tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25382952676522173022012-03-11T10:15:05.183+11:00Jelly ShaneJust Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395003829371149755noreply@blogger.comBlogger4951100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538295267652217302.post-90126648366493836202012-03-10T20:11:00.000+11:002012-03-10T20:11:19.974+11:00Weekend...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5gfSluEvZRk/T1sYpW2K40I/AAAAAAAAB3w/JuxcneQPuks/s1600/sisters.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5gfSluEvZRk/T1sYpW2K40I/AAAAAAAAB3w/JuxcneQPuks/s320/sisters.jpg" width="293" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=260061204076242&set=a.199616870120676.48218.199547"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Image</span></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br />Hello. I'm back. Computer problems all fixed. For a mere sum of money. Hmmm. Only 7 months left in my contract....<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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!!<br /><br />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.<br /><br />So, a quick nachos for dinner and getting ready to watch some recorded Grand Designs then... a sleep in tomorrow with coffee in bed.<br /><br />Life is good.<br /><br />wnat the Silver Fox to make you a cuppa too in the morning? He will you know... <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> Ciao for now...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85869/jellyshane/b28b24eec562c0b51e03e25ad323b16c.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">You might also like...<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538295267652217302-9012664836649383620?l=jellyshane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Just Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395003829371149755noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538295267652217302.post-45303081880351579742012-03-07T21:13:00.000+11:002012-03-07T21:13:47.492+11:00Bit of Pretty...How about something purdy?<br /><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-biC_7YX9M8k/T1cyRMo2XtI/AAAAAAAAB3o/wylrEhmWudM/s1600/IMG_0210.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-biC_7YX9M8k/T1cyRMo2XtI/AAAAAAAAB3o/wylrEhmWudM/s400/IMG_0210.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Clean, slick, light, airy</td></tr></tbody></table><br />I'm not in the market for a re-do of my bedroom but I can't resist a bit of gorgeous wallpaper! <br /><br />Can you?<br /><br />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!!!!<br /><br />Geez Louise!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> Ciao for now...<br /><br /> <a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85869/jellyshane/b28b24eec562c0b51e03e25ad323b16c.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">You might also like...<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538295267652217302-4530308188035157974?l=jellyshane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Just Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395003829371149755noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538295267652217302.post-55935664927823833552012-03-04T19:03:00.000+11:002012-03-04T19:03:04.471+11:00Crash...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:<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h6O0H7PjM6Y/T1MhJZNH5YI/AAAAAAAAB3g/MgqUxP1skzU/s1600/SAM_1439.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h6O0H7PjM6Y/T1MhJZNH5YI/AAAAAAAAB3g/MgqUxP1skzU/s320/SAM_1439.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Not too much bark off</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ua3K3PHz9tY/T1MfUta4rnI/AAAAAAAAB3I/pHUtQHaW-dc/s1600/SAM_1435.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ua3K3PHz9tY/T1MfUta4rnI/AAAAAAAAB3I/pHUtQHaW-dc/s320/SAM_1435.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Actually, this one came up black as!!</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VFiPRjDd8Sc/T1Mf9TnHN-I/AAAAAAAAB3Q/hW4yy-Yro4s/s1600/SAM_1436.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VFiPRjDd8Sc/T1Mf9TnHN-I/AAAAAAAAB3Q/hW4yy-Yro4s/s320/SAM_1436.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Blurry - sorry- skid marks galore</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t-5pOWVQLhU/T1MgjQknsKI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/3eKvN0kI7Cs/s1600/SAM_1437.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t-5pOWVQLhU/T1MgjQknsKI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/3eKvN0kI7Cs/s320/SAM_1437.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">MY SPARKLY WHITE T SHIRT!!! How rude!!</td></tr></tbody></table><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />The kids came running... to the dog... hurling things at me like "you could have killed her", "is she okay", "how could you"<br /><br />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....<br /><br />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!!!<br /><br />So we did what any self-respecting rider and dog would do.<br /><br />Got back on that bike and continued to ride.<br /><br />That's the moral of the story I think.<br /><br />Or is that moral about a horse?<br /><br />Not sure<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> Ciao for now... <br /><br /><br /><br /> <a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85869/jellyshane/b28b24eec562c0b51e03e25ad323b16c.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">You might also like...<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538295267652217302-5593566492782383355?l=jellyshane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Just Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395003829371149755noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538295267652217302.post-58610119415351693392012-03-01T17:51:00.001+11:002012-03-01T17:52:50.383+11:00A-Z-me...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ILKfcW6MGsU/T08cK_OWWsI/AAAAAAAAB24/UfWMWFn79Bc/s1600/A-Z+Bookends+%284%29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="230" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ILKfcW6MGsU/T08cK_OWWsI/AAAAAAAAB24/UfWMWFn79Bc/s320/A-Z+Bookends+%284%29.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace; font-size: 15px; line-height: 16px;">Simone from <a href="http://honeynfizz.blogspot.com.au/">Honey and Fizz</a> 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! <b><br /></b></span><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace; font-size: 15px; line-height: 16px;"><b>A. Age:</b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace; font-size: 15px; line-height: 16px;"> </span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 25px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace; line-height: 16px;">45. I am 6 months older than the Silver Fox and he l-o-v-e-s to remind me!</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 25px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace; line-height: 16px;"><b>B. Bed size:</b> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 25px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace; line-height: 16px;">Queen size </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 25px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace; line-height: 16px;"><b>C. Chore that you hate:</b> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 25px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace; line-height: 16px;">Folding the washing and putting it away</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 25px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace; line-height: 16px;"><b>D. Dogs:</b> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 25px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace; line-height: 16px;">Ginger Sass our 5 month old poodle cavalier cross. She is heavenly</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;"><span style="line-height: 16px;"><b>E. Essential start to your day:</b> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;"><span style="line-height: 16px;">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</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace; line-height: 16px;"><b>F. Favorite color: </b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace; line-height: 16px;">Pale blue for furnishings but I love to wear Winter colours with a slash of red lippy</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace; line-height: 16px;"><b>G. Gold or Silver:</b> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace; line-height: 16px;">Gold. And diamonds. Yep</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace; line-height: 16px;"><b>H. Height:</b> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace; line-height: 16px;">170cm. Miss T keeps measuring herself beside me to see if she has overtaken me</span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;"><span style="line-height: 16px;"><b>I. Instruments you play:</b> </span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;"><span style="line-height: 16px;">I was a bit of a clarinet-girl in my day. Can hardly get a puff out of it now</span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace; line-height: 16px;"><b>J. Job title: </b></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace; line-height: 16px;">I am a Credentialled Diabetes Educator with a nursing background. I like to think of myself as a.... sugar fairy! </span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace; line-height: 16px;"><b>K. Kids:</b> </span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;">Miss T (13) and Master T (nearly 12)</span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace; line-height: 16px;"><b>L. Live:</b> </span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;">Northern NSW near the beach</span></span><br /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace; line-height: 16px;"><b>M. Mother’s name:</b> </span><br /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace; line-height: 16px;">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</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace; line-height: 16px;"><b>N. Nicknames:</b> </span></span><br /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace; line-height: 16px;">My nickname is Jelly Shane!!</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;"></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace; line-height: 16px;"><b>O. Overnight hospital stays:</b> </span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace; line-height: 16px;">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.</span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="line-height: 16px;"><b>P. Pet peeves:</b> </span></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;">People that say 'yous' like 'how yous going or 'do yous want to come over?' No such word peoples! </span></span> <br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><b>Q. Quote from a movie: </b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;"></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;">'Look at me, look at me'</span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace; line-height: 16px;"><b>R. Right or left handed:</b> </span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace; line-height: 16px;">Left. Only one in my family</span></span><br /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace; line-height: 16px;"><b>S. Siblings:</b> </span><br /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace; line-height: 16px;">1 sister and 1 brother. I am the middle but wouldn't really think I was typical</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace; line-height: 16px;"><b>T. Time you wake up:</b></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace; line-height: 16px;">5am. </span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace; line-height: 16px;"><b>U. Underwear:</b></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace; line-height: 16px;">Target flesh-coloured. Flesh goes with anything. A bit of a tip for some out there who wear black undies under white pants. </span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace; line-height: 16px;"><b>V. Vegetable you hate: </b></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;">Brussel sprouts! But maybe not now </span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace; line-height: 16px;"><b>W. What makes you run late:</b> </span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;">Usually on time</span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace; line-height: 16px;"><b>X. X-Rays you’ve had:</b> </span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;">None</span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace; line-height: 16px;"><b>Y. Yummy food that you make:</b> </span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace; line-height: 16px;">Desserts are my specialty too. I am waiting to make a caramel baked cheesecake. </span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace; line-height: 16px;"><b>Z. Zoo animal:</b></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace; line-height: 16px;"></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace; line-height: 16px;">I do love seeing a giraffe or two! </span></span><br /><br /><br />Ciao for now...<br /><br /><br /><br /> <a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85869/jellyshane/b28b24eec562c0b51e03e25ad323b16c.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">You might also like...<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538295267652217302-5861011941535169339?l=jellyshane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Just Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395003829371149755noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538295267652217302.post-37983004314098058632012-02-29T22:52:00.000+11:002012-02-29T22:52:56.697+11:00just Be Nice<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u0UJIJl9UW4/TifUU_eYVOI/AAAAAAAABdQ/esX4fuIgFXU/s1600/tumblrworkhard.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u0UJIJl9UW4/TifUU_eYVOI/AAAAAAAABdQ/esX4fuIgFXU/s400/tumblrworkhard.jpg" width="266" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://ysvoice.tumblr.com/post/7867512580/motto"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Image</span></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br />Okay?<br /><br /><br />Ciao for now...<br /> <a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85869/jellyshane/b28b24eec562c0b51e03e25ad323b16c.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">You might also like...<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538295267652217302-3798300431409805863?l=jellyshane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Just Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395003829371149755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538295267652217302.post-83537271891465278252012-02-28T21:48:00.000+11:002012-02-28T21:48:16.654+11:00Yet More Corners...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-OP7Gziq7ziU/TYWXT9eEJfI/AAAAAAAABRY/H2513oe4HQg/s1600/SAM_0515.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-OP7Gziq7ziU/TYWXT9eEJfI/AAAAAAAABRY/H2513oe4HQg/s320/SAM_0515.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My Kimmi-dolls beside my bed. Aren't they sweet?</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-2PxVTV2qP9w/TYWYxGF34zI/AAAAAAAABRk/AGGLDxIIrzs/s1600/SAM_0498.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-2PxVTV2qP9w/TYWYxGF34zI/AAAAAAAABRk/AGGLDxIIrzs/s320/SAM_0498.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Drawer front in my sideboard</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-jBe-edlwg2E/TYWXzR9bf4I/AAAAAAAABRc/2F7EF4jiW24/s1600/SAM_0504.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-jBe-edlwg2E/TYWXzR9bf4I/AAAAAAAABRc/2F7EF4jiW24/s320/SAM_0504.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I l-o-v-e my couch in my Good Room</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-EyxN2b98MOI/TYWYTCd5JMI/AAAAAAAABRg/usZHs18YoB4/s1600/SAM_0499.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-EyxN2b98MOI/TYWYTCd5JMI/AAAAAAAABRg/usZHs18YoB4/s320/SAM_0499.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sleek cupboard over the stove top</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-SyEeR2GXus0/TYWaMaK4bJI/AAAAAAAABRw/Nev_zr04ekM/s1600/SAM_0482.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-SyEeR2GXus0/TYWaMaK4bJI/AAAAAAAABRw/Nev_zr04ekM/s320/SAM_0482.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">candles everywhere - background too</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-YmV7-XSYc3c/TYWardEUAxI/AAAAAAAABR0/ZFaZ4AUi_mQ/s1600/SAM_0237.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-YmV7-XSYc3c/TYWardEUAxI/AAAAAAAABR0/ZFaZ4AUi_mQ/s320/SAM_0237.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I found this rock years ago. I l-o-v-e it too</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-bfjLDmuLYPw/TYWbqPLXD-I/AAAAAAAABR8/jpjfOEzI-7Y/s1600/SAM_0496.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-bfjLDmuLYPw/TYWbqPLXD-I/AAAAAAAABR8/jpjfOEzI-7Y/s320/SAM_0496.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Artwork a la Master T</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Z4TZ7r4EmVA/TYWcN5iOggI/AAAAAAAABSA/Oz0olQxSDOc/s1600/SAM_0470.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Z4TZ7r4EmVA/TYWcN5iOggI/AAAAAAAABSA/Oz0olQxSDOc/s320/SAM_0470.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">In my bathroom. Thinking I should change the yellow tinge to blue</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-J4c31K4ksVU/TYWbLasZ30I/AAAAAAAABR4/b6-7kAQfc_M/s1600/SAM_0497.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-J4c31K4ksVU/TYWbLasZ30I/AAAAAAAABR4/b6-7kAQfc_M/s320/SAM_0497.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cupboard front in my sideboard</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="color: #999999;">I am not sure really why I am taking so many photos of the inside of my house.. Oh, hang on. Yes I do know. I should be doing my talk for TAFE. Huh! Go figure. Nothing much has changed since high school. Still leave it all to the last minute. Thought I might be a bit more disciplined by now. Obviously not...</div><br /><br /><i><b>Ciao for now... </b></i><br /><br /> <a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85869/jellyshane/b28b24eec562c0b51e03e25ad323b16c.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0pt none ! important;" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">You might also like...<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538295267652217302-8353727189146527825?l=jellyshane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Just Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395003829371149755noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538295267652217302.post-21288902590751819332012-02-27T07:07:00.000+11:002012-02-27T07:07:55.958+11:00just Coffee...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nKdx8gGHNuA/TifU4bnZbAI/AAAAAAAABdU/c5J8S310USU/s1600/tumblrcoffee.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nKdx8gGHNuA/TifU4bnZbAI/AAAAAAAABdU/c5J8S310USU/s400/tumblrcoffee.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://ysvoice.tumblr.com/post/7863991503/cafe-au-lait"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Image</span></a></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><br />Needing a bit of this after attending a conference a-l-l weekend and predicting a busy week ahead. The family bonded very nicely with me out of the picture. I received a text from the Silver Fox asking me where my gym clothes were as he was doing a wash! Awww! It is SO good to have him back. Me? I was getting me some edu-mi-cation, sleeping in a luxurious hotel room, having meals prepared for me, mingling with professionals.....<br /><br />Someone has to do it!<br /><br />But in all seriousness, this sort of outing is r-e-a-l-l-y good for the soul. Boosts those little emotional bank quickly to replenish the energy stores for weeks. I have been in my industry for more than 17 years and take the opportunity to catch up with colleagues from the 'old days', find out what they are up to on a professional and personal front. Motivation is increased and a sense of kinship and silent support lingers for months ahead.<br /><br />So thanks for the planets aligning so I can easily step out of my usual life for 24 hours of educational and emotional nourishment. <br /><br />Remember, take time to replenish your petrol tanks, even if it is just with little things like a catch up for coffee...<br /><br /><br /><br />Ciao for now... <br /><br /><br /><br /> <a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85869/jellyshane/b28b24eec562c0b51e03e25ad323b16c.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">You might also like...<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538295267652217302-2128890259075181933?l=jellyshane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Just Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395003829371149755noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538295267652217302.post-34582299724925282622012-02-24T19:37:00.000+11:002012-02-24T19:37:45.975+11:00just Teaching...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o4YzpSAtzmw/T0YQ5kWkxkI/AAAAAAAAB2w/8HYSR7CAVeo/s1600/teacher1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="301" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o4YzpSAtzmw/T0YQ5kWkxkI/AAAAAAAAB2w/8HYSR7CAVeo/s400/teacher1.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://icouldvedanced.tumblr.com/page/8%20"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Image</span></a></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />So, remember how I finished my Cert IV in Training and Assessment?<br />Then I applied for a casual job in a TAFE?<br />Then got an interview?<br />Then got the job? <br /><br />Well, they rang me last week to do my first teaching session<br /><br />"Why not?" I said to myself. "I can do this. I am in my 40s. I can do anything really" <br /><br />So I said "I'd love to" to my boss as "why not" might have sounded a bit... well... flippant<br /><br />So. Job Done.<br /><br />I have my first teaching session<br /><br />Did I mention it is a t-h-r-e-e (3) hour teaching session?<br /><br />3 hours!!!!<br /><br />OMG!!! <br /><br />Best whip something up I suppose. Jeepers!! None of this 1/2 hour here or sitting in on a session there....<br /><br />Nope.<br /><br />Straight in to the deep end<br /><br />Oh well, I can do this<br /><br />I'm sure<br /><br />Can't I?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> Ciao for now...<br /><br /> <a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85869/jellyshane/b28b24eec562c0b51e03e25ad323b16c.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">You might also like...<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538295267652217302-3458229972492528262?l=jellyshane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Just Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395003829371149755noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538295267652217302.post-22660801170756388922012-02-23T20:48:00.000+11:002012-02-23T20:48:55.704+11:00just SNAP...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5lqyVepOZ48/T0YKaJI72kI/AAAAAAAAB2o/R1Lq-gh6mdM/s1600/keepcalm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5lqyVepOZ48/T0YKaJI72kI/AAAAAAAAB2o/R1Lq-gh6mdM/s400/keepcalm.jpg" width="342" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.google.com.au/imgres?q=keep+calm+and+sleep&hl=en&client=firefox-a&hs=7qq&sa=X&rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&biw=1920&bih=876&tbm=isch&prmd=imvns&tbnid=AK81sRY1viqcAM:&imgrefurl=http://www.keepcalm-o-matic.co.uk/p/84528/&docid=ruu8BXRZbZYKIM&imgurl=http://www.keepcalm-o-matic.co.uk/i/84528/&w=600&h=700&ei=TAhGT7TSCcrKmQWb8umrDg&zoom=1&iact=hc&vpx=597&vpy=115&dur=2205&hovh=243&hovw=208&tx=112&ty=144&sig=117166817455286653601&page=1&tbnh=115&tbnw=95&start=0&ndsp=64&ved=1t:429,r:4,s:0"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Image</span></a></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /> I have discovered something new. Maybe an illness. Maybe I'm an inventor. Maybe... I'm getting old?<br /><br />What is it?<br /><br />It is "The SNAP"<br /><br />Sound interesting?<br /><br />Read on....<br /><br />It is a "Sudden Nap" aka SNAP. It occurs anywhere, anytime and can last anywhere from 5 minutes to 8 hours.<br /><br />When I least expect it... Boom! I'm gone-ski to the land of nod<br /><br />It usually happens during the last 5 minutes of a long awaiting TV show so the ending is n-e-v-e-r known. It even happens when I am sitting in a chair even. Sitting people, sitting!!<br /><br />I'm not sure why it is happening now. Maybe I am catching up after the Silver Fox being away for 9 months. 9 months of broken sleep. Not sure.<br /><br />All I know is that it comes in very handy sometimes to have a little "snap"<br /><br />I'm liking it AND I can highly recommend it<br /><br /><br /> Ciao for now... <br /><br /><br /> <a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85869/jellyshane/b28b24eec562c0b51e03e25ad323b16c.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">You might also like...<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538295267652217302-2266080117075638892?l=jellyshane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Just Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395003829371149755noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538295267652217302.post-30901262771878713492012-02-22T07:22:00.000+11:002012-02-22T07:22:04.124+11:00just Bliss...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sHqhrhV5LPc/T0P7ZYAjL2I/AAAAAAAAB2Y/lEoeO_iVtT8/s1600/SAM_1411.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sHqhrhV5LPc/T0P7ZYAjL2I/AAAAAAAAB2Y/lEoeO_iVtT8/s320/SAM_1411.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Miss T and the Silver Fox together</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />Life has been sweet since the Silver Fox has been back. It has been..... so easy really. I didn't think it would as I thought we would have a bit of a settling-in period. Oh, don't get me wrong, we did disagree about brands of tuna and which shop has the best roast chickens - all the important stuff. But. He has been so engaged in our family life. More so than I remember before he went away for 9 months. More so than.... well, forever really.<br /><br />He drives Miss T home from school, goes to teacher/parent meetings, picks Mater T up from Scouts, does the shopping and washing (<i>Hmmm, I'm a bit OCD about my washing and after my good Witchery T-shirts were put in the dryer.....)