There goes seventy bucks..

Is my 4 year old the only child in the universe that can break the arm off an unbreakable, expensive ($70.00) robust, can take anything Baby Born doll?

A "plastic crap" free Christmas is looking better and better....

House is Started

So the house has been started..........................Well I said that a bit calmly didn't I................THE HOUSE HAS BEEN STARTED... that's better.

This all happened yesterday, and this day ended up being awesome. First up, I went into town to another gym and did an RPM spin bike class and I loved it. I think I am going to join this gym as it will be easier to get to than my old gym and I will go more. That's the plan anyway. I am feeling good, very fit, my clothes are getting looser and I have been walking everyday, except today. So that's nearly everyday.

So back yesterday. I drove home, up our dirt driveway which is quite steep and there they were. Our three builders and all of their gear, already working on the house. I was so super excited, I can't even explain it. Well it kinda feels like we are beginning the exciting journey from shed dwellers to dream house owners, and I may have an enclosed roof over my head sometime soon.

It also feels very strange to have people out here all day, right next to the shed as we are out of town and don't get alot of visitors. So we are waking around 6am each morning now to get showered and dressed before the builders arrive at 7am. Which is great for school days, we are so organised!!!!!

I plan to take heaps of photos to document the process so I proudly present the first photo in the series....

That's the double garage on the left, and you can see the makeshift green stairs at the front which will be the entrance. Here's some more, stay with me if you can, as I know they are repetitive but this is why I started this blog to document the journey of building our house. So it's gotta be done.......










Stay with me people, c'mon I have waited a long time to post pics!!!!!!

Lady of Leisure....for now.

My fitness plan has been going well. I have been walking everyday, and plan to do a spin bike class tommorrow at this new gym that's a bit closer, and a weights and treadmill session on Friday. I feel really fit, but the scales are not moving as quick as I would like them too. Maybe it's because I am eating a damn mini chocolate chip muffin from Brumbys Bakery as I type. (damn them to hell).

I have been good all week and was craving one of these, I mean I have to live don't I... There, I've talked myself into it so I'll keep eating it, and walk it off tommorrow.

Actually Miss T (aged 4) and I have a good routine happening at the moment. The weather is warm, so we drop the kids off at school and we walk up the hill to the shopping centre, where we collapse and drink our water. She brings her bubba along and she pushes the pram on the easy bits. I am determined to get bikini ready for summer (that's a figure of speech really because as I have said before, there is no way in hell I will ever wear a bikini again - maybe boardies and a bikini top if I'm lucky).

Then we drive home and do the washing, and clean up then have lunch and Miss T watches a dvd while I lay my butt on the couch and read my book. I am really enjoying this time with her because she is going to school next year and I will have to get a part time job. Which I am dreading because being out of the workforce for nearly 10 years has turned my brain to mush. I forget how to interact with adults without referring to kid related topics like vomiting, tantrums (them and me), school discos and how to get the girls to eat peas.

Hang on, getting a job may not be so bad after all.....

Happy Birthday Alexander Skarsgard

Happy Birthday Alexander Skarsgard. YOU of my lustful obsession. I am really admiring your work on Trueblood and you totally have me in love with the character of Eric. You are a rising star and this is why I love you so :-

10) I am usually attracted to dark haired men, (or light brown as in the sexy Hubbster) but you as a blonde haired green eyed hot blooded man has me totally floored.

9) You can act really really well, I totally believe in Trueblood you are a 1000 year old Viking vampire...


8) That thing you do with your eyebrow.....cutesexyhot.......


7) You make me feel like a teenager...all I need now is a poster of you on my wall.

6) When I buy the Trueblood calendar for 2010 I will keep it open at your page all year.

5) I love that you are Swedish (need I say more) and that you still have the slightest of accents when you speak.

4) That scene with you and Sookie in bed.... and you kissed her with your tongue....how many times can I watch that on youtube without my pc freezing up?


