Friday, April 29, 2011

Quick update

One friend has been restored to favour ... C will be attending my Royal Wedding viewing.

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.

Did your Easter look like this?



Just had to share these adorable pic of baby S on Easter Sunday after S and I gave her her present (a Dora cup with an Easter Egg):








Poor C was not thrilled by the amount of chocolate baby S consumed over the weekend but what can you do?



I also found a florist that had a window display of live chicks and a chocolate bunny. Nice thought but too much work I think plus where are the chicks going after Easter?


Today is the big day

Okay, I admit it... I am SUPER excited for the royal wedding and can't wait to see The Dress!


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

Crazy times with crazy girls

Or should I make that just two crazy girls as M wasn't terribly crazy this particular afternoon?



C, M and I had a date at The Ivory on Saturday afternoon as it was the boys' turn to look after baby S while we got out and about.



Now as always, things didn't go quite according to plan with S having to work, M not leaving Brisbane till the time we were due to meet in Tweed and baby S falling asleep for her nap early. All of this combined to mean that C and I had the option of walking (about a 20-30 minute walk) in the beaming sun or waiting for a bus.



We decided to give the bus option a chance and figured out it was due to arrive at 12:45pm - great... except it was only 12:15pm. Oh well, we decided to wait it out and see what happened. I should let you know here that C and I don't have much experience with public transport so this was a much bigger challenge than it may sound to you.









At 12:55pm, there was still no bus so we decided to call a cab. Great idea except we didn't know the exact address and we ended up with a rude snappy phone operator. While deciding whether or not to chance the cab (we weren't sure if the woman we spoke to would even log the job) or walk, a guy walked past and told us the bus wouldn't be far away and it was always late.



Figuring we had nothing to lose, we took a seat and next thing the bus pulled up. We told the bus driver where we wanted to go and he told he could drop us right nearby for the grand price of $3.10 each - we worked out later that a cab would have been cheaper than the $6.20 the bus cost us.





Anyways, moving forward, it only took a moment for us to realise the bus was headed in the wrong direction and we were on our way for a round trip around Tweed Heads South. Fun, we were already heading towards an hour of missed out baby free time and now we were stuck on a bus! I should also mention we were both busting for a bathroom break at this point and had been for about 25 mins at least.



Eventually we got within The Ivory vicinity only to have the bus pull up around the corner a fair distance away - seriously, walking would have been our most efficient mode of transport for this adventure and believe me, that information is filed for next time!




Finally out the front of our destination, we race to the bathroom and them to the ATM - of course its no surprise when the ATM is out of order, that's just our day so far.



Sorting out payment methods with the barstaff (a credit card over the bar - dangerous I know), we settle in at our prime waterfront table and finally relax in the sunshine waiting for M who of course arrives over an hour late - better late than never though.




By this point C and I have a bit of a buzz on (3 beers in the sun will do that to you I guess) and looking out at the boats, decide we want to board one to be photographed - part of an elaborate plan to make our mothers jealous (back story: our parents were away camping together and bragging to us about how they were having a better time).



M tells us we're crazy, the boats/marina are locked and it can't be done. Of course at that moment C and I spot a man opening the marina gate to go to his boat and we race of like the mad women we are, asking the man to hold the gate ... which he did.



Once on the marina we wave up at M and set off towards the biggest boat. Who we assume is the owner, happens to be aboard and we explain our plight asking if we can be photographed on his boat. Happy to oblige two crazies, he allows us aboard and even some photos.




After photos, and now heading back to the gate, we realised we well may be trapped on the marina if someone lcosed the gate properly but C told me she spotted an exit for us - over the fence, across the rocks and up the bank. Luckily the gate was open still.

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Getting through my list

I'm slowly getting through my want list posted last week - much slower than I would like but oh well, thems the breaks.


On Saturday morning armed with a list and on a mission, I set off for Pacific Fair (literally two minutes down the road) to try and satisfy a few cravings.


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,





a Sumptuous Extreme mascara that doesn't come out till next week (seems to be excellent for creating long thick lashes, about on par with Diorshow I guess)



and a Dayware protection cream.



I'm really loving the Advanced Repair lotion - apparently it is EL's bestseller worldwide and is proven to reverse/repair past skin damage.

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).


Update to add: given the Australian dollar's record high, I'm off to source that Disney light for baby S asap and knock another item off my list

Wedding photos - the professional ones

Sad to say, I really don't have much excitement to share with you. This is not to say I had a dull long weekend, it was quite busy in fact but not terribly interesting.

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

The Mother's Day Classic

The ladies of our family started a new tradition last year by taking part in the Gold Coast's Mother's Day Classic 8km walk to support cancer.






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

This week's want list...

