Havent been here in a while and promised last time I would do better, but I just dont seem to have it in me. I feel like this is somewhere I come when I feel most alone. And that isnt fair, so I think blogging is not the thing for me. I guess I thought that somewhere in another country (or planet even) someone might give a damn about anything that I say, that someone might find my rants intelligent, or entertaining even. But in all honesty I dont even have anything that I find intelligent or entertaining. I have a few blogs that I follow and I check back all the time to see if the next post has been put up, hanging out to see what the next witty line will be, or the next topic to peak my curiosity, and this blog doesnt do that for me, let alone anyone else. I am outta here folks... this post is just to inform anyone who did read, or may stumble across this from now, or my beautiful friends who make up my 2 followers - that it has been a pleasure to share the insanity for a few entries...
So I bid you adieu, and to you and to you!
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Saturday, June 11, 2011
Because I have no balls...
Dear T,
I am doing this here because I need to get this off my chest, but I just dont have any nice way to put what I have to say, nor would I ever want to hurt you, and I know that the things I am about to say would hurt. I have tried in the past, a couple of times now, but I am starting to think we speak different sorts of english.
You are an 'I' person. Everything revolves around you. Or so you would like to think. You are cheap and nasty. You flirt with other people's husbands and you seem to have an unrealistically high opinion of yourself. You never say sorry, never apologise, even when you are in the wrong. You are disloyal. You are rude and have incredibly poor etiquette, both online and in real life social situations. You have a chip on your shoulder. Your sense of entitlement astounds me. You seem to be completely oblivious that you irritate most of the people you come in contact with (at least the people we know mutually). You take no responsibilty for how your actions may affect other people, and you seem to believe that if you say or do something that upsets someone else - that is their problem. You are condescending. You embarass your children and dont hestitate to call them out on behaviour that you exhibit yourself. You just dont seem to get the message that I am not your friend, I tolerate you because your kids and mine go to the same school, therefore I will have to see you approximately 212 days of this year.
Sometimes I wish I could be an 'I' person. Then I come in contact with you again, and realise that you make me tense and anxious. And I dont like to think that I could make someone feel like that.
I am doing this here because I need to get this off my chest, but I just dont have any nice way to put what I have to say, nor would I ever want to hurt you, and I know that the things I am about to say would hurt. I have tried in the past, a couple of times now, but I am starting to think we speak different sorts of english.
You are an 'I' person. Everything revolves around you. Or so you would like to think. You are cheap and nasty. You flirt with other people's husbands and you seem to have an unrealistically high opinion of yourself. You never say sorry, never apologise, even when you are in the wrong. You are disloyal. You are rude and have incredibly poor etiquette, both online and in real life social situations. You have a chip on your shoulder. Your sense of entitlement astounds me. You seem to be completely oblivious that you irritate most of the people you come in contact with (at least the people we know mutually). You take no responsibilty for how your actions may affect other people, and you seem to believe that if you say or do something that upsets someone else - that is their problem. You are condescending. You embarass your children and dont hestitate to call them out on behaviour that you exhibit yourself. You just dont seem to get the message that I am not your friend, I tolerate you because your kids and mine go to the same school, therefore I will have to see you approximately 212 days of this year.
Sometimes I wish I could be an 'I' person. Then I come in contact with you again, and realise that you make me tense and anxious. And I dont like to think that I could make someone feel like that.
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
Ahh Natalie Portman... disappointed!
Well this weekend I watched Natalie Portman in her latest award winning role, and seriously, I gotta tell ya - she was fantastic but the movie was CRAP! Complete and utter bullshit. Okay I get that the movie delves into the big taboo that is mental illness, exploring a topic that many people just cant bring themselves to discuss, but shit, really people - I am not dumb and at the end of this one, I exhaled and let out a big loud WTF. So frikin confused! The whole movie was a mess of her playing the quiet doe-eyed dancer girl who would do anything to be perfect, and her 'pleasuring herself' or hallucinating about lesbian encounters.
