from the deadly Initiative and walk the streets of Melbourne talking to voices in my head whilst wearing gorgeous to die for outfits.

I don't want to see someone I have become attached to, a mothers of 3 little kids, a wife of one very hunky husband that she has just been reunited with, bowled over by a car whilst she is looking for a washing machine at night on the side of the road in a drop dead (pardon the pun) gorgeous dress.

Come on!

Really?

Why do they have to kill the characters off?

I get it, actors get tired of roles and want to move on, maybe even trot off to LA for bigger and better things. But can't the script writers just send them of trekking through Zimbabwe or have them run away with their kids speech pathologist to the Maldives?

Why kill them and make me bawl my eyes out for the next few weeks watching the grief unfold with their families and their children crying for their mummy.

I have nightmares about this kind of stuff happening to me in real life. I cry real tears for friends who really have lost loved ones and ache for children I actually know who have cruelly had their mother taken away from them.

Maybe I am being totally naive about this and maybe I need to just shut up and go back to my flannie sheets and my remote control and get over it, but honestly I really don't want to watch death and grief in a make believe world too.

I'm interested in your thoughts.

Am I being naive? 
Do you feel the same way too? 
Do you want death in your favourite shows?
Did you bawl your eyes out when all the husbands stood together on Justin's porch waiting for the door to open and tell their friend his wife was never coming home? 

Thursday, 23 May 2013

In My Blog Reader - Food Glorious Food

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There is nothing I love more than putting a delicious meal in my belly. 

Those meals where you sit there poshly cutting up the pieces really small, just so you can make them last and then you lick the plate when no one is looking so that you get every last bit of the sauce. Man now I have a serious craving for scallops with garlic cream sauce...

Whilst I love those kinds of meals, I've never really had the time, the desire or *ahem* the ability to create them myself and for that reason I have never really been overly interested in foodie blogs. 

But now that I am right at the beginning of my midlife crisis quit my job and have more time on my hands phase, I have a sudden urge to rediscover my inner Nigella.

And so I have discovered foodie blogs and all their delicious images that make me dribble like a teething toddler all over my computer and iPad. I am even enjoying wandering through the grocers picking things up and smelling them and pretending like I have half a clue what the bloody things are called or how the hell you cook them.

I have however come to the conclusion that I like looking at food blogs more than I like actually recreating the food, but then again with a little practise who knows? 

In the meantime these blogs inspire me to make a cheese toasty look like a masterpiece and my family are enjoying eating meals that have been styled to the last inch.

Here are some of the Food Blogs I am drooling over in my reader at the moment. Just click on the titles or the images to go to the blogs.

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Here are the other Categories from the 'In My Blog Reader' series that I have covered so far;

And you can find even more gorgeous blogs by checking out my Blog Roll on the sidebar, which is getting so big I am going to have to give it it's own page soon.

Alright my ass an my appetite are going to hate you, but I have to ask anyway - do you know of any tasty food blogs I should know about?




A Weekend In The Big Smoke
The Gift I Received at Kidspot Voices
The Things I am Really Good at Sucking At


Wednesday, 22 May 2013

Things I'm Really GOOD at Sucking At!

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I was reading an article yesterday in a magazine about increasing your self worth and it suggested writing a list of things you are really good at. So feeling all inspired, I sat down last night to write my list and after writing a couple of lines on the page, I began to feel like a bit of a wanky knob.

It doesn't come comfortably to most of us to talk about what we are good at, so in the spirit of self improvement and all that, I decided to write a list of things I suck at instead.

And I figure that if I am actually really GOOD at sucking at these things, then I kind of did what the magazine suggested in the first place - I made a list of things I am really good at.

Kinda.

Still with me?

If so, here is the list I came up with, things I am really good at sucking at.

Homework: 
I suck at being patient with my kids when they are doing homework. Sight words have given me more wrinkles than 20 years of sucking on a Vodka limes and Soda through straws would ever give. Every night it is the same freaking battle to get the homework done and I think I am more scared of NOT handing the homework in than the kids are.

