Friday, April 16, 2010
Day Four - Your Favourite Book
Definately Rudyard Kipling - Just So Stories mainly because of how my Mother would animate her voice while reading it to me as a child, something i hope to continue with my ladies. Another great one for animated mummies is The Magic Pudding by Norman Lindsay. Great names like Bunyip Bluegum and Uncle Wattleberry!
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
I have stolen this post from Chris because it made me laugh!
Miss Chris' Blog
{ laughing } who's the boss?
By miss chris
I fought a good fight.
I loved my wagon.
We could squeeze two car seats and a skinny teenager in the back seat. And a dog in the 'way back', surrounded by bags and whatnot for trips out of town.
It was 4-wheel drive and turbo. And loaded. Whee!
I loved my wagon.
But it was becoming too much of a struggle for us all to go anywhere. And babygirl is about to upgrade her seat (how is it possible that she is almost 10 mos?), which will squeeze the biggest girl out...
So we 'had' to get a new car.
I let hubs do all the looking and number-running and comparison internet researching and showroom visiting. It made me sad, the idea of getting rid of my mama-wagon.
I loved my wagon.
Have I mentioned that?
The idea of a bigger vehicle did not thrill me. There are gauges on either side of our garage door frame because of the last bigger car. (In my defense, we do have to take a hard right turn before entering the garage from the driveway. It is really shocking that this has only happened twice.) And the expense. Oy.
One day he brought a car home for me to try. I drove it around the block and decided it would do. It was certainly roomy enough. Really, it was a very nice vehicle. Very nice.
I said okay in a small voice and the deal was sealed.
And then we went to pick it up on a nasty, cold, snowy Saturday. It snowed and slushed 12 inches here that day. I did not drive it home or once we were home. I was skeered.
He spent a good chunk of Sunday afternoon programming my new car. I did not know what this meant. I guessed he meant the garage door openers and the seats.
I guessed incorrectly.
How so?
Monday morning 8:30 am. I have checkups for the little girls scheduled at 9 am.
Feeling pret-ty good about our timeframe -- all three of us presentable and with accessories and extra food and teething rings and backpacks and diapers and wipes and... you know. I got both girls in their newly adjusted car seats. I adjust my mirrors, the seat. I get my cell phone out and put it in the cup holder. I check my lipstick.
And then I started the car.
SPORTS RADIO PERSONALITIES ARE SCREAMING AT ME. YELLING ABOUT MARCH MADNESS AND BRACKETS AND BUTLER!!! BUTLER!!! BUTLER!!!!
ACK! THE BABY IS STARTLED AND SCREAMS.
'MOM,, TOOOOO LOUD!!!!" YELLS FIDGET.
"I KNOW! I KNOW! I'M SORRY..."I HAVE NO IDEA WHICH BUTTON IS FOR VOLUME! SURELY IT IS THE ONE WITH THE MUSIC NOTES ON IT. NO. THAT IS SWITCHING THE STATIONS. OH, NOW IT IS LOUD AND STATICKY AND...SWITCHING BETWEEN ALL OF THE AM STATIONS.
Oh wait. It's this Other button. The one with the line through it. Of course.
I am breaking a sweat and we haven't left the garage.
Breathing more easily, I take one last look at the phone to check the time. (I'm not even sure where the time is on this new instrument panel. I am flustered easily. You do not want me as your go-to gal in a crisis situation.)
My phone has a message across the screen:
"ACTIVATE BLUETOOTH" Um ,ok. Maybe later. Whatever. I press the button to make it go away and see the regular screen. It is now 8:40.
I put the car in Reverse.
A camera shot of the back of my car appears in my rearview mirror. This feels weird. BEEP BEEP BEEP! It is telling me the WAGON (sniff sniff) is parked out side, to the right.... ok.
I head out slowly, watching mirrors, checking all my spots, trying to get the feel of this much bigger car.
And then.
"TURN RIGHT ONTO MAPLE DRIVE."
What the heck? My car is telling me where to go? I didn't turn that on. What?
"MAKE NEXT RIGHT ONTO ARTHUR DRIVE"
Um, no. I don't need this right now.
"Mommy? What is that? Why is the car telling us where to go?"
