Monday, December 10, 2007
Saturday, December 8, 2007
Yesterday when I got to the assembly hall at my kids school, I was greeted by an acquaintance who says to me "oh A was going to ring to see how you were going but here you are! How are you?" I tell her I'm pretty good. She asks me did I have a D & C or something and I tell her no, that I'd had a hysterectomy. She gasped and told me I didn't look like I'd had a hysterectomy and asked if I was now popping little white pills.
I was a little gobsmacked. I dunno what pills she thinks I should be popping, but the only thing I'm taking these days is panadol occasionally.
And exactly what is a post hysterectomy woman supposed to look like anyhow??
Was I meant to grow horns? Was I meant to get a tattoo for my forehead announcing that I can no longer reproduce? Or was I meant to suddenly shrivel up like an old crone, start wearing old lady dresses and develop a cackle in my voice?
I'm stuffed if I know!
Perhaps it was just the fact that I was there at all. Another g/f did tell me that she thought I'd be in bed resting still and was quite surprised when I explained that I'm merely uncomfortable, but not in pain and am feeling quite well.
I never was very good at languishing around in bed. Hell. It's not like I did anything. I don't see what the difference is between sitting around at home or sitting in a hall. And I'd really like to know when taking things easy turned into not leaving the house?
Friday, December 7, 2007
Ended up getting there in the end, in the middle of a torrential downpour that left me dripping wet from head to toe, despite my umbrella, by the time I got to the hall door lol I will admit that I'm not quite ready to be driving myself around. Driving itself was fine, parking was a bitch.
Then when I get home some strange chick is ringing me on behalf of the skank whore ex sis in law, who is looking for mum to mind her kids while she goes down to the police station, yet again, over the scummy druggo b/f. As if I give a shit what "she really needs". I told the chick that mum was sick in bed and not to ring me on the skank's behalf again and that if the skank hadn't screwed my brother over and pissed everyone off then maybe she'd have some support when she "needs it".
Then I ring mum & dad to see if she's feeling any better and poor dad can't find mum let alone figure out whats going on, so when we compare notes we realise that my sister has dragged mum out of bed to go pick up her partner from XYZ (about an hours drive away on country roads) cos he's missed his lift. Meantime they may not get through cos of flooding from the rainfall in our area today. Dad is PISSED OFF that she would do this to mum when she's sick and he's sick of the skank ringing up wanting mum's help every time something goes wrong with her scummy b/f . He's going to do his nut when mum gets home........................
And it had been such a quiet peaceful couple of weeks............ lmao
At least the assembly was nice. CJ was beaming when she received her award. Each teacher gives 4 special end of year merit awards to students from their class. CJ's was for "being a friendly, well mannered member of the class. Applying herself to her work, producing excellent results" and for having an "outstanding approach to school this year."
TJ's class gave a presentation on the meaning of Christmas. It was lovely.
Thursday, December 6, 2007
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
Every week he is given a home sheet with activities on it for him to work through and a sheep for him to colour in and bring back the next week to be placed on a large poster in the church.
The first week's sheep was rainbow coloured.
The second week's sheep was black.
The third week's sheep was covered in cotton wool.
Then we get to the fourth week. By this time TJ is starting to look for new idea's for decorating his sheep............ so he shot it! I'm betting it was the first ever reconciliation sheep with a bullet hole in its side and blood everywhere.
God help the fifth and sixth sheep!
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
Speaking of stitching, that's what I've been doing today.
I'll be making cushions with the stitchery. I'm doing four small panels for each cushion. TJ decided that he wanted to help me "knit" (time to do some more vocab expansion) and is helping do the Rudolph panel. CJ wants to do the bell panel........ but also wants to make her own cushion to give to Granma so we'll see how far she gets.
Will post more pics as the project continues.
Monday, December 3, 2007
The bear belongs to CJ - his name is apparently Christmas boy. The reindeer belongs to TJ - I've already had to sew his nose back on and he is currently awaiting washing as he is covered in soot. Must have been checking out some chimneys.
I can see a much bigger notepad..............
Oh and look! I have the rest of the day to fill it up while they are all at school and work and shit.
But first................... what did I have on the list for me................ is it time for a nap yet?
Sunday, December 2, 2007
I can't find my camera right at the moment to take pictures of what I've been making today, but I have this pic of an earring and necklace set I made for one of CJ's friends last weekend.
Will post some more piccies of my creations tomorrow after I make my damn weaner kids find my camera!
Saturday, December 1, 2007
When I could no longer bear the wait, I rang him. And just in time too. He was looking at a $50 toaster. Who on earth pays $50 for a toaster when you can get one for $12 from Coles? Apparently my hubby.
So having nipped that in the bud, I told him to find the damn microwaves and describe them to me. He started with a smallish 17L one at $99 and went up the row. We ended up settling on a 25L Sanyo stainless steel microwave for $149 (reduced from $160 thanks to hubby's eagle eye and a price tag mix up), a $12 toaster from Cole's and THANKFULLY when it arrived home the microwave was as user friendly as my old one. Mummy is quite pleased.
The kids immediately bustled into the kitchen to make toast and heat up a freezer meal for lunch! lol
I will never let him leave me at home again to go buy appliances. It was just far too stressful! I don't care if my guts are hanging out on the floor and I have to drag myself across the asphalt by my fingernails to follow him, I AM NOT BEING LEFT AT HOME AT APPLIANCE BUYING TIME AGAIN!
Thank God for mobile phones!!
Yes. I have allowed him out to forage for groceries and fetch a replacement appliance without supervision!
I'm scared as hell!
I'm seriously hoping he brings back something in the "doesn't-require-a-degree-in-rocket-science-to-use" type range.
Don't get me wrong. My hubby is not a complete imbecile. He just doesn't think the same way I do. He'll be fine with the groceries (for the most part), but the appliance? He probably will be thinking more about brand, size and how they look instead of brand, size and ease of use.
Take this morning, for instance............. he tried to ring his sister. Her mobile phone was disconnected. He tried her home phone. It too was disconnected. So then he decides that "something" must be very wrong.
Me, I just presume that their ongoing saga with Telstra has led to them not paying their bill and switching over services, something she would tell him when she next popped round for coffee.
Do you see what I mean by thinking differently?
So you can imagine my terror at the idea of him choosing my appliances for me then?
Friday, November 30, 2007
But I was in hospital for a few days!
Or was madly trying to be organised for being hospital.
Or burning down my house!
I did manage 30 posts for the month though so I feel like that was a reasonable effort towards the goal.
Now. The trick is to keep it low through this quarter when we are using the air con. Sigh.
But still $350!!!
Without alarms or bells or lights going off at all hours of the night.
Without nurses poking at me or injecting me in the middle of the night.
Or having full blown conversations with me then expecting me to pop right back to sleep.
I'm going really well. I have not lifted a finger, had a g/f visit for lunch and have caught up on some reading and web surfing from the comfort of my bed and numerous plump pillows.