</i>, takes Master T BMX riding for h-o-u-r-s, even arranged a run with Miss T this morning at 5.30!! Look I know that to some of you this sounds perfectly normal but in my family the Silver Fox has always worked long hours and was just not around for all the usual stuff. When they asked him to work on Saturday he said 'I have missed more than 9 months of Saturdays with my family, I won't be working Saturdays'. or words to that effect. He is also less stressed and is so relaxed.<br /><br />I think this little one has something to do with our family life sailing smoothly. The love she has created is amazing and she is so very sweet. <br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZLuJvdd8vPA/T0P6zcX-lVI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/dEyUmol_5Co/s1600/SAM_1398.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZLuJvdd8vPA/T0P6zcX-lVI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/dEyUmol_5Co/s320/SAM_1398.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Miss Ginger Sass</td></tr></tbody></table><br />So, life is pretty good here at the moment. Pretty darn good...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Ciao for now...<br /><br /> <a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85869/jellyshane/b28b24eec562c0b51e03e25ad323b16c.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">You might also like...<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538295267652217302-3090126277187871349?l=jellyshane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Just Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395003829371149755noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538295267652217302.post-13434377645178315162012-02-21T16:04:00.001+11:002012-02-21T16:05:15.602+11:00Surprise...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dEKXxy50A0Y/T0MlgKFGoTI/AAAAAAAAB2A/AxybHXQ53I4/s1600/byron4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dEKXxy50A0Y/T0MlgKFGoTI/AAAAAAAAB2A/AxybHXQ53I4/s1600/byron4.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>I have booked a little surprise for my sister and I when we go to Byron for our couple of nights together... We aren't staying here but having a little...visit, shall we say!<br /><br />She will be very excited........ to say the least.<br /><br />Got to spoil a Sister now don't we?<br /><br /><br /> Ciao for now...<br /><br /> <a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85869/jellyshane/b28b24eec562c0b51e03e25ad323b16c.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">You might also like...<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538295267652217302-1343437764517831516?l=jellyshane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Just Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395003829371149755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538295267652217302.post-29054786886126296662012-02-20T06:45:00.000+11:002012-02-20T06:45:43.785+11:00Bath Anyone?...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t1GR7YnqJJ4/T0FLMA_nUmI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/TnQKB43waDo/s1600/SAM_1393.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t1GR7YnqJJ4/T0FLMA_nUmI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/TnQKB43waDo/s320/SAM_1393.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FXZHY_2XxHw/T0FL4iKobwI/AAAAAAAAB0g/1DW_SNcjgh4/s1600/SAM_1395.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FXZHY_2XxHw/T0FL4iKobwI/AAAAAAAAB0g/1DW_SNcjgh4/s320/SAM_1395.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />The above view greets me every morning and although it might look enticing, we overlook a park so a bath on the verandah would not be the secluded, relaxed experience it should be. There is trouble here. Big time!<br /><br />We still have a water leak in the bathroom. All stemming from '<a href="http://jellyshane.blogspot.com.au/2011/05/wet-sleeve-saga.html">the Great Flood</a>' back in 2011.<br /><br /><br />Now as the Silver Fox built the house and knows every nail, every screw, every nook and cranny.... he is perplexed to say the least. Infact perplexed doesn't really describe his angst. I believe the following photos best describe his feelings:<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EO5ow7cWayU/T0FMn60zteI/AAAAAAAAB0o/do7HPLHvDS4/s1600/SAM_1392.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EO5ow7cWayU/T0FMn60zteI/AAAAAAAAB0o/do7HPLHvDS4/s320/SAM_1392.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-czW3Qfgco7E/T0FNJGXgaUI/AAAAAAAAB0w/O6SjgbFwRsk/s1600/SAM_1379.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-czW3Qfgco7E/T0FNJGXgaUI/AAAAAAAAB0w/O6SjgbFwRsk/s320/SAM_1379.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bath? What bath?</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yFq_P6Ypmtg/T0FOXUeNqnI/AAAAAAAAB1A/XOanqc8yr1o/s1600/SAM_1380.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yFq_P6Ypmtg/T0FOXUeNqnI/AAAAAAAAB1A/XOanqc8yr1o/s320/SAM_1380.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Shower mixer- gone-ski</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VziGQEVBFAo/T0FPgrPwQ3I/AAAAAAAAB1Q/RSLA_70Lgnk/s1600/SAM_1385.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VziGQEVBFAo/T0FPgrPwQ3I/AAAAAAAAB1Q/RSLA_70Lgnk/s320/SAM_1385.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><br />Yep. Demolished bathroom, taps off, toilets out, laundry shoots murdered, vanities shifted and skirtings off. To no avail. He still hasn't found that leak as it sneakily drips down the laundry shoot to the laundry, swelling the gyprock and pooling below.<br /><br /><i>(Bit dramatic this morning am I not?)</i><br /><br />Here is a quick few pics of the scene from the laundry up.<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XAEcQNY20wY/T0FQoJ3dH4I/AAAAAAAAB1g/yjmFrUdYkXI/s1600/SAM_1377.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XAEcQNY20wY/T0FQoJ3dH4I/AAAAAAAAB1g/yjmFrUdYkXI/s320/SAM_1377.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Looking up from the laundry</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vN4HfC7g7fk/T0FO_0Nm1wI/AAAAAAAAB1I/IZsMtMV9JlU/s1600/SAM_1388.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vN4HfC7g7fk/T0FO_0Nm1wI/AAAAAAAAB1I/IZsMtMV9JlU/s320/SAM_1388.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Looking down the laundry shoot from the bathroom</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br />So we are in limbo. Betwixed and between. what now? Does he put it all together with fingers crossed and hope for the best? Probably not. Probably get out his Indiana Jones hat and keep searching.<br /><br />Luckily we are at the beginning of our internet time so I am able to upload all these photos..... (only 6 months left on my contract and then I am out of there....)<br /><br />Have a lovely Monday folks, <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> Ciao for now... <br /><br /><br /><br /> <a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85869/jellyshane/b28b24eec562c0b51e03e25ad323b16c.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">You might also like...<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538295267652217302-2905478688612629666?l=jellyshane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Just Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395003829371149755noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538295267652217302.post-14698085119181474482012-02-17T17:35:00.001+11:002012-02-17T21:44:53.482+11:00Friday Hooray....I've brought work home with me this weekend. Tricky to do in my line of business but I am w-a-y hehind in the paperwork department so nose to the grindstone it wil be. After my challenge, the washing, getting Ginger clipped, seeing my parents, a bike ride, finishing cleaning my bedroom and the kitchen, having an early morning walk with my gorgeous friend and her doggies....<br /><br />Phew! Feel weary already<br /><br />Master T has just fallen off his scooter so I've dried his tears, patched up where he has scrapped off some bark and put his wrist in ice. I am pleased to see he can wiggle his wrist nicely now as Friday night at our local Emergency is somewhat interesting but borders on spooky really. We have done it before. Him and I. When he broke the left wrist after a nasty skateboard stack at a crazy-hair disco. His hair was blue. The Emergency staff and patrons were none surprised. We were outshone by the crazy lady wearing gold spandex.<br /><br />So hooray that we don't need to visit on this occasion. <br /><br />I have started back on my Challenge at the gym and tomorrow we have stairs. Noice! Is it wrong that I really look forward to having a coffee and bacon and eggs with my team mates after? Only on a Saturday but the thought keeps me trying harder. Yesterday I did a 5 km run AND a 7.5 km bike ride. Please don't think I am bragging, it is just that I am still amazed that I can do it and live! <br /><br /><br />No pic today as I have sent this from my IPad and can't figure out how? <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Ciao for now... <a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85869/jellyshane/b28b24eec562c0b51e03e25ad323b16c.png" border="0" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">You might also like...<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538295267652217302-1469808511918147448?l=jellyshane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Just Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395003829371149755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538295267652217302.post-71628037789602743472012-02-16T17:52:00.001+11:002012-02-16T17:57:04.416+11:00just Humid...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cm0D3nLy2gw/TzylZLWOPVI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/c4zwgbACVPI/s1600/kissing-in-the-rain+%2525283%252529_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cm0D3nLy2gw/TzylZLWOPVI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/c4zwgbACVPI/s400/kissing-in-the-rain+%2525283%252529_large.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://amizingbelieve.blogspot.com/2011/06/amazing-kiss-in-rain.html"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Image</span></a></td></tr></tbody></table>Where we live it gets hot and steamy. Not really this sort of 'hot and steamy' but it rains alot and everything sort of gets soggy and sticky. The floors and furniture get wet and our clothes sort of get musty. Not painting a very good picture am I of life here? It is what it is. We live on the coast and rain is part of our weeks. But really in Australia, rain is a part of our lives. And droughts come to think of it.<br /><br />I digress...<br /><br />So when the Silver Fox was on his cleaning frenzy we sorted out our walk in wardrobe and he borrowed a humidifier from the neighbours to 'see what would happen', after noting that it was kind of musty in there. He is like that. A bit of an experimenter at times.<br /><br />So he shut the door of the wardrobe and turned on the humidifier.<br /><br />Guess how much water it collected.<br /><br />Go on guess. Now the room isn't airtight so apparently it was also drawing air from the the bedroom.<br /><br />Guess how much.<br /><br />So far.....<br /><br /><b>38 </b>liters of water!<br /><br />Yep. You read right. <b>38 </b>f-l-i-p-p-i-n-g liters of water from the atmosphere in my wardrobe/bedroom.<br /><br />I wonder how much is lurking in the rest of the house?<br /><br />Weird huh?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Ciao for now... <br /><br /><br /> <a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85869/jellyshane/b28b24eec562c0b51e03e25ad323b16c.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">You might also like...<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538295267652217302-7162803778960274347?l=jellyshane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Just Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395003829371149755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538295267652217302.post-60413969999288869182012-02-14T20:32:00.000+11:002012-02-14T20:32:17.682+11:00Frugal February...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--PqQzu0jgcw/TzonRa3DdRI/AAAAAAAAB0I/ldGLIaLoSJM/s1600/loveFeb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--PqQzu0jgcw/TzonRa3DdRI/AAAAAAAAB0I/ldGLIaLoSJM/s400/loveFeb.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.google.ca/imgres?q=time+doesn%27t+exist&start=239&um=1&hl=en&sa=N&biw=1366&bih=536&tbm=isch&tbnid=AXK1yx0nlN48QM:&imgrefurl=http://mfranco.xanga.com/%3Funi58732953-direction%3Dn%26uni58732953-nextdate%3D10%252F19%252F2010%2B16%253A17%253A7.000&"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Image</span></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br />It is nearly half the way through the month and I haven't even discussed "Frugal February" with you yet. It was <a href="http://fauxfuchsiastyle.blogspot.com.au/2012/02/fuchsia-nation.html">Faux Fuchsia</a> who got me thinking about it. And also <a href="http://jellyshane.blogspot.com.au/2011/03/just-reading.html">Sarah Ban Bretchnach</a> talks about being 'frugal' alot as being creative rather than stingy.<br /><br />So we decided to tag along with this thriftiness and not to spend anything that wasn't necessary. No sales, no treats, just living with the basics. No <a href="https://www.brandsexclusive.com.au/user/registration/login/?next=/">Brands Exclusive</a>. Nothing flash or fancy. Just the basics.<br /><br />Yep, we can do basics. Luckily the washing machine and the pool filter had the decency to need replacing b-e-f-o-r-e February. (<i>I'm still waiting for the third breakdown. They come in three's you know. Ask anyone and they will agree</i>)<br /><br />Now today is the day that the Silver Fox and I met 24 years ago. Valentine's Day. Aaawww! I saw him across a crowded room and baa-boom! Well, sort of... The crowded room was a nightclub. And I was sort of out on a date with a nice guy I worked with at a Mexican Restaurant. We weren't on a date at a Mexican restaurant, we worked together AT said restaurant. So, I met up with the Silver Fox the following week. What sort of girl did you think I was to jilt my date!!! We were married some 2 years later. Aaawwww....<br /><br />But, I think the Silver Fox is r-e-a-l-l-y enjoying this Frugal February business, especially on Valentine's Day. It means no gift. I mean, no bought gift. He says yes to love, a home cooked dinner and us being together. Sounds just right doesn't it? I heard on the news that Australians will spend $300 million dollars on Valentine's presents. That's a lot of money isn't it?<br /><br />Look, the Silver Fox wasn't first in line for the romantic gene although he is very romantic in a non-consumer way. He likes the 'thought' rather than the hooplah. I know he has the right idea but a little part of me l-o-v-e-s 'hooplah'.<br /><br />Back to Frugal February. It is rather liberating to say 'no' I must admit. To ask yourself 'do I r-e-a-l-l-y need that?'<br /><br />Anyone for Miser March. The Silver Fox thought of it!!<br /><br /><br /> Ciao for now...<br /><br /><br /><br /> <a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85869/jellyshane/b28b24eec562c0b51e03e25ad323b16c.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">You might also like...<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538295267652217302-6041396999928886918?l=jellyshane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Just Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395003829371149755noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538295267652217302.post-1863717100069160152012-02-13T08:00:00.000+11:002012-02-13T08:00:57.591+11:00Weekend Delight...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1IvqrZT1sRM/TzglqOUoNaI/AAAAAAAABz4/8NjVNQWAn6A/s1600/SAM_1209.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1IvqrZT1sRM/TzglqOUoNaI/AAAAAAAABz4/8NjVNQWAn6A/s320/SAM_1209.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Balancing just right...</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HzaQAGzkvXc/TzgoMAgRbdI/AAAAAAAAB0A/Mv1p6zjch70/s1600/SAM_1226.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HzaQAGzkvXc/TzgoMAgRbdI/AAAAAAAAB0A/Mv1p6zjch70/s320/SAM_1226.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Someone buried the dog as she slept!</td></tr></tbody></table><br />Lovely weekend full of family, birthdays and the beach. Miss T and I had an 8km walk with Miss Ginger along the beach. It is probably the first time that Miss T hasn't whinged the whole time. She must be growing up!! The boys went to the skate park for hours and came back hot, tired and happy.<br /><br />My gorgeous Dad turned 75 and we are all clubbing together to buy him a new laptop with wireless connection so he can get 'on line' from anywhere. My Mum has dementia and as his current computer is in the garage, he doesn't get much 'alone' time to surf the net. Hopefully this will change with the laptop and he can top up his own emotional petrol tank more frequently. Life is a bit tough caring for someone with dementia. My Mum is a little fiesty to say the least and even simple tasks can require lots of negotiation! When he buys all his bits we will send Miss T over to 'set him up'. Teenagers are good like that.<br /><br />It was also my gorgeous Sister's birthday and I have posted her down a little something to add to her gift. We have changed the way we give pressies to the adults. For birthdays we give a set amount of money so the person can buy something they really want. We give the same amount to each adult and then at Christmas time we only give to the children. I l-o-v-e it because it works so well. Last year I got a DKNY watch for my birthday and the Silver Fox put his money towards an iphone. LJ (Sister) and I are counting down the days to our weekend away. Can't wait to have some quality time with her.<br /><br />Sad about Whitney isn't it? It is a real pity people are not aware of their worth or their value. <br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>My computer speed has once again returned. Maybe it is time to change my plan to accommodate my internet-hungry family rather than be throttled 2 weeks prior to paying the bill.</i></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> Ciao for now... <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85869/jellyshane/b28b24eec562c0b51e03e25ad323b16c.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0pt none ! important;" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">You might also like...<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538295267652217302-186371710006916015?l=jellyshane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Just Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395003829371149755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538295267652217302.post-19811622612259187582012-02-11T21:44:00.000+11:002012-02-11T21:44:19.696+11:00Memories...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MM8zjf3THbI/TzZGBF3jFmI/AAAAAAAABzw/mVPP6BuCypo/s1600/memorybox.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="289" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MM8zjf3THbI/TzZGBF3jFmI/AAAAAAAABzw/mVPP6BuCypo/s400/memorybox.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: xx-small;">From Google</span></i></td></tr></tbody></table><br />The Silver Fox and I were cleaning the bedroom, sorting drawers... moving the bed, as you do, when we came across a special memory box I have in my cupboard.<br /><br />We peeked inside.<br /><br />There were magazines from when Master T was born, an old softball glove of mine from when I was in primary school, complete with a worn patch on the outside where I used to put my pointer finger outside the glove. Not sure why but from memory we all did it.<br /><br />There were confirmation gifts for the kiddies, in safe keeping, including a dive watch for Master T from my brother which still keeps perfect time and is big enough to fit the Silver Fox so it might need to be in safe keeping for a few more years yet.<br /><br />There was even a gorgeous gold cross that was the Silver Fox's when he was confirmed. Very old that!<br /><br />Hmmm, what else? Finger puppets from Ikea meant for a present for someone, my old school tie complete with badges, numerous commemorative coins: Commonwealth Games from 1988, Charles and Di getting married and a 1/2 oz gold coin. There was a Bunnykins china set, kept so safe that I don't think anyone actually used it. Bit sad really as that double handled mug would have been very much loved I'm sure. There was even a couple of broaches of my grandmothers made from fly fishing lures. Well, never worn as yet but maybe one day...<br /><br />But<br /><br />There was also an airline ticket. Kept safe. So safe that the ink had completely faded away even though I kept it in paper. I am unsure whose it was and as a reminder for which grand occasion? Was it Miss T's first flight or when we sent her to visit her Aunty, by herself, when she was 5 (<i>5!!! - the things we did to her</i>)<br /><br />Sad really<br /><br />I wonder what else in my other little bundles of memories has faded away?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> Ciao for now... <br /><br /><br /> <a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85869/jellyshane/b28b24eec562c0b51e03e25ad323b16c.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">You might also like...<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538295267652217302-1981162261225918758?l=jellyshane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Just Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395003829371149755noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538295267652217302.post-78546456549759337002012-02-08T09:03:00.001+11:002012-02-08T09:05:01.757+11:00just Heavenly...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x4iVfIwhVSw/TzGfJuJ0dOI/AAAAAAAABzo/SZ_Xupijp7Q/s1600/Blue+hills.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240px" sda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x4iVfIwhVSw/TzGfJuJ0dOI/AAAAAAAABzo/SZ_Xupijp7Q/s320/Blue+hills.jpg" width="320px" /></a></div>My sister and I have set a date for our yearly weekend away together - just the two of us- that we last had in 2007. Done. She is booking her flights tonight and we have decided on Byron Bay as a destination. There are a couple of girlfriends we would like to invite eventually but for now it will just be the two of us. Her and Me. Maybe when we get settled in a routine of taking our yearly get-together, well, yearly, then we might invite our gorgeous friends along. But for now it will just bet he two of us. Hanging out. Having walks. Laughing. Talking.Filling up those emotional petrol tanks. I am soooooo looking forward to it. <br /><br />Why Byron? well, it has it all doesn't it? Hills, beach. lighthouse, restaurants, shops..... (<em>See tempting huh? No you can't come along this time. Maybe next time OR maybe I can meet you there for a cuppa</em>)<br />Haven't worked out the details yet of kids, dog, hubbie, school, Saturday sports.... But you know what? I believe in deciding on the goal and the rest will work out. What do you think? Have an idea of where you want to be and how to get there will just happen.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Ciao for now... <br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85869/jellyshane/b28b24eec562c0b51e03e25ad323b16c.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">You might also like...<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538295267652217302-7854645654975933700?l=jellyshane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Just Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395003829371149755noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538295267652217302.post-7579023529699493412012-02-05T14:24:00.000+11:002012-02-05T14:24:00.376+11:00just Glorious..<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hjKcKFllDB4/Ty31ZtzL5oI/AAAAAAAABzc/swcqO8h1T-M/s1600/SAM_1188.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hjKcKFllDB4/Ty31ZtzL5oI/AAAAAAAABzc/swcqO8h1T-M/s400/SAM_1188.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">See? glorious!</td></tr></tbody></table><br />The weather here has been fan-tasma-gorical! Sunshine galore. Here's what we have been doing:<br /><ul><li>Took the dog for a run</li><li>Boys spent 3 hours at the skate park</li><li>Moved a chest of drawers into my room</li><li>Took Miss T grocery shopping</li><li>Planned the evening meals for 1 week and bought all the ingredients</li><li>Swim at the beach</li><li>Weekly dose of McGuiver (<i>he met a Sasquach today</i>)</li><li>Moved by bedroom around and filled those lovely empty drawers</li></ul>Nothing much, pottering really. What have you been doing? <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> Ciao for now...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85869/jellyshane/b28b24eec562c0b51e03e25ad323b16c.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">You might also like...<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538295267652217302-757902352969949341?l=jellyshane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Just Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395003829371149755noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538295267652217302.post-50419761391855127752012-02-03T18:49:00.002+11:002012-02-03T19:37:07.328+11:00just Hanging Loose...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rPCfvNjFqbU/TyuRQJzxFFI/AAAAAAAABzU/t4IJRFTpo4I/s1600/SAM_1239.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rPCfvNjFqbU/TyuRQJzxFFI/AAAAAAAABzU/t4IJRFTpo4I/s320/SAM_1239.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Designed and produced by the very talented Miss T one afternoon at the beach. As you do!</td></tr></tbody></table><br />You will be pleased to know that the hair saga turned out just fine. I neither looked like a victim of a bear attack nor a clown. In fact, most people didn't really notice and I was able to feel confident again that when people were talking to me they weren't wondering if my mother had been a skunk (<i>white stripe down my parting - varying in width more noticeably each passing week</i>)<br /><br />Sigh...<br /><br />What have I been up to? Well, there must be a full moon a-coming because the health industry has been slightly left field all week, not to mention the 28 phone calls I had a day needing to be actioned. Dear world, please note that even though you might like yoghurt, it can not be the o-n-l-y thing in your diet, you need to eat other stuff too. See what I mean?<br /><br />Sigh...<br /><br />I have my challenge starting again tomorrow and that will include a fitness test and measurements. I like this first session to be over but I like someone making me exercise even more. Bring on more health I say. I have been very good during the break: no drinking still, healthy diet and lots of activity.<br /><br />Sigh...