"I don't know sweetie. I have no idea. I'm calling Daddy."
"IN 200 FEET, TURN LEFT ONTO WARD ROAD"
(shut UP, already!!!!)
I hit hubs' number on my cell phone and sit there, at the entrance to our neighborhood, with my phone pressed to my cheek, checking the mirror, praying no one comes up behind me.
THIS IS HUBS, I hear, over the car speakers.
(Huh? Heavens. It's the Blue Tooth.)
Hi honey, it's me, I say to the air.
{HI DADDY! HI DADDY!}
HI, WHAT DO YOU NEED? HI FIDGET!
"TURN LEFT ONTO WARD ROAD"
Um, honey, I think the nav is on and I don't know how to turn it off. And I don't know where it wants me to go. And it's stressing me out. And you're on the speakers.
I KNOW. I SET THAT UP FOR YOU. JUST SAY 'CANCEL ROUTE' AND IT SHOULD TURN OFF.
Cancel Route.
SAY IT LOUDER.
CANCEL ROUTE! I am yelling at myself in the rearview mirror.
{CANCEL ROUTE! CANCEL ROUTE! yells Fidget.}
"CONTINUE 1.5 MILES TO HIGHLAND ROAD AND TAKE A LEFT"
CANCEL ROUTE!!! I say, hubs says and Fidget yells at the same time.
WAIT, MAYBE YOU HAVE TO SAY CANCEL ROUTE AFTER I HANG UP. WHEN I HANG UP, WAIT FOR HER NEXT INSTRUCTION AND JUST SAY 'CANCEL ROUTE'.
It's not a Her. It's a him.
IT WAS A HER YESTERDAY.
Well, it's a him. And he's bossing me around. And I don't need this right now.
{CANCEL ROUTE! CANCEL ROUTE! }
OR YOU COULD PUSH THE PHONE BUTTON AND SAY CANCEL ROUTE. I HAD TO GIVE IT A STARTING DESTINATION WHEN I WAS SETTING IT UP YESTERDAY, SO I PUT IN THE DOC'S OFFICE. SO AT LEAST YOU'RE NOT GOING TO GET IN TROUBLE WITH THE NAV.
(Which is nice, because the only thing that could make this even more fun would be if he were RECALCULATING and getting impatient with my agenda.)
Okay, okay, I am saying.... I want to cry and I am breaking into a full sweat. CANCEL ROUTE! CANCEL ROUTE! yells Fidget. God bless her, she's trying to help. It is now 8:45. I don't even know how to hang up. I push what looks like a phone hang-up button on my steering wheel. After a few seconds I hear, "unable to establish connection." Good enough.
"TURN LEFT ON HIGHLAND ROAD IN 150 FEET."
CANCEL ROUTE! CANCEL ROUTE! Fidget and I are yelling.
"CONTINUE NORTH ON HIGHLAND ROAD FOR 2.3 MILES AND..."
I am losing it. I start pushing buttons, still yelling, CANCEL ROUTE, hoping ONE of them will cancel this Helpful Feature and make him Shut Up Forever.
But, no.
All of a sudden I see my dashboard display has changed -- it no longer has the mileage and direction, but says:
DRIVE IN CIRCLES TO CALIBRATE TIRES.
YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME. I was not thinking nice thoughts.
And then I started laughing so hard I just about peed my pants.
Somehow, and I'm not sure how exactly, I pushed enough additional buttons to get out of that one. And that is a good thing, because the last thing we needed was to fight between our navigator and the vehicle itself. Oy.
"TURN RIGHT IN .5 MILES ON 4TH STREET AND CONTINUE TO HWY 40, EXIT LEFT."
{ CANCEL ROUTE!! CANCEL ROUTE! Mommy, that's not working, is it?}
No sweets, it's not....
We arrive at the pediatrician's office at 9 sharp. Got in, got out. Kids are great. Dandy. We got back in the car and I took a deep breath. As we turned out onto the road we hear a lovely female voice:
YOU HAVE NOW REACHED YOUR DESTINATION. IF YOU NEED ADDITIONAL ASSISTANCE, SAY 'CONTINUE'. IF YOUR TRIP IS COMPLETE, JUST SAY 'END ROUTE.'