If you went and asked any male on the street "Have you seen 'Black Swan' with that Natalie Portman sheila", the response would be "Yeh my mrs made me watch it. Did you see that bit where the girl went down on her... phwaor!"
Definitely something to be proud of Nat. Cant wait to see you you redeem yourself for that one on SNL. Will probably be better than the movie was!
If you went and asked any male on the street "Have you seen 'Black Swan' with that Natalie Portman sheila", the response would be "Yeh my mrs made me watch it. Did you see that bit where the girl went down on her... phwaor!"
Definitely something to be proud of Nat. Cant wait to see you you redeem yourself for that one on SNL. Will probably be better than the movie was!
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Do you censor yourself??
I was just thinking 'I should blog about such n such' but reconsidered because a) I know who is reading this b) I know what the people reading this think about this and c) what is the point in writing about such n such if they already know what I think, and I already know what I think.
Then I thought about how often I rephrase what I say, or simply choose not to say, just because it may bother someone else.
Ah blah blah blah blah.......................
Then I thought about how often I rephrase what I say, or simply choose not to say, just because it may bother someone else.
Ah blah blah blah blah.......................
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Just Breathe
Honestly, the anxiety is so bad at the moment, that sometimes I am surprised I wake up in the morning. That sounds ridiculous, or looks ridiculous. Whatever. I see that its stupid, but I cant control it.
I just looked at pictures of my mother's wedding. There are only a few of me. Thank fuck for that. After looking at those pictures I have never despised myself more. I avoided pictures of myself with my mother on her wedding day because I just cant stand to look at myself. There will never be any real proof that I shared that day with her, because I am ashamed of myself. Of how I look and who I am. And the pressure that comes with ever changing how I look, or being someone better... is overwhelming.
A friend's son has leukemia, and the more I hear, the less I cope. I cant imagine how she is coping, let alone what the situation and the disease are doing to him. And I am scared for them. And sad. I am being positive - but the world as I know it will change if he isnt okay at the end of all this.
I just looked at pictures of my mother's wedding. There are only a few of me. Thank fuck for that. After looking at those pictures I have never despised myself more. I avoided pictures of myself with my mother on her wedding day because I just cant stand to look at myself. There will never be any real proof that I shared that day with her, because I am ashamed of myself. Of how I look and who I am. And the pressure that comes with ever changing how I look, or being someone better... is overwhelming.
A friend's son has leukemia, and the more I hear, the less I cope. I cant imagine how she is coping, let alone what the situation and the disease are doing to him. And I am scared for them. And sad. I am being positive - but the world as I know it will change if he isnt okay at the end of all this.
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Doctors visit
Went into town today because I had to take the girl child to to doctors. She has had this pain in her side on and off for months now, every now and then she will let me know she is hurting, and sometimes it goes on for days, then we dont hear anything about it for a week. Anyway, she has complained a couple times now and I have given her panadol a couple days running, so I figured it was time we look into it.
I have mentioned it to the dr before but today we had to see a different doctor - seems hard to see the same dr twice in this town. We have to monitor her pain over the next fortnight, and if there are more than 5 days where she mentions pain, she has to have an abdominal ultrasound. He said these aches and pains are common in kids around this age and that sometimes it is just a stress reaction. And I instantly felt like a terrible mother. Fuck knows there has been stress around here this last year or so, so maybe thats it. But I still dont want to think that my little girl is stressed. At 7 years of age. She is far too young to be stressed.
So I am going to go play a game of uno with my girl, and hope that she is better soon. I wish I knew all the answers, but in the meantime, just gotta bluff my way through and pray I dont screw them up!