3) So your favourite food is Mexician, well so is mine. What a coincidence!

2) You seem like a genuinely nice guy in your interviews.....fame hasn't gone to your head..

1) "I'm Scandinavian, God damn it! We love to be naked". Need I write more.....

Tree snake visitor

We were late to school this morning. Because of this:



A very cute tree snake had made his way up to the top of the tennis court fence. We also saw some kangaroos when we woke up, they are usually near the faceless house early in the morning. Here's one:-

Stupid stupid me

I am such an idiot. I can't believe how stupid I am. I have been looking forward all day to The Miss Universe Pageant that is on tv tonight at 10.30pm. Yes late I know but I love it, and watch it every year, and have done so for as long as I can remember.

I told myself not to read the newspaper or listen to the radio, to prevent the winner being announced before I watch the damn show. It's kinda like when my dad waited all day long for the Sunday night football and our annoying neighbour would come in and tell him who won the game. So frustrating.

So what do I do, I log onto facebook thats what! And on my friends list is Shanna Moakler . I've liked her ever since I watched the Miss USA pageant in 1995 and we have chatted on facebook which I find amazing. Anyway she announced the winner as there is obviously a time delay. I am kicking myself for logging on, and I am staying offline (after this post) so as not to find out any other details and completely ruin the entire thing. I do, however still plan to stay up and watch the show, and I might even put on a damn frock.

GO DRAGONS

What is with men and their beloved football teams? I mean how crazy and obsessed can they get? You see, The Hubbster and I follow St George Illawarra Dragons, we always have and always will. For my overseas readers, the Dragons play in the NRL or National Rugby League, which literally brings men to their knees and stops the nation...at times.















Now I told The Hubbster that I was going to blog about what happened last night, because it was so awful but so funny at the same time. I WON'T let him get away with it.

It was Friday night football last night and The Hubbster and Mr C were in the loungeroom watching the big game between our beloved dragons and the broncos. It was an important match as the dragons are on top of the leader board, and god help me if they are in the Grand Final I will wet myself with excitement.

Miss D and I were watching a movie in the shed and Miss T was sound asleep. Ahh bliss. The next thing, The Hubbster comes storming out of the lounge babbling like so:-

him - where's the remote for the tv, I can't find it anywhere (I actually think he had his hands on his hips at this stage)

me - how the hell should I know, I'm not even in there

him - (storms back into the lounge, and 5 mins later this happens)

him - (storms back out and says in a very cranky voice) well that's it! I'm going to bed, if no one wants to find the remote for me, the dragons are playing like shit, I'm over it, I'm going to bed. blah blah deohtogcw efuckhbrtycuhfuckreuhgticwhdtuifuckpyct94we)

And he turns the light off and slams the door shut. I wouldn't have been surprised if he had put his thumb in his mouth and had a tantrum on the spot.

Miss D and I just looked at each other and thought, what the hell was that? He was so pissed off about the dragons losing, he had a meltdown and I think this is hilarious. His best mate then rang to rub it in and The Hubbster refused to answer the phone.

This morning he woke and said to me "give daddy a hug, I was really cranky last night, wasn't I" to which I said "no kidding...."

Now saying all that, if the Dragons actually make the grand final, I will be the one having a major hissy fit if they lose. I mean, I am as obsessed about my team as The Hubbster is..... GO DRAGONS....

Thirteen Galahs

This is why I love living on a farm. This morning we were woken to the sounds and sight of a mob of galahs on the tennis court fence. As if we need any more galahs around here *snigger*.

Book week = Headache

I received a note home from school yesterday and I groaned loudly. Yes, it's that time of year again - book week. Now I love books and reading and want my kids to enjoy the same, but there is one facet of book week that I would happily bury, and that is the fancy dress parade.

I think this is devised by teachers who sit up all night marking homework and who say "well if I can't watch Desperate Housewives, then you can't either" to the harassed parents who sew costumes at the eleventh hour before book week parade.