<br /><br />The Silver Fox is STILL on holidays and this will be the longest time he has e-v-e-r had off since 1994 when we did a camping holiday around the west coast of America. He has had the cleaning bug this week and has been doing room by room with sanitizer, cleaning windows, cleaning s bends of the sinks (<i>he kindly left me the contents of mine to see: nice</i>), washing walls, tidying drawers... Who am I to argue?<br /><br />He was looking for a lost sock and discovered that the bathroom upstairs is STILL leaking (see here regarding the <a href="http://jellyshane.blogspot.com.au/2011/05/wet-sleeve-saga.html">Great Flood of 2011</a>). Now the bathtub is outside on my balcony, the laundry chute is missing (<i>leaving a very quick shortcut to the laundry should this be desired or infact come as a complete surprise to the unaware during the middle of the night</i>) and he STILL hasn't found exactly where the leak is coming from and is talking about digging up the tiles! Joy!<br /><br />So, I guess we are just hanging out this weekend. First week back at school for us and we have some happy/sad campers but I will save that for another time...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> Ciao for now...<br /><br /><br /><br /> <a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85869/jellyshane/b28b24eec562c0b51e03e25ad323b16c.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">You might also like...<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538295267652217302-5041976139185512775?l=jellyshane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Just Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395003829371149755noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538295267652217302.post-27879809508521512512012-01-29T15:16:00.002+11:002012-01-29T18:54:17.525+11:00just a Bear Attack..<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7l17XI0Jp88/TyTDrSDV3PI/AAAAAAAABzM/Y_kuryb1va8/s1600/redhair1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7l17XI0Jp88/TyTDrSDV3PI/AAAAAAAABzM/Y_kuryb1va8/s400/redhair1.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/21933140"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Image</span></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br />The Silver Fox and I are close. Very close. So I let him into the secret circle. The circle of trust. Of honour. I trusted him with my little secret...<br /><br />I let him dye my hair.<br /><br />I know, I know... I was putting a lot of trust in someone not familiar with "the business". He has never dyed HIS hair hence the "Silver Fox"nickname. It is not because he is old or sneaky. He is silvery-gray. Very distinguished it is too - on a male.<br /><br />Not as alluring on a female me thinks.<br /><br />So, armed with Garnier's promise of "covering gray", I wrapped on old towel around my shoulders and declined his kind offer to remove other pieces of my upper body clothing. I told him my usual hairdresser didn't make those requests.<br /><br />He also seemed genuinely shocked at the amount of hair that needed covering.<br /><br />He was also quite alarmed at the colour the dye was turning as he applied it. The box said "Crimson Promise". He thought it was more like "Bear Attack Red". Hmmm, catchy name don't you think? Master T came in exclaiming that he could smell Redskin lollies and that I had better share them if I have any. This was indeed very different to my usual hairdressing experience. Maybe that is another name that could be considered too. Must be hereditary this naming business.<br /><br />The Silver Fox insisted on massaging in the colour in such vigorous circular motions that I am not confident a comb will be able to untangle those lovingly-made knots without removing most of my hair hence making the need to dye it in the first place quite obsolete.<br /><br />I am currently at the 25 minute mark prior to "blending the colour through to the tips". His look of disbelief that this will all work out okay without looking like something from the circus is a refreshing change to my usual hairdressing experience.<br /><br />I'm not usually nervous getting this done however his novice approach has me hoping that I will come out of this dark brown with a hint of chestnut as opposed to "Bear Attack Red" or "Redskin Red".<br /><br />You never know, these versions could become trendy don't you think?<br /><br />Wish me luck but if you see someone walking down the street looking like they escaped from the circus, say "hi" to me won't you?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> Ciao for now... <br /><br /> <a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85869/jellyshane/b28b24eec562c0b51e03e25ad323b16c.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">You might also like...<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538295267652217302-2787980950852151251?l=jellyshane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Just Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395003829371149755noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538295267652217302.post-45456290412972672632012-01-27T10:20:00.000+11:002012-01-27T10:20:09.457+11:00just Inspiration...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zCB7UmZU9so/TyHdHYTBSFI/AAAAAAAABzE/PQu5PyzVYzs/s1600/clouds-cute-raining-Favim.com-267797_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="272" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zCB7UmZU9so/TyHdHYTBSFI/AAAAAAAABzE/PQu5PyzVYzs/s400/clouds-cute-raining-Favim.com-267797_large.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/21245562"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Image</span></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br />Raining...<br /><br />Still.<br /><br />Never mind. It is lovely to be dry and cosy on such a wet day. This is the end of Master T's holidays and plans need to be changed to indoor excitement that involves movies, popcorn and maybe some cooking of biscuits or even dinner. Not that he is concerned. He is keen to go back to school mind you. This will be his last in Primary. Already! Time flies doesn't it? Miss T still has a few more days. <br /><br />I am in need of some inspiration.<br /><br />To get things done. To achieve. To move forward.<br /><br />Holidays have that affect on me. To slow the pace of my life. I like it. For a while, but am looking forward to routine, time limits and goals. To being busy. To cram things in..<br /><br />A busy person gets more done I think.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> Ciao for now...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85869/jellyshane/b28b24eec562c0b51e03e25ad323b16c.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">You might also like...<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538295267652217302-4545629041297267263?l=jellyshane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Just Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395003829371149755noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538295267652217302.post-76094546602350316842012-01-25T13:21:00.000+11:002012-01-25T13:21:09.425+11:00just Ewan and Charlie... I have a passion for Ewan McGregor. And Charlie Boorman. I l-ov-e them. Not obsessively. I was riveted to The long Way Round and the Long Way Down. Not sure why but long after the family was asleep, I would still be watching. Ewan seems to pop up in movies here and there. And I think Charlie seems like such a nice fellow too. Am I obsessed by motorbikes? No. Not sure what the attraction is but since watching the both of them in their "Long Way..." series, I have been a fan of both Ewan and Charlie. Here are some pics from Google Images:<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZXjWAHe3yNY/Tx9kf2UDAXI/AAAAAAAABw8/AK8vkLWocbY/s1600/ewan1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZXjWAHe3yNY/Tx9kf2UDAXI/AAAAAAAABw8/AK8vkLWocbY/s1600/ewan1.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aLhQaVFqiXM/Tx9khEgdMCI/AAAAAAAABxE/Q6-tMBVabXo/s1600/ewan2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aLhQaVFqiXM/Tx9khEgdMCI/AAAAAAAABxE/Q6-tMBVabXo/s1600/ewan2.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HBLuMC5CZjs/Tx9kkAvoxdI/AAAAAAAABxU/a6QavHaAEVs/s1600/ewan4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HBLuMC5CZjs/Tx9kkAvoxdI/AAAAAAAABxU/a6QavHaAEVs/s1600/ewan4.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-grvjp87xVUM/Tx9kmh2icNI/AAAAAAAABxc/rTEs1_z9Bik/s1600/ewan5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-grvjp87xVUM/Tx9kmh2icNI/AAAAAAAABxc/rTEs1_z9Bik/s1600/ewan5.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6AWfg1i0Fuw/Tx9l_Si8S0I/AAAAAAAAByc/h0vvwO7tLl8/s1600/ewan6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6AWfg1i0Fuw/Tx9l_Si8S0I/AAAAAAAAByc/h0vvwO7tLl8/s1600/ewan6.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6ETMPwB3j0I/Tx9mAtuHO5I/AAAAAAAAByk/dtcFaTsquv8/s1600/charlie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6ETMPwB3j0I/Tx9mAtuHO5I/AAAAAAAAByk/dtcFaTsquv8/s1600/charlie.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IGQ1rDyRTb0/Tx9mByTQB4I/AAAAAAAABys/NiMOnPekcWw/s1600/charlie1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IGQ1rDyRTb0/Tx9mByTQB4I/AAAAAAAABys/NiMOnPekcWw/s1600/charlie1.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j8uwklZN5jY/Tx9mDhnqdSI/AAAAAAAABy0/A47nXWf408E/s1600/charlie2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j8uwklZN5jY/Tx9mDhnqdSI/AAAAAAAABy0/A47nXWf408E/s1600/charlie2.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d1pINCLNxw4/Tx9mER4pQ1I/AAAAAAAABy4/oTiGPUZkEDg/s1600/charlie4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d1pINCLNxw4/Tx9mER4pQ1I/AAAAAAAABy4/oTiGPUZkEDg/s1600/charlie4.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /> Ciao for now... <br /><br /> <a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85869/jellyshane/b28b24eec562c0b51e03e25ad323b16c.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">You might also like...<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538295267652217302-7609454660235031684?l=jellyshane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Just Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395003829371149755noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538295267652217302.post-75486299897205762702012-01-24T09:42:00.000+11:002012-01-24T09:42:18.727+11:00just Rain...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Upk66B2xRfU/Tx3h2A90vaI/AAAAAAAABws/S84iSElQOcM/s1600/rain2_jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Upk66B2xRfU/Tx3h2A90vaI/AAAAAAAABws/S84iSElQOcM/s320/rain2_jpg" width="244" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.pinterest.com/jellyshane">Image</a></td></tr></tbody></table><br />What a wet day today!! You know what that means?<br /><br />Cleaning.<br /><br />Yep.<br /><br />Great day for cleaning. <br /><br /><br /> Ciao for now...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85869/jellyshane/b28b24eec562c0b51e03e25ad323b16c.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">You might also like...<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538295267652217302-7548629989720576270?l=jellyshane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Just Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395003829371149755noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538295267652217302.post-38750540605320517082012-01-22T18:28:00.000+11:002012-01-22T18:28:28.553+11:00Family Time...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tobmcsw6AG8/Txu52IjeHII/AAAAAAAABwc/pMJlbt2n5-E/s1600/SAM_1361.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tobmcsw6AG8/Txu52IjeHII/AAAAAAAABwc/pMJlbt2n5-E/s400/SAM_1361.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Just chillin' out</td></tr></tbody></table><br /> Last day of the Silver Fox' holiday so we celebrated by the two of us taking Ginger for a 1<span style="font-size: x-small;">1/2</span> hour walk along the beach. We talked about goals for 2012, hopes, dreams and the good old '<i>what would you do if you won 2 million dollars</i>' sort of conversation. It was nice 'us' time with the kids sleeping still. We have had such a lovely time whilst he has been home connecting again. We have sorely neglected our family and friends but they understand we need to be together after 9 months away with minimal quality contact. We did talk on the phone every night but it is definitely not the same. One of the things I have really noticed is that I get driven places now, I don't need to do all the driving. Very nice.<br /><br />Today we had a 16 km bike ride to our local town (<i>there and back with minimal hills. Sounds more impressive than it really is</i>) with Ginger in the basket. The start was delayed due to my flat tyre, my 12TH flat tyre and the Silver Fox in his "McGuyver" mode was even unable to fix it - (<i>something about vulcanized rubber being the best but no longer on the market</i>) Thankfully my gorgeous neighbour came to the rescue and lent me her bike (<i>as the thought of riding one of the SF's BMX bikes with its low skinny seat had me envisaging a trip to the local hospital to get the seat surgically removed after the event</i>). There was even a nice big basket so in went Ginger and she was chauffeur driven the whole way there and back.<br /><br />We met my parents for an ice-cream, fixed up a breakfast date for me for during the week and caught up with friends. Unfortunately it p-o-u-r-e-d the last 5 minutes of the journey and we were soaked to the skin. Never mind. I did get a very reproachful look from Ginger as she sat in the basket wet through. We have nearly all had our showers now and might just be able to squeeze in a movie before bed.<br /><br />I have the week off so will need to focus on establishing some sort of return to usual bedtimes, no doubt meeting some resistance. Holidays are so relaxed compared to the usual weekly routine. We have a few things on our agenda but not too much.<br /><br />Cheers to a sleep in for me or should I make the Silver Fox's breakfast?<br /><br /><br />Naaah, don't want to spoil him<br /><br /><br /><br /> Ciao for now...<br /> <a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85869/jellyshane/b28b24eec562c0b51e03e25ad323b16c.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">You might also like...<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538295267652217302-3875054060532051708?l=jellyshane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Just Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395003829371149755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538295267652217302.post-11236317705878320322012-01-20T16:39:00.000+11:002012-01-20T16:39:41.508+11:00Simple Style...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9EJt1RS36Ko/TfcyLWVHbQI/AAAAAAAABaI/w0CVMQRnT3w/s1600/tumblrlounge.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9EJt1RS36Ko/TfcyLWVHbQI/AAAAAAAABaI/w0CVMQRnT3w/s400/tumblrlounge.jpg" width="306" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://ysvoice.tumblr.com/post/6480968756"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Image</span></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br />I have a week's holiday next week and I have left work all up to date with notes here and there for my colleague. There is also a public holiday in there to ease the Silver Fox back into his first week of work so I will rustle up some sort of bbq / picnic / beach adventure. Maybe with friends too. We have been insular enough - time to mingle!!<br /><br />I l-o-v-e white like in the picture above. Why? Because I have had a lollypop house in the 80s: a nice Queenslander with every room a different colour, sometimes there were 2 colours in one room above and below the trophy rails. Then in the 90s I had the Mediterranean palette with shades of yellow and pale terracotta. Nice at the time but I have one word for you people: DATE. Yep, they both dated pretty darn quick. For me a white base means colour in the furnishings. And because I am older and wiser and know that it is much easier to change the furnishings than to repaint the whole house.<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xFh2Hz7nekM/Txj9tDb-kHI/AAAAAAAABwU/30-M5sdpzUg/s1600/SAM_0239.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xFh2Hz7nekM/Txj9tDb-kHI/AAAAAAAABwU/30-M5sdpzUg/s320/SAM_0239.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The "Great Room" with white walls, white architraves and colours in the furnishings...</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>In my last house I had these pale tiles that had a cute little fossil motif set in random tiles. Cute yes, retained the dirt? Most definitely. They a-l-w-a-y-s looked filthy and my dream was to tile over them but the Silver Fox gave my some poor excuse about tile heights, doorways, clearances..... This house has timber floors done with a semi gloss finish although it was a compromise between me wanting satin and the Silver Fox wanting full gloss. (<i>I still think satin would have been better</i>)<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iuUswd-Gj6Q/Txj8M_kXHII/AAAAAAAABwM/mUsJMI7QBRQ/s1600/P7250001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iuUswd-Gj6Q/Txj8M_kXHII/AAAAAAAABwM/mUsJMI7QBRQ/s320/P7250001.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Stairs with Queensland birch (or is it Australian birch?)</td></tr></tbody></table> What is your style philosophy? What do you l-o-v-e?<br /><br /><br /><br />Ciao for now...<br /> <a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85869/jellyshane/b28b24eec562c0b51e03e25ad323b16c.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0pt none ! important;" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">You might also like...<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538295267652217302-1123631770587832032?l=jellyshane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Just Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395003829371149755noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538295267652217302.post-4417191467026488462012-01-19T19:38:00.000+11:002012-01-19T19:38:28.305+11:00just Contact...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w-hUhn7JtVQ/TxfUoSCrdGI/AAAAAAAABvk/N2gOqHeWVWE/s1600/SAM_1221.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w-hUhn7JtVQ/TxfUoSCrdGI/AAAAAAAABvk/N2gOqHeWVWE/s320/SAM_1221.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ahh, the simplicity</td></tr></tbody></table>I l-o-v-e covering books with contact. Yes contact!! I even offer to cover the school library books... in my spare time!! I know, how insane is that.<br /><br />I've just come back from school-supply-shopping. There were lots of sullen faces when buying school shoes let me tell you!! I needed to remind Miss T that school sandshoes are not a fashion accessory! They are just sandshoes and that to see her morose face was going to need to change. She did offer to buy her own Nikes. An offer which was readily accepted however no more was said after she saw the price of them. Funny about that!<br /><br />This is the first year that we have had to buy our own school books for Miss T as usually we purchase a pack from the school. Not this year though. No packs on offer. It has made me realize how spoilt we have been to date. Do you think that they throw in a red herring just to send parents crazy? I think so. I couldn't begin to find the Aquarella colour pencils even after four shops. Hmmm, warped sense of humour? Like at the gym there is an exercise where you have to balance on your feet and hands and touch the opposite foot to your hand underneath your body and then behind your back. It takes l-o-a-d-s of concentration, tongue held just right. I am sure the instructors put it in for entertainment value!!<br /><br />I take special effort to cover my work diary very carefully with trendy paper and contact. Yes indeed, I have mastered the art of contacting books. I get the kids to cut out pictures, glue them to the book and then I cover the books with contact. Look, I let them have a go but let's face it, contact is tricky stuff indeed. No doubt there are many stories to tell.....<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cbljMHiSjNY/TxfVMnZxZPI/AAAAAAAABvs/VzJu-cj3bb0/s1600/SAM_1222.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cbljMHiSjNY/TxfVMnZxZPI/AAAAAAAABvs/VzJu-cj3bb0/s320/SAM_1222.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Those mitered corners</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NPgvrVT2GL4/TxfVzeeiOTI/AAAAAAAABv0/-4-NTUCQSmc/s1600/SAM_1224.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NPgvrVT2GL4/TxfVzeeiOTI/AAAAAAAABv0/-4-NTUCQSmc/s320/SAM_1224.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The sleek-ish-ness of it all</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><br /><br />Ciao for now...<br /><br /><br /><br /> <a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85869/jellyshane/b28b24eec562c0b51e03e25ad323b16c.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">You might also like...<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538295267652217302-441719146702648846?l=jellyshane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Just Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395003829371149755noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538295267652217302.post-30757917339763517192012-01-18T07:49:00.000+11:002012-01-18T07:49:00.044+11:00just Creativeness...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TwXXOVpzHUU/TxUj8EATH5I/AAAAAAAABuU/PMJa1FPIa-s/s1600/SAM_1191.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TwXXOVpzHUU/TxUj8EATH5I/AAAAAAAABuU/PMJa1FPIa-s/s320/SAM_1191.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Master T's creation</td></tr></tbody></table>I've neglected you. I'm sorry. It is just that life has been so busy with the Silver Fox home and a new puppy, plus work... and children... and school holidays....<br /><br /><br />You know what it is like....<br /><br /><br />But. We have been having a great time!! We have had family visiting, 70th birthdays, friends having sleep overs, hanging out at the beach for h-o-u-r-s! (umbrella insitu plus an esky of healthy food each time)<br /><br /><br />Great times really<br /><br /><br /><br />The Teenie / Tweenie got creative with the old cooking too. Master T baked a superb cake and decorated it in a 'beach' theme with a palm tree as the centrepiece made from chocolate and icing. Miss T baked some strawberry and cream cupcakes and went with a flower theme. Fondant was the key ingredient and it is amazing how creative my gorgeous children can be. See for yourself.<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oHxooBN03uM/TxUpvHRJ_sI/AAAAAAAABuk/RzaL_FA38pw/s1600/SAM_1195.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oHxooBN03uM/TxUpvHRJ_sI/AAAAAAAABuk/RzaL_FA38pw/s320/SAM_1195.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Desert Island perhaps?</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fOYUc7Xriao/TxUsLI3wnBI/AAAAAAAABus/yPg36hivLpE/s1600/SAM_1198.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fOYUc7Xriao/TxUsLI3wnBI/AAAAAAAABus/yPg36hivLpE/s320/SAM_1198.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Miss T with her strawberry and cream delights</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G8EtsvXdh80/TxUufzOp6rI/AAAAAAAABu0/ZdNyyvpQ5Hw/s1600/SAM_1200.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G8EtsvXdh80/TxUufzOp6rI/AAAAAAAABu0/ZdNyyvpQ5Hw/s320/SAM_1200.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A close up. Such detail, so colourful...</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EkAFHSO7veo/TxUzZHp8xUI/AAAAAAAABvE/hibSCbbn-Ng/s1600/SAM_1217.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EkAFHSO7veo/TxUzZHp8xUI/AAAAAAAABvE/hibSCbbn-Ng/s320/SAM_1217.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The neighbours even got into the groove</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o8zgWnooOYg/TxU1t6LVRcI/AAAAAAAABvM/QK4JoQnFPv4/s1600/SAM_1219.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o8zgWnooOYg/TxU1t6LVRcI/AAAAAAAABvM/QK4JoQnFPv4/s320/SAM_1219.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is a chocolate zucchini cake, made for us with love! Recipe<a href="http://jellyshane.blogspot.com/2010/11/zucchini-cake.html"> here</a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br />Miss Ginger now has the nickname 'Ninja" as she can go a bit feral in the evenings. Very entertaining.<br /><br />Oh, and I got rid of Austar. Finally. The Silver Fox is traumatized. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Too bad...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> Ciao for now...<br /><br /> <a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85869/jellyshane/b28b24eec562c0b51e03e25ad323b16c.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">You might also like...<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538295267652217302-3075791733976351719?l=jellyshane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Just Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395003829371149755noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538295267652217302.post-90599446486156511582012-01-17T18:19:00.000+11:002012-01-17T18:19:13.162+11:00just Attitude...<center><a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/11/02/646.jpg"><img border="0" height="281" src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/11/02/s_646.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="210" /></a></center><br /><br /><br />That's the spirit. A sandwich with attitude! It would be a brave kiddy to eat this little duck! Are you thinking about school lunches yet? I'm not. I have a week's holiday next week. Can't wait...<br /><br />Would love to blog more but internet not being cooperative. Thinking Master T and his ipod are behind the mess...<br /><br /><br />Ciao for now...... <br /><br /><br />Just Martha<br /><br />Posted via IPad<div class="blogger-post-footer">You might also like...<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538295267652217302-9059944648615651158?l=jellyshane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Just Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395003829371149755noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538295267652217302.post-29732026167223753312012-01-11T06:23:00.001+11:002012-01-11T06:39:05.033+11:00Balance...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z_R436fy6rQ/TtXg-8ZbWTI/AAAAAAAABnw/TF6HHbwymoQ/s1600/balance.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z_R436fy6rQ/TtXg-8ZbWTI/AAAAAAAABnw/TF6HHbwymoQ/s400/balance.jpg" width="375" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/197947346091372368/"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Image</span></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><br /><br />This describes life with a teenager perfectly I think. The Silver Fox is having an interesting time letting Miss Teenie be more independent. He has nine months of training to catch up on. They are finding their way together. A bit of give and take from each side, building that trust. Interesting to watch really.