Happy Birthday Dad.

Happy Birthday to my dear old Dad. I miss you.

31/05/1938 - 16/10/1999

Happy Birthday to Me..

It's that time of year again. Today is my birthday. I have had a wonderful day, in contrast to last years birthday.

I have been totally spoilt and I am currently typing on my brand new laptop while admiring my brand new sewing machine over in the corner. More about that tommorrow.

The most important thing, though is that I got to spend the day with The Hubbster and my children. We had a long sleep in (apart from The Hubbster who was painting the house), we did some craft, we played tennis and went out for dinner.

The kids fought all day so it was great. Normal and great. I am so totally blessed.

Some Parents Ppfftt!

So can you see anything wrong with this photo? Take a good look:-


That's right! That poor child is not strapped into the chair securely. That baby could fall out!

Those parents are not thinking clearly at all!

They Did WHAT?

Facebook chat tonight with a good friend of mine - Lynda. That's her real name and she's not undercover. Because she's tough like that.

10.02pm
Me
you will never guess what my bloody family just did!

10:03pm
Lynda
lol what!

10:04pm
Me
this is petty and funny but annoying

10:04pm
Lynda
lol
baited breath

10:04pm
Me
every friday night The Hubbster and the kids watch the footy, I usually buy them something for "half time report" we call it.

10:05pm
Lynda
lmao

10:05pm
Me
so I bought a big chocolate, and they came out and got it at half time
i'm blogging about this!!
and guess what
the shits (all of them) ate the lot, i went in to have a piece with my cuppa and they left me nothing
bloody rude

10:05pm
Lynda
lmao
bloody rude - the hide!

10:06pm
Me
they said we didn't think u wanted any
wtf

10:06pm
Lynda
pfft as if!!

10:06pm
Me
I'm actually really cranky because at times I feel like mum gets nothing, kwim, the short friggin stick in the family
like I think of them and buy it and they haven't even got the decency to keep me some.....

10:07pm
Lynda
yes!
i hear you!!!

10:08pm
Me
they thought it was a funny joke, well lets see who will be laughing next friday night.
it will be me in here hiding with my own freakin chocolate while they have none!

10:09pm
Lynda
for half time report next week cut up a fruit platter and then proceed to eat the biggest hugest block of chocolate you can find....all for you and eat in front of them
heh heh heh
even if just to see the looks on their faces

10:10pm
Me
I'll just lock myself in the computer room and they can fend for themselves.
Can I blog this conversation?

10:15pm
Lynda
yes

10:16pm
Me
do you want your name changed to protect your identity?
lmao

10:17pm
Lynda
lmao
nah its ok
unless you want to

10:18pm
Me
cool, bloody family.

10:21pm
Lynda
have you blogged yet
i want to read!!

10:22pm
Me
i'll do it now brb

10:23pm
Lynda
dont keep me in suspense!!!

10:23pm
Me
lol one tic u can feature on my blog!

10:23pm
Lynda
:-)
ooooooo

You will see by this conversation that

a) Lynda secretly wants to blog

b) Lynda could possibly be rolling her eyes (possibly around 10.05pm) at the insignificance of this story

c) Lynda is very brave for not changing her name to protect her identity and

d) Lynda is a very understanding friend.

Shit My Kids Ruined

I wanted to bring to you today a fabulous website that my good friend and mirror twin over at My Kids Might Be Martians discovered. She kindly shared this with me to show that there are other kids out there who ruin things.

It makes me feel like a really really really good mother.

It's called:-

Shit My Kids Ruined and I love it! It states:-

We want to know about the shit your kids ruined. Perhaps your couch? Your TV? Your marriage? Your dreams? CONTRIBUTE. It's therapeutic.

There's a sister site called Shit My Pets Ruined, which I am looking at now and it's just as funny. My beagles should have been on that. Now that I think about it, I have lots of pics I could put on the kids page....

Peruse and enjoy!

Mom Sexy

It's time again for Mom Sexy, and to quote my friend The Mommylogist:-

I want to know about the little things that you do during your day to make yourself feel a little more sexy! And if you’ve been lacking in the sexy department lately, then tell me one thing that you are going to do to up the ante a bit..

There is something I do that makes me feel wonderful. Free. Easy. Sexy.

During my day, doing my chores of housework including tidying the bedrooms, making the beds, putting clothes away, I find myself standing in front of my mirror.....with my Ipod turned on high.