I have mentioned it to the dr before but today we had to see a different doctor - seems hard to see the same dr twice in this town. We have to monitor her pain over the next fortnight, and if there are more than 5 days where she mentions pain, she has to have an abdominal ultrasound. He said these aches and pains are common in kids around this age and that sometimes it is just a stress reaction. And I instantly felt like a terrible mother. Fuck knows there has been stress around here this last year or so, so maybe thats it. But I still dont want to think that my little girl is stressed. At 7 years of age. She is far too young to be stressed.
So I am going to go play a game of uno with my girl, and hope that she is better soon. I wish I knew all the answers, but in the meantime, just gotta bluff my way through and pray I dont screw them up!
Monday, May 23, 2011
FUUUUCCCCKKKKKK
I am a fuck up of the highest order sometimes... dont know how I continue to breathe!
Sunday, May 22, 2011
*insert witty title here*
Should I be worried that I am actually glad the weekend is over? I promise to be more entertaining next week. Promise! xxx
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Learning curve
Feels like it has been such a long week. Scratch that, I think its been a long year.
I had a little rant about P&C crap the other day, and for anyone who may be reading - that problem has been dealt with. There is only so long you can allow someone to talk down to you before you snap. The person filling the role of President was doing my fucking head in, with her lack of morals, condescending attitude and general bad conduct. I think in accepting, let alone begging for, a role on a public community committee, you are making yourself accountable for your actions. And I dont think that woman had ever been made accountable for her actions. I will admit, I felt pressure from every corner on this one, other people and members wanted to know why she was not fulfilling her duties, but in all honesty, the majority of the stress in that situation was bought on by myself. This person had allowed me to believe that they knew what they were doing and had done some great things in the years before. So I backed her, and now I feel like a dickhead.
I always thought i was a pretty good judge of character. Always took people at face value and knew that everyone, no matter what their past or their crime, deserved a second chance. I think this is because I am very much aware that I have not always made the best decisions myself. There are lots of things in my past that I am not proud of. And especially since I have become a mother, I have tried to change my behaviour in the hope that I can be a better person. I have allowed people, for far too long, to manipulate me, and mistreat me, under the mad ideology that they were my friend/family. If I had a dollar for every time I had said 'yeh but maybe they dont realise that it comes across that way' I would be a millionaire. Either way, this person made me realise that I am tougher than that.
By wednesday last week I had enough and confronted the person. I told her that she is rude and condescending, among other things, and I can honestly say that I handled myself in a manner of which I can be proud. I didnt buy into the gossipy bullshit that had been said, I didnt over dramatise the situation, I just told her how I felt without throwing any other person under the bus. I told her that I was sorry that I had backed her and supported her, and that if she couldnt fulfil the role properly then she should step down and give someone else the chance.
She has since resigned from her position on the P&C and roles have changed. We have a new president and Vice President and I really believe that as a group we can do great things for the school. We are planning and plotting already and I cant wait to get stuck in and start raising some money for this school.
I learnt from this experience though. I learnt that no matter what people think of me, or how I may have behaved in the past, I can handle myself with decorum and class, at least sometimes.
I had a little rant about P&C crap the other day, and for anyone who may be reading - that problem has been dealt with. There is only so long you can allow someone to talk down to you before you snap. The person filling the role of President was doing my fucking head in, with her lack of morals, condescending attitude and general bad conduct. I think in accepting, let alone begging for, a role on a public community committee, you are making yourself accountable for your actions. And I dont think that woman had ever been made accountable for her actions. I will admit, I felt pressure from every corner on this one, other people and members wanted to know why she was not fulfilling her duties, but in all honesty, the majority of the stress in that situation was bought on by myself. This person had allowed me to believe that they knew what they were doing and had done some great things in the years before. So I backed her, and now I feel like a dickhead.
I always thought i was a pretty good judge of character. Always took people at face value and knew that everyone, no matter what their past or their crime, deserved a second chance. I think this is because I am very much aware that I have not always made the best decisions myself. There are lots of things in my past that I am not proud of. And especially since I have become a mother, I have tried to change my behaviour in the hope that I can be a better person. I have allowed people, for far too long, to manipulate me, and mistreat me, under the mad ideology that they were my friend/family. If I had a dollar for every time I had said 'yeh but maybe they dont realise that it comes across that way' I would be a millionaire. Either way, this person made me realise that I am tougher than that.