I've been quite surprised that I am not in more pain. I have only been needing a bit of panadol the past two days for my uncomfortableness. And that's all it is. A feeling of being uncomfortable. I must be really lucky on this occasion methinks.
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Monday, November 26, 2007
One of the them the day before my op made comment about them ripping my guts out on the slab. That was Anja - always helping me keep things real! lol (ok ok the ripping the guts out bit was mine, but the slab bit was all hers!)
And here is Nikki's ode to my uterus -
U is for unique which is what you are
T is for terrific, I admire you from afar
E is for excellent, our friendship I can't compare
R is for rambunctious, you handle life with flair
U is for understanding, your compassion knows no end
S is for super, I am glad you are my friend
Oh OK, its an ode to me. But it made me giggle and Nikki is a doll.
ooooooo and we mustn't forget the final countdown song that was our email loop theme song for last weekend.
Now if they would just send me chocolate..........................
(see my lovies - now you girls are stars in bloggity ville lol)
Sunday, November 25, 2007
As in erected.
In our living room.
Did I mention that I'm talking about the Christmas tree?
TJ loves the tree. This one is quite piddly compared to what we've had in years past, but it will do for this year. We'll get a nice sumptuous one after chrissy when Target discounts them all. lol
TJ has also put together a little 60cm tree that I picked up for $5 after last Christmas. It came complete with lights, tinsel and decorations. It will go on the dining table when we finish cleaning the kitchen/dining room.
If we ever finish cleaning the kitchen/dining room. Sigh.
Saturday, November 24, 2007
So today on top of feeling stupid, I also feel guilty. I haven't been able to help cleaning the kitchen up. Every time I stepped foot near it I started coughing. Asthma type coughing. Argh.
I only usually get asthma if I have a bad cold and it goes to my chest. Since I quit smoking a few years back, I only get it a couple of times a year if I'm unlucky, but I had asthma last night after the lungful of crap I inhaled trying to put out the fire. I've never had an asthma attack on the fireground. But then bushfire smoke doesn't contain fumes from chemicals/plastics etc either
Consequently my poor hubby, who has had 3 out of state trips this week and is leaving for another one tomorrow morning, has had to spend the entire day cleaning the kitchen for me. Every wall, every surface, every cupboard has smoke/soot/fire extinguisher powder on or in it.
He hasn't made it up to the ceiling yet and part of the upper walls (our ceiling is 11ft high in places) but when I peeked in for a look a little while ago, he'd cleaned up enough that I was OK. I guess the kids and I will clean out some more of the cupboards tomorrow.
Maybe then I won't feel so damn useless, after I've done something.
Friday, November 23, 2007
I dyed my hair this morning. Then had a shower to rinse it out. Hopped out of the shower and had to wander in the living room to find some clothes, then wandered out to the kitchen thinking a hash brown would hit the spot. I turned on the stove element, put the saucepan with some oil in it on the element, popped a hash brown in and wandered back into the bedroom to get dressed. I got distracted by a phone call. I then found myself sitting for a minute and feeling this wave of tiredness wash over me. Next thing I know the smoke alarm is going off and my kitchen is on fire!
I grab the fire extinguisher and the damn thing jammed so I've grabbed the phone and called 000. Meantime the flames are half way up the frickin wall! I then attempted to smother the flames and remove the saucepan from the heat, but was too late. I ran out of the room when I heard a hissing sound coming from an aerosol can on a shelf above the microwave near the stove. A minute or two later it exploded, punching a whole in the dining room wall and shooting flames everywhere. Sounded and looked quite scary. I've dealt with much bigger fires n the bush, but it's a little different having one in your own kitchen, then having something explode and watching flames shooting out into your laundry.
I ended up with 6 police officers in 3 different cars, 2 fire trucks an ambulance and country energy out the front of the house. The neighbours will have a field day gossiping about this!
There isn't any structural damage, but boy is it a MESS! There would have been no damage, apart from smoke damage, except for the saucepan and stovetop if the can hadn't exploded. And you never know just how many cobwebs you have until they are covered in soot. My whole kitchen/dining is covered in white dry chemical powder. My half burnt microwave and a packet of half burnt napkins are sitting on the front lawn. The burnt saucepan, kitchen scales, recipe books etc are sitting on the back lawn.
I called a g/f to pick me up so I could go somewhere to calm down and make some phonecalls. So we ducked past the school and picked up the kids. CJ hops in the car and says to me "geez you look like you're having a bad hair day mum". I say "honey you have NO idea". My g/f's daughter sniggers from the backseat. Then TJ tells me that they heard sirens during assembly and wonders out loud where they were going. I tells him very calmly "oh they were just going to our house". We spent the rest of the afternoon at my g/f's home with her hubby telling TJ that "my wife is a better cook than your mum cos she hasn't burnt the house down..... yet".
Poor CJ was devastated when we got home and discovered that a painting she had made for me was burnt and the hand decorated glass she was given at her auntie's wedding had been broken when the firemen opened the windows to ventilate the house.
TJ is most concerned that we have two less options for cooking food now that the stove and microwave are fubar. He was most relieved when I reminded him that we still have the electric frying pan and the BBQ. He was also very concerned that our food might have got damaged, but then he remembered that the pantry is on the other side of the kitchen well away from the fire. Boys. Always thinking with their stomachs!
Hubby was just concerned that I saved the kettle. He let out a yowl of protest when I informed him that his cappacino's were ash and the moccona was stuffed. So nice that his priorities are straight.
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
I have only myself to blame. Yesterday, I had been skiting to my g/f's how I was going to ask for a triple dose of Johnny and Orlando for Christmas. Then while we were driving past the video store on our way to get pizza, I commented to my kids that Pirates 3 was out on DVD this week. The kids of course went "COOL! We'll have to get that". I stupidly tells them that I'm going to ask Santa for it for Christmas cos I've been a good girl.
That got them thinking.
So today CJ's list stands at
* Pixel chick babysitter ("but I'll have to hide it from my friends")
* Mr Bean's Holiday DVD
* a Ping Pong Table
* a Pool for the backyard (and not a wading pool either!)
* a Basketball Hoop
And they still have over a month to add to their already rapidly expanding lists.
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
H's parents are out of town this w/e so asked me if H could stay with us for the w/e so she could go to the party. This was organised over 2 weeks ago.
Yesterday CJ came home telling me about another invitation that she was meant to be getting today for a second party that is a sleepover party on Saturday. H isn't invited to the second party.
We've told her that she cannot break the existing plan so that she can go to both parties leaving H unable to go to the first one. We told her that it wouldn't be fair to H and that friends did not dump each other if they had a better offer on short notice leaving one in the lurch.
She is NOT happy.
I told her life isn't fair. lol ooooo I'm a mean mummy!
That was this morning.
This afternoon I got meaner.
She came home from school in a FOUL mood having received said second invitation and having spent the day being harassed by her other friends telling her to make H do something else.