I dance. And dance and dance and sing so terribly but I don't care.

I have always danced. Competitive latin dancing was my thing and I still adore to samba or cha cha or salsa. The movements of your body when you are dancing this way is very sensual and.......sexy.

The core movements are centred on your hips..swaying, moving...very very sexy. It actually keeps you very fit and toned because you don't realise you are exercising. But you are.

The flow of music is very relaxing yet at the same time energising. I always, always feel good dancing like this and I always feel happy and that is the most important thing. Confident, happy and sexy.

He Did WHAT?

I wanted to write about my beautiful, kind, caring, easygoing, funny, smart, passionate little boy who literally makes my heart skip because I love and totally adore him so much.


These days, 7 year old kids certainly have expensive taste.

My son gave his "girl" friend a present last week.

My Ipod.

After the little girls father returned the Ipod to me, I suggested to my son that if he wants to give his "girl" friend a gift, he should consider a drawing, or a flower from the garden.

Am I asking too much?

My Mothers Group

I went out last week. Out for dinner. It's unheard of really because my social life consists of supervising the school disco.

Along with my mothers group friends, we went to a fancy restaurant with divine food, company and atmosphere. I dressed up. I ate dessert, and slid back in the leather chair relaxed and fulfilled.

My mothers group. We met when Miss D (aged 9) was two weeks old. All first time mothers, we met once a week - every Tuesday for morning tea, or lunch. We would arrive with something delicious to share, and place our blankets and babies on the floor around us while we chatted.

I will never forget this time, and how invaluable it was to me. I was a very nervous, clueless first time mother. Even though I had worked in child care, it's never the same once you have your own.

I lived for every Tuesday because we could compare our babies, and by this I don't mean who had the prettiest baby or anything as shallow as that.

Instead, we asked advice, gave support, and compared notes on who had the hardest night before with an all night screaming baby. As Miss D never slept, I would say that would be me.

Some of the things we did included morning tea or lunch, pram walks through the park, mum and bubs movie mornings, baby massage, swimming, glamour photo shoots,ten pin bowling and the list goes on.





As the babies grew and started crawling, it made lunches at yummy restaurants difficult so we stuck more to the parks and each others homes.

We now try to meet in the holidays at the park, and only recently we watched as a newish mothers group armed with prams and babies on blankets chatted in the sun. My friend and I commented that it made us kind of sad because that time of our lives was over. It was fleeting. Our days of one baby in the park were gone because now we had 1,2 3 or 4, part time or full time work and after school sports.

We were 10 ladies and between us now we have 25 children. We try to meet formally at least once a year and this dinner was 6 months in the making.

These get togethers are so important because not all of us are in day to day contact.

At the birth of our first child - at the most amazing and breathtaking moment of our lives, when it can sometimes be overwhelming and emotional, these girls were a godsend to me and the memories I have will only make the time more special.

(Me 9 months pregnant and ready to pop...)

Nude Me....Well Sort Of..

I'm participating in Bloggers Without Makeup Day. Which is scary in itself but what a wonderful, liberating thing it is to do. Check out Mummy Mayhem to see what it's all about....


And just to show I'm not a pussy, here's another one....

Of course, tommorrow I'll be posting pics of myself in full makeup out to dinner this weekend...just to show I can look hot either way....

The Money Pit, lets get back into it.

We have finally restarted building the house. It's been several months at a stand still for various reasons including:-

- visitors from interstate on two occasions
- school holidays
- my work and study
- focus on buying a tractor so we can slash all of our long grass on the farm caused by
- tonne and tonnes of rain preventing us from doing our exterior painting
- time and time restraints caused by
- the kids extra activities being football and dancing......and the list goes on.

So I am excited to write that we are back into it!

The last thing we did was the deck which we painstackingly oiled....way back at the end of January and what month is it now - yes it's May. So we are well overdue with the exterior painting.

The Hubbster has started to sand and prime the posts in a cute shade of pink, ready for the final coat - white above the deck and woodland grey underneath.

I"ve also been doing a bit of DIY - I'm really good at it. I should have my own show. I'd call it

Farmers Wifey Fixes Things.

These are our crappy drawers made of chipboard which when they are not falling apart, usually hold the kids clothes.