Slightly exasperated and completely doubtful, Fidge and I both gave it our best 'END ROUTE!
And, by golly, it worked.
I haven't heard from Bossy Him or Bossy Her since then. Perhaps they have found each other and are living blissfully, tucked between a fan belt and some washing fluid. I am a little afraid that one day I will start the car and they will have -- by some stroke of magical science -- multiplied, and demand a family road trip to Branson.
It could happen.
{ laughing } who's the boss?
By miss chris
I fought a good fight.
I loved my wagon.
We could squeeze two car seats and a skinny teenager in the back seat. And a dog in the 'way back', surrounded by bags and whatnot for trips out of town.
It was 4-wheel drive and turbo. And loaded. Whee!
I loved my wagon.
But it was becoming too much of a struggle for us all to go anywhere. And babygirl is about to upgrade her seat (how is it possible that she is almost 10 mos?), which will squeeze the biggest girl out...
So we 'had' to get a new car.
I let hubs do all the looking and number-running and comparison internet researching and showroom visiting. It made me sad, the idea of getting rid of my mama-wagon.
I loved my wagon.
Have I mentioned that?
The idea of a bigger vehicle did not thrill me. There are gauges on either side of our garage door frame because of the last bigger car. (In my defense, we do have to take a hard right turn before entering the garage from the driveway. It is really shocking that this has only happened twice.) And the expense. Oy.
One day he brought a car home for me to try. I drove it around the block and decided it would do. It was certainly roomy enough. Really, it was a very nice vehicle. Very nice.
I said okay in a small voice and the deal was sealed.
And then we went to pick it up on a nasty, cold, snowy Saturday. It snowed and slushed 12 inches here that day. I did not drive it home or once we were home. I was skeered.
He spent a good chunk of Sunday afternoon programming my new car. I did not know what this meant. I guessed he meant the garage door openers and the seats.
I guessed incorrectly.
How so?
Monday morning 8:30 am. I have checkups for the little girls scheduled at 9 am.
Feeling pret-ty good about our timeframe -- all three of us presentable and with accessories and extra food and teething rings and backpacks and diapers and wipes and... you know. I got both girls in their newly adjusted car seats. I adjust my mirrors, the seat. I get my cell phone out and put it in the cup holder. I check my lipstick.
And then I started the car.
SPORTS RADIO PERSONALITIES ARE SCREAMING AT ME. YELLING ABOUT MARCH MADNESS AND BRACKETS AND BUTLER!!! BUTLER!!! BUTLER!!!!
ACK! THE BABY IS STARTLED AND SCREAMS.
'MOM,, TOOOOO LOUD!!!!" YELLS FIDGET.
"I KNOW! I KNOW! I'M SORRY..."I HAVE NO IDEA WHICH BUTTON IS FOR VOLUME! SURELY IT IS THE ONE WITH THE MUSIC NOTES ON IT. NO. THAT IS SWITCHING THE STATIONS. OH, NOW IT IS LOUD AND STATICKY AND...SWITCHING BETWEEN ALL OF THE AM STATIONS.
Oh wait. It's this Other button. The one with the line through it. Of course.
I am breaking a sweat and we haven't left the garage.
Breathing more easily, I take one last look at the phone to check the time. (I'm not even sure where the time is on this new instrument panel. I am flustered easily. You do not want me as your go-to gal in a crisis situation.)
My phone has a message across the screen:
"ACTIVATE BLUETOOTH" Um ,ok. Maybe later. Whatever. I press the button to make it go away and see the regular screen. It is now 8:40.
I put the car in Reverse.
A camera shot of the back of my car appears in my rearview mirror. This feels weird. BEEP BEEP BEEP! It is telling me the WAGON (sniff sniff) is parked out side, to the right.... ok.
I head out slowly, watching mirrors, checking all my spots, trying to get the feel of this much bigger car.
And then.
"TURN RIGHT ONTO MAPLE DRIVE."
What the heck? My car is telling me where to go? I didn't turn that on. What?
"MAKE NEXT RIGHT ONTO ARTHUR DRIVE"
Um, no. I don't need this right now.
"Mommy? What is that? Why is the car telling us where to go?"
"I don't know sweetie. I have no idea. I'm calling Daddy."