This made me quite cranky. I told CJ after half an hour of grumbling, snapping and dirty looks in the supermarket that if her friends were that selfish, then they were not the kind of girls I wanted her hanging around with. After more grumbling and dirty looks I then told her that if she wanted to be cranky at me because HER FRIENDS were selfish and disorganised with not getting invitations out on decent notice, that I could and would cancel her acceptance to the first party and she could stay home for the weekend.
She was all sweetness and light after a mere 5 minutes.
I have done a double grocery shop today so that poor old hubby doesn't have to worry about much else other than perishables next week.
Swimming pool entries have been paid in advance so mum doesn't have to worry about sending change with the kids to school next week.
Hubby FINALLY got my Christmas boxes out so I can start seeing what I've got and start decorating.
Its all systems go really.
Oh, I've tried to invite a few people to my "farewell uterus piss up" on Saturday night, but they seem to think I'm joking............. Might change their minds when I ring them at 7pm on Sat night and slur "WHERE ARE YOU?" lol
Monday, November 19, 2007
Thursday, November 15, 2007
CJ had to be at school this morning at 6:30 to leave on an excursion to Canberra. When I found out hubby was going to be home this morning I did a little happy dance as I was not going to have to drag my sorry arse out of bed at some God forsaken hour of the morning.
Yeah I know it's only an hour and a half earlier that I would have had to get up. BUT I FIND 7:30 HARD!
Damn hubby forgot didn't he. Damn hubby organised to start work at 6 am this morning didn't he. So I had to get up at 6 am didn't I. He refuses to believe that I told him she had to be there at 6:30. I recounted the whole conversation with him, even told him when we had the discussion. Nope. No memory of it whatsoever.
But........... I refused to get up at 5:30 to take him to work. He had to walk. In the dark. HA!
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
All those little showers of rain we had last month led to hay being baled damp and now its all igniting and going up in smoke! As if the poor farmers don't already have enough problems with the drought.
The poor bloke who's place we were called to today had already had one shed go up last Friday. The shed that went up today is next to his wheat field so we are keeping a careful eye on it so that he doesn't also lose his crop.
At least we haven't had anything light up in a national park yet from lightning strikes!
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Included in the goodies were two coke 6 packs. One pack regular, one pack diet.
We had a gaggle of kids around on Sunday so let them have some of the cans. TJ was allowed ONE can of diet coke. I think he snuck more than that.
How do I know he snuck more than he was allowed? COS THE DAMN KID IS BOUNCING OFF MY WALLS!
He was squirming so much though his piano lesson that I was waiting for him to fall off the stool. Five minutes in the car this morning on the way to school made my head want to explode. And shopping this afternoon............... I shoulda taken a leash to attach to his shorts and binded his hands!
And now I'm going to have to detox him at the worst time of the year for doing so.
*longer more dramatic sighs*
Should never have allowed even a little coke. Stupid, Stupid STOOOOPID mummy!
*gets out the elimination diet list*
Monday, November 12, 2007
- Monday - Bacon and Eggs
- Tuesday - Chicken Schnitzel Burgers
- Wednesday - BBQ'd sausages and vege's (zuchinni, carrot, new potatoes)
- Thursday - Chicken Salad
- Friday - Rissoles, vege's and potatoe wedges
- Saturday - Steak with pasta and vege's
- Sunday - BBQ with salad
Find more menu ideas at Laura's
Sunday, November 11, 2007
So they stole some water bombs, filled them up and hid behind the water tank to ambush the little girls................ well I think you can imagine the resulting screaming that happened.......... but did it stop there?
Having run out of water bombs they then went and found buckets to give the girls a proper soaking! Then the girls did something really really silly............ the got on the trampoline. We have a 3 metre round trampoline with a safety net on it. They were sitting ducks for what was to come................... 4 buckets and the hose! They screamed so loud they scared the dog!!
Good thing CJ has lots of cl0thes - those girls were SATURATED!! And the big kids? Barely a splash on them. LOL
(disclaimer - only undrinkable tank water was used in the arming of soldiers in this battle skirmish)
Saturday, November 10, 2007
My hubby is a hit and miss gift giver. Sometimes he gets it right, sometimes he's WAYYYYYYYY off base. he's usually not to bad with practical stuff (like a new electric frying pan) but is hopeless at luxuries (like perfume) My hubby and I know each other quite well, but we have different interests. For example, I'm a reader, he's not. So he could tell you that I read a lot, but probably not what I read. Or when it comes to candles, soap or perfume he could tell you that I'm sensitive to some scents, but can never quite remember which ones. They aren't the kind of details he naturally pays attention to - it's not part of his makeup.
Now it has become obvious to me, after many years off banging my head against the brick wall in frustration, that he and I think differently. I cannot reasonably expect him to "figure out" what would make me smile or we both end up frustrated and disappointed. Me, because I was too stubborn to admit that it was OK that he needs some help and him because he'd gotten it wrong again. So now I make him a list of things that I would like.
A few years ago I started writing my hubby a list. I know some people will say "but if I have to tell him its not a surprise". Well no, but you won't be disappointed either. And it gives them options.
One year, I actually handed him $200, a list and said "go fetch" as I pushed him out the door. He went to the local department store and was laughed at by one of the sales attendants for being so pathetic. BUT. I wrote that list thinking that he'd get 2 or 3 things off it and that I'd still get a surprise as I wouldn't know which things they were.
I got a surprise all right. With some careful choices he managed to stretch the money to get every damn thing on the list!! Including a gorgeous watch that was EXACTLY what I would have picked for myself. Was the best Christmas or Birthday I've ever had!! And he felt GREAT because he knew I was going to like or wanted everything he got.
Now............ where did I put that Regency Jeweller's catalogue........ I might include some pictures with my list this year........... LOL!
Friday, November 9, 2007
I had forgotten about our floors.
See, this house seems like it was put together rather quickly without much thought. The floors all run toward the middle of the slab. So instead of water puddling around the front of the freezer as it defrosted, it dripped onto the floor, ran behind the fridge, under the wall and out into the middle of my living room!
If I have a flood in the laundry I end up with water all over the toilet floor as well that then runs through to the hallway. And there is no floor drainage in any wet area.
So tomorrow we get to clean the carpet to get rid of the water stain. And I thought I was simply defrosting my freezer!
My ex mum in law rang tonight to see if there was anything I would like taken up to my daughter. They are going up for a visit next week. Lovely, lovely lady. My ex father in law - lovely lovely fella. It's been 13 years since the split, yet they still buy me Christmas presents, have all my children call them grandma and grandpa and are in regular contact. Can't even begin to imagine how they spawned the demon child they call son, but they did. .
The last time I talked to Satan incarnate things were OK. They are never "good", not even "fine". "OK" is the best it ever gets with him. Apparently I was mistaken. The schizoid prick is on his control freak kick again and I am on the outer. We have an agreement, because of past issues, that my daughter and husband don't speak to each other. Apparently I somehow have proven that I am untrustworthy by letting my husband answer HIS OWN PHONE IN HIS OWN HOME on a WEEKDAY DURING SCHOOL HOURS when my daughter is meant to be at school. Mind you it wasn't my daughter who rang. It was the sanity challenged one wanting a favour. But I broke the agreement. Go figure. Oh that's right. I'M NOT A NUTCASE! NO WONDER IT DOESN'T MAKE SENSE TO ME!!