By wednesday last week I had enough and confronted the person. I told her that she is rude and condescending, among other things, and I can honestly say that I handled myself in a manner of which I can be proud. I didnt buy into the gossipy bullshit that had been said, I didnt over dramatise the situation, I just told her how I felt without throwing any other person under the bus. I told her that I was sorry that I had backed her and supported her, and that if she couldnt fulfil the role properly then she should step down and give someone else the chance.
She has since resigned from her position on the P&C and roles have changed. We have a new president and Vice President and I really believe that as a group we can do great things for the school. We are planning and plotting already and I cant wait to get stuck in and start raising some money for this school.
I learnt from this experience though. I learnt that no matter what people think of me, or how I may have behaved in the past, I can handle myself with decorum and class, at least sometimes.
Thursday, May 12, 2011
Seems appropriate....
I have been playing this album to death - Adele 21
Close enough to start a war
All that I have is on the floor
God only knows what we're fighting for
All that I say, you always say more
I can't keep up with your turning tables
Under your thumb, I can't breathe
So I won't let you close enough to hurt me
No, I won't ask you, you to just desert me
I cant give you, what you think you gave me
It's time to say goodbye to turning tables
To turning tables
Under hardest guise I see ooh
Where love is lost, your ghost is found
I braved a hundred storms to leave you
As hard as you try, no I will never be knocked down
I can't keep up with your turning tables
Under your thumb, I can't breathe
So I won't let you close enough to hurt me, no
I won't ask you, you to just desert me
I cant give you, what you think you gave me
It's time to say goodbye to turning tables
Turning tables
Next time I'll be braver
I'll be my own savior
When the thunder calls for me
Next time I'll be braver
I'll be my own savior
Standing on my own two feet
I won't let you close enough to hurt me, no
I won't ask you, you to just desert me
I cant give you, what you think you gave me
It's time to say goodbye to turning tables
To turning tables
Turning tables, yeah
Turning ohh
Close enough to start a war
All that I have is on the floor
God only knows what we're fighting for
All that I say, you always say more
I can't keep up with your turning tables
Under your thumb, I can't breathe
So I won't let you close enough to hurt me
No, I won't ask you, you to just desert me
I cant give you, what you think you gave me
It's time to say goodbye to turning tables
To turning tables
Under hardest guise I see ooh
Where love is lost, your ghost is found
I braved a hundred storms to leave you
As hard as you try, no I will never be knocked down
I can't keep up with your turning tables
Under your thumb, I can't breathe
So I won't let you close enough to hurt me, no
I won't ask you, you to just desert me
I cant give you, what you think you gave me
It's time to say goodbye to turning tables
Turning tables
Next time I'll be braver
I'll be my own savior
When the thunder calls for me
Next time I'll be braver
I'll be my own savior
Standing on my own two feet
I won't let you close enough to hurt me, no
I won't ask you, you to just desert me
I cant give you, what you think you gave me
It's time to say goodbye to turning tables
To turning tables
Turning tables, yeah
Turning ohh
Saturday, May 7, 2011
I'm ba-ackkkkk!
Hey baby... missed me? If the answer there was yes, then I am sorry to say the feeling is not mutual. Where to start - so much has gone on in the last few months that I am not even sure where I was up to when I left off last. So forgive me if this post is a little jumpy, I will try my best to not let this end up like one of the 'Matrix' movies, coz that was just confusing and kinda shit me.
