No Direction...

We have had a bit of 'Teenage Trauma' this week. Well, for a while now.

Why?

No 'One Direction'  tickets.....

Very traumatic

And

Our best friend managed to potentially obtain a ticket. In another city. Which involves an airfare, accommodation and the need for parental supervision.

And

Our parents wouldn't let us go. For a variety of reasons...

Mostly because we are 13

She has such passion, such extremes

We understand, support, explain...

But still say a gentle 'no'



Ciao for now... 




 

Birthday Weekend...

Doing the duty

Well, what a busy weekend it was. Master T turned the ripe old age of 12 and being such a kind Mummy that I am, his desire was for a sleepover so.... done! He invited 4 friends and 3 arrived with one having succumbed to the dreaded 'gastro' the night before (good thing it wasn't Saturday night hey?)

So, Master T and I put our heads together and came up with a bike ride to town, a water gun fight in the park (that would take care of the showers I thought), pass the parcel (go figure), dinner at a Chinese restaurant, more games and 2 movies. Sound good? It went more or less to plan...

I took the 4 boys on the bike ride, with the dog and am very pleased to report it was incident free!!! Yay!! I was going to pack the first aid kit but decided to chance it. I even whizzed up to the local bookshop while they were having a Slurpee and bought a book to welcome my new nephew and a book for his brother for being a new big brother, had them gift wrapped and got them home in one piece!! Talk about multi-tasking!

The restaurant was a hit and they were so well behaved. They could order whatever they wanted to as long as they ate it so 4 x satay chicken and friend rice it was. Table manners were beautiful too. A lady at another table congratulated them on their behaviour and wanted to know if they were all mine as they were so alike! One is enough I think.

Master T wanted a BMX bike cake so I ordered a sponge from the local grocery store for $10. It was h-u-g-e and took a whole packet of icing sugar and a whole tub of butter to ice. See for yourself in the photo when he is blowing out the candle. The last boy went to sleep at 2am, mine was the first at 11.30pm! He was disappointed about that.

All in all it was a great birthday apparently. The last before he is a teenager. How time flies!

This really takes the cake - so to speak

Paryt bags

Clue for one of the games

Pass the parcel being compiled with prizes for the action quiz

Bike ride - everyone has their teeth. Phew!

Bit of rock climbing

Morning after the night before

 Ciao for now...




 

Angry Ant...

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How do you deal with anger? Do you just say what you have to say and be done with it?

Or do you stew on it....

and ponder.....

and plot your revenge....

Or do you become silent. Silent with anger. So silent that days go by.... and still you are angry. You family tip toes around but you will not bend your rules...

What sets you off? Is it something major or is it a tiny little straw that causes an explosion?

My Mum was silent. For days. For weeks. She never said sorry even when she was in the wrong. She could start talking and then would throw a murderous look and clam up again. It affected my family in different ways. Some of us enjoyed the silence. Others would cajole and sweet talk her around. I thought she looked so darn unhappy in her self imposed punishment that even as a youngster I wondered why she was doing it.

It wasn't uncommon for her generation to revert to such lengths to prove a point. Many people I speak to had the same experiences growing up. I'm just not sure what the point was, and at times I don't think she was either but she had committed to the end.

As I look back with adult eyes, I feel some anger. Anger that she should have wasted so much time because now she has dementia, she has no more time left. Time to share stories, time to shop, time to be together. Now she is merely a shell.... I am aware that tragic things happen to good people and life is all too short.

Are you mindful of how you treat your anger? Sometimes it is a sign that depression is snapping at your heels. That you do not have the emotional reserves to deal with the everyday, the mundane, the small things...

Have a think...

That is all I am asking. Be mindful of how you deal with your loved ones and how you deal with your anger.

Got to keep you thinking about yourselves dear bloggers...



 Ciao for now...




 

Sheer Bliss...

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 I'm back

Fully rested, replenished and relaxed...

After  weekend in Byron with my gorgeous sister

We  had it all:
Massage, walks, movies, beach, dinner, laughter, chatting, sharing, sleeping in...

I like her as a person

That is important I think, beyond being related....

Sigh, back to reality.


Planning the next getaway. Down her way I think.








 Ciao for now...



 

Oh Dear!!!!

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I have never been so embarrassed for a l-o-n-g time.

Why?

I went to the beautician's today for a bit of a .... groom. You know: eyebrows etc... (ETC)

And

I wore the oldest undies I had.

I forgot they were going to be seen.

I couldn't stop apologizing. They were rather holey

When I put them on this morning I had visions of my Mum and being hit by a bus

It was a warning but not enough to deter me

Jeez Louise!! That will learn me....