I mean, how many times can I dress my kid up as Peter Pan (well, we are at a new school so there's a thought...). And this year, the note says to dress your child in a character from a book (or a film). So I could dress my son as a transformer or my daughter as Miley Cyrus (she loved Hannah Montana).

Saying that, I am actually quite creative when it comes to making costumes, I mean when I have to. Last year Miss D went as Charlotte the spider from Charlottes Web. Now tell me how awesome she looks:-

Brilliant photography there too Farmers Wife. I really don't know what to do this year. The kids love it so I suppose I had better start thinking about it and stop being such a whiney bitch.

Standing on my head now

This is what happens when you leave a 4 year old unsupervised at the computer for just one minute..

Writers Workshop

Time again for Mama Kats writers workshop. Great prompts this week, and I have chosen:

4.) Hi, my name is Michelle and I am a wannabe rockstar. I have always been interested in music, how it's made and how it sounds. When The Hubbster and I first started going out, hmm that would be over 20 years ago, we dabbled with the electric guitar. We both had guitars and amps, and took lessons from this ditzy lady who said she was a guitar teacher, but I'm not sure that was the case. As I am left handed, that kinda threw her.

Next I started playing the drums. We bought a huge, noisy drum kit and I took lessons from a guy, who was amazing and who gave me hope and inspiration. I remember sitting at the practice drum kit, while he sat next to me at his, fascinated by how he did those drum solos, just like the professionals. He was great. My drum playing came in handy at my hens party, when full to my eyelids on malibu and coke, I performed amazing drum solos, missing several important sections of the routine. Actually I missed hitting the drums several times. Funnily enough, no one noticed.

When the children were born, we sold the drum kit, as it was just too damn noisy. Which brings me to my latest adventure. Last year I had the pleasure of seeing Brandi Carlile in concert. You can read about my exploits here. She was so amazing and talented, I immediately wanted to learn guitar, again, properly this time, not from some nutter like before.

I happened to mention this to my father in law, a few days before my birthday last year. As a fellow music buff, who plays several different instruments, he most promptly went to down to his local music store and arranged for me to collect a brand new guitar.


Here is my Martinez acoustic/electric left handed cutaway guitar. I instantly fell in love with it, caressed it, kissed it and vowed to play it everyday. I decided against lessons as the internet has some great guitar how to's for the beginner. I started off well, learning some chords and managing to play a couple of tunes. My fingers formed calluses, and I was well on the way to being a wannabe rockstar.


Oh here I am, pretending to know how to play the guitar whilst thinking "how the hell do I play this thing?"

One day I played a song for The Hubbster, to which he responded with "I have no idea what you are playing". My goal in life was to play a song that he could recognise. It was "Brown Eyed Girl" by Van Morrison, for God's sake!

We moved to our farm, 10 months ago and my black guitar was stored away with the rest of our things. I have only this week brought it out, dusted it off and tuned it up. Which was tough in itself. I am now back to the beginning, relearning chords, toughing up my fingertips, and hoping like hell my guitar playing doesn't sound like a screeching cat. And my goal is still to play something that The Hubbster recognises. And to perform on Australian Idol. *joke*.

Our early start today

I woke up this morning with a big, ripe pimple smack bang in the middle of the bridge of my nose. I couldn't have centred it better had I drawn it on with a texta. I mean, what am I, a frickin' teenager?

I whinged to The Hubbster and he took a close look and said....BAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Great, thanks for the support buddy. All I can say is thank God for concealer.

We had a very early start today. We woke around 6am and left home by 6.45am to get The Hubbster to the airport. He's off to the specialist to see about his a) sore knee (football injury) and b) sore foot (old age *snigger*).

My daughter said "Daddy I hope the wing doesn't fall off the plane" and Daddy says "well Honey, me too!"

I said "Don't forget to eat everything they give you". It's a bit of a family joke when someone flies, to be told to eat everything on the plane. It's kinda funny when you're there, I suppose.