First, I feel the need to explain where the fuck I have been for the last 3 months. I am still not sure, so if you find me, let me know where I was? In the end, I am back because my mate (and only follower coz she is the only person I am brave enough to let see all this shit) said to me the other day 'you were coping a lot better when you were writing'. And fuck I hope its true. Sometimes it scares me that my mental health is something I will never stop questioning, never recover from having had that label, deserving of it or not. The most fucked bit of this post is that as I hear it in my head I am aware of the rambling... just another sign that my brain is not coping in its 'normal' way. Whatever the fuck that is.
So, an update on family life. The kids are still driving me nuts, and are still the most beautiful and amazing creatures on the planet. Little by little I am becoming more aware of what resilient little buggers they are. The kids went back to school, had swimming lessons, both had time off with a cold, they got nits... twice, and I managed to survive the term with only 1 nervous breakdown in the kids classrooms. It appears that my darling son has decided that school work sux, is boring, and is clearly not worth his time or effort. And he told the Vice Principal so when he was sent there for 'insolence and refusal to cooperate in a learning situation'. Whatever the fuck that means.
Curly had surgery. Again. The big one this time. Transabdominal Disc Replacement. It sounds fucking scary saying it out loud, and I am still having trouble getting my head around the fact that to fix his back, they had to cut open his front. Which means he now has another spot on his body that hurts. He is still at home with us, and will be for at least another few months by the look of things. The doctors have had him on so many drugs that withdrawal was going to be a problem no matter what happened. But when we had to see a different doctor the other day who said, and I quote 'I have never seen anyone on that much narcotic. Not in 25 years of general practice', I realised exactly how much trouble we were in. Makes me fucking sick actually, because I made it clear to the doctors that I had concerns about the amount of drugs he was being prescribed. And while I know that you cant just leave someone in pain... surely there was another fucking option. But what the fuck would I know?
I honestly feel like life has not stopped. I guess I didnt mention it coz I bailed out of this blogging lark before it happened, but I have joined the kids school P&C. As the secretary. And what the fuck have I done there?? I encouraged this sheila from school that she should take the position of president. Well she has been blowin smoke up her own ass since I met her about what an awesome job she has done on P&C committees. Turns out she is about as useless as tits on a bull. And I encouraged her to do this. She does nothing. NOTHING! So far the rest of us have picked up the pieces and made this work, but now she is feeling the need to assert her authority 'as president' and I dont know if the committee is big enough for the both of us. Actually come to think of it I dont know if it is big enough for her and anyone else at all! If only I had fucking known...
I am exhausted. If you managed to read all that rambling crap, I am sorry. I will try to be better. I dont know if anyone is reading this at all, except my one loyal follower *insert eye rolling here* but you were right again girl, I do feel better.
'Til next time...
First, I feel the need to explain where the fuck I have been for the last 3 months. I am still not sure, so if you find me, let me know where I was? In the end, I am back because my mate (and only follower coz she is the only person I am brave enough to let see all this shit) said to me the other day 'you were coping a lot better when you were writing'. And fuck I hope its true. Sometimes it scares me that my mental health is something I will never stop questioning, never recover from having had that label, deserving of it or not. The most fucked bit of this post is that as I hear it in my head I am aware of the rambling... just another sign that my brain is not coping in its 'normal' way. Whatever the fuck that is.
So, an update on family life. The kids are still driving me nuts, and are still the most beautiful and amazing creatures on the planet. Little by little I am becoming more aware of what resilient little buggers they are. The kids went back to school, had swimming lessons, both had time off with a cold, they got nits... twice, and I managed to survive the term with only 1 nervous breakdown in the kids classrooms. It appears that my darling son has decided that school work sux, is boring, and is clearly not worth his time or effort. And he told the Vice Principal so when he was sent there for 'insolence and refusal to cooperate in a learning situation'. Whatever the fuck that means.