<br /><br />Him and Master T go to the skate park nearly every day for a few hours. They are also getting on track and are planning a little holiday away with another family of boys. Sounds pretty good to me: surfing, skating and boy stuff. Ahhh, the joy!<br /><br />Have a lovely day sweet bloggers. Hello to my heavenly new followers. We have Mother-in-Law's 70th birthday this weekend and Miss T is going to video the whole thing, edit it and set it to music. She is good like that. I will do her up a photo album and have a cheese cake and a fruit salad to whip up. Sound like it will be fun doesn't it?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Ciao for now... <a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85869/jellyshane/b28b24eec562c0b51e03e25ad323b16c.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">You might also like...<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538295267652217302-2973202616722375331?l=jellyshane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Just Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395003829371149755noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538295267652217302.post-68518249282002439022012-01-08T18:46:00.001+11:002012-01-08T20:17:34.464+11:00Life is a Beautiful Thing...<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Qc8ZbVcdHpg?fs=1" width="480"></iframe><br /><br />This is so very lovely. It will bring tears to your eyes. I think it is going to be this sort of year: kindness, thoughtfulness, sharing....<br /><br /><br /><br />Get the tissues<br /><br /><br /><br />Don't say I didn't warn you<br /><br /><br /><br />(<i><span style="font-size: x-small;">not being slack with posts. We were throttled again after 2 weeks of internet so still have 2 weeks of go slow to go. Hmmm, me thinks Teenie/Tweenie have something to go with it. Might be some serious throttling go on here too. You never know</span></i>) <br /><br /><br /><br />Ciao for now...<br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85869/jellyshane/b28b24eec562c0b51e03e25ad323b16c.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">You might also like...<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538295267652217302-6851824928200243902?l=jellyshane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Just Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395003829371149755noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538295267652217302.post-62734342308673856712012-01-03T18:49:00.000+11:002012-01-03T18:49:20.941+11:00Toilet Training...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WOylzmHln1Y/TwKywuuOxxI/AAAAAAAABuM/cJfj0W1Zcls/s1600/SAM_1186.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WOylzmHln1Y/TwKywuuOxxI/AAAAAAAABuM/cJfj0W1Zcls/s400/SAM_1186.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Aawwww!!!</td></tr></tbody></table><br />Ahhh, the joy!! Toilet training is going very well. For me anyway. I take Ginger outside diligently at a-l-l hours and say "wee wee" (as you do). As I watch her sniffing around (you can't rush these things), I need to go to the toilet!!! So, as I hop from one foot to the other, trying to ignore the light rain and the neighbour's automatic watering system, she is sitting watching me with her head on the side. When I finally dash inside to use the toilet, she does a wee on the floor...<br /><br />Yep, going v-e-r-y well indeed. I do declare that I am fully toilet trained. On command. Not a bad effort really. Now, if I could just sort the dog out...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> Ciao for now...<br /><br /><br /> <a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85869/jellyshane/b28b24eec562c0b51e03e25ad323b16c.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">You might also like...<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538295267652217302-6273434230867385671?l=jellyshane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Just Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395003829371149755noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538295267652217302.post-11263589572519411652012-01-02T17:58:00.000+11:002012-01-02T17:58:34.472+11:00just Reality...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lveXRXg41d0/TwFU_GUrdQI/AAAAAAAABuA/YyXdTMmtCGI/s1600/SAM_0725.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lveXRXg41d0/TwFU_GUrdQI/AAAAAAAABuA/YyXdTMmtCGI/s400/SAM_0725.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Glorious day!!!</td></tr></tbody></table><br />Aaah, it was good while it lasted. Back at work tomorrow. Have spent the last few days at the creek or the beach, picnic in hand, relaxing and chilling out with my family. It has been heavenly. We are all settling back in nicely as a foursome. Yippee!!<br /><br /><br />Back to the gym tomorrow too. My rules are 6 days per week. I'm like that. All or nothing. Whole block of chocolate or none. I best have none. I haven't really overindulged during the silly season which is good. I still have 5 kg to lose as part of my 'plan'. It will take blood, sweat and tears. I know it. Sigh!<br /><br />Catching up with friends next weekend for more relaxing, swimming, hanging out. Met some new neighbours today and they said "oh, your the family with the cute dog". Yep, that's us. She draws a crowd wherever we go. I don't think I have met so many new people in such a short period of time.<br /><br />Slowly, life is creeping back to normal. I can hear strange noises coming from my washing machine so I had best find that receipt and check my warranty. Sigh again!! I hope it is easy to find and won't fall victim to my '<a href="http://jellyshane.blogspot.com/2010/07/safe-places.html">safe place</a>' debacle!!! <br /><br />The Silver Fox made some scrumptious salt and pepper calamari last night and we ate the leftovers today. It is good to have him back...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> Ciao for now... <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85869/jellyshane/b28b24eec562c0b51e03e25ad323b16c.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">You might also like...<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538295267652217302-1126358957251941165?l=jellyshane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Just Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395003829371149755noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538295267652217302.post-33082540827366224962012-01-01T11:31:00.000+11:002012-01-01T11:31:37.264+11:00Day 1...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lQbUSjoNr48/Tfcyws95W7I/AAAAAAAABaM/po0S5wX_V_A/s1600/tumblrchairs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="396" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lQbUSjoNr48/Tfcyws95W7I/AAAAAAAABaM/po0S5wX_V_A/s400/tumblrchairs.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://ysvoice.tumblr.com/post/6481073719"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Image</span></a></td></tr></tbody></table>This would be a good start to the year wouldn't it? We are relaxing. Master T is just getting breakfast (at 11.22am) and Miss T is baking strawberry and cream cup cakes. As you do. I didn't make any resolutions except to learn to swim properly. Like r-e-a-l-l-y properly. Did you make any? I managed to stay up until 1am-ish chatting to neighbours. Noice!<br /><br />It is a bit cloudy here but soon we will gather our stuff and traipse down to the beach: boogie boards, chairs, watermelon, drinks and dog. A nice way to spend the first day of the year I think, just hanging out.<br /><br />I have great hopes for 2012 which include health, happiness and love. I will cope with whatever the year brings and will cherish those in my life. I will be brave, and strong, calm and giving. And I WILL have a couple of nights away with my sister.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><i><b>Ciao for now...</b></i><br /><br /> <a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85869/jellyshane/b28b24eec562c0b51e03e25ad323b16c.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0pt none ! important;" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">You might also like...<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538295267652217302-3308254082736622496?l=jellyshane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Just Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395003829371149755noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538295267652217302.post-1452439444182386722011-12-30T08:47:00.001+11:002011-12-30T08:53:29.604+11:00Family Time....<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q1gDyuq5f58/TvzhNI4VmiI/AAAAAAAABt0/hbr2HInmil8/s1600/New_Year_s_Eve_230010s_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q1gDyuq5f58/TvzhNI4VmiI/AAAAAAAABt0/hbr2HInmil8/s400/New_Year_s_Eve_230010s_large.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/20203029"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Image</span></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br />It is so nice to just hang out together. Master T is still asleep. Miss T has taken Ginger for a walk, the Silver Fox is cleaning up. Me? Need to vacuum but don't want to wake Master T just yet. Good excuse? Thought so too. Might just tidy, wash etc. I spent last night laughing at our silly puppy. She goes a bit hyperactive at times.<br /><br />No plans for new year as yet. I kind of like it that way. Might just be us and the kids, maybe playing board games and eating a nice meal. Maybe one that doesn't involve ham. <br /><br />What are you doing for NYE? Do you make resolutions? <br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Ciao for now...<br /> <a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85869/jellyshane/b28b24eec562c0b51e03e25ad323b16c.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0pt none ! important;" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">You might also like...<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538295267652217302-145243944418238672?l=jellyshane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Just Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395003829371149755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538295267652217302.post-36826644216836334042011-12-28T17:08:00.000+11:002011-12-28T17:08:01.035+11:00just Relaxing...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sUN8AVU6Q8o/TvqxMnrjMPI/AAAAAAAABto/OHlYUkMD3a8/s1600/beachchair.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sUN8AVU6Q8o/TvqxMnrjMPI/AAAAAAAABto/OHlYUkMD3a8/s400/beachchair.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/12783691"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Image</span></a></td></tr></tbody></table>Aaah, this is the life. Well, it's not me but this is what we are doing. Beach, walk, relax, bike ride, relax, sleep in... did I say relax?<br /><br />Ginger is settling in very well, kids are very attentive still (well, it has been a week), family visiting, left overs galore.<br /><br /><br /><br />Ham anyone?<br /><br /><br /><br />Ciao for now...<br /><br /><br /><br /> <a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85869/jellyshane/b28b24eec562c0b51e03e25ad323b16c.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">You might also like...<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538295267652217302-3682664421683633404?l=jellyshane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Just Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395003829371149755noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538295267652217302.post-26377113953966576412011-12-24T09:06:00.000+11:002011-12-24T09:06:40.322+11:00Merry Christmas To All...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--EbMAyvdyzI/TvT0IsXMMSI/AAAAAAAABro/9sqtI4IOQ-I/s1600/SAM_1107.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--EbMAyvdyzI/TvT0IsXMMSI/AAAAAAAABro/9sqtI4IOQ-I/s320/SAM_1107.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Some new decorations</td></tr></tbody></table>Might sign off now for a while this Christmas Eve. Have people arriving for the next few days, cars to pick up, prawns to buy and a Teenie bike to pick up. It is wonderful having the Silver Fox at home. It is like he hasn't been away really but that little hole in my heart is fixed again with him being here. <br /><br />Wishing you all a wonderful, safe Christmas and a happy and healthy New Year. Take care dear Bloggers, you are all so very special...<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cmrUazLxlPU/TvTvex-jTOI/AAAAAAAABqc/AYDxRsvFfnQ/s1600/SAM_1104.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cmrUazLxlPU/TvTvex-jTOI/AAAAAAAABqc/AYDxRsvFfnQ/s320/SAM_1104.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ye old Chrissy tree</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XhXGJqdAU28/TvT4zJ07SfI/AAAAAAAABss/tIfB5aUdFsY/s1600/SAM_1108.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XhXGJqdAU28/TvT4zJ07SfI/AAAAAAAABss/tIfB5aUdFsY/s320/SAM_1108.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mmmmm</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1Rd_JEWR0bg/TvT5jwFfh5I/AAAAAAAABs4/ukTSbb0oXD0/s1600/SAM_1111.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1Rd_JEWR0bg/TvT5jwFfh5I/AAAAAAAABs4/ukTSbb0oXD0/s320/SAM_1111.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Reminders of the Star Wars phase</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_i6SaNg8X2w/TvT6H05adyI/AAAAAAAABtE/elODNspP60g/s1600/SAM_1118.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_i6SaNg8X2w/TvT6H05adyI/AAAAAAAABtE/elODNspP60g/s320/SAM_1118.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Daughter 2002</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMhduIqvVAk/TvT6jE04mUI/AAAAAAAABtQ/UvosIh59nGI/s1600/SAM_1120.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMhduIqvVAk/TvT6jE04mUI/AAAAAAAABtQ/UvosIh59nGI/s320/SAM_1120.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mr Royale Nutcracker</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y929H7n1rkU/TvT6-2CjOiI/AAAAAAAABtc/xYvEK3Vnr_c/s1600/SAM_1121.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y929H7n1rkU/TvT6-2CjOiI/AAAAAAAABtc/xYvEK3Vnr_c/s320/SAM_1121.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Door ornament from Disney World</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><br /> Ciao for now...<br /><br /><br /> <a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85869/jellyshane/b28b24eec562c0b51e03e25ad323b16c.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">You might also like...<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538295267652217302-2637711395396657641?l=jellyshane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Just Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395003829371149755noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538295267652217302.post-57271126103447221402011-12-22T22:03:00.000+11:002011-12-22T22:03:25.621+11:00Reaction? ... Priceless!Sorry to rabbit on about our new little friend but here is 'the' video that says it all. I had a little trouble taking it as the tears were streaming down my cheeks at the excitement of it all.<br /><br />Enjoy... (not very long either)<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e47bd4924cdfd386" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De47bd4924cdfd386%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1333580063%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7DBBAADE439BFCE7DBD4BE58B4A118192CF66465.5817FE8E121DD612DAD92DAA917A0D60D1E33332%26key%3Dck1&iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De47bd4924cdfd386%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D8HIq8Rijdlbg8gYBGWzhpLLgXrY&autoplay=0&ps=blogger"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De47bd4924cdfd386%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1333580063%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7DBBAADE439BFCE7DBD4BE58B4A118192CF66465.5817FE8E121DD612DAD92DAA917A0D60D1E33332%26key%3Dck1&iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De47bd4924cdfd386%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D8HIq8Rijdlbg8gYBGWzhpLLgXrY&autoplay=0&ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /></object></div><br /><br /><br />Ciao for now... <br /> <a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85869/jellyshane/b28b24eec562c0b51e03e25ad323b16c.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">You might also like...<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538295267652217302-5727112610344722140?l=jellyshane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Just Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395003829371149755noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538295267652217302.post-84700195131337937332011-12-22T07:28:00.000+11:002011-12-22T07:28:48.655+11:00Welcome Little One...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QZN54fpuawE/TvG4WmuEd2I/AAAAAAAABpo/ggPf-oJz7M0/s1600/SAM_1129.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QZN54fpuawE/TvG4WmuEd2I/AAAAAAAABpo/ggPf-oJz7M0/s320/SAM_1129.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Miss Ginger Sass</td></tr></tbody></table><br />It all went according to plan. We picked the Silver Fox up and boot-scooted off to the cargo building. The kiddies had no idea as we said we were picking up, well, cargo. Simple but effective. When we walked in the man said "are you here for the puppy? She is really cute" Miss T just jumped around like a mad thing. Master T kept saying how he couldn't believe it. Introducing Miss Ginger Sass, Poodle/Cavalier cross. And gorgeous.....<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IeaiEfxvIxE/TvG5fhKrPnI/AAAAAAAABp4/rNAFnRTvHEs/s1600/SAM_1140.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IeaiEfxvIxE/TvG5fhKrPnI/AAAAAAAABp4/rNAFnRTvHEs/s320/SAM_1140.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The smiles say it all...</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nw4Zmp11WEI/TvG6CsWfFJI/AAAAAAAABqA/aqDxHC-aSSk/s1600/SAM_1141.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nw4Zmp11WEI/TvG6CsWfFJI/AAAAAAAABqA/aqDxHC-aSSk/s320/SAM_1141.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">She looks right at home</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><br /><br /> Ciao for now...<br /><br /><br /><br /> <a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85869/jellyshane/b28b24eec562c0b51e03e25ad323b16c.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">You might also like...<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538295267652217302-8470019513133793733?l=jellyshane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Just Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395003829371149755noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538295267652217302.post-53321865104044481562011-12-21T07:35:00.000+11:002011-12-21T07:35:49.082+11:00Big Day...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iw1ymNd0KVA/TvDw6aAdgCI/AAAAAAAABpg/vhUUWJUpR3E/s1600/plane.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iw1ymNd0KVA/TvDw6aAdgCI/AAAAAAAABpg/vhUUWJUpR3E/s400/plane.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/19372991"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Image</span></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br />Today is a very big day for our little family. The Silver Fox arrives home for good (so far) to a glorious 4 weeks of holidays. AND....... we pick up our newest family member right after he arrives!!!! Hooray!! Best get that camera ready for those surprised little faces...<br /><br />Have a wonderful day dear Bloggers....<br /><br /> Ciao for now...<br /><br /> <a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85869/jellyshane/b28b24eec562c0b51e03e25ad323b16c.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">You might also like...<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538295267652217302-5332186510404448156?l=jellyshane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Just Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395003829371149755noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538295267652217302.post-18175192640266764342011-12-20T17:12:00.000+11:002011-12-20T17:12:05.112+11:00Hello Santa...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--lDlJKMghzk/TvAmukdcCLI/AAAAAAAABpY/YfytdikLWGE/s1600/santa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="233" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--lDlJKMghzk/TvAmukdcCLI/AAAAAAAABpY/YfytdikLWGE/s400/santa.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The man himself...</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br />Have you seen the Portable North Pole website that sends a gorgeous message to your child from Santa? You create the message and it is specific to your child. Totally amazing and they will be utterly impressed. Want to give it a go? <a href="http://www.portablenorthpole.tv/home">Here</a> is the link. It will bring tears to your eyes let me tell you. <br /><br /><br /><br /> Ciao for now...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85869/jellyshane/b28b24eec562c0b51e03e25ad323b16c.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">You might also like...<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538295267652217302-1817519264026676434?l=jellyshane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Just Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395003829371149755noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538295267652217302.post-66288880658892995232011-12-19T06:45:00.000+11:002011-12-19T06:45:21.195+11:00Wrapping<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xGMZZf3RObc/Tth-OyFmwzI/AAAAAAAABoA/V2nPBgdcLS4/s1600/pinterestwrapping.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xGMZZf3RObc/Tth-OyFmwzI/AAAAAAAABoA/V2nPBgdcLS4/s400/pinterestwrapping.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/194077065161630549/"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Image</span></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><br />Looking for inspiration or are you all done?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Ciao for now... <a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85869/jellyshane/b28b24eec562c0b51e03e25ad323b16c.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">You might also like...<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538295267652217302-6628888065889299523?l=jellyshane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Just Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395003829371149755noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538295267652217302.post-17550608529453282712011-12-16T17:41:00.001+11:002011-12-16T19:22:25.832+11:00Things I Know...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xOmy6x4x1F4/Tur_R0eXjII/AAAAAAAABpQ/ME2ae8ozLAg/s1600/SAM_1043.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xOmy6x4x1F4/Tur_R0eXjII/AAAAAAAABpQ/ME2ae8ozLAg/s400/SAM_1043.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kite Festival at Kirra - Gorgeous</td></tr></tbody></table><br /> Well, it has been a big year for us in this little household and it is a time for reflection, I think anyway. Here are some of my thoughts and observations:<br /><br />---The Silver Fox and I often talk for 1 hour on the phone each night. New for us but it sort of morphed this way out of necessity. In some ways we are closer than before, even though we are further apart, if you get me<br /><br />---I officially have the job at the TAFE. I am a casual teacher and I may work frequently or infrequently. That is the way it is so I won't give up my day job just yet<br /><br />---I finished my health challenge at the gym - 12 glorious fun filled action packed weeks. Guess what? I won the overall female champion. Yay! I won 2 nights at a Peppers Resort for 2 and have until October 2012 to use it. No worries. I also won the best increase in strength overall and the challenge of going to extra classes for I month. That prize was a voucher at a restaurant. Nice huh? I have enjoyed it so very much and made a deal with myself to do exercise every day at 6 am. So far so good. Maybe the endorphins have finally kicked in! <br /><br />---SF and I are very excited at getting a puppy and know the kiddies will go insane with glee. We will pick her up on Wednesday after we pick up the Silver Fox from the airport. The SF is back for good, hopefully, and on holidays for 1 month<br /><br />---My gorgeous children both did very well in their report cards. Yay!<br /><br />---I have finally cancelled Austar after 3 attempts as they kept giving me great discounts. We were down to paying $11 per week for most channels except sports and movies. It was very hard to cancel and they wanted a reason. It was originally a present for the SF from my family for 1 year. They wouldn't accept this as a reason so I told them it was destroying my family life. Not far from the truth really when I had to drag Master T off nearly every day. I think a little 4 legged friend will more than distract the family now<br /><br />---I have really enjoyed being part of the blogging world and have admiration and respect for so many of you wonderful, talented, honest, funny, deep and sharing people.<br /><br /><br />What are your thoughts? What do you know?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> Ciao for now... <br /><br /> <a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85869/jellyshane/b28b24eec562c0b51e03e25ad323b16c.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">You might also like...<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538295267652217302-1755060852945328271?l=jellyshane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Just Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395003829371149755noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538295267652217302.post-74142968133958329782011-12-15T07:49:00.000+11:002011-12-15T07:49:36.644+11:00Home Again...Well, I'm home after my grand adventure with the Silver Fox - just the two of us. Teenie/Tweenie survived very well without me. I might even go as far to say my return cramped their style a bit. Makes me happy that because it means I can confidently leave them again. Haha! I would have posted before but seemed to have 'lost' all my photos on the computer and today they have magically appeared.<br /><br />Townsville was hot as. Humid. And very beautiful. Wish I had gone earlier really and taken the kiddies up for school holidays and not let the fact that I had no holidays owing or any one to cover me put me off taking the plunge. It was lovely to meet all the Silver Fox' friends and to see him joking around in a male environment with his buddies. And he l-o-v-e-d the new me! I didn't need a flower after all but he was very impressed!<br /><br />Here are some photos of lovely Townsville....<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WpMSavM6Ju0/TukFY3sB1dI/AAAAAAAABoQ/bkNvHRH8rU4/s1600/SAM_1067.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WpMSavM6Ju0/TukFY3sB1dI/AAAAAAAABoQ/bkNvHRH8rU4/s320/SAM_1067.