Anything embarrass you lately?




Ciao for now... 

 

Quote Unquote...

Audry Hepburn

Miss T has this quote on her computer at the moment so I thought I would pass it on as it is very simple, very beautiful and so true. I love that Miss T found it and that it has meaning for her

“For attractive lips, speak words of kindness.

For lovely eyes, seek out the good in people.

For a slim figure, share your food with the hungry.

For beautiful hair, let a child run his or her fingers through it once a day.

For poise, walk with the knowledge that you never walk alone.

People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed and redeemed; never throw out anyone.

Remember, if you ever need a helping hand, you'll find one at the end of each of your arms.

As you grow older, you will discover that you have two hands, one for helping yourself, the other for helping others.

The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries or the way she combs her hair.

The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides.

The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mode but the true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It is the caring that she lovingly gives the passion that she shows. The beauty of a woman grows with the passing years.”
― Audrey Hepburn
 

 Ciao for now...


 

What a Day...

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It was one of those days yesterday. Even Master T advised me to go home. "It's not worth it Mum. It's not worth risking your life". He can be deep sometimes. Even a little psychic I think... Maybe he knew about the motorbike rider... My day was a bit crazy. Right from the beginning. Here is a snapshot:

• Car had a flat battery. Atleast it went 'click, click, click' when turning over and wouldn't change out of park. Phone call to the SF and a quick listen diagnosed it as me leaving the lights on. I didn't by the way.
• Pull the cover off the SF's prized 1990 3 Series BMW called Bella. Do you get the impression it is one of his loves? Yep. So after removing all the junk around it AND finding the keys (they were in the ignition - you think he would be more careful), I managed to squash his longboard skateboard which was under the car. Oh oh! And I needed to keep remembering it is a manual. A manual. A manual. I can drive a manual but need to remind myself to push the clutch in when I start it. Just a minor thing really...
• Windows fogged up in the teeming rain which prompted Master T's concern for my safety. No airconditioning in Bella so good old windows down and a cloth to wipe the windscreen. Just like in the olden days.
• Now I was fasting for a blood fat test so off to the blood letting place. To say it was overflowing with people would be an understatement. So off to drop Master T at school - too early so had to wait, wait, wait.
• Off to another blood place near work. Only 5 people waiting but too disorganised AND then the fire alarm went off and told us to evacuate. I did evacuate and got work to take my blood. Who knew they would do that for another pathology. Note to self for next time.
• Feeling a bit icky by now, headache - the lot. Nothing catchy, just 'blah'. I like that word.
• Soldiered on and picked Master T up from school to drop off at surfing. Late start for some reason so went home to change and pick up Ginger. I narrowly missed hitting a guy on a motorbike who was driving straight towards me on my side of the road going around a corner!!! Geez Louise!! Not sure why that happened. He was fine, I was a shaking mess. I think I missed him by 1 cm.
• Went to bed at 8pm still feeling 'blah' but looking for a nice comfy place/non-crazy place.

Weird huh? Was it a full moon?


 Ciao for now...


 

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Well, it is done. My first session of teaching. Of teaching people who really want to learn. It was a 3 hour session.

It was fun. The group were really interactive. They made it easy.

I loved it.





 Ciao for now...



  

Weekend...

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Hello.  I'm back. Computer problems all fixed. For a mere sum of money. Hmmm. Only 7 months left in my contract....

The weather is beautiful in my part of the world. Challenge this morning involved items of torture such as a rope ladder, steps, a b-i-g- piece of rope and the usual running, running, running.... I felt a bit of a 'pop' in my neck and now seem to have tightness down one side of my back. Oh oh. Hopefully it just needs a rub and some deep heat.

Only a few more sleeps until my nice getaway with my gorgeous Sister. I have a lovely surprise for her. Can't wait!! I am looking forward to the talks, getting ready in five minutes flat and the leisurely meals without having to dash anywhere!! Sheer bliss!! Even though it is only for 2 nights, I think it will work wonders in the relaxation department and we will feel totally relaxed in like - 2 minutes!!

We are having a quiet one here tonight. We had a couple and their lovely baby to lunch. The Silver Fox worked with the fellow when he was in Townsville and they were down this way so popped in. It is nice to meet people important to people you love isn't it? Nice way to spend the afternoon.

So, a quick nachos for dinner and getting ready to watch some recorded Grand Designs then... a sleep in tomorrow with coffee in bed.

Life is good.

wnat the Silver Fox to make you a cuppa too in the morning? He will you know...







 Ciao for now...