Curly had surgery. Again. The big one this time. Transabdominal Disc Replacement. It sounds fucking scary saying it out loud, and I am still having trouble getting my head around the fact that to fix his back, they had to cut open his front. Which means he now has another spot on his body that hurts. He is still at home with us, and will be for at least another few months by the look of things. The doctors have had him on so many drugs that withdrawal was going to be a problem no matter what happened. But when we had to see a different doctor the other day who said, and I quote 'I have never seen anyone on that much narcotic. Not in 25 years of general practice', I realised exactly how much trouble we were in. Makes me fucking sick actually, because I made it clear to the doctors that I had concerns about the amount of drugs he was being prescribed. And while I know that you cant just leave someone in pain... surely there was another fucking option. But what the fuck would I know?
I honestly feel like life has not stopped. I guess I didnt mention it coz I bailed out of this blogging lark before it happened, but I have joined the kids school P&C. As the secretary. And what the fuck have I done there?? I encouraged this sheila from school that she should take the position of president. Well she has been blowin smoke up her own ass since I met her about what an awesome job she has done on P&C committees. Turns out she is about as useless as tits on a bull. And I encouraged her to do this. She does nothing. NOTHING! So far the rest of us have picked up the pieces and made this work, but now she is feeling the need to assert her authority 'as president' and I dont know if the committee is big enough for the both of us. Actually come to think of it I dont know if it is big enough for her and anyone else at all! If only I had fucking known...
I am exhausted. If you managed to read all that rambling crap, I am sorry. I will try to be better. I dont know if anyone is reading this at all, except my one loyal follower *insert eye rolling here* but you were right again girl, I do feel better.
'Til next time...
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Cyclone Yasi
The weather in this country is scaring the crap out of me. I personally dont know anyone in QLD but it is terrifying all the same. I dont pray often, but seriously, saying a little prayer for everyone to be safe tonight.
Monday, January 31, 2011
Email from a friend
I got this in an email from a friend today - what a great way to make memories on your wedding day. I am sure it is a wedding that will never be forgotten and is probably still talked about all the time.
http://www.parkwayreststop.com/archives/2937
And I was a little surprised at the end to realise I had tears in my eyes... Because whilst I am in a happy relationship, with a man whom I love beyond words, and whom I intend to spend the rest of my life with, I realise that we peobably will never marry. And that makes me just a little sad...
http://www.parkwayreststop.com/archives/2937
And I was a little surprised at the end to realise I had tears in my eyes... Because whilst I am in a happy relationship, with a man whom I love beyond words, and whom I intend to spend the rest of my life with, I realise that we peobably will never marry. And that makes me just a little sad...
Friday, January 28, 2011
Anxious much??
Well, its friday, and Hubby will be having surgery, pretty much right at this minute if they are running to schedule... I am sooo nervous for him and feeling a little sick that I am not there with him. I know he was nervous and there is just so much going on. The meeting to organise his fathers funeral is happening this afternoon, so whilst he is in surgery, hos brothers are making all the decisions - which I guess would be making him feel pretty helpless too.
I just hope this surgery gives us some answers and put us on a path that we might be able to do something about finally getting this all sorted. He has been in pain for far too long... fingers are crossed!
I just hope this surgery gives us some answers and put us on a path that we might be able to do something about finally getting this all sorted. He has been in pain for far too long... fingers are crossed!
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
2 days 'til surgery
and I am absolutely terrified for my DP. His father died last night, and combined with the funeral, well I dont know how much more he can handle. I am not strong enough to handle much for for him, I am trying really hard to hold it all together for him, and to keep everything here as normal and settled as I can, but it's impossible. I have no idea of what or how he is feeling and I wish that I could take away all the hurt he is going through.
I dont even know what to say here - but fate, kismet, destiny - whatever the hell you are out there, if you are listening, please ease up. Give him a break so he can at least deal with each thing properly, one at a time. Please.
I dont even know what to say here - but fate, kismet, destiny - whatever the hell you are out there, if you are listening, please ease up. Give him a break so he can at least deal with each thing properly, one at a time. Please.
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Outta my control!