So now the paranoid arse bandit won't sign off our new custody/access agreement that he's been stuffing me around with for the past 4 months. He's also fighting with his parents who dared to tell him he wasn't being fair. They don't know if they are even going to get to see her when they go up but they are going to try.
My chances of getting to see my girl over the Christmas hol's are getting slim. I haven't seen her since January. And he wonders why I resent him.
I want to see my baby.
Time to see if I have any rabbits left in my hat.
I hope the manipulative, lunatic scumbag zealot gets hit by a meteor.
A freakin' big one.
Would serve him right.
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
Without being asked to!!!
This is HUGE!!
She likes to get letters. She likes to get parcels. She likes to get emails. But she isn't very good at reciprocating in kind. I may get one email for every ten I send her for example.
It was quite interesting too. She needs her little sister's advice on making friends.
My girl's don't only look different. One has straight blonde hair, the other curly dark hair. They are as different as chalk and cheese in everything they think and do. Lou is a bit of a loner who would love to be everyone's friend, but has great difficulty in making or being a friend. CJ is a social queen. She has always been accepted by any and all, and just knows how to make other people feel at ease. Unfortunately what is natural instinct for CJ goes against natural instinct for Lou.
I hate seeing my girl so unsure of herself. We always knew that her teenage years would be difficult because of her lack of social skills and her inability to read people. She's just at the start of it though and its already as hard as I imagined. I can only pray it doesn't get worse.
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
Anyhow, she tells me that my cousin who was meant to be moving from Dubbo to Brisbane, because her husband was offered a job up there a few months ago, is no longer moving. She said, with some surprise, that despite W being a truck driver and used to being away so much that he is really quite a home body and missed his family so much that he couldn't wait for them to move up to Brissie to join him so quit and went home to them.
I dunno why she was surprised. Made perfect sense to me. My hubby drives for a living too. On any given day he could be in Melbourne, Brisbane, Sydney, Adelaide, Tamworth, Dubbo, Mildura, Canberra, Coff's Harbour or anywhere in between. He's is usually only away 4 nights a week, though it varies.
Thing is, when he's home, he's home. It can be hard to get him out of the house, so we don't go out much, or go away much. And when he's home he likes us to be home too so we mainly hang around the house doing........ I dunno, just stuff. Just normal, average, everyday stuff. The kids and I do most of our socialising etc through the week.
Some people are surprised by how close hubby and I are. They think because he's away so much that we mustn't have much time for each other or to talk. But we do talk. All the time. I call him every night before I go to bed. We catch up on whats happened through the day and discuss any decisions that need to be made, and just anything else that comes to mind. He always calls me through the day to see how my day is and to let me know when he's back on the road and when he'll be home. He actually gets upset with me if I don't call him to say goodnight. I get upset with him if he doesn't kiss me goodnight every night that he's home.
I think, no I know, that we talk more than a lot of other married couples we know and more often that not we even know whats going on in the other one's head. That can be interesting. lol It also means that we don't usually have hours or days to dance around issues trying to figure out what the other one is thinking or wanting or needing or ticked about and ending up in a big fight in the meantime. We just have to spit it out or suck it up.
I know a lot of couples couldn't live with the added pressure of one partner being absent half the week or more. And I won't sugar coat it. It's not easy. My cousin calls it being a part time widow. And it's what you are. Part time wife, part time single parent and always having to balance the two. I have to be able to cope on my own when he's not home, but also remember to make sure to step back and let him be the husband and father when he's here and we've had to learn to make our time as a family count. But it works for us and I guess that's all that matters.
Monday, November 5, 2007
Monday - Sausage Sizzle
Tuesday - FIsh and Chips
Baking - Cinamon Tea Cake
Wednesday - Steak with Carbonara and salad
Thursday - Shepard's Pie
Baking - Pikelets
Friday - Grilled chicken pieces with Sweet potato salad.
Saturday - BBQ at mums - taking meat and beetroot lol
Baking - Chocolate Cake, Date Loaf
Sunday - Home made Hamburgers and oven baked spicy potato wedges
Woohooo - I'm done!! And not last minuted either! lol
Find more menu ideas at Laura's
Sunday, November 4, 2007
It's a great game you see.
He stalks me. Silently. Stealthily.
Until he is standing somewhere close to me
He then waits for me to notice him at which time I usually scream and have heart palpitations!!
Or if I'm sitting on the bed reading or talking with my *net friends*, he will silently crawl in the door then around the foot of the bed until he can pop up dramatically behind me.
And this is a highly amusing sport to him.
To me? Not so much. Actually not at all. If I wanted to die from fright I would try skydiving or base jumping or swimming with sharks. I am sick to death of having the bejeezus scared out of me on a regular basis. A girl can only take so much fright in her life.
But does it end with a scream?
He then laughs at me and expects me to act affectionately towards him. Probably thinks he deserves a rewarding pat for his sneaky prowess.
Last thing I want to do after having him make me scream is kiss the daft man. Truth be told I want to throttle him. Repeatedly.
I should hide his teeth
Saturday, November 3, 2007
Sigh. I really don't give a crap what the cops are up to tonight! The scanner is useful when we have crews at a fire or other incident so that we can hear whats happening but I hate it when he adds the cop's channels into it. It NEVER SHUTS UP! Its worse than a 3 year old! And I'm not that bigga sticky beak that I need to know all the criminal activities of everyone in town.
I call it "the squawk box". Hubby is HIGHLY offended by that name for his precious toy! I know!! I'll make it a Squawk Box label for it to stick on it while he's away next week. Heehee. That'll get him going!
Friday, November 2, 2007
I give up. I've printed everything out and will go over it tomorrow to figure out where I have stuffed up.
BUT. At least I now have the bones of what I was trying to do. My figures mightn't quite add up yet, but my forms are created and will work once my brain finishes with its frozen moment!
I do finally feel like I'm getting somewhere with setting up the new records system though. Now if I could just wave a magic wand and have someone archive the old brigade records for me I'd be a happy chicky!
Thursday, November 1, 2007
"Yes but all cats are lazy." I can hear you saying.
But are all cats so lazy that when being tormented and place into awkward poses all they can do in response is mouth a soundless meow? Or how about knowing that you are in the car and not jumping off it even after you start driving out the driveway lazy?
That's how lazy he was today.
Must have been the rabbit.
Now we normally have our cats inside by the kids bedtime, but last night with sick kids I didn't go looking for them till later. Meantime Coal (hubby's cat) had caught a rabbit. A wild grey one. Not someones pet. You can usually count anywhere from 6 to 20 of the things in our street at night. Sox (my cat) waited until Coal was off guard then stole it from her. Hubby and I were not chasing them chasing each other with the dead rabbit at 11 o'clock at night so went to bed and left them to it. Must have been a very merry chase indeed for him to be this tired today! LOL
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
On Monday night she refused to sign yet another credit card application so that he would have money to go overseas to meet his Philippino mail order bride. (Not that he'd ever admit that's what she is, but we've SEEN the emails!) He went apeshit. Smashed up the kitchen, threw glasses at her and W and threatened to kill her.
