Friday, April 29, 2011
No, I don't think she is slightly interested, rather she just wants to get out the house plus I promised wine ... oh well, beggars can't be choosers and I'll take what I can get right now!
Enjoy the Royal Wedding and your opportunity to wear a tiara (I think baby S broke mine) - I look forward to reading everyone's take on it in blogland in the coming days.
I have been addicted to reading all the coverage all week and am finding eonline particularly up to the minute with details.
I just love fairytales (always have and still do) so getting to see a real life one played out in the World media is beyond wonderful for me - I just wish I had a daughter to share it with.
I think Kate Middleton is going to make a fabulous Princess and dare I say, someday Royal Consort to the King (is that title correct?). She has throughout the years conducted herself with such poise, grace and discretion and shows a very strong sense of duty (duty is super important in England according to my English FIL). She is also a stunning and stylish lady with a gorgeous smile so its pretty easy to see why Wills was hooked.
I just love the real love you can see in their eyes and smiles when Kate & William are photographed together.
Their engagement portraits are all gorgeous but I especially like the one released with their wedding program:
On another note, I am in the market for new best friends.
No, nothing has happened to C and M apart from their total lack of excitement about The Wedding and as a result, I am now left with no one to watch the coverage with ... S doesn't count as despite being an Englishman, he has a complete lack of interest also. C's lack of interest doesn't surprise me at all, this type of stuff just isn't her thing but M's lack of interest surprises me no end. M is English born and into all things celeb (this counts as celeb in my books).
My MIL is excited and will be watching but she lives just too far away and doesn't have cable TV - did I mention I will be watching the E coverage? Purely because they are incorporating Fashion Police and I'm a fan of Guiliana.
For all you lucky people with fellow excited friends to have wedding parties with, spare a thought for me, lonesome in my tiara watching all by myself ... and if M and C are reading, you guys may be replaced before the day is out (I have my minions working on a plan). lol
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
First stop, the Estee Lauder counter for Double Wear mineral powder. The assistant was absolutely wonderful, even applying the powder and some colour to my face so I could get a good feel for it. I found it to be much better than their other mineral powder offering with good coverage and a fine silky texture. It also makes my skin look and feel super smooth. At $68 though, so it should.
The assistant also threw in a few little samples for me to try including Advanced Night Repair Recovery Complex,
From the EL counter I headed to Target to search out the MOR Dolce range. This was no challenge - it was positioned directly in front of the entrance. I would have happily bought one of each product but in the interests of non wastage, I bought only the Sorbet and Pomegranate candles. I should have only bought one to start with but I just couldn't choose between the two scents and really, we all know I would have been back there in a few days to get the one I didn't buy then and there.
My Target visit turned out to be a major detour as I wandered and got sucked into 30% off easter eggs - bought Crunchie and Cherry Ripe ones for D & M, C & L and C's little sister Mill. I also picked up a Dora cup and egg for baby S along with an Easter present for my S.
Hightailing it out of Target before I bought more chocolate, I left Pacific Fair to go meet C for our afternoon date at The Ivory (a Tweed Heads waterfront Hotel on the river).
Actually ... now that I run through it in my head, there is actually a bit I can share.
On Thursday night after finishing work, S and I headed to Southport to meet with our wedding photographer at his studio to view our professional wedding pics - all 597 of them!
I was so excited all day and praying with all my heart the pics wouldn't be a let down (not that I expected they would given our photographers' body of work).
On arriving, we had a little catchup with Andrew - he visited Japan just before our wedding and knew we went there for our honeymoon - then settled in to watch our pictures larger than life on the big screen.
All I can say is WOW!!!! I could honestly not be happier with every single photo of the 597 we have. I can't post any from this computer but will add some of my faves below this evening.
Included in our package was the proof CD, a hard cover coffee table style proof book (pic below), a DVD slideshow of all images to music (they picked the best songs to accompany) and we will meet with them soon to plan/design the album and choose parent and bridal party images for gifts to them. Both mine and S' parents along with most of our bridal party have now seen the pics and all are amazed at the beauty and quality of them - and also that there are sooooo many :)
Also to let you know, if you are looking for a photographer, you CANNOT go past Andrew and Nicole Thurtell of Thurtell Photography ... Wonderful people, Unbelieveable photographers.
Thursday, April 21, 2011
There was me, my sis, my mum, my sis in law and my mum's bestie and her daughter and my sis in law's mother and sisters.
It ends up being a very entertaining couple of hours walking and gossiping around the Main Beach precinct.
We then follow this up with a brunch at Burleigh Beach (change of location this year to my parent's house) where everyone brings a plate of sweets or savoury and we relax with champagne for the afternoon.
Can't wait for Mother's Day this year - what are you up to?
If you have no plans, I strongly recommend you get a group together and do the Mother's Day Classic in your area - the have a 4km walk and a run as well.
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Estee Lauder Double Wear Mineral Makeup
Kiehls Creme de Corps (to make sure I don't get icky flaky skin for winter)
Disney musical nightlight (for baby S, not me)
Kitchenaid (having been lusting for one of these for as long as I can remember)
These Country Road numbers
Red high heels (with red soles preferrably :))
Lindt peanut butter balls
That's about all I can think of for now.
