I'm BACK

I'm a bad blogger. It's been over a week since I wrote, because I'm tired. So tired from working my new job. Essentially it's because I'm lazy. And now that I'm working, it's knocking the wind out of me because I'm tired. And lazy. I actually went to bed at 8.20pm last night, which even surprised me, as I am such a night owl.

I'll get into a routine. I suppose it's the time of year too, Christmas and birthdays and the crazy silly season. I have so much to do, I have a big list called "My To Do List" that I am trying to break down as I write.

But I must say that I am enjoying using that part of my brain, hidden away for the last 9 years in mother oblivion. I actually didn't even think of my kids from 10am to 2pm one day last week, because I was so engrossed in my work (sorry kids, mummy loves you). I am only working part time, and I totally take my many hats off to full time working mothers and appreciate what they are doing, because I couldn't do it.

So what else has been happening?? The baby guineas are growing fast and are nearly ready to be let out of the cage and free range with the others. And we have another missing guinea, so new babies are expected any day. We will literally have guinea fowl coming out our arses (or asses for my Americian friends). The Hubbster wants to sell the new babies, that we expect to arrive any day (and if they don't, we will say bye bye to the guinea that's been eaten by a snake/fox/hawk).

Of course, I want to keep the babies, and just have a big flock of guinea fowl on our farm. It's crazy here anyway, so whats ten more.

Toto our beagle turned 15 on Saturday. Happy birthday little one!

The kids are good. Swimming twice a day, which is great because it's so hot here, and the rain JUST WON'T COME. Damn those rain Gods, we need the rain. We topped up our tanks with bore water last week, so I'd really appreciate a cuppa tea without drinking the sludge in the bottom. Seriously.

The house is coming along fine. I have a draft with pics ready to post, and will do that hopefully tommorrow, when our internet hours are restored and I have some more energy. Don't give up on me, I will get to your fabulous blogs this week, I promise. Tired and lazy. That's me. Muah!

2012 - you gotta see it!

I have a new favourite movie...well a second favourite movie because my all time favourite is still this one:

So I took myself along to see 2012 last week, but maybe I shouldn't have because The Hubbster (he of the wish he could review movies but can't) said to me in a somewhat bogan voice:-

:- awwww, that movie sucks (he hasn't seen it but seems to know ALOT about it)
:- the special effects suck
:- what a waste of money

So I did as any good wife would do and ignored him and went along to see this sucky movie and guess what? It freakin' rocked my world!!!

I LOVED IT, so much so that I could easily go and watch it again tonight. I love a good disaster movie..I am, of course a buff of movies, or a movie buff, or whatever and the disaster genre is right up my alley.

Give me The Poseidon Adventure, or The Day After Tommorrow or even Independence Day, which are all blockbusters but God I love them all!

So I have been waiting for months for this movie, 2012, because of the subject matter, but also because it stars the delicious John Cusack. I'm a big fan. I've loved him ever since our first dalliance in The Sure Thing...

Back to the movie, and did it rock! 2012 has enough cheese to make two super supreme pizzas and enough special effects to send any teenage boy into a cyber meltdown. But, isn't that what any good disaster flick yearns for....the ability to be totally inplausable but grossly entertaining at the same time.

The lead characters find themselves in numerous scrapes, but "miraculously" get out of them just as quickly. But I was literally on the edge of my seat, knees shaking because it was all so exciting. The special effects were truly amazing....

And I totally, TOTALLY loved the fact that the captain of one of the "Arcs" that was built to save mankind, and who was calm and unstressed during the most stressful of events, somehow reminded me, by his demeanour and stance, of this little fella from the film Madagascar....

Here's The Skipper, who could be a dead ringer for Captain Michaels from 2012. And since I couldn't find a pic of the elusive Captain Michaels, you will just have to see the film to truly appreciate the amazing resemblance...

Officially a Working Mother...and getting paid for it!

Wow, it's been one week since I wrote, but I have good reason.