The cops were called and he took off. An AVO has been taken out and the police made him cancel his travel plans. He was meant to be flying out in a fortnights time you see. So, no money, no nookey, trouble with the cops and more tantrums.
All of this culminated yesterday with W (eldest son) organising alternative housing and D (youngest son) organising manpower and trucks to move them with. They were unpacked in the new house by tea time last night leaving him with only a bed, a fridge, one telly and kitchen gear for one.
So he gets home late yesterday afternoon, finds the house cleaned out and rings her to say "I'm sorry, I don't want you to leave, I didn't mean for any of this to happen, I just wanted the children gone" He wants her to kick out her two children who are at home and not have any contact with the 3 that aren't. Fair enough to kick the two out of home on the surface, they are adults after all....... but this isn't about them sponging, this is about him being terrified that one of the no longer intimidated by him children will start to influence her away from under his control.
This may be it. I'm hoping this is it. I'm praying this is it. But at the same time I have to advise hubby and his siblings to be cautious too. They are desperate for their mother to get away from their stepfather/father, but are looking at this only through the eyes of the child of a battered woman. They don't understand why she stayed so long. They don't understand why she was so desperate to hang onto her house. They don't understand that after having her identity slowly but surely stripped from her that house is the only solid thing left that defines her. They don't understand that she has been manipulated by this man for nearly 30 years and is still vulnerable to him. They don't understand that battered women often go back and sometimes need a few trial runs before they actually go and stay gone. They don't understand that they can't make decisions for her right now, no matter how screwed up her thinking because until she owns the final decision to leave that it will never really be over.
I wouldn't wish what I went through with my ex on my worst enemy, but ........... how do I put this?......... if some good is to come from the hell I went through, I'm glad it is this, that I can support my husband through this and hopefully help him and his siblings understand a little of what their mother is going through.
I also had to go to the doctor's to get some scripts refilled today. Turned out it was quite lucky cos I had CJ up till 4 this morning with a fever, headache and sore throat. Gave me a bit of a fright. She hasn't been that sick since she was a tot. The doc confirmed my guess, just a virus, not much to be done except paracetamol and rest. We had just made it out of the chemist from replenishing our supplies when TJ got flushed and grumpy. He was home from school too as he had a headache last night and I thought a day at home might help him kick whatever was making him off. Looks like he's got the same bug.
So......... we made one last pit stop at Woolies for lemonade and a new dvd, and the kids are now both settled in the living room watching 'The Rise Of The Silver Surfer'.
I'm hoping that they might have a nap. I could sure use one!
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Needless to say hubby was less than impressed. I told him that he'd obviously forgotten the 15 minute rule - if you are out of bed for more than 15 minutes you are up and forfeit all bed rights.
So he starts mucking around walking in and out of the bedroom growling at the bednapper daughter. At one stage he comes running in the with insect spray yelling about a cockroach being in the bed. I tell him its a pink cockroach in its dressing gown. She informs me that she's a breast cancer cockroach!
He give up after that! LMAO
Monday, October 29, 2007
I explained to him that he had to simply crack two eggs into the frying pan, then keep stirring them while they cooked. He asked if he then had to put them in a bowl to "smoosh them up" . I explained that no, the stirring while cooking would do that for him. So off he goes to cook his eggs under his sisters supervision.
Except that he wouldn't let her supervise! So every couple of minutes he was in and out of my bedroom (still stuck) asking me were his eggs cooked enough yet. Mind you he was bringing the frying pan, the egg flip and the egg rings with him every trip. Not sure why we needed the egg rings, but they make great bracelets!
Hubby has not long gotten home and asked me about the mess in the frying pan. Quite frankly, I told him, I'm surprised there isn't egg from one end of the house to the other!
No I can do this. I. Can. Do. My. Menu. Plan.
Monday - Eggs on Toast
Tuesday - Hawaiian Pizza!
Baking - pikelets
Wednesday - Shepard's Pie and Salad
Thursday - Steak & sweet potato salad
Baking - Cinamon Tea Cake
Friday - Fish and Chips
Saturday - Snags and Mash with veges
Baking - Chocolate Slice
Sunday - Rissoles, potato wedges and veges
Cinamon Tea Cake
60g Butter or Margarine
1 Teaspoon of Vanilla Essence
1/2 Cup Castor Sugar
1 Cup of Self Raising Flour
1/3 cup of Milk
1 teaspoon melted butter
Cinamon Sugar to taste
Soften butter/margarine and beat into castor sugar. Add vanilla essence and egg and beat well. Alternate adding portions of milk and flour, beat until smooth. Pour into small round cake tin or loaf tin and bake in moderate oven for 25 - 30 minutes.
After turning out from tin, brush melted butter across top of cake and sprinkle with cinamon sugar. Let cool and enjoy!
Head over to Laura's for more menu planning inspiration!
Saturday, October 27, 2007
They have stuffed themselves on chips, lollies, sponge cake with jam & cream filling, pikelets, more lollies, hotdogs and hot chips. TJ long ago hit overload as was convinced to go to bed before he had a meltdown. Hubby has been intermittently turning the back lights off and scaring the beejezus out of the girls for his own amusement.
I decided that while I couldn't exactly do much being stuck in bed that I would make each one a pair of earrings as a take home treat. Of course two of them had to pick out their own designs which has taken the better part of an hour lol These are some of the earrings I made for the girls.
Oh and I heard the most interesting version of "These Boots are made For Walking" the girls were singing it as "these boobs were made for bouncin' and that's just what they'll do, one of these days these boobs are going to bounce all over you" It was pretty much at that point that I decided that perhaps being stuck in bed for the duration of the party wasn't such a bad thing after all!
Friday, October 26, 2007
I must admit though to freakin myself out a little last night. I was sitting here thinking "well its CJ's b/day so its only 8 weeks till Christmas" then I thought "oh shit! I'm getting operated on in 4 weeks so need to be ready WAYYYYYY early"
I've taken stock today and its not as bad as I first thought.
All of hubby's and the kids gifts are either ordered through Chrisco/Castle or on layby. I only have one niece, one nephew and parents left to acquire gifts for. One set of grandparents disapprove of us spending money on them and the kids are capable (with minimum supervision) of making chocolates and I can give CJ a small embroidered banner to make without much difficulty. The two sets of grandparents on hubby's side only ever get photo's from us so I just have to pick some and get nice prints made up. My parents........ well......... I'll think of something I"m sure! lol A voucher from the local second hand book shop for my dad and something crafty for mum. As long as I've figured out what I'm making before my op, I'll be able to get it done while I"m resting up after.