20 years after I handed in my last bit of homework for marking, I suck at it just as much now as I did then.

Staying on top of the laundry: 
Which includes not only the washing of the dirty clothes, but the folding, ironing and putting away. My dining table currently looks like a laundry floor and you cant see the couch in the kids playroom.

Yep, it's fair to say I pretty much really suck at laundry.

Following meal plans: 
Oh man let's face it, I just suck at cooking in general.

I love spending time making up Meal planners and shopping lists on pretty paper while I sip on coffee, and heck I don't even really mind the shopping for the ingredients bit. But it all begins to fall apart when every day I forget to take the stuff I need to make dinner out of the freezer and we are forced to eat cheese and tomato on toast ... again.

Responding to text messages: 
I can also include responding to emails, Facebook messages, and Twitter messages in this list.  Oh and I suck at answering the phone too.

I'm actually pretty good at reading messages and listening to them (when I remember to check), but I usually do it whilst I am on the run and I make a mental note to respond when I get home. But by the time I get home I have misplaced that mental piece of paper that I wrote the message on and so I totally forget to respond.

It's not intentional, but it is most definitely something I am really good at sucking at.

Sticking to diets: 
When I am sitting on the couch at night with my belly full and my jeans button undone, I feel really motivated to go on a diet. And when I am lying in bed reading a book or an article about someone who has lost a ton of weight, I think to myself "hell yeah, I can do this".

But then the next day the toasted banana bread with melted butter and the cheese and antipasto platter catches my eye, calls my name and suddenly I'm all diet? What diet?

Actioning lists: 
I am really good at writing lists and I love nothing more than sitting down with a cute notepad and a really cute pen and making list after list after list for everything and anything.

I have been known to fill page after page of big notebook with various lists, but the bit where I am actually supposed to DO the things on those lists - that's where I really suck.

Not spending money: 
I'm trying, I really am. And now that I am not going to have a regular salary coming in every month, I am going to have to try a lot harder.

But I can come up with a million and one reasons why I need that teal blue Genie bottle and only one reason for why I shouldn't buy it - cause I need to save my money.

At this moment I suck at it, but it's a work in progress.

Meditating: 
I love the idea of meditation, but the reality is really I suck at doing it. I'm always the one with one eye open looking at everyone and giggling or the one in the back corner snoring and dribbling because I fell asleep.

Exercise:
I am so lazy when it comes to exercise that I cant even be assed writing anything more about it.

Finishing books: 
I LOVE books, but again it comes back to how distracted I get by pretty covers and new titles so I have a number of half read books sitting by my bed at any given time.

Remembering how to spell calander and definately:
As you can see by the spelling of those words above, I really suck when it comes to spelling those words.

Thank God for spell check, it has definately definetely, definitely saved my ass on more than one occasion.

Saying no: 
Don't even get me started on that one.

Using a straightening iron: 
I have quite the collection of burn scars on my neck and ears from using a straightening iron, but I figure eventually they will all join up and look like some tribal tattoo or really cool scar.

Man those things could be lethal in the wrong hands ... like my hands.

Standing up for myself: 
Mess with my family or my friends and your ass is toast.

Oh but you wanna have a go at me? Umm okay, please be my guest. I'll just sit here quietly and let your criticism sap every last bit of self worth I have remaining.

No by all means, take your time and be sure to get it all off your chest, I promise not to interrupt you and I also promise I wont sleep for at least the next 3 nights worrying and replaying ever word you said to me.

See I am actually really really GOOD at sucking at loads of things, more than I ever realised.

And since I subscribe to the theory that if you are going to do something, you should do it well - then I should be pretty damn proud of my extensive list... shouldn't I?

Tuesday, 21 May 2013

The Gift I Received At The Kidspot Voices of 2013 Masterclass That Had Me Bawling

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It's no secret that I absolutely LOVE being a part of the amazing blogging community in Australia or just how passionate I am about both my readers and my fellow bloggers. But back in September 2011 on the night I accidentally on purpose clicked on that little create blog button, I had no idea nor would I have ever believed that blogging would open the door to such an incredible world that I never knew existed.