I am officially a Working Mother! Well, I have always been a working mother, but now I'm getting paid for it!

I have been thinking about getting part time work, once Miss T goes to school full time next year. But this opportunity just fell into my lap, and I can't let it go.

I am back in my previous career, which surprises me because I always said I wanted to have a change. But good working conditions, job flexibilty, and being only 2 minutes away from the school has swayed me.

I was offered this position last Friday, and I started work two days ago. I worked Monday and Tuesday, and today is my day off! And I am appreciating that! Miss T and I went shopping, made muffins, coloured in and watched Cinderella.

I am working part time, school hours, two or three days a week. It's very flexible. I can still do the school drop off and pick up, have a couple of days off during the week, work in an air conditioned office and spend some time out in the field. It's a quiet country office, and I already know the two ladies who work there. Can it get any better?

My job can be stressful, but I am a different person now, to when I worked before the kids came along. The environment, and workload will be different, and I have a good attitude and enthusiastic approach to helping people. (This sounds like a job application letter, and to those people who didn't bother returning my calls about work I enquired about, suck it up! You missed me!)

Writers Workshop

I finally have some time for Writers Workshop, courtesy of Mama Kat. I have chosen this prompt:-

4.) I picked up the phone and I could not believe what I was hearing...

I wanted to bring to you a previous post, that does concern a phone call when we were trying to get some building quotes for our house. It's just too hard to resist, and the phone call I am referring to is in bold type.

Enjoy and be aware there is some swearing involved!

Monday July 6 2009

I decided to ring around today to get 2 more building quotes for our house. Now we absolutely love the builder who is quoting at present. He is positive, enthusiastic, smart and knows his stuff, and has experience on his side. And the best thing is he wants the job. But we need to do the correct thing and get our 3 quotes to compare prices.

I am really hoping our builder of choice comes through for us, because we would feel so comfortable with him working for us. There are pages and pages of builders and they are all (mostly) looking for work, and that is a great thing for us. Hopefully it will bring the prices down.

So I am irritated and dumbfounded at what happened today, just trying to get these building quotes. Read on:-

Builder 1 - didn't bother to return my call...

Builder 2 - completely negative, can't make it out to look til the weekend, can I ring him back then. Says he is familiar with the build up to now and doesn't really think nails will go into the hardwood, could be a bit difficult. WTF this means I have no idea... I could literally feel his nose screwing up on the other side of the phone line...

Builder 3 - this one is a doozy.. so I need to write word for word. I'm having a glass of wine just to calm myself down. Yes, it's THAT GOOD..

me: hello, I saw your add (yes they advertised for work) in the paper looking for building work and I was wondering if you are interested in quoting on a build to lock up. The house has already been started, up to bearers and joists and is all inspected and approved. We have our plans in at council now...

her: right, so the house has already been started? That's unusual

me: yes it has been started, the previous owner was owner builder as are we but we want a builder to build to lock up only

her: well, who has built what is already there?

me: why do you want to know that at this stage, I'm only seeing if you are interested?

her: well we need to know that

me: why do you need to know that since I am only phoning to see if you are interested in quoting?

her: well, Stephen will want to know, he won't touch a lemon

me: feeling some steam rising from my ears..

me: how do you know it is a lemon, you haven't even seen the build?

her: well how do you know it's not? Just because it is council approved doesn't mean it's not a lemon

me: don't worry about it, I can feel alot of negativity here, goodbye.

her: foutw cghwervy wsherpivwch eivwutchec tepiotehce as I hung up the phone in her ear.

The nerve of this woman, how dare she call my house a lemon without even seeing it. All I got from this phone call was negativity, and a smart arse reply from someone who advertised for work then is completely rude on the phone. No wonder this bitch and her probably long suffering husband are having to advertise for work. Fuck.

Missing.....

You are coming to the end of your time now....3 weeks to go you say.