The tree we usually put up the first weekend in December. Given that my op is a few days before we'll just put it up a week early. I'm also going to drag out my boxes of stuff so I can figure out where I want things to go. I figure that sitting in bed giving orders to others about where I want things still counts as resting! lol
I just need to make a plan so that all the big jobs are taken care of before my op or by someone else. As long as I get some kind of plan together I think it should all be pretty smoothly.
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Well that's the birthday sone they sing at school.
I had to laugh, CJ came complaining that some of the boys in her class were cranky at her for not bringing in birthday cake to share.... I would've thought they'd be getting a bit past that by their age! lol 10 & 11 year old boys are funny creatures
Part of her present was a Pandora's Charm Bracelet. She REALLY likes it. I'm so pleased! Now if I can just con DHubby (non affectionate form today) into buying one for me for Christmas I'll be a happy chicky!
We had a pretty good afternoon despite my being sore and laid up again. Mud cake makes everything better. I'm managing to move a little today, so we aren't postponing her party. We will be doing easy party food like party pies, sausage rolls, cocktail frankfurts etc though to keep it simple and easy. She is having 4 friends for a sleepover in a tent in the backyard. I figure if they are outside there is less chance of my hearing them giggling all night! lol
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Monday - Spag Bol
Tuesday - Snags and homemade chips
Wednesday - Roast Chook and vege
Thursday - Snags and something or other
Friday - Rissoles and Vege
Saturday - Party food
Sunday - More Rissoles and vege
Dunno what I did to myself the other day, but I'm back in bed again. Sigh. AND to add insult to injury my shirt slipped up giving me too much heat from the hot water bottle so now I have blisters as well.
Last night about midnight, I was hoping to be able to get myself a glass of freakin' water and ended up stuck in the kitchen, not able to get back to bed, so had to call out to CJ to come help me. Poor girl must've been keeping an ear out for me cos she was there in two seconds, helped me back to bed, reheated my hot pack, got me a glass of cold water, tucked me in and went back to bed. She had bags the size of tasmania under her eyes this morning, so stayed home from school and bummed around with me watching dvd's all day. This child is a legend! She absolutely rocks!
S0 this weeks menu is all stuff that the kids can cook themselves if need be. I just hope I'm back on my feet by sat for CJ's party, but if I'm not, we have a plan B to have it next w/e instead and she's not upset at the idea at all. God luv her!
Monday, October 22, 2007
So as a result I'm lounging around in bed today watching telly. Jenny McCarthy is on Oprah. She says that kids with autism can recover. Huh? thinks I. Recover she says. Just like someone in a bus crash recovers. She then goes on to explain that autism is a result of vaccination shots. Way to go Oprah! Way to convince millions of viewers that the parents of autistic children haven't bothered to rescue then and "bring them out" AND that vaccinations cause autism. I suppose the 'peace from the divine' during her son's cardiac arrest should have set off some warning bells. I don't know an awful lot about autism, but even I could see that this woman is a complete nutter.
She was talking about giving "hope" to parents of autistic children. All I saw was her giving the majority of them a slap in the face and opening the door for more crackpot theories
Sunday, October 21, 2007
Finally when I get him to explain why, it turns out that L was talking to him later in the day and was worried that she may have offended me by calling me the wrong name. The fella's thought this was a great joke. They started calling me "P" every time they talked to me after that. Then it became "P2" in honour of my status as the second secretary.
But I got the last laugh. They didn't think it was quite as funny when I started calling them all by the names of the old executive members!
Saturday, October 20, 2007
We've only had one training night since reforming last week and he's already come to that conclusion? I could understand him raising that kind of concern if after a month or so people weren't talking to him and he wasn't being included in brigade activities, but after just one week, one training night and one job in which he was asked to participate, he had decided that some of us are angry and grudgeful? Makes you wonder who's not giving whom a go.
It's a bit of a joke really. The fact is that most of us are quite beyond hurt or angry. The level of ridiculousness has left most just plain old tired. Tired of bullshit and crap. The real issue here is trust and that is something that may take quite some time to rebuild.
The phone call went something like this.........
the captain:- "Bettina?"
Me: - " Yes Brian?"
the captain:- "P. has resigned"
Me:- - "oh"
the captain:- "guess what?"
Me: - "what"
the captain:- "you're it"
Me: - "I am?"
the captain:- "yep congratulations"
Me: - "asshole"
the captain:- "bahahahaha"
She hadn't done much except for typing up last week's minutes and checking the PO Box. So, yesterday I had to sort out what the bank needed to open the new brigade account, collect signatures, find minutes, make a new letter head, write letters, close store accounts, open new store accounts, chase the other exec members for more signatures, order enough meat to feed God only knows how many people for 3 days, create new sign on sheets and try to find some contact details for members so we could organise crews. All this while being shit-stirred mercilessly by the fella's.
This morning I spent trying to figure out what office supplies I needed to set up the office how I would like it, and how I was going to file/sort paperwork etc, all without the benefit of being able to see what was in the filing cabinet as the keys had been lost. Three hours, much more shit-stirring and $400 later I have a fully stocked office, the kitchen supplies are replenished and there is enough food in the place to feed a small army. Only then did one of the guys finally break into the filing cabinet for me to discover that I didn't need 1/3 of the stationary I brought. Keys are very handy things. So are bolt cutters.
Its been quite a funny day actually - some executives from the old brigade were 1st class hoarders. We have been finding equipment, supplies and uniforms all over the place in padlocked lockers with no keys, hidden in cupboards, and shoved in boxes. I have a feeling that its going to take us quite a while to get an accurate picture of what exactly is in our station.
I think I'm on top of the secretary side of the job as of this evening, although mid afternoon if one more person had asked me just one more question I would have happily stuffed their head in the filing cabinet and set it alight. At that point I came home for a couple of hours to just sit in the cool quiet, enjoy the chatter of my children and clear my head.
Tomorrow we start to set up our financial record system. Fortunately I have a qualified book keeper on hand to help with that. By far the biggest job is going to be to sort and archive the 13 years worth of paperwork from the old brigade. We have been finding paperwork stashed all over the station too. It will be a bit-by-bit-over-quite-a-few-months job methinks.
But the thing that makes me smile, the thing that I'm really really proud of the past two days............... my washing is done, dry & folded, the dishwasher is packed and the sink is shiny!
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
It all started Monday night with the first official training night of our new brigade. Has me absolutely perplexed why some people jumped up and down wanting the night changed so they could be there....... it was the same usual suspects in attendance as always. lol
Had some errands to do yesterday and then today have spent the day at the station cleaning and clearing out the stuff from the old brigade. Then another meeting tonight to organise crew for the next few days.