A MOR sorbet candle from their Dolce line at Target (oh, and the hand wash & body lotion too of course)



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






Tony Bianco leopard booties



Red high heels (with red soles preferrably :))



Lindt peanut butter balls





and a pair of black knee high boots I haven't yet discovered

That's about all I can think of for now.

Of course the likelihood of me getting much of this is slim to none ... but I can dream :)

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

Black goes with everything

and would you believe, its the one colour lacking in my Oroton handbag collection?

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.

My mother always said...

Mean Mothers Have the Best Children - truly, she used to say this to us all the time

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.

A surprise celebration ... not party!

So my mum turned 50 yesterday and we celebrated by throwing her a surprise birthday lunch with family and her closest friends. K, dad and I were all set to plan a huge surprise party until mum made it VERY clear she did not under any circumstances want a party and would be very upset if there was one. Well, it was her birthday and her choice but then we had to come up with a way to celebrate the occasion and make her feel special without a party. After much consideration, my friend (C's sister) N and I came up with a lunchtime event with only the closest of friends and family to join us - 17 in total. After much research we selected Pointbreak at Burleigh Heads (where K got married) and organised for the guests to arrive at 12pm with mum arriving at 12:30pm with dad for what she thought was just a lunch with her children only. N and I arranged table decorations and a beautiful croquembouche and when mum entered the restaurant we all sung happy birthday. Mum was surprised and very happy that we abided by her wishes but still came up with a way to commemorate the occasion. We enjoyed delicious food and lots of champagne along with the best of company as only family and close friends can be.
confit duck legs

angus rump

hawaiian pizza with Kassler ham - this was mine, as I was feeling quite boring and wanted a lighter meal than steak or chicken :)
On a side note, I truly believe my mother is the world's best mother (no offence people as I'm sure everyone thinks this of their mothers). She really is just one of those amazing selfless people that would do anything and everything for anyone without even considering just how selfless that is. She has set my siblings and I the best example of motherhood and what it is to be a good person and I thank my lucky stars everyday that she is my mother.

Thursday, April 14, 2011

Something I had to share - it always makes me laugh

25 Reasons You Owe Your Mother...

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

Nothing...

Am I better off dead, am I better off a quitter
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

The Script

Can I just start by saying ... WOW!!!! I headed up to Brisbane (for the second time in 24 hours) with my sis to go see The Script at the Brisbane Convention Centre. K and I are both huge fans so I bought these tickets for her birthday present. We had great seats centre stage and not too high up so we were pretty happy when we sat down. Then the support act started. As we couldn't find anywhere who had been lined up to support The Script, Tinie Tempah was a big shock, especially when he opened up with 'Come on all you Mother F#ck$rs'. I know, I'm not a fan of this either. Thankfully it actually got a lot better and we enjoyed the act. Then came The Script and these guys just blew us away. I have been to a lot of concerts over the years and my music tastes are pretty varied - I have been to The Offspring, Soundgarden, Silverchair, Powderfinger, The Prodigy, U2, JayZ, Kelly Clarkson, Britney Spears, Rogue Traders, Good Charlotte, The Eagles, The Doobie Bros ... to name a few - but these guys would be up there with The Eagles and U2 as my all time favourites. Their voices, their passion, their music all made for an amazing show that my sister and I enjoyed enormously. They spoke to the audience lots, got interactive walking into and touching the crowd and even told a few stories about why/how songs were written. These guys are only going to get better I imagine and have a great sound that compares to U2 (but obviously they still have a way to go yet). Photo taken by the band and posted on Twitter of the audience at the show:

Some thoughts to consider

These are some of my favourites...

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

Monday, April 11, 2011

Thank you cards



My thank you cards have arrived - now this is a good thing as I am keen to get them out to everyone but its also a bad thing as they will require a lot of effort writing each one out and it will be quite a task getting S to assist.


I was really undecided as to how to go about thank you cards having found so many different options online that I loved but in the end after seeing a particular idea, my mind was made up quickly and the decision endorsed thoroughly by S.


The way it all came about started with Mez over at Domestic Divinity (one of my fave blogs) posting her new mini Moo business cards. Thinking these were a great idea and very cute, I popped over to the Moo website to check things out.


I looked through their product range and came across an option that allowed you to make your own postcards by uploading as many pics as you like for the front side of the postcard (one pic per card) with the address lines and writing space opposite. 60 postcards (8 different types) and express postage was just over $80.


I thought postcards would be a great option for thank you cards as I could use the professional sample shots from our wedding for the picture side and complete a really personal message for each person we woule like to thank.







I am so pleased with how they have come up and everyone has commented on what a cool idea postcards for thank yous are.