The Hubbster said "if you see a snake, get the keys, the gun and the ammo and shoot it" to which I reply with a stunned silence. Lucky I have been having shooting lessons with our new double barrelled shotgun, shooting milk containers and peanut butter jars, and I must say I am a damn good shot!

Of course I am all for conservation, but if I have to choose between my kids, and a snake getting too close, well sorry snake you're history.

Twilight.. Again.

You may remember the issues I have with the "phenomenon" of Twilight, as discussed
here and here and also here.

And how I put it all away in favour of The Southern Vampire Mysteries.

Which may I say still rocks my world, as I am reading book 5 and am totally in lust with Vampire Eric *drool*.

Well something strange is overcoming me. I just watched the trailer for the upcoming second installment in the Twilight series - New Moon. And I have to say, I am looking forward to it! Maybe it has something to do with the fact that the character of Jacob plays a more noticeable role in this film.

He was one of the only characters I liked in the first film, and he gets a meatier role in this one. Apparently. The film features werewolves, here they are and I don't care if they have airbrushed abs:-

Now if they would only replace the two leads of Bella and Edward - Kristen Stewart and Robert Pattinson, (which I don't see happening any time soon, lest a riot on our hands we will get), I may get the books out again and read them. Sincere apologies to the Twilight nutters out there, but these two annoy the crap outa me.

And while I am on this train of thought, Charlaine Harris (author of The Southern Vampire Mysteries) writes of vampires, werewolves, shapshifters and various creatures in her books, the first one being published in 2001. Twilight was published in 2005. Kinda makes me wonder where Stephenie Meyer (author of Twilight) got her ideas from. In both stories, the female lead character has a very close male friend who is in love with her, and who changes into a dog.... ummm hello.

C'mon get it started already

I am so impatient, it hurts. Our builder was supposed to start today the 17th, but he has another week of finishing his current project so we are put back about a week. I am so antsy, I just want to see a start. I have waited for this long, one more week won't kill me.

I heard another great report about him today, so I do know we have done the right thing. Let's hope next week I can post the first pic in the series of "Farmers Wife and the faceless house that is FINALLY getting started".

Blog Fart Friday.. um Sunday

I probably need to do another blog fart Friday, to fill you in on what's been happening, as I have lots of little tidbits that don't deserve their own post. But it's not Friday, it's Sunday so I'll do a blog fart Sunday which doesn't have the same ring to it, but that's all your'e gonna get so just enjoy!

* we have used up all of our internet hours, and we used them BY the 14th of the month, so I need to keep away from youtube as that's what is eating our hours. Now we are back to dial up, or by the condition of our internet, SLOWER than dialup, so I am ready to either pull my hair out strand by strand, stay off the computer or poke my eye out with a stick.. whatever comes first.

* we had a great weekend with Mr T's football and a ten pin bowling birthday party yesterday, a playdate today, a game of tennis with the kids this afternoon and Australian Idol tonight. A few glasses of wine and some sunshine has added to the happiness I feel!

* Miss D and I watched the movie Hairspray last night. I had seen it before but I wanted her to watch it as she is doing a jazz dance routine to one of the songs in the movie. I loved it just as much as the first time I saw it. I felt like dancing myself. And I gotta say, I am a married hetrosexual mum of three, but Queen Latifah singing Big, Blonde and Beautiful is smokin' hot...

* our builder was supposed to be starting on the house tommorrow, but he has to finish his current job so we are put back about a week. Which seems like a month because I have been waiting in anticipation for the 17th.....I have waited this long, one more week won't kill me.

* the weather is glorious here at the moment, unseasonally warm temperatures for August. What the hell will it be like during summer?? if this is what we are getting now.

* I went to the gym today and killed myself on the treadmill.

* I am determined to get my guitar out of its dusty storage this week, and start playing again. Or as The Hubbster would say, strangling the cat again.