The local Aero club is hosting a fly in this weekend. They are expecting 300 or so planes and 2000 or so people. We are providing fire protection for the event so need a crew on standby at all times as well as needing an extra person or two manning our station as it is the command centre in case of emergency during the event as well as providing the pilots with a place to shower etc during the weekend. So its all hands on deck till Monday when they all go home again. Hopefully some of us will get a flight for our efforts! lol
I was given a mission today. The mission, and I did choose to accept it, was to locate and acquire an adequate supply of toilet paper without actually paying for any! lol I did quite well. I raided the Fire Control Office and came back with 4 commercial size rolls of toilet paper, plus as an added bonus a bag full of RFS wristbands and yo-yo's. I wasn't quite sure how the yo-yo's would be used for wiping our butts, but told the FCO that we'd figure out something! Perhaps we can trade them......... go into the school and tell kids that we'll give them a yo-yo for every roll of dunny paper they steal from home and bring in to us! lmao
I'm quite enjoying myself right now. This is a part of the job that I really really enjoy and after having a break for a few months I'm finding myself quite eager to get back in the swing of things and quite thankful that I can.
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
I recovered from that quite well, but started having hormonal problems 6 months later. My cycle got so out of whack that I ended up anaemic and slept this winter away. My husband told me that I'd "gone whacko" and the kids used to hide from me during the worst of the mood swings. When my GP started me on hormones I also had acne the likes of which I had not ever had even during the peak of my adolescent zit production!
So, three months, may tests and quite a few iron tablets later, my gynecologist tells me I have a pseudo poly cystic ovary disorder which means in a nutshell that I'm not ovulating properly and its throwing everything out of whack, including my weight.
Basically I have two options a) a hormone implant that he doesn't feel confident of being able to place because of the awkward position of my uterus and scaring from the operation last year that I would need a general anaesthetic for anyway or b) a hysterectomy which will stop the hormones, control the anaemia, help me lose weight and take my risk of further cancers from "very high" to "practically zero".
Let me see......... I choose.......... tick tock tick tock......... b! So I have 6 weeks to say goodbye to my uterus. I'm thinking of throwing it a farewell party the weekend before my op.......... do you reckon that will count as decluttering body clutter? lol!
Monday, October 15, 2007
Monday - tonight we had eggs on toast
Baking - Date Loaf & Honey Rice Bubble Slice
Tuesday - BBQ Chicken, chips + Salad & hot bread rolls
Wednesday - Chicken Pasta Bake (Freezer Meal) + Cabbage & Sweet Potato
Baking - Tea Cake & Cheese Scones
Thursday - Sausages + Cheesy Potatoes & Peas, Corn
Friday - FFY (Fend For Yourself)
Baking - Chocolate Cake & Pikelets
Saturday - Lamb Cutlets + Potato Fritters and Salad
Sunday - Spaghetti Bolognaise
Thought I'd share one of our favourite slice recipes.
Honey Rice Bubble Slice
4 cups of Rice Bubbles
1 cup of Coconut
1 cup of unsalted Peanuts
120 grams Butter or Margarine
4 tblspns Honey
1cup Castor Sugar
Combine Rice Bubbles, Coconut and Peanuts in large mixing bowl.
Gently heat Margarine, Honey and Castor Sugar in a saucepan until melted. Bring to the boil and simmer for 5 minutes stirring occasionally (be careful if you don't stir it will bubble over). Poor over dry ingredients and mix through.
Press into slice tin and allow to cool and set. Cut slice and store in an airtight container.
Doesn't usually last long enough in our house to need refrigerating, but does keep well in the fridge.
For more menu plans and recipes visit Laura
Sunday, October 14, 2007
I am soooooooo very ready for school to go back tomorrow! lol
I love my kids. And I love spending time with them. And I love school holidays. I love the break in routine. I love not having to be anywhere. I love being able to make the day up as we go along.
But today, I am just ready for some "alone time" and tomorrow...... I shall have it!
Saturday, October 13, 2007
I call them sandpaper people because while they do rough us up a little with their backhanded compliments, poorly worded jokes or inappropriate comments, they also take off some of our rough edges. They teach us to be a little more tolerant, a little more patient and to be a little quicker to overlook careless words that previously would have caused us to explode or at the very least offended us and left us stewing in our own juices.
But I think the worst of it is that even when you do eventually blow up at them they always reason it away. "oh she's just stressed about blah blah and taking it out on me as usual". It's never something they did, they are just the convenient scapegoat for our mood swings. I guess its half true. I do tend to blow up at my sandpaper friend when something else in my life is going crappily, but that doesn't mean that she's not unintentionally insulting the rest of the time, just that I am better equipped to overlook it when everything else is going well.
I still have to wonder sometimes........... how long till she runs out of sand and is just plain old paper? And will that be before or after I try to choke some sense into her with my bare hands?
Friday, October 12, 2007
So well in fact that I have been known to wander into the living room to see what he's watching on the telly that has sirens on it or to turn our scanner up to sticky beak at whats happening around town only to find that it's actually TJ in his bedroom playing out a disaster of epic proportions on the road mat that covers most of his bedroom floor.
There have already been a few disasters this morning. I hope they take a break mid afternoon so I can have a short nap without dimly recognising the sound in my sleep then bolting awake waiting for my pager to go off! Don't laugh. It's happened before!
I keep wondering though............... will he be a fireman or a firetruck when he grows up?
Thursday, October 11, 2007
This time it's my own family's turn to exhibit their dysfunctionality.
Today my brother J picked an argument with my mother. When she drove off on him before he'd finished his rant, he decided to follow her home. Luckily that wasn't where she actually went, because he had a little tantrum and trashed the house. God only knows what he would have done had he been able to find her. He then took his rage for a drive around town and caused some havoc elsewhere as well.
My brother is a drug addict. At the moment he's using and at the mercy of his addiction. Most likely a combination of marijuana and amphetamines or possibly heroin. He's also mentally ill. So the drugs transform his normal quirky behaviour, quick temper and secretiveness into full blown conspiracy theories, rages and paranoia. The police were talking about having him scheduled (committed to a mental ward for evaluation) tomorrow if he isn't acting a bit more rationally in the morning. I hope they do. I hope he gets some help this time for his head space and not just his addiction.
The past few days he has eaten
* breakfast - full bowl of cereal
* 2nd breakfast - another full bowl of cereal
* Lunch - a sandwich
* 2nd lunch - another sandwich
* afternoon tea - hoards of bickies and fruit
* late afternoon tea - an apple if he can con one out of me
* dinner - whatever we are having plus seconds
* desert - iceblock or icecream
* supper - bowl of baked beans
He's either having a growth spurt or is actually a hobbit child in disguise!
My fear is this - if he eats like this during a growth spurt at age 8 how on earth will I every manage to keep enough food in the house when he's in his teens???
Perhaps I should change his name to Tomwise Gamgee!
Hubby and I are off the hook job wise. I'm quite thankful for that, but he's a bit ticked. Understandably so too. He's more qualified than two blokes who were put in for positions and had tried to stay neutral through the BS earlier this year. Unfortunately I was a prime target and him being my husband, I can understand why they didn't want to put him in. Not fair, but that's life.
Anyhow, I have my gear back, have my pager back, I have permission to upgrade my licence to drive the tankers and apparently hubby will be getting a station key at some stage so we are set to go for the coming fire season which looks like being a doozy!