Quick (and likely inaccurate head calculations) mean I can at least count on the Lindt balls, MOR candle, maybe 1 CR dress and the Estee Lauder double wear ... maybe the Kiehls too if I can stretch the budget and leave the nightlight till next week.
Monday, April 18, 2011
Sad I know.
So yesterday (Sunday) after bacon and eggs for brekky at home, S and I set out to Harbourtown so I could check out what stock Oroton had in. I tried my best to persuade S to stay home which makes me sound mean when in truth, S broke his foot last Wednesday night at soccer so is now very much a hindrance to shopping missions.
Moving forward, we arrived at Harbourtown to find the place buzzing with people. I offered to drop S off at the entrance so he didn't have a mile to trek with crutches but as luck would have (and some patience on my part) I got a park right near the entrance. Despite our parking proximity, it was slow progress to get across the carpark and I could see this was going to be a long expedition.
Luckily S had a brainwave after seeing a fellow shopper cruise past on a motorised scooter, he suggested we see if customer service provided these.
As more luck would have it, customer service did provide scooters and they were complimentary AND there was one available for S. Feeling very impressed with himself, S happily swapped crutches for scooter and then promptly requested a photo of the occasion. Me, I was just relieved my mission wasn't going to take an extra 5 hours and a lot of extra moaning.
With S mobile we set off for Oroton - where I told S to stay outside so he wouldn't get in the way. This turned out to be a bit annoying as I like his opinion so had to keep walking over to the door and waving bags and purses in his face.
After maybe 30 minutes of wandering, umming and ahhhing, generally driving S crazy and trying to decide if I need a wallet (I dont, I have 4 in rotation - 2 Oroton and 2 Spencer & Rutherford) or a handbag (which I don't either but not relevant, but which colour, pewter, brown, red, cream and then which size), I finally settled on a black signature tote of mid-size that I figured would see me through from work to weekend.
The best part of all, there was 50% of the marked price ($445) plus I had my voucher from the wonderful SSG so in total, the bag was only $122.50.
I had the meanest mother in the whole world.
While other kids ate candy for breakfast, I had to have cereal, eggs or toast.
When others had cokes and candy for lunch, I had to eat a sandwich.
As you can guess, my supper was different than the other kids' also.
But at least, I wasn't alone in my sufferings.
My sister and two brothers had the same mean mother as I did.
My mother insisted upon knowing where we were at all times.
You'd think we were on a chain gang. S
he had to know who our friends were andwhere we were going.
She insisted if we said we'd be gone an hour, that we be gone one hour or less--not one hour and one minute.
I am nearly ashamed to admit it, but she actually struck us. N
ot once, but each time we had a mind of our own and did as we pleased.
That poor belt was used more on our seats than it was to hold up Daddy's pants.
Can you imagine someone actualy hitting a child just because he disobeyed?
Now you can begin to see how mean she really was.
We had to wear clean clothes and take a bath.
The other kids always wore their clothes for days.
We reached the height of insults because she made our clothes herself, just to save money.
Why, oh why, did we have to have a mother who made us feel different from our friends?
The worst is yet to come.
We had to be in bed by nine each night and up at eight the next morning.
We couldn't sleep till noon like our friends.
So while they slept-my mother actually had the nerve to break the child-labor law. She made us work.
We had to wash dishes, make beds, learn to cook and all sorts of cruel things.
I believe she laid awake at night thinking up mean things to do to us.
She always insisted upon us telling the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, even if it killed us- and it nearly did.
By the time we were teen-agers, she was much wiser, and our life became even more unbearable. N
one of this tooting the horn of a car for us to come running.
She embarrassed us to no end by making our dates and friends come to the door to get us.
If I spent the night with a girlfriend, can you imagine she checked on me to see if I were really there.
I never had the chance to elope to Mexico.
That is if I'd had a boyfriend to elope with.
I forgot to mention, while my friends were dating at the mature age of 12 and 13, my old fashioned mother refused to let me date until the age of 15 and 16.
Fifteen, that is, if you dated only to go to a school function.
And that was maybe twice a year.
Through the years, things didn't improve a bit.
We could not lie in bed, "sick" like our friends did, and miss school.
If our friends had a toe ache, a hang nail or serious ailment, they could stay home from school.
Our marks in school had to be up to par.
Our friends' report cards had beautiful colors on them, black for passing, red for failing.
My mother being as different as she was, would settle for nothing less than ugly black marks.
As the years rolled by, first one and then the other of us was put to shame.
We were graduated from high school.
With our mother behind us, talking, hitting and demanding respect, none of us was allowed the pleasure of being a drop-out.
My mother was a complete failure as a mother.
Out of four children, a couple of us attained some higher education.
None of us have ever been arrested, divorced or beaten his mate.
Each of my brothers served his time in the service of this country.
And whom do we have to blame for the terrible way we turned out?
You're right, our mean mother. Look at the things we missed.
We never got to march in a protest parade, nor to take part in a riot, burn draft cards, and a million and one other things that our friends did.
She forced us to grow up into God-fearing, educated, honest adults.