Baby S... the sometimes raggamuffin always Princess


So the girls (meaning M & C of course) and I hung out in Brisbane at M's Bulimba pad on Saturday afternoon while the boys headed to the pub for a drink - they figured they were entitled as they had made the effort to take baby S to the park so now it was our turn. It didn't seem to occur to them that they were only at the park with her for 20 mins and returned her to us looking like a raggamuffin street urchin (but oh so cute of course).




Moving forward, we were happy to hang out with baby S for the afternoon and our time was taken up between entertaining her (her short attention span meant we ranged from drawing to watching Toy Story to dancing and more), sipping Sav Blanc and receiving pedicures from C who had bought all the pieces for a french polish.




Baby S is such an imitator (and such a girly girl) she got in on the action in no time pinching my lipbalm to gloss her lips and taking to giving herself a pedicure before moving onto M's toes and copying what mummy (C) was doing.









Isn't she adorable? And super clever for a 22 month old obviously.

Thursday, April 7, 2011

People make me sad...

I'm not sure if I should even blog about this but I feel like I need to say something. Reading the news today on my favourite smh.com.au (weird I know cause I live on the GC) and I was devastated to read one of the latest updates relating to a male black swan. It turns out the female was stoned to death by 6 male youths in Melbourne and the father now keeps a mournful vigil on the nest, trying to protect the babies from dying. There are so many things wrong with this story and it devastates me to even see the lone black swan's picture so I didn't want to share it here. I thought it best for you to be directed to the story if you choose to read more about it. Those disgusting little brats need a serious clip across the ear and then some. Honestly, who thinks this is ok and what kind of person/people rationalise this as entertainment/sport/whoknowswhat! The truly sad part is that this isn't an isolated incident with similar reports of animal abuse etc. making the news each day.

Its been a boring week but the clouds are clearing

I might just be the world's most boring person this week. Truly! It's not that I haven't been up to anything, just nothing exciting enough to tell you about.


My weekend was great but not anything to get excited about (sorry M, yes, I was excited about you coming to visit but I doubt the readers are). C & L stayed over, S & I looked after baby S Friday night, M visited Saturday night and we had a home-cooked US feast with ribs coleslaw and corn cobs. Oh, and S and I popped out for a refreshment on Sunday afternoon and I won $60 on the Spring Carnival poker machine - not bad for a 20c bet I thought.


I can't even recall what Monday involved, Tuesday was a quiet night in with S watching TV and making enchiladas and last night I finally got my hideous acrylic nails removed after work then met my parents for dinner and drink befoe heading home to bed.




Today is looking up a little with the following excitements to tell you about:



SSG's lovely blog givewaway arrived in the post....





Thank you again SSG, love the gifts.



I won (read bought) this FCUK dress for the low price of $19.99



I am going to a special Farewell dinner for Surf Life Saving Australia's newly retired President this evening with my dad at a ritzy local hotel (as my mother is in Perth for a conference and he won't go alone) - pictures to follow tomorrow hopefully.



My future will hopefully be even brighter with more exciting happenings to blog about including my new Herve Leger dress (yep, I got the blue/navy but will follow up with the brown tri colour when I can get away with it), a Trivia night I am attending on Friday night, Farmers Markets shop on Satuday morning, a visit to M in Brisbane Saturday afternoon/night, a VIP Surf Life Saving 'Finals' function Sunday and The Script with my sister on Sunday night.


A busy weekend ahead as you can see but I just adore being busy and multi-tasking, something my parents taught me well ... this topic explained beautifully in Mia Culpa (which I have finished by the way and part of the reason for my visit to Brisbane involves delivering this book to M's eager waiting clutches).

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

To buy or not to buy amongst other things



I am eyeing off 3 Herve Leger bandage dresses but can't decide which one to get ... all 3 are a different style and colour so this is not making anything easier.


I am also unsure if the bandage dress style will suit me but have heard good things about how flattering they are.







I love the one shoulder and the its lighter colour scheme but feel the darker dresses may be more slimming.


Thoughts?


So moving forward but back to an earlier post, I have gotten further into my Mia Freedman book, Mia Culpa and all I can say is, if you haven't bought a copy yet then you need to hurry the heck up!


Laughing out loud doesn't even cover it and S looked at me like I had two heads last night as I was seriously cracking up that much. After reading some excerpts to him, he concurred it was entertaining but not as hilarious as I seemed to be finding it. My efforts to disprove him didn't require much at all, I simply phoned M and read her the same excerpts and held the phone from my ear so as not to get deafened by the racuous laughter coming from her end.


I have now insisted that in the best interests of our marriage and understanding, S needs to read Mia Culpa when I am finished. He wasn't terribly impressed with this idea but I think if the book continues to make me laugh out loud for the remaing half then he will cave out curiousity more than anything and I think he will end up pleasantly surprised.