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
My question however is this............. how many toddlers do they think sit up watching telly at that time of night? Wouldn't the advertising dollars be better spent in the morning during ....... hmmm lets see....... the shows the kids actually watch?
Methinks someone dropped the ball..............
Tuesday, October 9, 2007
Monday, October 8, 2007
Somehow I don't think that we'll be right to start the season next Thursday let alone host the Zone Championship Carnival the first weekend in December without some kind of mad scramble for funds and equipment over the next few weeks.
What a bit of rotten luck!!
Some nights I have had to send him back to the shower 3 or 4 times before he will finally hop in and actually wash himself. He would be quite happy to forgo showers altogether and pj's and just wear the same clothes all day, then sleep in them at night too for weeks on end I am sure.
Having already used the "if you don't start washing yourself I'll have to bath you like a baby" to no avail I am now unsure of what mother's barb to pull out of my arsenal next. Have no fear though, it will come to me. This is not Miss Lou that I am dealing with - I have so far always come out on top with the other two!
Well actually, I did a little more than just menu planning today. I started taking a full inventory of my pantry. I know that Flylady Leanne suggest we have a perpetual pantry list, but I don't think I'm up to being that organised yet. I did however like this idea for organising my pantry from MeckMom! I often buy things I already have because I didn't see it on my shelf or miss something that I needed again because I didn't see it or saw an empty packet and didn't realise I needed it. Not sure how I'm going to organise my inventory list yet, but I'll come up with something over the next few weeks I'm sure.
Anyhow the menu plan for this week is.........
Monday - Chicken Schnitzel with Sweet Potato & Salad
Tuesday - Takeaway
Wednesday - Shepard's Pie (freezer meal x4)
Thursday - Rissoles with Potato & Mixed Greens
Friday - Beer Battered Fish with Chips & Salad
Saturday - Sausages with Mash & Salad
Sunday - Roast Chicken with Roast Veges, Peas & Corn
The freezer meal is one that I can make extra of that will freeze nicely for hubby's meals while on the road through the week.
I also need to include on my shopping list for this week snacks for school for the kids & healthy snacks for me. I really should pick a day to do some baking. I'll have a think about it.
Sunday, October 7, 2007
I guess my message today, dear friends, is that teeth are for chewing not making sound effects with. You just never know. One day that advice could save your false teeth from a hammer.
So then his dvd wouldn't work. He fiddled with it for ten minutes and couldn't get it to play. lmao. So then he brings the dvd player back. I wait 15 minutes put the dvd on and it plays straight away!! lmao
Serves him right for pinching it on me!
Saturday, October 6, 2007
Thursday, October 4, 2007
I've really been craving the chocolate this week - not an uncommon occurrence for me at 'that time of the month'. I've actually eaten 3/4 of a block in the past 4 days which is quite a lot for me. A block can often last me a month or more (providing no one else finds it). Maybe not the healthiest form of self medication, but at least its better than cigarettes right? But damn it all, if it wasn't so choc full of chocolatey goodness that makes me feel better than I wouldn't crave it. So its the chocolates fault you see, not mine................
I woke up with a sore arm (dunno why) and a headache (my sinuses are gunked up again).
Then, I'd only been up for 20 minutes this morning when TJ broke the dvd/set top box. It wouldn't work cos he had it on telly not dvd so he then pressed every button multiple times and seems to have fried it! It was only 6 weeks old!!
Hubby is in Ballarat so can't fix it for me!
The forecast for a cooler day must be off - its already 3 degrees warmer than yesterday. (but at least the damn wind has dropped)
The electrician showed up unannounced while I was in the shower to look at the air con unit which is stuffed only to then hop in his ute and take off without saying a word, so I have no idea whats wrong with it, when he'll be back or when it might be fixed.
Then on top of that my periods (not going to stuff around with phrases like "a friend" - tis no friend of mine!) arrived with a vengance this morning and I feel like crap. I'm just hoping the mood swings don't kick in full force or I really might just kill someone by the end of the day. Which reminds me that I'd better go put that gyno appointment I made 8 weeks ago on the calender.
Wednesday, October 3, 2007
Mostly I think due to my recent bout of anaemia leaving me with the sleeping habits of a new born infant, I have put back on 7 of the 10 kilos lost last summer. So starting weight 117 kg. Goal by Christmas to be back at 110kg. Then we'll set a new goal. I was really hoping to be down to the hundred mark by the end of this summer. Guess we'll see how we go.
I'd better start taking my meds again tomorrow. That might help.
Tuesday, October 2, 2007
And because he's complaining he's refusing to pay the final bill. Sigh.
And because he's not paying the final bill his lawyer won't hand over the documents to lodge with the court. Sigh
So I still don't have an agreement in place after months of being harassed over it by both him and his lawyer.
And apparently its all my fault because I wanted advice from my own lawyer to stop him from trying to screw me over. Again. Like he's been trying to do for the past 3 years. Which he now point blank denies ever trying to do.
Now where's my axe got to?
Monday, October 1, 2007
I first noticed it last week while stuck in bed. I was reading one afternoon when his front legs started moving around. Tonight I'm trying to get settled for sleep and my furboy starts singing. Yes singing. Eyes still shut, still curled in a ball and singing. You know what I'm talking about? That almost musical meowing they do when calling the ladies.
You do know what would have happened if it had been three wise women instead of men, don't you? They would have asked for directions, arrived on time, helped deliver the baby, cleaned the stable, made a casserole, and brought disposable diapers as gifts!
Monday - we ended up having frankfurters, chips and vegie's cos it was quick and easy.
Tuesday - Sausages, potatoe, mixed greens
Wednesday - Spag Bol & Salad for hubby and kids Chicken & salad for me
Thursday - Fish, Potatoe Bake, Cabbage, Carrots
Friday - Home-made hamburgers
Saturday - Stirfry beef & vegies
Sunday - Roast something and vegies.
Last month there was a public meeting to discuss forming a new brigade. All members of the previous brigade were invited to apply to join the new one and the zone team will be appointing the executive members instead of holding an election. Any members thinking that they would like to hold an executive position were invited to write application letters as if applying for a job. Unfortunately a few months break was not enough to cool some tempers and loosen some grudges.
I wasn't going to apply for anything. I'd be happy to take on a job if need be, but am not interested in the target for my back that will come with it. I've copped more than my fair share of shit over the past 6 months and was hoping to steer clear of it from here on out. However some of my fellow members asked me to please put in for the secretary/treasurer job as they have little confidence in the only person that they knew of who was putting in for it. I don't want to let them down either and realistically I'm still going to cop shit anyhow so....what to do what to do ...... how to put in an application letter saying "I don't want the job, but I'll do it if I have to cos I was asked to & there aren't that many people to pick from" but without sounding put upon, arrogant or flippant lol
I think I've done it and I think I've made it quite clear why I am applying. I just hope that the powers that be will also step up once the new brigade is formed with the new executive installed and stop letting the ones who make the most noise get away with blue murder!
There is another meeting to formally open the new brigade and announce the new executive next week. It will be interesting I'm sure.