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KvBOp5D85xc/TukJOYZMAjI/AAAAAAAABpI/v_7wD9vAT4o/s1600/SAM_1080.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KvBOp5D85xc/TukJOYZMAjI/AAAAAAAABpI/v_7wD9vAT4o/s320/SAM_1080.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aM5-GGjQqLo/TukGXd9MA9I/AAAAAAAABog/8-EncyOXuDI/s1600/SAM_1075.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aM5-GGjQqLo/TukGXd9MA9I/AAAAAAAABog/8-EncyOXuDI/s320/SAM_1075.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W4BqoxIpI5A/TukF32swgBI/AAAAAAAABoY/ZTAl0AanCYg/s1600/SAM_1070.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W4BqoxIpI5A/TukF32swgBI/AAAAAAAABoY/ZTAl0AanCYg/s320/SAM_1070.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3H-pmT3qzMA/TukHeJpvkNI/AAAAAAAABow/24WackI00rA/s1600/SAM_1082.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3H-pmT3qzMA/TukHeJpvkNI/AAAAAAAABow/24WackI00rA/s320/SAM_1082.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dU4wOME5AWw/TukICCd9boI/AAAAAAAABo4/eVvZ_OukFFc/s1600/SAM_1084.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dU4wOME5AWw/TukICCd9boI/AAAAAAAABo4/eVvZ_OukFFc/s320/SAM_1084.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G5HjOLN5zk4/TukIq0LroJI/AAAAAAAABpA/3GcdgpwkZPc/s1600/SAM_1086.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G5HjOLN5zk4/TukIq0LroJI/AAAAAAAABpA/3GcdgpwkZPc/s320/SAM_1086.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> Ciao for now... <br /><br /> <a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85869/jellyshane/b28b24eec562c0b51e03e25ad323b16c.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">You might also like...<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538295267652217302-7414296813395832978?l=jellyshane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Just Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395003829371149755noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538295267652217302.post-63368297902968039152011-12-14T16:57:00.000+11:002011-12-14T16:57:38.938+11:00Worry Not...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ovalbv2RUr8/TtXfymfDGTI/AAAAAAAABng/C-Uq9wYhRGU/s1600/worry.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ovalbv2RUr8/TtXfymfDGTI/AAAAAAAABng/C-Uq9wYhRGU/s400/worry.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/197947346091385407/"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Image</span></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><br />I'm good at this worry-business. Calm on the outside but fretting on the inside. Apparently. Took me a long time to realise it and to consciously manage myself. For me exercise helps and now I have made an agreement with myself to go 6 times per week, I spend my energy wisely instead.<br /><br />What about you? Are you prone to being a worrier? Gets you nowhere does it? Except zap your strength just as Mary Engelbriet says.<br /><br />She is wise that Mary.<br /><br /><br />Ciao for now...<br /><br /><br /> <a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85869/jellyshane/b28b24eec562c0b51e03e25ad323b16c.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0pt none ! important;" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">You might also like...<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538295267652217302-6336829790296803915?l=jellyshane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Just Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395003829371149755noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538295267652217302.post-73541624844398314122011-12-10T07:18:00.000+11:002011-12-10T07:18:36.995+11:00Adventure...<center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/12/09/1797.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/12/09/s_1797.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Today I'm jetting off today to see the Silver Fox and spending 2 glorious fun filled action packed days with just the two of us. Up to where he was been working for the past 9 months. His work has invited me to his Christmas party so I will frock up and have a jolly good time. The Teenie/Tweenie are spending the time with friends so will hardly notice I am gone. <br /><br />I told him I was going to be wearing a flower so he can recognize me when I hop off that plane. I have worked very hard at my fitness challenge and dropped a dress size. Today is the last day of the Challenge and I am missing out on the party and awards. Never mind. As one of the instructors always says "you are only competing against yourself" and I know I have done the best I can. <br /><br />Have a lovely weekend folks. I will take a photo or two. Apparently it is very hot and sticky up there with temperatures around 35 degrees C. Perfect for an island adventure I think....<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Ciao for now...... <br /><br /><br />Just Martha<br /><br />Posted via IPad<div class="blogger-post-footer">You might also like...<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538295267652217302-7354162484439831412?l=jellyshane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Just Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395003829371149755noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538295267652217302.post-63011778165586386482011-12-08T22:34:00.001+11:002011-12-08T22:39:27.855+11:00Secret So Shhh... Guess what? I have bought us a puppy for Christmas. In my usual shopping fashion I wanted one thing but bought another (<a href="http://jellyshane.blogspot.com/2011/02/im-not-sure-what-happened.html">here</a>). This time I wanted an IPhone but look what it turned into?<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PVcKFgAH-W0/TuCeIfZ3_TI/AAAAAAAABoI/Ic-lfMf2Ceo/s1600/pup.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="311" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PVcKFgAH-W0/TuCeIfZ3_TI/AAAAAAAABoI/Ic-lfMf2Ceo/s320/pup.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My new "IPhone" Might call her "Apple"</td></tr></tbody></table><br /> A Cavoodle!! The kids are going to be b-e-s-i-d-e themselves with joy. It is time we had a dog and here she is! I think she will help to get us all sorted back into family mode when the Silver Fox returns. She won't be very big (33cm tall) and will be an inside dog most of the time. The joy of no carpets...<br /><br />Can't wait to see their faces....<br /><br /><br /><br /> <a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85869/jellyshane/b28b24eec562c0b51e03e25ad323b16c.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">You might also like...<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538295267652217302-6301177816558638648?l=jellyshane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Just Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395003829371149755noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538295267652217302.post-68994961609524014792011-12-06T21:31:00.000+11:002011-12-06T21:31:43.251+11:00Original...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2DwSRCAzVcc/TtXhdrzxJTI/AAAAAAAABn4/LQWLTZzTzJc/s1600/Original.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2DwSRCAzVcc/TtXhdrzxJTI/AAAAAAAABn4/LQWLTZzTzJc/s400/Original.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/197947346091380772/"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Image</span></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br />I am in to positive affirmations and this is one. Quite relevant these days I think. Miss T loves to blend in with all her friends dressing the same and definitely not being original. But. Hopefully she will learn. Learn to shine, learn to stand on her own two feet and have the courage to be who she is.<br /><br />Do you? Are you all whom you can be? Do you follow or do you make your own way?<br /><br />Just think about it. That is all I am suggesting....<br /><br /><br /> Ciao for now...<br /><br /><br /> <a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85869/jellyshane/b28b24eec562c0b51e03e25ad323b16c.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">You might also like...<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538295267652217302-6899496160952401479?l=jellyshane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Just Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395003829371149755noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538295267652217302.post-2659631343830127052011-12-05T21:14:00.000+11:002011-12-05T21:14:56.193+11:00just Wrapping...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SqkVr_Wklus/TtXcyGBuDRI/AAAAAAAABnY/giS_F40KslE/s1600/wrapping.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SqkVr_Wklus/TtXcyGBuDRI/AAAAAAAABnY/giS_F40KslE/s400/wrapping.jpg" width="271" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/150729918748186918/"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Image</span></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Ciao for now... <a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85869/jellyshane/b28b24eec562c0b51e03e25ad323b16c.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">You might also like...<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538295267652217302-265963134383012705?l=jellyshane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Just Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395003829371149755noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538295267652217302.post-57293434299463409922011-12-03T13:48:00.000+11:002011-12-03T13:48:50.800+11:00Interesting Week...<center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/12/02/2864.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/12/02/s_2864.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Hi All<br /><br />It's my birthday today and I have had my last physical assessment for my Health Challenge. Yay! I was able to cut down my 2.5 km run time by a huge 4 minutes over the 12 weeks. Stoked just for that! Also stoked that I am getting competitive too! Finally!<br /><br />Had breakfast with my Challenge pals and then home to a zillion phone calls and emails. Lovely. The Silver Fox is still away but I am going up to Far North Queensland next week for 2 nights for his work Christmas party sans children. Very excited to say the least! Not just because the kids aren't coming but 2 nights with my man. Bliss! <br /><br />You know how I had my job interview this week? Well, I got an email saying that "even though recruitment has not as yet been finalized, please come to a meet and greet meeting next week". Hmmm, something tells me....I'M IN! Yay! How darn exciting is that? <br /><br />The Silver Fox will be back for good just before Christmas so it looks like 2012 will holds some good stuff.<br /><br />Have a lovely weekend everyone, I'm off to whip up a lasagna for a neighbourhood Christmas party. Might even open a bottle of champagne to celebrate....<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Ciao for now...... <br /><br /><br />Just Martha<br /><br />Posted via IPad<div class="blogger-post-footer">You might also like...<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538295267652217302-5729343429946340992?l=jellyshane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Just Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395003829371149755noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538295267652217302.post-63147193404867059622011-12-01T07:39:00.000+11:002011-12-01T07:39:05.149+11:00Believe in You...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAnIOsgPnbw/TtXgbH6POAI/AAAAAAAABno/YCG9oKO8GnY/s1600/believe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAnIOsgPnbw/TtXgbH6POAI/AAAAAAAABno/YCG9oKO8GnY/s320/believe.jpg" width="310" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br />Okay? Got that? If you tell yourself you can't do something guess what? You can't.<br /><br />Be kind to yourself<br /><br />Be mindful of what you say, what you think<br /><br />Spend today listening to yourself, to your thoughts, to what you say. Say positive stuff only<br /><br />Be kind, be positive<br /><br />Aim high<br /><br /><br /><br />Have a fab day<br /><br /><br />Ciao for now... <br /><br /> <a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85869/jellyshane/b28b24eec562c0b51e03e25ad323b16c.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">You might also like...<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538295267652217302-6314719340486705962?l=jellyshane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Just Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395003829371149755noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538295267652217302.post-84794223482150287042011-11-30T07:52:00.000+11:002011-11-30T07:52:10.665+11:00Another Nook...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UEp3Q6vyajI/ToGKQe_mYtI/AAAAAAAABg0/MsL2EKfcFbk/s1600/tumblrnook2knitting.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UEp3Q6vyajI/ToGKQe_mYtI/AAAAAAAABg0/MsL2EKfcFbk/s400/tumblrnook2knitting.jpg" width="268" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://justbesplendid.tumblr.com/post/9980380041/cozy-spot"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Image</span></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br />Another little nook. Just imagine the size of the knitting needles used to knit that stool. A painting this time, good lighting, stressed wardrobe. Nice wide floor boards too. Do you think they have a satin finish or a matte? <br /><br />Have a lovely day. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Ciao for now...<br /><br /> <a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85869/jellyshane/b28b24eec562c0b51e03e25ad323b16c.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">You might also like...<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538295267652217302-8479422348215028704?l=jellyshane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Just Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395003829371149755noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538295267652217302.post-51383538803718355302011-11-29T18:49:00.000+11:002011-11-29T18:49:47.319+11:00Job Done...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y0fyw2CERcA/TtSMzFtRjXI/AAAAAAAABnQ/zpshhgm_PmM/s1600/ikea2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="325" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y0fyw2CERcA/TtSMzFtRjXI/AAAAAAAABnQ/zpshhgm_PmM/s400/ikea2.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/16972563"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Image</span></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br />Well, I had my interview. It was a bit curly. A bit lateral.<br /><br />But<br /><br />Done<br /><br />Thank goodness!! I wasn't nervous. One of the interviewers was present by phone. New for me<br /><br /><br />Oh, look I won't be giving up my day job so to speak. Just supplementing it occasionally with some teaching.<br /><br />I hope<br /><br />I'm a bit excited. At the prospect of learning something new. Of the challenge...<br /><br />A bit scared too<br /><br />I told them that. And that I was funny.<br /><br />I hate the post - dissection <br /><br />Now I wait. <br /><br /><br /> Ciao for now... <br /> <a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85869/jellyshane/b28b24eec562c0b51e03e25ad323b16c.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">You might also like...<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538295267652217302-5138353880371835530?l=jellyshane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Just Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395003829371149755noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538295267652217302.post-70687638250338111912011-11-29T07:20:00.000+11:002011-11-29T07:20:45.094+11:00just Simple...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ht6WByaq0qU/ToGGI3s79XI/AAAAAAAABgc/4zROUoBkvQw/s1600/tumblrseating.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ht6WByaq0qU/ToGGI3s79XI/AAAAAAAABgc/4zROUoBkvQw/s400/tumblrseating.jpg" width="365" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://ysvoice.tumblr.com/post/10591154325"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Image</span></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br />I like simple. I like sleek and I like no fuss. Hmm, I'm seeing a common theme for me in these last few posts.<br /><br />Sleek.<br /><br />Simple. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Ciao for now...<br /><br /><br /><br /> <a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85869/jellyshane/b28b24eec562c0b51e03e25ad323b16c.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">You might also like...<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538295267652217302-7068763825033811191?l=jellyshane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Just Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395003829371149755noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538295267652217302.post-61509871815552050512011-11-27T17:56:00.000+11:002011-11-27T17:56:41.026+11:00Nice Nook...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja3de_hqVJI/TtB8PGzQtAI/AAAAAAAABnA/baHl06eKET0/s1600/nicenookpin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja3de_hqVJI/TtB8PGzQtAI/AAAAAAAABnA/baHl06eKET0/s400/nicenookpin.jpg" width="305" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/55872851596672286/"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Image</span></a></td></tr></tbody></table>Isn't this sweet, simple, organised? I could easily curl up there with my new Florence Broadhurst book that I still haven't even opened yet.<br /><br />But<br /><br />I have a wee job interview tomorrow...<br /><br /><br /><br />Wish me luck...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Ciao for now...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85869/jellyshane/b28b24eec562c0b51e03e25ad323b16c.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">You might also like...<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538295267652217302-6150987181555205051?l=jellyshane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Just Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395003829371149755noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538295267652217302.post-87980534975875246242011-11-25T05:57:00.000+11:002011-11-25T05:57:18.289+11:00Organise Me...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LHT9uo-Y1F4/ToGKvOJnMBI/AAAAAAAABg4/yoKKMzy-zyU/s1600/tumblroffice.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LHT9uo-Y1F4/ToGKvOJnMBI/AAAAAAAABg4/yoKKMzy-zyU/s400/tumblroffice.jpg" width="277" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://justbesplendid.tumblr.com/post/9981785100/wall-clipboards"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Image</span></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br />How sleek, how clutter free........how simply divine!<br /><br />Do you like to be organised?<br /><br />Me too<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Ciao for now... <a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85869/jellyshane/b28b24eec562c0b51e03e25ad323b16c.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">You might also like...<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538295267652217302-8798053497587524624?l=jellyshane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Just Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395003829371149755noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538295267652217302.post-73562241283897491422011-11-22T21:41:00.003+11:002011-11-23T20:09:58.191+11:00Held Hostage...<center><a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/11/22/306.jpg"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/11/22/s_306.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="240" /></a></center><br />I was recently held hostage for a while. It was terrible. It involved my new sports bra! I just had to relax and keep breathing. Want to hear about it?<br /><br />Well. I bought myself some new gym gear because, well, I've been such a good girl that I felt I deserved it really. Nice stuff it is too from a trendy brand so I got a sports bra crop top padded sort of number among other things. That was my mistake you see because I had trouble with it in the store. I was sort of betwixt, somewhere between on and off but I managed to get it off without calling for help.<br /><br />But<br /><br />I forgot the power of sweat didn't I?<br /><br />So<br /><br />There I was. Hot and sweaty, in my new sports bra crop top number, after a solid work out in the heat. If this sounds faintly erotic, it wasn't. Add that I was in a bit of a rush as I not only have to do the 'get ready' thing with washed hair, make up etc but also have 40 minutes to rouse Master T from bed to the car to be ready for school. <br /><br />So. As I tried to whip off my new bra crop top thingy which is nice and sweaty, I got stuck half way in and half way off. Breasts squished into halves if not triplets. Not a really attractive picture. And, I hasten to add, not one I could ask my 11 year old to come to my aid with as it was not a sight I wished to imprint on his pre-teen mind and risk watching him shudder with the memory of it all.<br /><br /><br />I have a bit of a gamy shoulder so after lots of huffing and puffing, groaning and jumping around, I managed somehow to wiggle it over my hips (!) not really sure how that happened.<br /><br />Now I am a bit scared to try to wear it again unless I line up a rescue team to be handy.<br /><br />Or maybe, getting the sports bra on and off IS the exercise. Maybe that is the angle they are going for...<br /><br />Wish me luck next time I have a go. Maybe this could become an official sport. Hey, maybe I could try out for the 2018 Commonwealth Games! <br /><br />Ciao for now...... <br /><br /><br />Just Martha<br /><br />Posted via IPad<div class="blogger-post-footer">You might also like...<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538295267652217302-7356224128389749142?l=jellyshane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Just Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395003829371149755noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538295267652217302.post-33815474420083117982011-11-21T17:21:00.000+11:002011-11-21T17:21:40.670+11:00just Hope...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3rCfNe2QQXE/ToGIOI3G7JI/AAAAAAAABgk/w3e7VJbS0Fg/s1600/tumblrhope.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3rCfNe2QQXE/ToGIOI3G7JI/AAAAAAAABgk/w3e7VJbS0Fg/s400/tumblrhope.jpg" width="306" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://justbesplendid.tumblr.com/post/10672424989/to-hope"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Image</span></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br />The Silver Fox was hoping to squeeze in a quick visit before he is back for good just before Christmas. But, alas, it looks like by the time he arrived he would need to be going again. He is quite gutted though as it will be 2 months since he saw the kiddies. He is having nearly the whole school holidays off with them and I think a little family camping holiday will get us all on track again to be a foursome. He works very hard and will be desperate for that time off to recharge his batteries. <br /><br />A little part of me still hopes he can swing it as it has been a bit too long between visits. I won't despair though as I know he is having a much harder time than me coping without us. I still have the hum of kids, chores, work, washing etc to fill my days. You might remember that he has turned into a fisherman since he has been away but the beginner's luck seems to have worn off and he has turned into 'Captain Catch None'. Oh dear!<br /><br />So. A message as above to those that need it. It can be a busy time of year and quite stressful too...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Ciao for now...<br /><br /><br /> <a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85869/jellyshane/b28b24eec562c0b51e03e25ad323b16c.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">You might also like...<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538295267652217302-3381547442008311798?l=jellyshane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Just Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395003829371149755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538295267652217302.post-60305794747172402412011-11-20T17:34:00.000+11:002011-11-20T17:34:42.834+11:00just Love...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JVOQGKGvebY/Tr-GTVpij2I/AAAAAAAABmo/59Lt8mG0808/s1600/pinterestlove.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JVOQGKGvebY/Tr-GTVpij2I/AAAAAAAABmo/59Lt8mG0808/s400/pinterestlove.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/509705002/?utm_source=sendgrid.com&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=pinterest.com"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Image</span></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br />Spent a nice family day today, sharing the love. The kids are very focused to earn some money so this afternoon saw cars being washed, lunches made for school tomorrow and the outdoor areas being hosed down with a couple of windows and a pool fence cleaned too. Me? Could be sitting back, glass in hand watching the action but the ironing and vacuuming beckoned.<br /><br />Still.<br /><br />Jobs done really...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Ciao for now...<br /><br /> <a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85869/jellyshane/b28b24eec562c0b51e03e25ad323b16c.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">You might also like...<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538295267652217302-6030579474717240241?l=jellyshane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Just Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395003829371149755noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538295267652217302.post-194359648906065642011-11-19T17:46:00.001+11:002011-11-19T21:31:20.246+11:00Family Date?.....<center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/11/18/3297.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/11/18/s_3297.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Miss T has a boyfriend and wanted to go on a date. To the movies to see the new Twilight film. Ahhh, this is where the issues began. You see I wanted to see the movie too but I didn't just want to hang around waiting for Miss T. So, I took Miss T by the hand, looked her straight in the eye and said that I was coming too. Look, I offered to sit far away from them but would also bring Master T. Then her boyfriend said his Mum wanted to come too. And his brother! I joked and said that his Mum and I could sit together and chat. Miss T was freaking out a bit. As you would really.<br /><br />And so it was. Miss T's first date. Sitting in a row was Boyfriend, Miss T, Master T and The Brother. One row in front and to the side the lovely Mum and me.