I didn't even know just how much I loved to write, just as I didn't realise how much joy can be gained from sharing stories and experiences with others. I didn't expect that this blog of mine would become such an important part of my life or that I would care so much about the people it connected me with.

All I knew was that I had a voice and that I wanted that voice to be heard.

I feel so incredibly blessed that my voice was chosen to be a part of the Kidspot Voices of 2013 Campaign and even more blessed that some of you were so generous and thoughtful to nominate me (thanks Kylie and Teresa).

One of the most exciting parts of this whole experience is being given the chance to meet with some of my fellow bloggers - the ones you and I both love. And over the weekend I was lucky enough to do exactly that at the Kidspot Voices of 2013 Masterclass at Megan Morton's The School in Rosebery.

I am not going to lie to you, I was as nervous as hell. I always am before I go to these events and meet new people, but from the moment I arrived and spied some bloggy pals I have already been lucky enough to meet and then continued to spot faces I knew only from blog pages, I knew this was going to be a pretty awesome day.

I know that not everyone that reads this has a blog of their own and for that reason I am not going to go into details about what we learnt at the masterclass, or what the brilliantly talented and inspiring panellists shared with us that day.

What I do want to share with you is why within the first 20 minutes of the masterclass I was sitting there with tears streaming down my face.

One person, one incredibly brave and inspiring person sharing their story was all it took to turn me into a blubbering mess. And if ever I doubted that the universe puts you EXACTLY where you need to be at EXACTLY the right time, those doubts were well and truly laid to rest.

I had been waiting for a sign that the changes I am making in my life are indeed the right changes I should be making, and that day my sign came in the form of a petite woman / mother / wife / photographer / film maker.

Haily Bartholomew.

She will probably never have a clue that she gave me such an incredible gift that day. I tried to tell her after she spoke to the crowd, but I think I pretty much just left her stunned by the fact that some crazy ass mascara stained stranger had just come up and thrown some arms around her and proceeded to sob and sniff her way through some kind of jumbled thank you.

It was destiny that just one day after I resigned from the only career I have known to go and chase my dreams, I was sitting in a room with a hundred others completely enthralled by a softly spoken woman who was sharing how she has bravely turned her own dreams into reality.

Her messages were simple but smacked me right in the heart.










Hailey said loads more, but my mind kept coming back to those four key points like they were all I really heard or wanted to hear.

Hailey was living a simple life as mother and wife in the suburbs, a life she admits she never really planned.

She knew that 'one day' she would be free to chase her dreams and that the simple moments she found pleasure in, the moments with her precious family, would always remain her true treasures. Hailey had gratitude for what she had already had, and she found courage to make her dreams a priority and instead of waiting for the 'one day' to come, she just went out there and made those dreams happen and more than that, she made it a priority that her true treasures were a part of the dream.

I have included at the bottom of this post the short film that Hailey made 5 years ago for an ABC TV competition  The film that went on to win the viewers choice award and began her journey as a film maker. The film that was made on equipment she didn't own and didn't really know how to use, but was made by someone who had a dream and that dream was all she needed.

The purpose of this film is not to make you want to be a photographer or a film maker, it's about making you want to be something more than you already are today. It is about encouraging you to feel gratitude, live gratitude, find your dream and then find the courage to MAKE that dream happen.

As I said earlier, the rest of the Masterclass was brilliant, and the party that night? Well that was nothing short of fabulous. And whilst I didn't bring you home a piece of cake or a glass of champagne as a souvenir  I do have this to share with you.



A huge thank you to Kidspot for the opportunity to be a part of such a brilliant event and a huge thank you to ALL the incredible women (including Tahnee, Mel, Bron, Tina, Lisa, Rachel, Katrina, Vivian, Jen) who made the day and the night so much fun.

And the biggest thank you of all to Hailey for the gift you probably wont ever know you gave me.

For more info on the individual voices who are a part of the Kidspot Voices of 2013, click here.