Using this as a background, I am trying to raise my three children.
I stand a little taller and I am filled with pride when my children call me mean. Because, you see, I thank God, He gave me the meanest mother in the whole world.
Thursday, April 14, 2011
1. My mother taught me TO APPRECIATE A JOB WELL DONE.
"If you're going to kill each other, do it outside. I just finished cleaning."
2. My mother taught me RELIGION.
"You better pray that will come out of the carpet."
3. My mother taught me about TIME TRAVEL.
"If you don't straighten up, I'm going to knock you into the middle of next week!"
4. My mother taught me LOGIC.
"Because I said so, that's why."
5. My mother taught me MORE LOGIC.
"If you fall out of that swing and break your neck, you're not going to the store with me."
6. My mother taught me FORESIGHT.
"Make sure you wear clean underwear, in case you're in an accident."
7. My mother taught me IRONY.
"Keep crying, and I'll give you something to cry about.."
8. My mother taught me about the science of OSMOSIS.
"Shut your mouth and eat your supper."
9. My mother taught me about CONTORTIONISM.
"Will you look at that dirt on the back of your neck!"
10. My mother taught me about STAMINA.
"You'll sit there until all that spinach is gone."
11. My mother taught me about WEATHER.
"This room of yours looks as if a tornado went through it."
12. My mother taught me about HYPOCRISY.
"If I told you once, I've told you a million times. Don't exaggerate!"
13. My mother taught me the CIRCLE OF LIFE.
"I brought you into this world, and I can take you out.."
14. My mother taught me about BEHAVIOR MODIFICATION.
"Stop acting like your father!"
15. My mother taught me about ENVY.
"There are millions of less fortunate children in this world who don't have wonderful parents like you do."
16. My mother taught me about ANTICIPATION.
"Just wait until we get home."
17. My mother taught me about RECEIVING.
"You are going to get it when you get home!"
18. My mother taught me MEDICAL SCIENCE.
"If you don't stop crossing your eyes, they are going to stay that way."
19. My mother taught me ESP.
"Put your sweater on; don't you think I know when you are cold?"
20. My mother taught me HUMOR.
"When that lawn mower cuts off your toes, don't come running to me."
21. My mother taught me HOW TO BECOME AN ADULT.
"If you don't eat your vegetables, you'll never grow up."
22. My mother taught me GENETICS.
"You're just like your father."
23. My mother taught me about my ROOTS.
"Shut that door behind you. Were you raised in a barn?"
24. My mother taught me WISDOM.
"When you get to be my age, you'll understand."
25. And my favorite:
My mother taught me about JUSTICE.
"One day you'll have kids, and I hope they turn out just like you."
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
They say I'm better off now, than I ever was with her
As they take me to my local down the street
I'm smiling but I'm dying trying not to drag my feet
They say a few drinks will help me to forget her
But after one too many I know that I'm never
Only they can see where this is gonna end
But they all think I'm crazy but to me it's perfect sense
And my mates are all there trying to calm me down
'Cause I'm shouting your name all over town
I'm swearing if I go there now
I can change her mind turn it all around
I know that I'm drunk but I'll say the words,
And she'll listen this time even though they're slurred,
So I dialed her number and confessed to her,
I'm still in love but all I heard was nothing (nothing, nothing...)
This is The Script's latest single and they played it at the concert on Sunday night. They also explained that they wrote it as a result of the lead singer's breakup and how the done thing is to take the brokenhearted to the Local for a few drinks but inevitably this always leads to drunk dialling.
Love this song but to be totally honest, I don't recall having ever been a drunk dialler. No matter how sad, angry or drunk I was, I just couldn't bring myself to do it - for me, it was all about pride and there was no way an ex was ever going to have me beg for them.
One ex-boyfriend commented years later that he waited for a week for me to call after our breakup (he broke up with me) and when I didn't he called me because he couldn't handle the silence. As I said to him then, why would I call, he made the end pretty clear and I have my pride.
I have some friends though that are the worst and most dedicated drunk diallers of all time. One girlfriend I went to high school with would purposely delete the ex's phone number from her mobile as she knew how bad she was but this turned out to be pointless as she had it memorised then we got smart and banned her bringing out a mobile but she would just pinch one of our phones anyway. The worst I remember was her crying in the gutter literally begging me for my phone so she could call him and me trying to talk her down until she saw the phone booth on the corner and sprinted for it making a reverse charge call to him at 2am.
Maybe having been witness to this drunk dialling prevented me from becoming a DD. Are you a drunk dialler or do you have a funny story?
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Be kinder than necessary, for everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle.
Best friends: they know how stupid you are and still choose to be seen in public with you. (I'm talking to you M & C)
Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass, its about learning to dance in the rain.
Since its the early worm that gets eaten by the bird, sleep late.
A truly happy person is one who can enjoy the scenery on a detour.
Be the change you wish to see in the world.
Everything will be okay in the end ... If its not okay, its not the end.
We could learn a lot from crayons ... Some are sharp, some are pretty, some are dull, some have weird names & all are different colours, but they all have to live in the same box.
Care about what other people think & you will always be their prisoner