Well. I have spent most of today in tears. I feel like everything in my little world is out of my control - and I dont like that feeling. The stuff going on with my hubby's father has stirred up a lot of issues for him. This was going to be difficult enough without dredging all this stuff up now, so on top of being utterly terrified of the surgery, he is now way out there dealing with abandonment, and guilt, and sadness. None of which are very positive emotions to be helping him along. I just need everything to go smootly, just for a little while. Please?
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Well its thursday!
Thursdays are a bit love/hate for me - thursday either means my hubby is coming home, or that he is flying out again. He was supposed to fly out again today, but yesterday afternoon we got word that his father is in hospital, and the doctors are saying he only has days to live.
Now, I dont want to sound heartless, but this man is nothing to me, or to my children for that matter. He has been no part of my hubby's life in the whole time I have known him, and hubby only remembers seeing him a few times when he was growing up. In fact, I have only met the man once, about 4 years ago when he was found passed out, so pissed that he had been unconscious in an alleyway for days. Now he is riddled with cancer and my poor hubby is stuck in a weird space, not knowing the man but feeling an obligation to this person who fathered him.
To be perfectly honest, what happens to this man means nothing to me right now, I am indifferent. Of course I dont wish him any suffering, but my greatest worry is how my hubby will cope with this. He has so much going on right now, with another surgery coming up, that seriously, there was no need for the extra emotional stress and strain.
Right now, I just hope that whatever it is that is bigger than us out there, will give us all strength to get through all of this. I really hope that my beautiful man can cope with all of this. Because he deserves for something to go right!
Now, I dont want to sound heartless, but this man is nothing to me, or to my children for that matter. He has been no part of my hubby's life in the whole time I have known him, and hubby only remembers seeing him a few times when he was growing up. In fact, I have only met the man once, about 4 years ago when he was found passed out, so pissed that he had been unconscious in an alleyway for days. Now he is riddled with cancer and my poor hubby is stuck in a weird space, not knowing the man but feeling an obligation to this person who fathered him.
To be perfectly honest, what happens to this man means nothing to me right now, I am indifferent. Of course I dont wish him any suffering, but my greatest worry is how my hubby will cope with this. He has so much going on right now, with another surgery coming up, that seriously, there was no need for the extra emotional stress and strain.
Right now, I just hope that whatever it is that is bigger than us out there, will give us all strength to get through all of this. I really hope that my beautiful man can cope with all of this. Because he deserves for something to go right!
Monday, January 17, 2011
Just one of those days...
You know, when you shouldnt have even got outta bed? I had a drs appt, the girls got a haircut and I had to do some grocery shopping. Then get it all unpacked, then dinner with the mother-in-law. Its been a long one, and I think I am gonna curl up in bed and crash.
Thanks f*ck tomorrow is another day!
Thanks f*ck tomorrow is another day!
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Love having my man home!
It's school holidays here so its all busy busy. I have my niece come and stay with us every holidays and here mum and dad came and stayed this weekend so, it has been non-stop! We went to the outdoor cinema on friday night and saw Diary of a Wimpy Kid, the kids loved it and had a ball. King's Park here in Perth sets the scene for a beautiful night out, although it was just a little chilly, after all the heat we have had!
Saturday was pretty cruisy and then today we headed out to the dam out near us for a BBQ but apparently so did everyone else, and among other little screw ups for the morning we could not get any parking, so turned around and came home again!
Now its back into the week, hoping to catch up with some friends and just have a relaxing week.
Fingers crossed the kidlets can behave and be good boy and girls!
'Til next time...
Saturday was pretty cruisy and then today we headed out to the dam out near us for a BBQ but apparently so did everyone else, and among other little screw ups for the morning we could not get any parking, so turned around and came home again!
Now its back into the week, hoping to catch up with some friends and just have a relaxing week.
Fingers crossed the kidlets can behave and be good boy and girls!
'Til next time...
Thursday, January 13, 2011
TFIT...
As in Thank F*ck Its Thursday.... That means my hubby comes home today. And I am so so so glad.
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