"IN 200 FEET, TURN LEFT ONTO WARD ROAD"
(shut UP, already!!!!)
I hit hubs' number on my cell phone and sit there, at the entrance to our neighborhood, with my phone pressed to my cheek, checking the mirror, praying no one comes up behind me.
THIS IS HUBS, I hear, over the car speakers.
(Huh? Heavens. It's the Blue Tooth.)
Hi honey, it's me, I say to the air.
{HI DADDY! HI DADDY!}
HI, WHAT DO YOU NEED? HI FIDGET!
"TURN LEFT ONTO WARD ROAD"
Um, honey, I think the nav is on and I don't know how to turn it off. And I don't know where it wants me to go. And it's stressing me out. And you're on the speakers.
I KNOW. I SET THAT UP FOR YOU. JUST SAY 'CANCEL ROUTE' AND IT SHOULD TURN OFF.
Cancel Route.
SAY IT LOUDER.
CANCEL ROUTE! I am yelling at myself in the rearview mirror.
{CANCEL ROUTE! CANCEL ROUTE! yells Fidget.}
"CONTINUE 1.5 MILES TO HIGHLAND ROAD AND TAKE A LEFT"
CANCEL ROUTE!!! I say, hubs says and Fidget yells at the same time.
WAIT, MAYBE YOU HAVE TO SAY CANCEL ROUTE AFTER I HANG UP. WHEN I HANG UP, WAIT FOR HER NEXT INSTRUCTION AND JUST SAY 'CANCEL ROUTE'.
It's not a Her. It's a him.
IT WAS A HER YESTERDAY.
Well, it's a him. And he's bossing me around. And I don't need this right now.
{CANCEL ROUTE! CANCEL ROUTE! }
OR YOU COULD PUSH THE PHONE BUTTON AND SAY CANCEL ROUTE. I HAD TO GIVE IT A STARTING DESTINATION WHEN I WAS SETTING IT UP YESTERDAY, SO I PUT IN THE DOC'S OFFICE. SO AT LEAST YOU'RE NOT GOING TO GET IN TROUBLE WITH THE NAV.
(Which is nice, because the only thing that could make this even more fun would be if he were RECALCULATING and getting impatient with my agenda.)
Okay, okay, I am saying.... I want to cry and I am breaking into a full sweat. CANCEL ROUTE! CANCEL ROUTE! yells Fidget. God bless her, she's trying to help. It is now 8:45. I don't even know how to hang up. I push what looks like a phone hang-up button on my steering wheel. After a few seconds I hear, "unable to establish connection." Good enough.
"TURN LEFT ON HIGHLAND ROAD IN 150 FEET."
CANCEL ROUTE! CANCEL ROUTE! Fidget and I are yelling.
"CONTINUE NORTH ON HIGHLAND ROAD FOR 2.3 MILES AND..."
I am losing it. I start pushing buttons, still yelling, CANCEL ROUTE, hoping ONE of them will cancel this Helpful Feature and make him Shut Up Forever.
But, no.
All of a sudden I see my dashboard display has changed -- it no longer has the mileage and direction, but says:
DRIVE IN CIRCLES TO CALIBRATE TIRES.
YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME. I was not thinking nice thoughts.
And then I started laughing so hard I just about peed my pants.
Somehow, and I'm not sure how exactly, I pushed enough additional buttons to get out of that one. And that is a good thing, because the last thing we needed was to fight between our navigator and the vehicle itself. Oy.
"TURN RIGHT IN .5 MILES ON 4TH STREET AND CONTINUE TO HWY 40, EXIT LEFT."
{ CANCEL ROUTE!! CANCEL ROUTE! Mommy, that's not working, is it?}
No sweets, it's not....
We arrive at the pediatrician's office at 9 sharp. Got in, got out. Kids are great. Dandy. We got back in the car and I took a deep breath. As we turned out onto the road we hear a lovely female voice:
YOU HAVE NOW REACHED YOUR DESTINATION. IF YOU NEED ADDITIONAL ASSISTANCE, SAY 'CONTINUE'. IF YOUR TRIP IS COMPLETE, JUST SAY 'END ROUTE.'
Slightly exasperated and completely doubtful, Fidge and I both gave it our best 'END ROUTE!