You sigh about how uncomfortable you feel, the sleepless nights, the sore back....oh how you can't wait for it to be over.

I can't understand how you can feel like that, I never wanted it to be over for me. I still don't. I enjoyed every moment, I knew I was blessed....

You look forward to shedding the roomy clothes, to getting back to normal. It will be good to hear the baby steps in your house again. You are excited.

You don't know me...you don't know what I have been through so who am I to judge you? But what I would give to be 3 weeks away from bliss.....

Your delicious excitement is exactly how I would feel...I can't blame you. And yet, I can't listen anymore. I know I am blessed...so lucky that it makes me cry. But the sharp spear of pain that pierces my heart when I listen to you, feels like it will go on forever.

Beautiful Ava

Beautiful Ava.

Yesterday I found this amazing website, and I implore you to make a cuppa tea, sit for a moment and enjoy the photography that takes pretty to soaring heights, and love and heartache into your soul.

Click to enlarge.

The beautiful Ava was lost...but she is here in pictures, and stories and the love of her family.

I haven't stopped thinking about this - and how life is to be cherished and not a minute should be wasted. I have been looking at my children, just appreciating them. Trying not to waste a moment.

From reading these stories, I have realised that the little things count. The tiny, daily, perhaps even insignificant little moments that are sometimes rushed through during the school rush chaos...take a minute, enjoy every breath.

Thank you Ava for making me realise that every moment counts.

Beautiful Ava.

Sexy music

I'm thinking there is something seriously sexy about this song..... Just close your eyes and don't watch the video....

coffee and tv

aReva Durchi | MySpace Video

God give me a steak

I have stitches in one side of my mouth, where they took one tooth out and did a bone graft, in readiness for my bionic tooth implant in several months time. And of course, the other tooth that came out is on the other side of my mouth at the back, so it's a bitch to eat.

Actually my diet over the last few days has consisted of:-

* several panadeine forte tablets
*chocolate mousse
*mashed potato and pumpkin and gravy
*rolled oats and milk
*soup and soggy bread
*chicken (pulled into strips)
*yogurt
* salty mouthwash

I am hanging out for a steak, a wine, or normality, which ever comes first.

Blog Fart Friday/sorry Thursday

Yep. I'm still here. I haven't posted for a week so I'll do a random post to catch up on everything. I love random posts, both writing and reading them!

Our guinea babies are thriving...they have grown bigger even after one week. They are fiesty, and funny - they scramble around chasing each other, fighting over little pieces of grass, and retire underneath their mumma for their sleeptime.

On a sadder note, we lost one baby who failed to thrive. He or she was smaller than the other babies, and didn't eat but tried to keep up with the others. It was so upseting and I did have a cry when he or she died.....I buried this baby under Girlies (our beagle) tree.......

I went to the dentist on Wednesday to have my follow up treatment. You'll remember I had a bitch and a whinge about how much I hate the dentist, and how scared I was about having my two teeth extracted in the chair rather than in hospital. You can read about this here.

So I went in on Wednesday, nervous and scared. I really like this dentist, he made me feel at ease and the kind lady gave me a scented eye patch to wear so I wouldn't have to watch the horror of having my teeth removed.

But the BEST thing of all (and I keep thinking if I had known about this years ago I would be at the dentist every week) was the sedative gas they offer for scared shitless patients like me.

It was a blast, literally. You suck on this plastic contraption and it releases what I can only describe as a numbing, floaty, fucking fantastic sensation type gas that completely relaxes you. It kind of makes you want to giggle or chat up the dentist. Fortunately I only giggled.

My mask fell off at one stage onto the dentists' shoes, which kind of sent me into a cackling spasm...I didn't really have a care in the world. When my first tooth came out, I vaguely remember going "whoo hooo!". Yes pathetic and embarrassing at the same time.

But the procedure was over and out with hardly any trauma to my sanity, because of this wonderful drug. And I am totally pissed off that I wasn't allowed to take the thing home, it was wireless afterall.