 

Bit of Pretty...

How about something purdy?

Clean, slick, light, airy

I'm not in the market for a re-do of my bedroom but I can't resist a bit of gorgeous wallpaper!

Can you?

Pathetic with my posts again due being t-h-r-o-t-t-l-e-d again. I have investigated upgrading my GBs and apparently I can go from 25GB to......... wait for it.................200GB. What the? Is there no inbetween!!!!

Geez Louise!!









 Ciao for now...

 

Crash...

Well. It all started when we went on a family bike ride one Wednesday afternoon. Bound to happen eventually really. I am training our pup to run with the bike. The challenge is not to run her over whilst training her to run with the bike. She has, shall we say, little understanding of the consequences of getting in the way of those big wheels. Rightly so and I endeavour to keep it that way. Which is how this happened:

Not too much bark off

Actually, this one came up black as!!

Blurry - sorry- skid marks galore

MY SPARKLY WHITE T SHIRT!!! How rude!!

Look at my shirt will you!! A brand new Witchery number with ruched sleeves and side gathers! Oh, I know I was tempting fate. The Gods of whiteness were incredulous that I should even contemplate such a thing as riding a bike showing off my sparkly white stylish-ness.

I came a cropper. As you can see. I blame being left handed for my trouble. You see I keep Ginger on my left whilst riding as all potential obedience training trainers do. So. When I needed some quick action from my right hand to do a tricky manouever. Nada! Nothing but gravity to the end.

The kids came running... to the dog... hurling things at me like "you could have killed her", "is she okay", "how could you"

The Silver Fox came running to me. Awww! Concern painted over his face somewhat comforted by my shouts of "it's okay, I still have my teeth". We have known people to fall victim tragically to our bike track: teeth missing, broken limbs, grazes galore....

Bit of bark off me... and her. She did have a bit of a tyre track on her back and some fur missing from her leg. Sorry Pooch!!!

So we did what any self-respecting rider and dog would do.

Got back on that bike and continued to ride.

That's the moral of the story I think.

Or is that moral about a horse?

Not sure





 Ciao for now...



 

A-Z-me...

Simone from Honey and Fizz was playing this game so I thought I would play along. Here is some info about me! Feel free to cut and paste and answer your own A-Z!


A. Age: 

45. I am 6 months older than the Silver Fox and he l-o-v-e-s to remind me!

B. Bed size: 

Queen size

C. Chore that you hate: 

Folding the washing and putting it away

D. Dogs: 

Ginger Sass our 5 month old poodle cavalier cross. She is heavenly

E. Essential start to your day: 

I r-e-a-l-l-y love a coffee in bed with the Silver Fox but a trip to the gym at 6am keeps me sane and guilt free

F. Favorite color: 

Pale blue for furnishings but I love to wear Winter colours with a slash of red lippy

G. Gold or Silver: 

Gold. And diamonds. Yep

H. Height: 

170cm. Miss T keeps measuring herself beside me to see if she has overtaken me

I. Instruments you play: 
I was a bit of a clarinet-girl in my day. Can hardly get a puff out of it now
J. Job title: 
I am a Credentialled Diabetes Educator with a nursing background. I like to think of myself as a.... sugar fairy!
K. Kids: 
Miss T (13) and Master T (nearly 12)
L. Live: 
Northern NSW near the beach
M. Mother’s name: 
Elizabeth. I like to call her Lizzie. she was known as 'Betty' when growing up and h-a-t-e-s it. Beware if you try to tease her
N. Nicknames: 
My nickname is Jelly Shane!!

O. Overnight hospital stays: 
Nah, only with babies. Oh, wait, I did have my tonsils out when I was 8 and still remember it because the Dr asked me to count backwards from 100 and I was so stressed at that.
P. Pet peeves: 
People that say 'yous' like 'how yous going or 'do yous want to come over?' No such word peoples! 
Q. Quote from a movie:
'Look at me, look at me'
R. Right or left handed: 
Left. Only one in my family
S. Siblings: 
1 sister and 1 brother. I am the middle but wouldn't really think I was typical
T. Time you wake up:
5am.
U. Underwear:
Target flesh-coloured. Flesh goes with anything. A bit of a tip for some out there who wear black undies under white pants.
V. Vegetable you hate: 
Brussel sprouts! But maybe not now
W. What makes you run late: 
Usually on time
X. X-Rays you’ve had: 
None
Y. Yummy food that you make: 
Desserts are my specialty too. I am waiting to make a caramel baked cheesecake.
Z. Zoo animal:

I do love seeing a giraffe or two! 


Ciao for now...