And, by golly, it worked.
I haven't heard from Bossy Him or Bossy Her since then. Perhaps they have found each other and are living blissfully, tucked between a fan belt and some washing fluid. I am a little afraid that one day I will start the car and they will have -- by some stroke of magical science -- multiplied, and demand a family road trip to Branson.
It could happen.
Day Three - Favourite TV program
How weird is this? I have two favs both are from the UK Eastenders (I know, how ridiculous? But I got toally sucked in by it all... a bit like the poms watching Neighbours or Home and Away) and the other is a crazy series called Shameless, it so 'adult themed' that it runs late at night on SBS (which, incidently is how I came to love Oz as well). I really find a lot of TV quite entertaining. I always watch Sunrise before work and try to watch the local news at night. I try not to be a couch potato and do othere 'stuff' while I watch TV.
Night x
Night x
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Day Two - Favourite Movie
Without a doubt fav all time movie... Fight Club! For so many reasons. So clever, twisted and really fabulous message.
My favourite scene is where Tyler Durden steals the licence of a guy who works in a dingey video shop and threatens to kill him if he doesn't start night school to become a doctor... something the guy had dreamed of becoming as a boy. Such a good hearted chap lol
back soon...
My favourite scene is where Tyler Durden steals the licence of a guy who works in a dingey video shop and threatens to kill him if he doesn't start night school to become a doctor... something the guy had dreamed of becoming as a boy. Such a good hearted chap lol
back soon...
Kraft It Up - April
Hello again,
I suppose I should mention the fact that I am on holidays while the ladies are also on their school break. They are however with Grannie for the final week, out at the farm, running amok and wearing out Grannie and Gabu. For that I am truely greatful. I am spring cleaning and managing to squeeze a little crafting in too. I finished this for April's challenge at Kraft It Up
Thanks for looking! Till the next time... adios!
I suppose I should mention the fact that I am on holidays while the ladies are also on their school break. They are however with Grannie for the final week, out at the farm, running amok and wearing out Grannie and Gabu. For that I am truely greatful. I am spring cleaning and managing to squeeze a little crafting in too. I finished this for April's challenge at Kraft It Up
Thanks for looking! Till the next time... adios!
Saturday, April 10, 2010
Day One - Favourite Song
Music is such an enormous part of all of our lives and so many songs hold so much meaning. I could never nail down one song that would be my favourite. I love everything from The Eagles to Lady Gaga anything commercial. I've never been a fan of Heavy Metal/Death/Thrash etc and the concerts I've been to probably reflect a commercial kind of mainstream.
In my teen angst years I was helped through with a lot of Steve Earle (NO NOT COPPERHEAD ROAD!!!) I started out quite red-neck probably because I was showing Quarter Horses and the whole cowboy thing was going on. Back to the concerts... Jimmy Barnes - about 6 times now, Robbie Williams - 3 times, Panic at the Disco they were amazing, on the same night as Cobra Starship who have now got some radio play which is good. I would love to get a tattoo with a song which was menaingful to me but I figure once I start with the tatts I wont stop... so far I have 3 peircings but no tattoos... I just know I will end up covered in them and with a sewing machine tattooed on my neck and consequently lose my job lol
Anyway back to the question... I have Brass In Pocket as my ringtone at the moment and I can't nail down a favourite.. so here are some in the favourite file.
OK that'll do pig... that'll do. Lib x
In my teen angst years I was helped through with a lot of Steve Earle (NO NOT COPPERHEAD ROAD!!!) I started out quite red-neck probably because I was showing Quarter Horses and the whole cowboy thing was going on. Back to the concerts... Jimmy Barnes - about 6 times now, Robbie Williams - 3 times, Panic at the Disco they were amazing, on the same night as Cobra Starship who have now got some radio play which is good. I would love to get a tattoo with a song which was menaingful to me but I figure once I start with the tatts I wont stop... so far I have 3 peircings but no tattoos... I just know I will end up covered in them and with a sewing machine tattooed on my neck and consequently lose my job lol
Anyway back to the question... I have Brass In Pocket as my ringtone at the moment and I can't nail down a favourite.. so here are some in the favourite file.