<br /><br />Interesting first date I'm sure.<br /><br /><br />Ciao for now...... <br /><br /><br />Just Martha<br /><br />Posted via IPad<div class="blogger-post-footer">You might also like...<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538295267652217302-19435964890606564?l=jellyshane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Just Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395003829371149755noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538295267652217302.post-91276575029244348882011-11-16T18:19:00.000+11:002011-11-16T18:19:12.145+11:00just Observtions...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O2-VF9RqfZI/TsNgOCHbypI/AAAAAAAABmw/OwF0GqNFbko/s1600/wedges.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O2-VF9RqfZI/TsNgOCHbypI/AAAAAAAABmw/OwF0GqNFbko/s200/wedges.jpg" width="200" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.ninewest.com.au/wedges/w2/i1466655/"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Image</span></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br />My internet is ridiculously slow again and the kiddies don't believe I have paid the bill. I can't even go in to check my usage because I don't have that much time to hang around really. Busy week and I am a bit weary already despite it only being Wednesday. I haven't got too much to report that won't take h-o-u-r-s to upload so here are a few observation from my week thus far:<br /><br /><ul><li>I saw a fellow buying sushi from a petrol station at about 8pm at night. I found myself wondering how he would end up ie ? food poisoning. Maybe he is a rule breaker but in my books that would be o-l-d sushi and thus not to be chanced. I feel it is in the same category as buying a prawn sandwich at the corner store. I mean who would be so desperate as to risk that?</li></ul><br /><ul><li>Don't you just love predictive text? I received an invite to a dinner with a 'mortician' theme. Just as I was thinking 'hmmmm, now what could I even begin to cook for that', I received another text pointing out is was a 'Moroccan' theme. Hmmm, bit easier I think.</li></ul><br /><br /><ul><li>Look, I know I am probably alone here but I think chicken flavouring on chips is down right creepy. Think about it and you might agree too</li></ul><br /><ul><li>I have bought the most amazing shoes (<i>as above</i>) but guess what? Now I need a new dress to go with them! Any suggestions? They won't go with my black and white number I bought <a href="http://jellyshane.blogspot.com/2011/02/im-not-sure-what-happened.html">here</a></li></ul><br /><ul><li> I don't give a hoot about Kim Kardashian. Or any of them. Now you know.</li></ul><br /><ul><li>My most favourite meal in the whole world at the moment is steak with l-o-a-d-s of freshly ground pepper, melted cheese and a nice salad on the side. I've thought long and hard about this and this is the ultimate winner for me.</li></ul><br /><ul><li>Only one more night until Kevin McLeod presents a new Grand Designs. Yay!! Best get all the chores done tonight</li></ul><br /><ul><li>I have been a wild woman and have been to the gym 6 times a week!!!! Not sure what is happening to me. Maybe after 2 years of 'challenges', those endorphins are finally giving me a hankering for exercise. Hope it lasts!!!</li></ul><br />Okay gorgeous people, have a nice rest of the week. I will try to resolve my 'issues' and start writing some meaningful posts again. <br /><ul></ul><br /><br /><br /><br /> Ciao for now... <br /><br /><br /> <a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85869/jellyshane/b28b24eec562c0b51e03e25ad323b16c.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">You might also like...<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538295267652217302-9127657502924434888?l=jellyshane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Just Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395003829371149755noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538295267652217302.post-37109478838010005792011-11-14T07:20:00.000+11:002011-11-14T07:20:25.116+11:00Witchery Me....<center><a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/11/12/3873.jpg"><img border="0" height="281" src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/11/12/s_3873.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="210" /></a></center><br /><br />Hmm. Went to a Witchery shop on Saturday while Master T was doing stuff with Scouts for McHappy Day.<br /><br />I walked out with 6 tops!<br /><br /><br />How did that happen? <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Ciao for now...... <br /><br /><br />Just Martha<br /><br />Posted via IPad<div class="blogger-post-footer">You might also like...<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538295267652217302-3710947883801000579?l=jellyshane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Just Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395003829371149755noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538295267652217302.post-17671860147114157632011-11-12T16:53:00.003+11:002011-11-13T06:52:45.661+11:00Somebody That I Used To Know...<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8UVNT4wvIGY?fs=1" width="480"></iframe><br /><br />I know many people that are absolutely potty about this song.<br /><br />Me included<br /><br />Enjoy......<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Ciao for now...<a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85869/jellyshane/b28b24eec562c0b51e03e25ad323b16c.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">You might also like...<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538295267652217302-1767186014711415763?l=jellyshane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Just Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395003829371149755noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538295267652217302.post-2685181801583726492011-11-12T15:50:00.000+11:002011-11-12T15:50:20.166+11:00Milkshake Avalanche...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eHIvGEMJJx4/Tr365fNAFiI/AAAAAAAABmg/BXfnLP_Eeio/s1600/tumblrmilkshake.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="333" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eHIvGEMJJx4/Tr365fNAFiI/AAAAAAAABmg/BXfnLP_Eeio/s400/tumblrmilkshake.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/17214702"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Image</span></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br />People are really beginning to notice that the Silver Fox has been away for a very long time<br /><br />"How do you cope?" they say<br /><br />"Well", I say, "The shine is definitely coming off the whole thing but the kids are great and very helpful and more independent so I think it is a bit easier"<br /><br />Just then my phone rang. I was out having a coffee after my 1 1/2 hour "Saturday Morning Challenge" and had been doing 1 armed-push-ups, deep water running and something equally dreadful with buckets full of water.<br /><br />"Mum" (<i>it was Master T. Not a good sign as he is my anxious child so something must be up</i>)<br /><br />"Yes" I said<br /><br />"My sister was using the blender...." (<i>Oh oh, an image of strawberry milkshake on the ceiling was coming to mind</i>)<br /><br />"...and it sort of leaked everywhere and she isn't cleaning it up and she has jumped in the pool..." <br /><br />I could hear hysterical laughter in the background. I like to think it was a reaction to how much trouble she thought she would be in but tend to think that she just thought is was r-e-a-l-l-y funny as I think she was using her leg to stop the avalanche of milk...<br /><br />I knew what had happened. The blender was dismantled for cleaning and someone..... forgot to put the s-e-a-l back in as part of the reconstruction. I know. I have done it too<br /><br />Master T was asking about the mop and what to do. Bless him. His sister was still in the pool laughing<br /><br />I got off the phone and everyone was laughing. At me. Oh well. <br /><br /><br /> Ciao for now... <br /><br /><br /><br /> <a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85869/jellyshane/b28b24eec562c0b51e03e25ad323b16c.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">You might also like...<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538295267652217302-268518180158372649?l=jellyshane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Just Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395003829371149755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538295267652217302.post-36710882469958238092011-11-11T06:11:00.001+11:002011-11-11T06:12:20.605+11:00just Shocking Really...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kusCpw27bW4/TrubtIObhNI/AAAAAAAABmY/zlDdrFcpzl8/s1600/SAM_0979.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="285" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kusCpw27bW4/TrubtIObhNI/AAAAAAAABmY/zlDdrFcpzl8/s400/SAM_0979.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Now a sort of 'disco' number...</td></tr></tbody></table><br />Okay okay, you would think I could safely action another 'boy job' after all I have tackled since the Silver Fox has been slaving his guts out a mere 17 hours drive from us. I have emptied the pool thus saving the house from flooding. (<i>Well, I was ankle deep in water which was lapping at the back door- don't tell him that bit</i>). I have diagnosed a sickly car, found a mechanic and hey presto fixed! I saved us from "<a href="http://jellyshane.blogspot.com/2011/05/wet-sleeve-saga.html">The Great Flood</a>". I have taken out the garbage each week. On time and remembering the correct bin.... loads of stuff, important stuff... boy stuff.<br /><br />So. I needed to change a light bulb. In the kitchen. Over the island. (<i>Just setting the scene</i>)<br /><br />"Ha" I said, to no one in particular. I had made the Silver Fox buy a few last time he went to Bunnings so I had some spares in stock. He has this infuriating habit of going out especially to get a light bulb and only coming home with one, the replacement. So this time I m-a-d-e him lash out and buy 3.<br /><br /><i>I digress</i><br /><br />I found said stock which was put in a safe place but I was fortunate enough to remember their exact location without too much trouble (<i>on top of the fridge</i>).<br /><br />Unscrewed the old bulb. Screwed in the new bulb...<br /><br />When.... snap, crackle, pop!! Bang!!! Sparks everywhere. Fuse blown. Plunged into darkness!!<br /><br />I confidently made my way to the fuse box (<i>we are intimate</i>), flicked the fuse, lights on...<br /><br />Made my way back to the kitchen where 2 (!) bulbs were blown and the other 2 were flicking in a sort of disco/fluro type of arrangement. Hmmm, never seen that before. Bit scared to change the other two lights really at this stage...<br /><br />Spoke to the Silver Fox the next day after I realised that a little 'rest' overnight had made little difference to the situation.<br /><br /><i>Silence</i><br /><br />"Did you turn the power off before you changed the bulb?"<br /><br /><br />"No, not really" I said. "Didn't think it would make a difference" I said.<br /><br /><i>Silence</i><br /><br />"Apparently it does" he said. "You could have been killed" he said<br /><br />"Oh?" I said. "I thought that was what that circuit breaker was for" I said<br /><br />"Lucky" he said<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> Ciao for now...<br /><br /> <a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85869/jellyshane/b28b24eec562c0b51e03e25ad323b16c.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">You might also like...<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538295267652217302-3671088246995823809?l=jellyshane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Just Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395003829371149755noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538295267652217302.post-90072598136559432392011-11-10T07:31:00.000+11:002011-11-10T07:31:13.009+11:00Spring Delight...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t5_PjNdTTs4/Tquin1nTxHI/AAAAAAAABkI/xhCx_ZEIJ1c/s1600/tablesetting.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t5_PjNdTTs4/Tquin1nTxHI/AAAAAAAABkI/xhCx_ZEIJ1c/s400/tablesetting.jpg" width="318" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://ysvoice.tumblr.com/post/12005471480/au-printemps"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Image</span></a></td></tr></tbody></table>Doesn't this look gorgeous. Look at that tea cup.! A different take on the edgy pink and green theme.<br /><br />I like it. Plus Waterford crystal glasses. And set outside too. <br /><br />Be nice to have an invite don't you think?<br /><br />Me too<br /><br /><br />Ciao for now... <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85869/jellyshane/b28b24eec562c0b51e03e25ad323b16c.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">You might also like...<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538295267652217302-9007259813655943239?l=jellyshane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Just Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395003829371149755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538295267652217302.post-71985765073505614612011-11-08T22:05:00.001+11:002011-11-09T20:44:28.970+11:00Young Love...<center><a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/11/08/328.jpg"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/11/08/s_328.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="400" /></a></center><br />Miss T was asked out today by a boy. His name has cropped up in conversation for a while so I was kind of aware something was happening. She sought out a magazine to show me how his eyes were the colour of the sky "like this". Lots of smiles, and sighs.... And silences<br /><br />Sweet. I am excited for her. <br /><br />But. The Silver Fox is away so do I need to screen this lad like he might? I'm not sure. He finds all this growing up business quite difficult to watch and be a part of. I know why. He used to be a teenage boy once upon a time. That's what I think that he thinks... He knows what he got up to! <br /><br />Do I insist on meeting him, give him the "look",the "evil eye"? Or do I be supportive and nice and offer to drive them to the movies. Or do I invite him over for dinner or ask to meet his parents?.... Or is it just a simple date and I should relax? I wouldn't let her go out with a girlfriend one on one if I hadn't at least met her. <br /><br />Geez Louise! Where is that text book? <br /><br />Maybe I should invite him over for a hang out.<br /><br />Yep. That sounds modern and acceptable and easy<br /><br />Doesn't it?<br /><br /><br />Ciao for now...... <br /><br /><br />Just Martha<br /><br />Posted via IPad<br /><br /><br />Addit: I spoke with Miss T about the plan of attack. You know what she said> She said ...<br />"kill me now"!<div class="blogger-post-footer">You might also like...<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538295267652217302-7198576507350561461?l=jellyshane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Just Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395003829371149755noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538295267652217302.post-55299135221928929012011-11-08T07:22:00.000+11:002011-11-08T07:22:28.520+11:00Grew-Some...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q28gsu04ewg/TrYFa3smu_I/AAAAAAAABlQ/v7ZsT9msKno/s1600/SAM_0965.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q28gsu04ewg/TrYFa3smu_I/AAAAAAAABlQ/v7ZsT9msKno/s320/SAM_0965.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br />I've been very clever and grown some orchids, yet again. Bit of water here, neglect there and ...whalla! ... more flowers than ever!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-azGIyb11NvI/TrYF48IRocI/AAAAAAAABlY/RwHOnEASMx8/s1600/SAM_0958.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-azGIyb11NvI/TrYF48IRocI/AAAAAAAABlY/RwHOnEASMx8/s320/SAM_0958.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P7rSZBlwQvk/TrYGhh09LbI/AAAAAAAABlg/wCl3hfV9Js8/s1600/SAM_0962.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P7rSZBlwQvk/TrYGhh09LbI/AAAAAAAABlg/wCl3hfV9Js8/s320/SAM_0962.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This pewter teapot is from my Great Aunty Ena!</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i_XyO1UtmJI/TrYIF1yPa7I/AAAAAAAABl4/NAkD7GYOynk/s1600/SAM_0961.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i_XyO1UtmJI/TrYIF1yPa7I/AAAAAAAABl4/NAkD7GYOynk/s320/SAM_0961.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br />I have also managed to keep this Agapathus alive too and it is starting to flower. Awww..... too gorg! <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bhsB2i8VR10/TrYHEUnVeZI/AAAAAAAABlo/JunX5swElJI/s1600/SAM_0966.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bhsB2i8VR10/TrYHEUnVeZI/AAAAAAAABlo/JunX5swElJI/s320/SAM_0966.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pZDfQB7gNOY/TrYHlfajJNI/AAAAAAAABlw/Wv8JiWre2FE/s1600/SAM_0967.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pZDfQB7gNOY/TrYHlfajJNI/AAAAAAAABlw/Wv8JiWre2FE/s320/SAM_0967.JPG" width="320" /></a></div> Ciao for now...<br /><br /> <a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85869/jellyshane/b28b24eec562c0b51e03e25ad323b16c.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">You might also like...<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538295267652217302-5529913522192892901?l=jellyshane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Just Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395003829371149755noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538295267652217302.post-42617985592565064692011-11-07T07:30:00.000+11:002011-11-07T07:30:55.542+11:00Bewitching Hour...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-maab7toGjr0/TrYEsB2Ph-I/AAAAAAAABlI/7Z1k-fdgnWI/s1600/SAM_0950.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-maab7toGjr0/TrYEsB2Ph-I/AAAAAAAABlI/7Z1k-fdgnWI/s320/SAM_0950.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Complete with 'stab' wound on stomach</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br />That time of year has come and gone. When I did a post about this last year I got a r-e-a-l-ly creepy 'stalker' sort of comment that made my skin crawl. This person commented on my security, or lack of apparently, and told me to be careful! Very careful. So I have changed my security and if you do have trouble leaving a comment I am sorry, you need to be a follower, but this person then launched into issues about their upbringing and how awful it was. It wasn't bad enough to inform the police but it fair put the wind up me let me tell you. I think he found my doing a search on the 'H' word so I am careful not to mention it this time.<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MjKoeFF4DTo/TrYEXGUJzKI/AAAAAAAABlA/o45pEko3kMA/s1600/SAM_0953.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MjKoeFF4DTo/TrYEXGUJzKI/AAAAAAAABlA/o45pEko3kMA/s320/SAM_0953.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Still gorgeous under all that make up</td></tr></tbody></table><br />The T's were out and about with friends doing the trick or treating thing. Made their own costumes and Miss T is an artist with the makeup. Master T was very innovative and came down stairs with his clothes cut up! A quick feed on homemade pizza and the T's and their friends were gone, trawling the neighbourhood. Master T came home with a skateboard and wished it was not a Monday night. <br /><br /><br /><br /> Ciao for now...<br /><br /><br /> <a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85869/jellyshane/b28b24eec562c0b51e03e25ad323b16c.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">You might also like...<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538295267652217302-4261798559256506469?l=jellyshane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Just Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395003829371149755noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538295267652217302.post-47464695243330092572011-11-06T16:51:00.002+11:002011-11-06T16:53:19.014+11:00Glorious Day...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ogSPGjqHpdA/TrYemI9Ls2I/AAAAAAAABmQ/HLvzFa6oUOw/s1600/SAM_0971.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ogSPGjqHpdA/TrYemI9Ls2I/AAAAAAAABmQ/HLvzFa6oUOw/s320/SAM_0971.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Please note blue sky and not the 'devil' tree</td></tr></tbody></table>It was such a heavenly day today that I dusted off the bikes, filled the tyres and took the 'T's' off for a ride. Miss T had just hopped out of the shower and was so not keen to accompany us so in the end it was Master T and I..... and the modem (<i>just in case a certain T wasn't really going to study for her exams</i>). I was keen NOT to have a flat tyre which is my usual trick and managed to achieve this which was nice<br /><br />Such a glorious day. We met the grandparents for lunch and chatted to friends who were also enjoying the day. It is about 8 km to town so nice and healthy for a ride in the fresh air.We saw lots I wanted to share with you but alas my 'riding whilst taking a photo' skills need brushing up and I am forever avoiding having a crash with the uneven terrain.<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sec9v35awWg/TrYdWEu8biI/AAAAAAAABmA/WuVXOe398Tc/s1600/SAM_0973.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sec9v35awWg/TrYdWEu8biI/AAAAAAAABmA/WuVXOe398Tc/s320/SAM_0973.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">There was a sculpture to climb of course</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KLL7KQWsAHM/TrYeBm1rrCI/AAAAAAAABmI/DhC2_jQ8sg0/s1600/SAM_0972.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KLL7KQWsAHM/TrYeBm1rrCI/AAAAAAAABmI/DhC2_jQ8sg0/s320/SAM_0972.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />We ended up seeing a rather large monitor lizard being harassed by a very nervous looking bush turkey who was no doubt fearing for its eggs. We also didn't see any brown snakes which is always a bonus although I do carry a snake bite kit with me. As you do. Well, you never know where I live if you will need it. I have two in fact - 1 in the car.<br /><br /> Ciao for now...<br /><br /><br /><br /> <a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85869/jellyshane/b28b24eec562c0b51e03e25ad323b16c.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0pt none ! important;" /> </a><br /><br /><br /><br />PS: Anty tips on becoming a Pinterest-er. I am awaiting an invitation but hello??? It has been m-o-n-t-h-s now<div class="blogger-post-footer">You might also like...<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538295267652217302-4746469524333009257?l=jellyshane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Just Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395003829371149755noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538295267652217302.post-71941322131433825052011-11-05T20:02:00.000+11:002011-11-05T20:02:47.945+11:00"Scrumptious" Apparently...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8UiiVWYmd4Q/TrT6v6i3nnI/AAAAAAAABk4/kSTVVNX2umY/s1600/shepherdpie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="299" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8UiiVWYmd4Q/TrT6v6i3nnI/AAAAAAAABk4/kSTVVNX2umY/s400/shepherdpie.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I made this for dinner - Shepherd's Pie</td></tr></tbody></table>I whipped up a little 'something' the other night after a rather late game of touch footy. My children r-a-v-e-d over each mouthful. Had seconds... thirds even.<br /><br />What did I cook? What amazing dish did I prepare?<br /><br />Good old Shepperd's Pie, Martha-style. Not sure why is was so delicious. I did add some good old HP sauce. My favourite.<br /><br />So hooray for basic no fuss, old favourite cooking<br /><br />And cheers to being appreciated late on a Friday night too<br /><br /><br /><br /> Ciao for now...<br /><br /><br /><br /> <a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85869/jellyshane/b28b24eec562c0b51e03e25ad323b16c.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">You might also like...<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538295267652217302-7194132213143382505?l=jellyshane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Just Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395003829371149755noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538295267652217302.post-69450039467853117782011-11-04T16:19:00.000+11:002011-11-04T16:19:07.495+11:00Like Now...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wCdC_PiUx7I/Tm2-WserdBI/AAAAAAAABgI/xjR5D2ihfSU/s1600/time%252Clife%252Clol%252Chours%252Cmoment%252Cnow-46ec93967b21400ab2d1f595211a4f1c_h.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wCdC_PiUx7I/Tm2-WserdBI/AAAAAAAABgI/xjR5D2ihfSU/s400/time%252Clife%252Clol%252Chours%252Cmoment%252Cnow-46ec93967b21400ab2d1f595211a4f1c_h.jpg" width="305" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://vi.sualize.us/view/46ec93967b21400ab2d1f595211a4f1c/"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Image</span></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br />This is the sort of clock I have at my place at the moment. In my place of work and at home. Everyone likes things in an instant but alas my Samantha Stevens (Bewitched) nose lets me down and sometimes there is a wait for what you want.<br /><br />Do you think the word 'waiting' is becoming a four-lettered word? It seems like we are becoming 'instant' consumers, that there is no such thing as 'delayed gratification'. Do you agree? If I leave my phone in the car I sometimes have numerous messages from Miss T with a 'where were you' sort of message as she wanted to borrow my nailpolish. I kind of like not being available every single minute but I get lots of flack for my beliefs, even from the Silver Fox!<br /><br />I am trying to teach the Teenie/Tweenie to save for things, that they don't necessarily need something ... 'now'. Master T is a bit more disciplined than Miss T - money burns a hole in her pocket every time and then she gets buyer remorse to the max and wants her money back. The first time she got a store credit she was horrified - she wanted the money back!<br /><br />Are we all turning into wanting thing 'now'. Credit card, interest-free payment plans... not sure<br /><br />What do you think?<br /><br /><br /><br />Ciao for now...<br /><br /><br /> <a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85869/jellyshane/b28b24eec562c0b51e03e25ad323b16c.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">You might also like...<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538295267652217302-6945003946785311778?l=jellyshane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Just Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395003829371149755noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538295267652217302.post-31202317573909059792011-11-02T18:48:00.000+11:002011-11-02T18:48:54.396+11:00Life Lessons...