HAPPY NEW YEAR

happy new year everyone! i met my main man properly on new years 6 years ago today, so since then its always been an exciting night for me. Today we bought bubba sparklers and a bottle of lemon squash, so she can share it with us. hope all is good with the world tonight!

christmas break

Have been too busy to think, let alone type, over the christmas break.... hope everyone else has been having a georgous time!!

this is the fatman at the beach in the early morning, bubba went in but we just paddled.


have to start packing soon.... eekk!

Do not leave your man unattended in a casino...

My bloke just came back from a work course in the city. Apparently all (all?? I ask) the hotels in the city were full, so work booked him, and other boys from his work, into the casino. For a week. Waving goodbye to him as he very very cheerfully boarded the plane, I new this was not going to go well. He had packed a suit.

2 days later in early morning phone call, he spoke very hesitantly- anxiously in fact. Knowing something was up I quickly ascertained that no emergency service personnel had been involved (quite a possibility if your aware of his younger escapades). Anyway it turns out he managed to lose (only!) $700 at the casino.  Which to be honest was better then I expected, although worse then I hoped. I would have been more cross except he received a $500 cheque for his bday, so it hasn’t affected the mortgage- although it would have been nice to have.

So since then I have become obsessed with all the things I/we/he could have spent $700 on had it not been lost to the casino.  Highlights include:

A mini break- 2 nights in a hotel with dinner and champers

New TV- he keeps complaining about our currently non-digital bulky one

One porcelain tooth veneer

A day at adventure land/underwater world/zoo for the kids with the works

Half a lounge chair

2 weeks groceries

Flights for my brother to come see the fatman

New jeans and a Review dress
175 family size blocks of top-deck

Soooooooooo many things for the new house

*Sigh*

Anyway, the moral of this story definitely, is that if work needs him to stay at the casino again, we are organizing a babysitter, a bottle of champers on arrival and I'm coming too!




What would you spend your $700 on if your partner hadn't hypothetically lost it in a casino?

the puppy and the fatman

We have a puppy that is a naughty nightmare! A big black cute friendly slobbering nightmare- but still. We bought her for bubbas birthday last year. Of course my bloke and bubba insisted that they would walk her and clean her and feed her- I wouldn’t have to do anything!  And they definitely wanted a Labrador and not a little dog, or a kitten, or a goldfish….  Of course I found out I was pregnant with the fatman about 2 days later, so the poor puppy... I think she gets a bit jealous of the baby; she was meant to be the baby herself!

Smellex

We call her Smellex, which started off as Alex but got changed…due to a few unfortunate pooping incidences when she was a little puppy. Damn dog!

Anyway, my problem today is poor little Sophie the giraffe, a very expensive baby teething toy- that the fatman adores!!… and Smellex ate!

So I looked online and spent a ridiculous amount of money and bought the fatman a new Sophie…. And what did I notice this morning- ANOTHER half eaten Sophie!

Poor sophie!! and poor little fatman - no way is he getting another!

Cannot wait to move to our new house and Smellex will sleep outside!

teeth

The fatman has his first two teeth through... im stoked they came at once so its over and done with.
Poor boy- must be feeling sore as hes been waking up every few hours at night. totally exsausting!!

Bubba has just lost her first top tooth and is about to lose the other... i will have to get her the words to that song 'all i want for christmas is my two front teeth....'. her gappy smile is just too cute.

the fatman...

this is the fatman- doing what he does best and i (sadly) do least: having a snooze!

sorry honey, i spent all our money on ebay and havnt done the dishes

So i am going ebay crazy at the moment.... And i always totally scorned it before. "why would i want to wait 3 days to buy something?" i would ask. "and then you might not even get it- that sucks" "and you probably end up paying waaaaaaay too much for it anyway".

Which is all totally true, but missing the big point... the thrill of the chase! it has totally suckered me in. all those promises of .99c jeans which i watch for days and always jump to $49 dollars right at the end of bidding (damn it!) and yet I'm still clicking furiously, so desperate to win. I blame my man totally, as hes encouraging me to buy new clothes (i lost 30kg since the fat man was born- entirely created from pregnancy crossiant cravings.....).

So really he cant blame me when he comes home tonight and i say to him "Sorry honey, i spent all our money on ebay and havnt done the dishes".

I'm just not a dishes doing kinda girl.

10 things about me...