OK that'll do pig... that'll do. Lib x
Let's Get Shabby - April
This is my entry for the Let's Get Shabby April challenge. You needed to interpret 'Easter' in a shabby theme.
The whole thing from the top to bottom is, birdie from fred The Needle in Penrith, little bird house from Bunnings, Kaisercraft paper (banner) and pearls, the roof is silver masking tape from Bunnings, Basic Grey PP around the Scrapware birdhouse. I painted the birdhouse in Easter colours, which to me mean pastels, green, orange, pink, blue.
The most exciting thing is the largest mushroom. I made it myself from sculpey/fimo. Such fun even though it took me hours.
There are punched butterflies, raffia and choc eggs in the birdhouse.
Thanks for looking and have a great weekend! Lib x
A Move and A New Ritual
Welcome to anyone who has followed me here from my old wordpress blog... so here I am at Blogger again. Wordpress was fun for a while but really limited which is why I got a bit sick of it and stopped blogging.
So I have decided to join in with Jodie and make a blog entry a day for 30 days to develop the habit of blogging again.
Day 01 — Your favourite song
Day 02 — Your favourite movie
Day 03 — Your favourite television program
Day 04 — Your favourite book
Day 05 — Your favourite quote
Day 06 — Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 07 — A photo that makes you happy
Day 08 — A photo that makes you angry/sad
Day 09 — A photo you took
Day 10 — A photo of you taken over ten years ago
Day 11 — A photo of you taken recently
Day 12 — Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 13 — A fictional book
Day 14 — A non-fictional book
Day 15 — A fanfic
Now here I went... what the? What is a fanfic? So for both you and my benefit directly from Wiki...
Fan fiction (alternately referred to as fanfiction, fanfic, FF, or fic) is a broadly-defined term for fan labor regarding stories about characters or settings written by fans of the original work, rather than by the original creator.
So...
Day 15 — A favourite poem!
Day 16 — A song that makes you cry (or nearly)
Day 17 — An art piece (painting, drawing, sculpture, etc.)
Day 18 — Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 19 — A talent of yours
Day 20 — A hobby of yours
Day 21 — A recipe
Day 22 — A website
Day 23 — A YouTube video
Day 24 — Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 25 — Your day, in great detail
Day 26 — Your week, in great detail
Day 27 — This month, in great detail
Day 28 — This year, in great detail
Day 29 — Hopes, dreams and plans for the next 365 days
Day 30 — Whatever tickles your fancy
then by the end of this daily ritual I will indeed have a well-tickled fancy. I haven't tickled my fancy this much in years.
Edited 10/04/2010 :-)
So I have decided to join in with Jodie and make a blog entry a day for 30 days to develop the habit of blogging again.
Day 01 — Your favourite song
Day 02 — Your favourite movie
Day 03 — Your favourite television program
Day 04 — Your favourite book
Day 05 — Your favourite quote
Day 06 — Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 07 — A photo that makes you happy
Day 08 — A photo that makes you angry/sad
Day 09 — A photo you took
Day 10 — A photo of you taken over ten years ago
Day 11 — A photo of you taken recently
Day 12 — Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 13 — A fictional book
Day 14 — A non-fictional book
Day 15 — A fanfic
Now here I went... what the? What is a fanfic? So for both you and my benefit directly from Wiki...
Fan fiction (alternately referred to as fanfiction, fanfic, FF, or fic) is a broadly-defined term for fan labor regarding stories about characters or settings written by fans of the original work, rather than by the original creator.
So...
Day 15 — A favourite poem!
Day 16 — A song that makes you cry (or nearly)
Day 17 — An art piece (painting, drawing, sculpture, etc.)
Day 18 — Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 19 — A talent of yours
Day 20 — A hobby of yours
Day 21 — A recipe
Day 22 — A website
Day 23 — A YouTube video
Day 24 — Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 25 — Your day, in great detail
Day 26 — Your week, in great detail
Day 27 — This month, in great detail
Day 28 — This year, in great detail
Day 29 — Hopes, dreams and plans for the next 365 days
Day 30 — Whatever tickles your fancy
then by the end of this daily ritual I will indeed have a well-tickled fancy. I haven't tickled my fancy this much in years.
Edited 10/04/2010 :-)
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