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WqyEepbL6Hc/ToGL1Em4SFI/AAAAAAAABhA/fMumUf7DoMw/s1600/tumblrlifelessons.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WqyEepbL6Hc/ToGL1Em4SFI/AAAAAAAABhA/fMumUf7DoMw/s400/tumblrlifelessons.jpg" width="266" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://leannaisrad.tumblr.com/post/8111361269"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Image</span></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><br />Says it all really doesn't it?<br /><br />I love the 'no whining' bit. I wonder if that refers to 'wine' or 'whine'?<br /><br />I also love the 'do your own thing'. Good message that!<br /><br />Enjoy...<br /><br /><br /><br />Ciao for now... <br /><br /><br /> <a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85869/jellyshane/b28b24eec562c0b51e03e25ad323b16c.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">You might also like...<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538295267652217302-3120231757390905979?l=jellyshane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Just Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395003829371149755noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538295267652217302.post-89814732746223839712011-11-02T06:36:00.000+11:002011-11-02T06:36:27.350+11:00Summer...<center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/11/01/2244.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/11/01/s_2244.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='188' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />I love this time of year. Summer is in the air, Christmas is coming and school holidays are looming. Family will visit, days will be filled with lots of .... Well....... Nothing really! Where I live, the days are hot and long so watermelon comes in very handy to cool down.<br /><br />The Silver Fox is coming home in December, after what will be 9 months away. Yay! He has offered to go back again to do a short job for them next year. A s-h-o-r-t job of 5 weeks or so. Sounds just fine.<br /><br />I have an interview with the local TAFE, as was my plan so next year could prove interesting couldn't it?<br /><br />I need to attend my interview 30 minutes early, to prepare. Any tips for preparing? <br /><br /><br /><br />Ciao for now...... <br /><br /><br />Just Martha<br /><br />Posted via IPad<div class="blogger-post-footer">You might also like...<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538295267652217302-8981473274622383971?l=jellyshane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Just Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395003829371149755noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538295267652217302.post-19882155184648031232011-10-31T14:35:00.000+11:002011-10-31T14:35:50.691+11:00Fashion Revival...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aGFVSMemxHY/Tq4Wka3wbOI/AAAAAAAABkw/A2RHQM0MSZg/s1600/shorts.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aGFVSMemxHY/Tq4Wka3wbOI/AAAAAAAABkw/A2RHQM0MSZg/s320/shorts.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /> Miss T was desperate for these 'high-waisted' shorts.<br /><br />"Mum, I l-o-v-e them. they're sooo stylish"<br /><br />Hmmmm<br /><br />I was a teenager in the '80s. Back then it was high-waisted jeans<br /><br />And we all know how good they looked in retrospect don't we?<br /><br />Just a thought. Should we keep all our clothes for 20 years and just bring them out for the next wave a fashion?<br /><br />Well? <br /><br /><br /><br />Ciao for now... <br /><br /><br /><br /> <a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85869/jellyshane/b28b24eec562c0b51e03e25ad323b16c.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">You might also like...<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538295267652217302-1988215518464803123?l=jellyshane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Just Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395003829371149755noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538295267652217302.post-44511489778410793342011-10-30T10:06:00.000+11:002011-10-30T10:06:26.645+11:00just Shopping...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDm5s4y6aEU/Tquhg7XNNkI/AAAAAAAABj4/3DoO_Y6Ddgc/s1600/SAM_0924.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDm5s4y6aEU/Tquhg7XNNkI/AAAAAAAABj4/3DoO_Y6Ddgc/s400/SAM_0924.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br />Okay, okay I have started Christmas shopping. I'm not writing to boast. It's just that who can resist a gorgeous <a href="http://marleyandlockyer.blogspot.com/">Marley and Lockyer</a> parcel when it arrives? Especially when it looks like this!<br />Ordered straight from her Etsy shop. Bliss!!<br /><br />I am going to turn these into Christmas decorations for my friends with a little ribbon and another small gift.... maybe a Crabtree and Evelyn something.....<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xqbxMvPIS2I/TquiDdpneBI/AAAAAAAABkA/wWySRlr2RhI/s1600/SAM_0939.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xqbxMvPIS2I/TquiDdpneBI/AAAAAAAABkA/wWySRlr2RhI/s320/SAM_0939.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kc0_Tzx9u_E/TquipNrMD8I/AAAAAAAABkQ/xhD6wHWEwhk/s1600/SAM_0940.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kc0_Tzx9u_E/TquipNrMD8I/AAAAAAAABkQ/xhD6wHWEwhk/s320/SAM_0940.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />The owl might not make it out of the house<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fcb9LvtZOaE/TqujSHhZWHI/AAAAAAAABkY/quvXg1hIK8w/s1600/SAM_0941.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fcb9LvtZOaE/TqujSHhZWHI/AAAAAAAABkY/quvXg1hIK8w/s320/SAM_0941.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br />I'm just saying....<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> Ciao for now...<br /><br /><br /> <a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85869/jellyshane/b28b24eec562c0b51e03e25ad323b16c.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">You might also like...<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538295267652217302-4451148977841079334?l=jellyshane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Just Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395003829371149755noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538295267652217302.post-29825040075068811102011-10-29T10:07:00.001+11:002011-10-29T10:08:13.908+11:00Weekend...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xob-sxj4pGs/Tqsyl8MBKhI/AAAAAAAABjo/4J3cIDLdg1w/s400/tumblr_lkv1h3KKjK1qhfgz4o1_500_large.png" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="310" /></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/16655288"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Image</span></a></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><br />Aaahhh, the weekend! I am half way through my 12 week challenge which meant a morning of re-assessment: beep test, sit ups, push ups, arm dips, brace and to follow, a lovely 2.4km run. All before 8am. I feel fitter and stronger than I have in a long time. Since I did the 10km run in Byron <a href="http://jellyshane.blogspot.com/2011/10/strength-within.html">(here</a>), I have the mindset of "2.4 kms? No worries". So this morning shaved about 3 minutes off my first, rather tragic, attempt. My overall goal is to beat Mother Nature at her game and be as fit and healthy as I can be before my metabolism succumbs to my hormones, or lack of then, or whatever happens to them....<br /><br />Family visiting this weekend, loads of washing to do. Master T wants some 'skins' and I am in desperate need of a shower after all that workout. Lucky you can't smell me. Master T thinks I smell like kangaroo food. That can't be good!<br /><br />Trust your weekend is full of happiness, relaxation and love. The Silver Fox caught up with an old friend last night who happened to be in his neighbourhood so I wonder if he is bright and chirpy this morning? I will be a good wife and not ring him.<br /><br />I'm a bit excited that I have not much planned as life has been quite hectic of late...<br /><br /><br /><br /> Ciao for now..<br /><br /><br /><br />. <a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85869/jellyshane/b28b24eec562c0b51e03e25ad323b16c.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">You might also like...<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538295267652217302-2982504007506881110?l=jellyshane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Just Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395003829371149755noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538295267652217302.post-8143238014530853152011-10-27T17:15:00.000+11:002011-10-27T17:15:14.265+11:00Here Socky, Socky, Socky...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GwToPiGoGgw/Tqjyy56ZcMI/AAAAAAAABjg/dEjDT9aHVhU/s1600/whisocks.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="333" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GwToPiGoGgw/Tqjyy56ZcMI/AAAAAAAABjg/dEjDT9aHVhU/s400/whisocks.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/15171427"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Image</span></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br />We have trouble with socks in this house. We always have (see <a href="http://jellyshane.blogspot.com/2010/08/3-legged-monsters.html">here</a>). They sort of disappear... Now, my motto is "put it in the wash and it will be washed". I know. I'm crazy like that. But, I get blamed for socks going missing when in actual fact they absconded well before the Cold Power came out.<br /><br />This week Master T had 3 socks. Can you see the dilemma? 2 socks were worn to Scouts where he was doing some sort of crazy water assessment where he had to swim 50meters and tread water for 15 minutes. Something to do with canoeing I think and his ability to survive should he be chucked out of the canoe. So, Master T insisted on wearing his school socks into the water and was most indignant that I hadn't washed and dried them that night. Hello? I'm a once-aweek-washer-woman!<br /><br />So in the morning.... 1 sock. "Find a solution" I apparently said, thinking Master T would just wear sports socks with his day uniform.<br /><br />No. Apparently that is not allowed.<br /><br />He changed into his sports uniform and was going to say to the teacher the excuse that I said "find a solution" and this was his solution. The teacher didn't notice him in a sea of blue and gray dressed in blue and yellow. Go figure.<br /><br />So today he went with the wrong socks and money to buy new socks. Yep. I thought that was a good solution too. Nope. School doesn't sell uniforms now as of last week. Who knew? So he came home with 'spare socks'. I didn't want to ask if that meant 'lost property' or not. So, now we need to go to our local shopping centre and buy socks, which will have to wait until the weekend.<br /><br />Still one school day to go though<br /><br />Does anyone else have weeks where things are just a bit out of alignment? I'm all for stapling socks to feet myself. Who is with me???<br /><br /><br /> Ciao for now...<br /><br /><br /> <a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85869/jellyshane/b28b24eec562c0b51e03e25ad323b16c.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">You might also like...<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538295267652217302-814323801453085315?l=jellyshane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Just Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395003829371149755noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538295267652217302.post-5194027756810866182011-10-25T21:21:00.000+11:002011-10-25T21:21:00.346+11:00Things I Know...<center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/10/25/393.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/10/25/s_393.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />I do this occasionally. Write a little blurb on things I know, what I have learned of late, things that either inspire me or make my heart sing. I have a great life and I think I appreciate it more as I get older. I think I appreciate a lot of things more. Maybe it is because I have children. Or maybe it is because I am just getting wiser. I have recently fallen in love with owls so maybe the last bit is the truth... I have learned a lot about myself since the Silver Fox has been away:<br /><br />I can survive. I'm not sure all women think that. I don't wish to be single though. I might survive but certainly do not thrive<br /><br />I can organize my own mechanic<br /><br />Christmas is coming whether we are ready or not<br /><br />Moving furniture around still makes me excited. I'm a cheap date like that. When I was little and my Mum changed my bedroom around, I literally couldn't sleep that night<br /><br />I haven't really had a drink if alcohol since the Silver Fox has left. A sense of responsibility I'm thinking, only parent around and all that<br /><br />I'm really liking this Fitness Challenge this time. New instructor and quite, well, challenging really. I am proud of what I can do, without injury. <br /><br />I dislike the smell of Lily flowers. Always have. Smells like cat's urine to me. Can smell them a mile awayI appreciate their beauty though<br /><br />Anything hazelnut praline-ish tastes like soap to me. Ferraro Roche are very safe in my fridge. I've even tried to eat them holding my nose. Nope. Soap! <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Ciao for now...... <br /><br /><br />Just Martha<br /><br />Posted via IPad<div class="blogger-post-footer">You might also like...<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538295267652217302-519402775681086618?l=jellyshane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Just Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395003829371149755noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538295267652217302.post-16461329622130359002011-10-24T17:30:00.000+11:002011-10-24T17:30:59.003+11:00A Zhush Apprentice...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-odaVVIt1Z1c/TqUBw9xGmbI/AAAAAAAABi0/w9f7q-v-gxI/s1600/SAM_0913.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-odaVVIt1Z1c/TqUBw9xGmbI/AAAAAAAABi0/w9f7q-v-gxI/s320/SAM_0913.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8Pc61CdinLs/TqUCRQrMfDI/AAAAAAAABi8/hJjXuRHFkbo/s1600/SAM_0916.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8Pc61CdinLs/TqUCRQrMfDI/AAAAAAAABi8/hJjXuRHFkbo/s320/SAM_0916.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br />Who doesn't like a zhush? <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VDs8daqxT3E/TqUDSqxwLRI/AAAAAAAABjM/35fvEOqRxAQ/s1600/SAM_0915.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VDs8daqxT3E/TqUDSqxwLRI/AAAAAAAABjM/35fvEOqRxAQ/s320/SAM_0915.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />We had a busy weekend. I am training Master T to be my stand-in furniture mover in the Silver Fox's absence. Although, I must say, his display of enthusiasm and eagerness puts the Silver Fox's down right reluctance to shame! What a pleasure it was carrying sofas up and down the stairs with my little apprentice. He even had some great design ideas. We were so inspired, we went out and updated the look with cushions, although we still need more. Now, I must say, the Silver Fox wouldn't have done that!!!<br /><br /><br />What is that? A brochure on cruises? Hmmm, might have a look...<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MKABQS39EdE/TqUCx7U_uXI/AAAAAAAABjE/g5vbtJjdoxo/s1600/SAM_0917.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MKABQS39EdE/TqUCx7U_uXI/AAAAAAAABjE/g5vbtJjdoxo/s320/SAM_0917.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br />Ciao for now...<br /><br /> <a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85869/jellyshane/b28b24eec562c0b51e03e25ad323b16c.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">You might also like...<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538295267652217302-1646132962213035900?l=jellyshane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Just Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395003829371149755noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538295267652217302.post-75640000773875477662011-10-22T15:23:00.000+11:002011-10-22T15:23:31.540+11:00Mindfulness...Are you mindful?<br /><br />What do I mean?<br /><br />Do you stop to take a breath and.....notice things?<br /><br />Do you live in the moment?<br /><br />Do you appreciate the everyday, the now, the here?<br /><br />Or do you rush... from A to B? Living life as the destination rather than the journey?<br /><br />Take a little moment to think about it. Think about how you view the everyday. If you have small children it is very easy to rush, rush, rush...... Be 'doing' all the time.<br /><br />Just consider if you will, to take time to notice things, little things. And take pleasure in the every day. Live the journey in life, not the destination. Even if it is only for 5 minutes per day....<br /><br />I went on a course this week and had a 2<span style="font-size: x-small;">1/2 </span>hour drive there and back. The Silver Fox was still at home. To say it was an inconvenience was an understatement. I was cross and the course was set out over 2 days for 9 hours each day. I was.... 'volunteered' to go. My attitude was not really the best. Oh, I wasn't outwardly critical, just sort of .... disengaged, passive, quietly rebellious.<br /><br />Then I saw this, in all its glory....<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y5KtyGFbKa4/TqJFFqQQekI/AAAAAAAABio/F_YHzcLjzrg/s1600/SAM_0909.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y5KtyGFbKa4/TqJFFqQQekI/AAAAAAAABio/F_YHzcLjzrg/s400/SAM_0909.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br />How beautiful. How darn perfect, old, healthy, clever and symmetrical.<br /><br />Thank you Mr Jacaranda. For reminding me to appreciate the beauty around me, for helping me to live in the moment. For helping me to realize how good life is<br /><br />Don't you agree? Come on.... give it a try. This 'being mindful' business.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> Ciao for now...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85869/jellyshane/b28b24eec562c0b51e03e25ad323b16c.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">You might also like...<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538295267652217302-7564000077387547766?l=jellyshane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Just Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395003829371149755noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538295267652217302.post-90456709538390344102011-10-20T19:35:00.000+11:002011-10-20T19:35:44.928+11:00A Strength Within..<center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/10/20/227.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/10/20/s_227.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />How strong are you? In character? Can you achieve what you want to achieve? Can you set your mind to do something.... And do it? Are you determined as a person? <br /><br />Do you talk yourself into things to try... Or out of things?<br /><br />What kind of self talk do you practice daily? Do you tell yourself you can do something... Or you can't? <br /><br />Self talk is a very powerful thing. If you tell yourself you can't do something, do you think you will be able to do it? Do you notice when you talk to yourself? 'I can't afford that', 'I won't be able to do that'. <br /><br />I recently had the opportunity, within my new '12 Week Challenge', to run a 10 m fun run raising money for cancer research. Now, you might know, that I have been on a journey to health. Part of my initial assessment is to run 2 km and to be honest I find that difficult. How on earth was I going to run 10-freaking-kms? I have never run that far. Ever.<br /><br />It was my choice to do it or not. So. I did. I chose to tell myself I would give it a go because how would I know otherwise what I could do? So, armed with my iPod, off I went. 15 others from my group also did it. Some beginners and some advanced in fitness.<br /><br />Now, it might have helped that the run was at Byron Bay. Did I forget to mention that? The day was gorgeous and the run commenced at 7am. My music was very motivating. I ran up to the lighthouse assisted by A Flock of Seagulls singing 'I Ran'. I also was helped by a bit of Michael Jackson and Scissor Sisters.<br /><br />I did it.<br /><br />In 1 hr and 21 minutes. Those fit in my group did it in around 1 hour so I feel quite elated by the fact that I wasn't too far behind. Considering.<br /><br />I was quite teary at the end. I am proud of me for having a go.<br /><br />I even had a lot of fun too.<br /><br />Who would have thought?<br /><br />So, now I know. What next I wonder?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Ciao for now...... <br /><br /><br />Just Martha<br /><br />Posted via IPad<div class="blogger-post-footer">You might also like...<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538295267652217302-9045670953839034410?l=jellyshane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Just Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395003829371149755noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538295267652217302.post-68184741912787008032011-10-18T17:06:00.000+11:002011-10-18T17:06:24.346+11:00Family Fun...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7X285RwIhLk/Tp0VfZb38UI/AAAAAAAABig/4VFBtBZyahM/s1600/love1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="333" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7X285RwIhLk/Tp0VfZb38UI/AAAAAAAABig/4VFBtBZyahM/s400/love1.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/16283056"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Image</span></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br />Our crazy weekend continues. I am off to a conference tonight for 2 nights, then the Silver Fox is leaving tomorrow. He has done the usual chores from the 'list' I make for him (<i>including fixing a leaking toilet, putting up a TV on the wall, fixing the still-leaking bathroom and cleaning the pool</i>) but we have had fun too. I sometimes look over at him when we are doing stuff and can't really believe he is there, beside me. He asks me why I am smiling. I just am. I like my 'normal' much better that the other way. Not long to go now until we are all as should be.<br /><br />He has noticed a big change in the kiddies. He thinks Master T has grown like a weed. But. He notices the biggest change in him too, that he is a bit lost without his Dad and realizes this career-move has affected Master T the most. And wrestle!!!! Anywhere, anytime. Master T can't get enough. I don't get boys but I understand enough not to complain about cushions flying, couches pounded and the occasional 'bang, crash, crunch' noise coming from the TV room.<br /><br />Okay, well, need to pack and get kids sorted for a sleepover tomorrow at my parent's home. Hopefully it will go okay and my Mother's dementia won't cause anxiety. It is her birthday tomorrow so the kids go armed with presents. Being away causes me anxiety let me tell you! I have packed my gym clothes as I am in Week 4 of my Challenge and am '<i>on f-i-r-e</i>' as the Silver Fox would say. Who would have thought that I would get a taste for all this exercise. When I get back remind me to tell you about my 10km run. I know. I'm amazed too! A-n-d I survived!!<br /><br />Stay well, smile and be kind to yourself...<br /><br /><br />Ciao for now... <br /> <a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85869/jellyshane/b28b24eec562c0b51e03e25ad323b16c.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">You might also like...<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538295267652217302-6818474191278700803?l=jellyshane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Just Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395003829371149755noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538295267652217302.post-23577798842296929222011-10-17T08:04:00.000+11:002011-10-17T08:04:18.065+11:00Stranger Danger...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-72BkDQolXGo/TptGdFhkLGI/AAAAAAAABiY/OoKd89ihN7U/s1600/Stranger-Danger.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-72BkDQolXGo/TptGdFhkLGI/AAAAAAAABiY/OoKd89ihN7U/s400/Stranger-Danger.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />We live in a small community with one traffic light. In the past week we have had 3 attempted abductions by strangers. Not sure if this is statistically high or that because we live in such a small place the communication is quicker and better. I received 2 texts and had one conversation at the beach when I saw a school teacher friend. Hmmm, makes you feel unsafe doesn't it? There were 2 different makes of car and one was linked to a similar attempt in Coffs Harbour. Both my children couldn't sleep last night and Miss T ended up coming into my bed at 1.30am.<br /><br />She felt that she was alone at bus stops alot and this freaked her out. By this morning she had arranged for a school chum's mum to either pick her up or drop of her friend so they could wait together. She's a 'do-er' isn't she?<br /><br />We talked strategies. As you do.<br /><br />I have done something with my kiddies since they were small, out of distraction when driving but is actually really handy. I have taught them to identify each brand symbol on a car so we used to play a game where they had to identify what sort of car it was first. (<i>Hey, you need to be creative when you have little ones on long car trips don't you?</i>) So, one car was identified as an Audi and even though we haven't really played the game for a while, they both knew that the brand symbol was 4 circles.<br /><br />When they were older, we played a game where they needed to make up a sentence from number plates and took turns to play. "BMC541: Brigit Might Cough at 5.41am" or "CGT826: Clock Goes Tick 8-2=6". That sort of game.<br /><br />We have also talked about strangers and for a very long time they thought a stranger was a sinister person dressed in black. We talk about strangers as anyone you don't know. (<i>Daniel Morcombe has always featured in our discussions over the years</i>) and do roles plays about kittens and lollies and missing dogs and writing down cars and number plated in the dirt if possible and running to a neighbour's house and what information to remember to tell the police........ <br /><br />I don't think it is possible to wrap children in cotton wool to keep them safe but by teaching them some lateral skills, maybe it will help. Kids are very good at identifying brands aren't they? Show me a 2 year old who doesn't recognize the 'Golden Arches" from TV. Miss T used to point out the Commonwealth Bank sign from when she was little and say "which bank".