We bought these temporary cupboards to use in the shed until we moved into the house, where each bedroom will have beautiful, strong walk in robes with shelving made from hardwood. Which will not break, even when I climb them which I have been know to do.

So I glued all of the drawers back together the other day, using the following tools of the trade. See how I have utilised the things we have in our shed to hold the drawers in place! See, I really should have my own show.

Miss Indie Giveaway

I've recently found this amazing blog.....I delight in looking at the gorgeous pictures, it actually makes me feel good. Miss Indie is having a huge giveaway to celebrate her 100th post!



I ask you to go and visit her and see what it's all about..I just know you will be as excited as I am!!

My Mothers Day

Raving Lunatic. That's Me.

Hmmmm...my post of yesterday. Regarding the muffin and the plate. I think that was written by some crazy, mental, possessed banshee in the middle of a tantrum. Oh yeah, that was me. Yesterday. Today I'm fine.

You see, I had pmt. Or Pre Menstrual Tension for you men who may not know what it means. Of course if you are married, you probably are already familiar with it.

Last night I wouldn't have at all been surprised if my head started to spin and I spewed blood on the walls (reference The Exorcist) .

For just two days per month I turn into a raving madwoman, cranky with the world and all it represents. The Hubbster likes to point this out to me by saying "ahhhh, so it's that time of the month..that explains everything". I could punch him in the nose there and then.

So the issue with the muffin and the plate is so unimportant that it's embarrassing, but last night I had steam coming from my ears when I arrived home to find that The Hubbster had eaten my chocolate muffin that I had been saving because I have been to the gym, eating right and savouring this little treat for my hard work. He didn't even ask. He just stuffed it down, crumbs and all.

I was furious. I can't believe how pissed off I was (remember PMT people). He offered no explanation. Although he did buy me flowers today, under the guise of Mothers Day so maybe he feels guilty!

So while I washed up roughly, splashing water from the sink, I wiped his favourite breakfast plate (the crappy one with the chips and crack in it from our old dinner set) and accidently dropped it on the floor. Opps. I can't believe I did that. Who the hell am I?

I hate feeling like this. It's very emotional. It's the hormones of course. I can't believe the crap that comes out of my mouth, I don't even make sense to myself.

And as quick as it comes, it's over. But I can't take back being a bitch for those two days to the ones I love the most. I really think I need some medication. Or some herbs at least. Or a shopping holiday. That would do.

That'll teach ya.

You eat my chocolate muffin -

I break your favourite plate.


Tune in tommorrow to get the full story.

Writers Workshop

This week = short and sweet!! I'm using prompt number 3.)

3.) I know my kids really love me because…

Why else would my son tackle me rugby league style in the middle of the supermarket last week, much to the sniggers of a perfect mother and her perfect offspring walking beside her? And yes, I went down.

Why else would my 3 kids ask for $10.00 EACH for the mothers day stall at school tommorrow to buy me just that perfect something? And why the hell have I already paid them?

And Yet More Babies..

Well, it happened again. I turned my back for one minute and out popped a baby.

Now that I have your attention, here's the baby.

We thought we had our hands full with our guinea babies, not knowing that our little hen was sitting on her own clutch of eggs. We found a little chick a few days ago but it had been pecked by the roosters so we had to put her to sleep. It was awful.

We have now closed off the section that the hen is in, and she has several more eggs snuggled behind the hay, just waiting to crack open. I have to check tommorrow that this area is baby proof as we haven't had chicks before...this is a first for us. I hope they do okay. I hope they stay warm with their mother.

It's obviously very fertile out here in the country......

Please do me a little favour....

Just a wee reminder for my dearest friends (yes I'm talking about YOU) to please make sure you copy and paste to your page - the link on the left which is my NEW blogger button ...you know, the one that says Farmers Wifey. As I am now a new woman!



And I would be super impressed if you could also change my name on your blog from Farmers Wife to Farmers Wifey....I know I know, I'm annoying and all that but with all the stress I went through changing it all over, I want to see my damn new name out there.....

Our new toy that The Hubbster may not let me drive

We have a new toy. She arrived last week. Here she is.


Our very own brand new Kubota tractor. We've called her Jaffa because she's orange. I may not even get a drive because The Hubbster thinks he's just the bees knees slashing all of our long grass and generally doing farm stuff.

Jaffa even has a drink holder for those long hot summer days out in the paddock. I really want a drive. I think orange will really suit me.