Anyway, so the last blog I was reading had a ten things challenge- to write ten things about yourself to let everyone know you a bit better. So here goes:

1. I have two kids, 7 years apart. The oldest one- miss 7, already reads like crazy. Which I’m not sure is really a good thing in a kid- or in anyone. Some one needs to get outside more I think. Some one else should perhaps lead by example. 

2. My man is a professionally trained chef… but im still the one who cooks dinner each day, and despite him trying his best to teach me, I’m not that good.  We came to an arrangement very early in our relationship though, that he has to ask before he makes any comment on a dinner that ive cooked…. And normally I say no. This saves us both from having to clean up the walls when I might just throw it at him.

3. I’m totally uncoordinated. I’m the person who spills drinks and walks into walls, before i've even had a drink that is (after i've had a drink my co-ordination is just better left unmentioned.) I've broken my toes twice from stubbing them on various bits of furniture. And broken toes are just embarrassing; you don’t get any sympathy there.

4. I’m not really a house proud kind of person. Even as I write this I’m looking at a desk that I got when I was thirteen and is still waiting for a lick of paint. I think I even bought paint for it at some point, which floated around for a while. My man keeps threatening to throw the desk out- fair enough as the rough pine is pretty ugly, but I just know it'll look great if it was painted. I tell him that ill get round to painting it soon, I promise. 

Other people have jobs on their to do list for sixteen years too, right?

5. Someone gave me 5 chickens for my eighth birthday.  Two red, 1 black, 1 grey and 1 white. I named then Sunshine, Bright-star, Midnight, Silver-of-the-sea and Sarah.  I think I ran out of poetic-ness when I got to Sarah. It was lots of fun watching the oldies try to call them by their names though.

6. We call the baby the fat man.  At an age where others are trying to double their birth weight, he is close to tripling his. He has big blue eyes, multiple chins and fat rolls from his wrists to his elbows.  He is one of those babies that people stop in the shops to say hello to.

7. I am a scientist- I have a science degree- earth sciences.  I’ve worked for the last couple of years, but am out of work for the next year or so to raise the fat man.  It’s not an excuse but really all scientists have messy houses and are not people-persons. It’s a stereotype that fits me well.

8. I live in whoop-whoop. From our house if you turn right at the main road and drive for twelve hours through the desert, you'll reach the nearest city.  This is a journey that you definitely should remember to charge your iPod before.

9. I love the smell of old books. All musty and dusty; old books come with an atmosphere. I’ve been totally scornful of iPads and the like. As if! I told anyone who would listen. But flying to the city the other day (13hour road trips with 2 kids to be avoided whenever possible) the book I’d got for the plane ride was crap. Couldn’t read it. And I found myself thinking wistfully of an iPad and how if I had one and the story I was reading turned out to be uninteresting- with the press of a button I could have a new story.

But I guess that’s a purchase I can put off for another year now....

10. We’re moving house to the city. We bought a new house, our first ever house. 1960s, brick with wooden floorboards, a pokey little kitchen and no bathroom taps. A real do-her-upper of a house, which I have promised my man I’ll do up... like that desk….

do i resemble my baby?

A mum at my daughters school stopped me today to look at the fatman.
"does he look like his father?" she asked, peering at him closely.
"nope" i said, "he looks like me i guess". which is true. my bloke is quite dark and the fatman and i both blue eyed and fair.
the mum looked me up and down and said "hmmm well some babys don't look like anyone" and walked off.
Thats so rude, right?

Sure, i'm not bald or 2 foot tall or covered in fat rolls... but neither is my husband. haha.

begin again

Well i had big plans to give up something, to change my life (don't we all?) but I've decided that i like things just the way they are... perhaps with a little less couch sitting though, and a little more getting out there.
In honour of that sentiment this morning i decided to sit up at the table with bubba while she had breakfast (instead of retreating under the doona with an extra strong coffee, as i would previously).

"bubba where is your spoon?", i asked.
bubba looked at me scornfully "you never give me a spoon- I ALWAYS eat with my fingers".
i looked at bubba doubtfully; bubba was eating cornflakes with milk.

Similarly, having finished breakfast she wandered off to get dressed for school and came back in black leggings with purple bike pants over the top and a netball skirt over that. dismissing my doubts about this superman-esque outfit, she said she had worn it HEAPS of times.

I let her be. but i think its time i started paying a little more attention....