<br /><br />What do you think? want to give any of these games a try? Can't hurt really can it?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> Ciao for now...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85869/jellyshane/b28b24eec562c0b51e03e25ad323b16c.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">You might also like...<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538295267652217302-2357779884229692922?l=jellyshane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Just Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395003829371149755noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538295267652217302.post-32678175068410583722011-10-14T07:12:00.000+11:002011-10-14T07:12:20.629+11:00Yippee!...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/10/13/75.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="187" src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/10/13/s_75.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="281" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Happy family together again soon...</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><br />Pssst! Guess what? We have been given the word that the Silver Fox will be back home by January. They want to keep him up there but realize he has been away too long. He is starting to falter a little now as it have been 6 weeks since his last visit. He is a family man and needs us around him. Don't get me wrong, we need him too but the weeks are shorter for us because there is lots to do. Him? The weekends d-r-a-g terribly. There is only so much fishing a man can do! So, he is home this weekend. This is the crazy weekend with lots on, role conflict plus plus.<br /><br />I have to admit that it has been a bit tricky. I feel like only half a person without him. We do speak to him every night but it is not the same. We have done Skyping but as it is so very hot up there now, he has such a tan that we can't see him. We can only see his teeth and his eyes. I think he said that the temperature was above 35 degrees some days. Phew! And it is only October. I guess he will find out what it will be like in December and then he will be home.<br /><br />To say we are excited is an understatement. I also get to go up for the Christmas party, sans children. Can't wait!! I will be wearing my lovely Phyllis Boho kaftan he bought me last birthday! See <a href="http://jellyshane.blogspot.com/2011/01/just-phyllis-boho.html">here</a> for further details. I have also bought some divine wedges from Nine West to wear with it and will show you at a later date when the computer is cooperating. I paid my bill late again this month, by one day, so will see if there is any punishment ensuing. I know, I should have learned last time but alas no. <br /><br />I think it is so much better that we have a plan now and it would appear the SF is only going to be working 10 minutes away from home. We won't know ourselves!!!<br /><br /><br /><br />Ciao for now...... <br /><br /><br />Just Martha<br /><br />Posted via IPad<div class="blogger-post-footer">You might also like...<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538295267652217302-3267817506841058372?l=jellyshane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Just Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395003829371149755noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538295267652217302.post-62070949682922221412011-10-12T19:28:00.000+11:002011-10-12T19:28:57.763+11:00How Grand...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Oo9Es7boR40/TpVMiikfb3I/AAAAAAAABiA/WWqcdb2nO8A/s1600/kevin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Oo9Es7boR40/TpVMiikfb3I/AAAAAAAABiA/WWqcdb2nO8A/s1600/kevin.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Kevin McLeod - Grand Indeed...</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br />How exciting!! The new season of Grand Designs starts on Thursday evening on pay TV. I usually only have one 'must see' show a week and now this is starting, I will be glued to the box. No interruptions for 1 hour. I do like a good Kevin fix a-n-d I love the design and building process. I have watched many series of Kevin and feel he has mellowed over the years from his scathing self to someone a bit more complimentary. Jeepers, he could be harsh in the olden days. I love his passion, his love of the old and of blending the new.You can usually tell how old the series is by watching Kevin's hair going from long to short and his hairline going from..... well, going really.<br /><br />Sorry about the photo. Here are a few more equally bad:<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3iyM1czOiwQ/TpVO_R9tu9I/AAAAAAAABiI/REOA-TOaLtY/s1600/kevin2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3iyM1czOiwQ/TpVO_R9tu9I/AAAAAAAABiI/REOA-TOaLtY/s1600/kevin2.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Stylish too...</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cl1zZFls-10/TpVPAx1_ENI/AAAAAAAABiQ/tNFNq6Q_hCg/s1600/kevin3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cl1zZFls-10/TpVPAx1_ENI/AAAAAAAABiQ/tNFNq6Q_hCg/s1600/kevin3.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Contemplative Kevin</td></tr></tbody></table><br /> So, you know where you will find me at 7.30 DST on a Thursday....<br /><br />Do you have a passion for buildings?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Ciao for now...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85869/jellyshane/b28b24eec562c0b51e03e25ad323b16c.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">You might also like...<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538295267652217302-6207094968292222141?l=jellyshane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Just Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395003829371149755noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538295267652217302.post-86513311812818023122011-10-11T16:44:00.000+11:002011-10-11T16:44:15.427+11:00Love Yourself...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eqti4iVXK1o/TpKuBDpE94I/AAAAAAAABh8/nfIvyb8OoDw/s1600/tumblrloveyou.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eqti4iVXK1o/TpKuBDpE94I/AAAAAAAABh8/nfIvyb8OoDw/s400/tumblrloveyou.jpg" width="298" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://eatsloveforbreakfast.tumblr.com/page/10#21"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Image</span></a></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><br />My Mum doesn't wear shorts. Never. And although we live in a hot climate and she gets very hot indeed, she won't even consider shorts. Oh, she complains about the heat. But. No shorts for her...<br /><br />Why?<br /><br />She hates her legs. Always has. And won't show them to anyone, the 'World' included<br /><br />What is wrong with her legs? Are they hideously deformed? no. Are they non-functional? No. They work perfectly. They carry her to where she wants to be, they bend, they stretch, they have been known to dance... She thinks they are too skinny and she hates them. With a passion. If she knew I had revealed her secret, she would be quite humiliated. Her legs are just fine. Long, lean and v-e-r-y white, due to the non-exposure aspect. But quite lovely really. Although I didn't inherit them, I can move past this injustice and appreciate that <i>LJ (sister)</i> did and they look just fine on her too...<br /><br />Why am I telling you this? Why am I revealing her secret? Because as irrational as she sounds, she is not alone.<br /><br />Many of us are bound by our perceived limitations. Aren't we?<br /><br />Many of us are very critical of ourselves and impose great restrictions.<br /><br />But<br /><br />What if we saw beauty in ourselves? I mean really, we are amazing beings are we not? No two of us are the same. We are unique...<br /><br />So, let's follow the advice above and love ourselves. Self talk really needs to be positive doesn't it?<br /><br />Go on, give it a try. Be kind to yourself...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> Ciao for now...<br /><br /><br /><br /> <a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85869/jellyshane/b28b24eec562c0b51e03e25ad323b16c.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">You might also like...<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538295267652217302-8651331181281802312?l=jellyshane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Just Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395003829371149755noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538295267652217302.post-5099937074419111532011-10-10T17:18:00.000+11:002011-10-10T17:18:37.653+11:00Exhausted...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Bu9UPcnn0CI/TpDuI8jlCII/AAAAAAAABhw/ibE2dF_r82g/s1600/tumblrsleeping.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Bu9UPcnn0CI/TpDuI8jlCII/AAAAAAAABhw/ibE2dF_r82g/s320/tumblrsleeping.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://elizatriggs.tumblr.com/post/11096305410"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Image</span></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br />Miss T was exhausted the other night. Totally. She had spent 6 hours waiting in the front of the queue for a teen popstar to make an appearance at a shopping centre. I dropped her and two friends off, supplied them with lunch and drinks and left them to it. Some hours later after, screaming, crying, getting autographs and singing along, a tired Miss T and her friends were picked up and dropped home. She was exhausted, her back hurt from all that standing, she was pushed and shoved by equally enthusiastic fan.<br /><br />She would have slept anywhere.<br /><br />What fun she had<br /><br />And, she said she wouldn't have changed a thing<br /><br />I chatted to her in bed that night. She was crying. She wasn't sure why really and was a teensie bit irrational<br /><br /><br />I kissed her good night and she went to sleep.<br /><br /><br />Aaah, to be 13<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> Ciao for now...<br /><br /><br /> <a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85869/jellyshane/b28b24eec562c0b51e03e25ad323b16c.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">You might also like...<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538295267652217302-509993707441911153?l=jellyshane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Just Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395003829371149755noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538295267652217302.post-10312546721349587122011-10-09T12:00:00.000+11:002011-10-09T12:00:01.553+11:00I've Been a Good Girl-Haven't I?...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-57M6yNQCXmQ/TpDws1018aI/AAAAAAAABh0/L9aYshJopfw/s1600/book.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-57M6yNQCXmQ/TpDws1018aI/AAAAAAAABh0/L9aYshJopfw/s400/book.jpg" width="324" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The object of my desire</td></tr></tbody></table><br />I've been a good girl lately. Finishing courses, applying for jobs, steering the family ship almost single-handedly, going to the gym, watching my diet, avoiding alcohol (4 months now)....<br /><br />So<br /><br />I deserve to buy myself something<br /><br />Don't I?<br /><br />Well I did. A-n-d it was something I totally didn't need but oh, so did want<br /><br />So. I did<br /><br />The gorgeous book above <br /><br />Why then, do I feel guilty?<br /><br />I haven't even opened it yet and it has been in my possession for nearly 24 hours<br /><br />Okay, okay.. I haven't r-e-a-l-l-y had time and I do want to sit down, with a cuppa and drool over the pages, take my time, and not be interrupted<br /><br />Why do I have to justify my purchase? Even to me<br /><br />I do love Florence.So. Enough. Enough with the self-inflicted guilt trip<br /><br />I will enjoy<br /><br />Yes I will....<br /><br />After I do the folding and ironing....<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> Ciao for now... <br /><br /><br /> <a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85869/jellyshane/b28b24eec562c0b51e03e25ad323b16c.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">You might also like...<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538295267652217302-1031254672134958712?l=jellyshane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Just Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395003829371149755noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538295267652217302.post-62562193099486853172011-10-08T23:41:00.000+11:002011-10-08T23:41:15.997+11:00Manners Please....<center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/10/08/1152.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/10/08/s_1152.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />I have spend some time this school holidays with my gorgeous children's friends and you know what? I have noticed something. I have noticed that my children are very polite. And they talk to adults. This is the case whether it be on the phone or in person. They always say hello and have a little chat. And, they contribute to conversations. Miss T gives her friends's Mums hugs and they really like it. It comes naturally to her and conversations comes naturally to both of them. Not sure where they get it from to make them stand out from their peers, in my eyes. We do nothing special but I do insist on manners. You know, say 'hello' and 'goodbye' and 'thank you'... That sort of thing. I dislike bad manners. I am a stickler and have been known to insist upon occasion. Ask my children. If they won't eat properly at the dinner table, it is off to the garage for them. True. Ask them.<br /><br />Master T is a hit with the Mummies too because he is always up for chat. I think he has the 'Nonna-Gene', an inherited tendency to talk. He is also quite observant and will compliment ladies on their new hair-do's or clothes. A bit too observant at times. 'Mum is that a new pair of shoes?' 'no son, my is that the time?'<br /><br />So, I chatted to Miss T about this tonight, and she agreed! She thinks she has nice manners compared to some of her friends and thought they were rude to their parents at times.<br /><br />Well, there you go....<br /><br /><br />Ciao for now...... <br /><br /><br />Just Martha<br /><br />Posted via IPad<div class="blogger-post-footer">You might also like...<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538295267652217302-6256219309948685317?l=jellyshane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Just Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395003829371149755noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538295267652217302.post-75804100310867189532011-10-07T06:24:00.000+11:002011-10-07T06:24:18.372+11:00A Little Guest Surprise...Hello Dear Bloggers.. A little surprise for you!!! Jen from Arcadian Home Decor is doing a guest post!! How darn exciting...<br /><br />So... tada!!! Enjoy<br /><br />Hello! I'm Jenn and I'm a lucky writer with <a href="http://www.arcadianhomedecor.com/" target="_blank" title="Home Decor">Arcadian Home Decor</a>, an e-commerce website that specializes in top <a href="http://www.arcadianhomedecor.com/" target="_blank" title="Home Decor">home decor</a> ideas around the world. I worked for a number of years as an editor of a home decor magazine, and my love for interior design stuck even after I ventured into the world of freelancing. Today I get to write about home accessories, colour palettes and furniture trends on a day-to-day basis, and better yet, I get to contribute to awesome websites like Jelly Shane. Owner Martha and I are cut from the same cloth and I feel privileged to be guest blogging here today. Thank you Martha!<br /><br />Most home decor trends are taken from the runways - fashion dictates colours and styles, and then designers apply them to interior spaces. From Hollywood havens to an endless array of textures, patterns, and unique looks, these are eight spaces with dreamy styles and fashions for decor.<br /><br /><i>Glam it up</i><br /><br /><img alt="Stylish Home Decor" class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-7908" height="313" src="http://blog.arcadianhomedecor.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/09/1-Stylish-Home-Decor.jpg" title="Stylish Home Decor" width="500" /><br />Exotic colours like fuchsia and turquoise as well as retro-inspired <a href="http://www.arcadianhomedecor.com/accent-furnitures.html" target="_blank" title="Furnitures">furniture</a> come together oh-so-poshly in this living room.<br /><br /><i>A nod to Tinseltown</i><br /><br /><img alt="Stylish Home Decor" class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-7909" height="376" src="http://blog.arcadianhomedecor.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/09/2-Stylish-Home-Decor.jpg" title="Stylish Home Decor" width="500" /><br />Hollywood Boulevard meets Manhattan in this modern industrial-style loft. The clear staircase railing is especially chic.<br /><br /><i>Charming hues</i><br /><br /><img alt="Stylish Home Decor" class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-7910" height="635" src="http://blog.arcadianhomedecor.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/09/3-Stylish-Home-Decor.jpg" title="Stylish Home Decor" width="500" /><br />Black and white never goes out of style, and a modern twist on this colour combo is the dash of lime green seen here in the modish glass chandeliers and <a href="http://www.arcadianhomedecor.com/table-decor-table-decorations.html" target="_blank" title="Table Decorations">table decorations</a>.<br /><br />Mah-vellous metallic<br /><br /><img alt="Stylish Home Decor" class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-7911" height="595" src="http://blog.arcadianhomedecor.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/09/4-Stylish-Home-Decor.jpg" title="Stylish Home Decor" width="500" /><br />While shimmering metallic can be seen up and down the catwalk they're also an opulent choice for an interior, particularly a bathroom with this incredible clawfoot tub.<br /><br /><i>A rainbow of colour</i><br /><br /><img alt="Stylish Home Decor" class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-7912" height="774" src="http://blog.arcadianhomedecor.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/09/5-Stylish-Home-Decor.jpg" title="Stylish Home Decor" width="500" /><br />This interesting vignette draws all of its inspiration from the wall art, with its vibrant colours and thick strokes, which are mimicked in the carpet, walls, and window treatments.<br /><br /><i>A look to the past</i><br /><br /><img alt="Stylish Home Decor" class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-7913" height="500" src="http://blog.arcadianhomedecor.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/09/6-Stylish-Home-Decor.jpg" title="Stylish Home Decor" width="500" /><br />Black and ocean blue are a glamorous pair, with zebra prints adding some exotic playfulness to this dreamy living room.<br /><br /><i>Sophisticated pastels</i><br /><br /><img alt="Stylish Home Decor" class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-7914" height="625" src="http://blog.arcadianhomedecor.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/09/7-Stylish-Home-Decor.jpg" title="Stylish Home Decor" width="500" /><br />Grapefruit pink and mint green are a yummy colour scheme in this living room/dining room. The light fixture is an especially fun centrepiece to the space.<br /><br /><i>A walk-in wonder</i><br /><br /><img alt="Stylish Home Decor" class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-7915" height="453" src="http://blog.arcadianhomedecor.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/09/8-Stylish-Home-Decor.jpg" title="Stylish Home Decor" width="500" /><br />This dreamy fashionable walk-in closet is all decked out, from the spot-lit glass shelving display of shoes to the lavender-coloured built-in cabinetry.<br /><br />Image credits: { <a href="http://media.canada.com/b17a5268-e809-4db2-a84b-06fc4c00d03e/m2x00133_hometrends.jpg" target="_blank">1</a> - <a href="http://www.home-designing.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/aurelarchi-flickr.jpg" target="_blank">2</a> - <a href="http://www.avaliving.com/photos/room/2603/15065_LG.jpg" target="_blank">3</a> - <a href="http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2009/08/13/article-1206376-05BE7B03000005DC-404_634x755.jpg" target="_blank">4</a> - <a href="http://u.mdcd.net/media/data/rooms/images/a6vi7xhjmt2u5afa.jpg" target="_blank">5</a> - <a href="http://decorandyouhr.files.wordpress.com/2011/02/glam_decorpad.jpg" target="_blank">6</a> - <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_et1uXroNfBU/TTSnwm21SWI/AAAAAAAAAq8/AaX6UCgFhMc/s1600/old-hollywood-glam-style-home.jpg" target="_blank">7</a> - <a href="http://cdn.decorpad.com/photos/2008/09/21/668b58866f1c.jpg" target="_blank">8</a> }<br /><br />Do you like how these fashionable home decor accessories are incorporated? Check out more ideas for†<a href="http://www.arcadianhomedecor.com/" target="_blank" title="Home Accessories">home accessories</a> at Arcadian Home Decor!<div class="blogger-post-footer">You might also like...<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538295267652217302-7580410031086718953?l=jellyshane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Just Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395003829371149755noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538295267652217302.post-55945116510402636712011-10-06T19:13:00.000+11:002011-10-06T19:13:25.884+11:00just Pouring Rain...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8pcbCtAkrL4/TowtDlqnGWI/AAAAAAAABhs/p-aiN5Q2-sw/s1600/tumblrrain.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8pcbCtAkrL4/TowtDlqnGWI/AAAAAAAABhs/p-aiN5Q2-sw/s400/tumblrrain.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://-l0veismyweapon.tumblr.com/post/10908750703"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Image</span></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br />Does it pour when it rains at your house? Do you know what I mean?<br /><br />For example....<br /><br />The Silver Fox is coming home on Friday 14th Oct. He is taking Master T to see the famous (or infamous) Bear Grylls that night so I need to drive 1/12 hours after work to meet up with the Silver Fox, deliver Master T and we all stay at his Mum's house. I have a course to do all day Saturday with a colleague so I am going to bring her with me. To also stay at the SF's Mum's house. There is a scout camp on the same Friday night to Sunday. Master T wants to do the scout camp. Miss T doesn't want to do anything. We should be back home on Saturday night, late. I'm thinking a big 'no' to the scout camp but it is the last one for the year and it is a family camp too.<br /><br />I have a run at Byron Bay on Sunday. Early. Be there at 6.30am. Okay, so it is Byron Bay and the family could meet me there for after the run and we could have a leisurely breakfast together. Miss T still doesn't want to do anything with us. Hmmm, we will see what happens. The Silver Fox is with us until Wednesday... except.... I need to do another course and be away Tuesday night and Wednesday night AND the drive is 3 hours away..... AND I have children so need to find someone to look after them on Wednesday night and send them to school on Thursday AND pick them up............<br /><br /><br /><br />Jeepers.......... <br /><br /><br />Deep breath ......<br /><br /><br />I'm not complaining. It's just life gets so busy, sometimes it gets in the way. Role conflict +++ The gorgeous Silver Fox just wants to come home and relax and be with us after his busy/crazy life away...<br /><br />Me? I just lose sleep worrying about how to squeeze it all in and make everyone happy, including me<br /><br />Wish me luck...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> Ciao for now...<br /> <a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85869/jellyshane/b28b24eec562c0b51e03e25ad323b16c.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">You might also like...<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538295267652217302-5594511651040263671?l=jellyshane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Just Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395003829371149755noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538295267652217302.post-7213514808618970582011-10-05T19:02:00.000+11:002011-10-05T19:02:20.222+11:00just Pondering...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ALMjGGkneIA/TowJ1yTgWSI/AAAAAAAABho/a-DtrAwNor0/s1600/beachwhi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="250" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ALMjGGkneIA/TowJ1yTgWSI/AAAAAAAABho/a-DtrAwNor0/s400/beachwhi.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://pulsarmedia.eu/r_life_in_ocean_%26_sea_wallpapers_1_we_belong_to_ocean_and_sea_849_ocean_treasure_38917.html#image"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Image</span></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /> Do you? Just ponder? On life, on loves.... on missed opportunities?<br /><br />I do.<br /><br />No, not lamenting / hate my life / wish something had changed sort of self-speak<br /><br /><br />Just. I don't know... look back with different eyes.<br /><br />And see things a little differently<br /><br /><br />For example, LJ and I (<i>sister</i>) lived together when I was at Uni and she was working in a bank. We had a great time together. We didn't vacuum for a whole 6 months once. Because we could. No parents around. (<i>Actually the police did a door knock once because someone had gone missing and had walked up our road apparently so they wanted to know '</i><i>what were you doing on the night of...' sort of stuff. To tell you the truth I had an overwhelming urge to confess!! Too much TV I think. Anyhoo, the police looked around our flat with such interest and disdain at the mess that we cleaned as soon as we weren't potential suspects anymore....</i>)<br /><br />I digress...<br /><br />It is just that I look back and ask myself why we didn't go overseas for years, just the 2 of us. After all we had no mortgage, no dependents, no boyfriends..... Why didn't we just '<i>go for it</i>?'<br /><br />Also<br /><br />When I look back at photos of my kids I never remember them being so young at that time. It is like I am too busy living the life to really focus on how little they are or were. For example when Miss T went to school she seemed so grown up and ready but now I look at photos of her, she looks so little. But I remember at the time thinking she was so grown up.<br /><br />Don't get me wrong, I have no regrets. But. It seems that I was so busy living life, I didn't realize how fleeting those every day moments are.<br /><br />I wouldn't live my life any differently, or change any decisions I made...( <i>except perhaps not to steal $2.20 from the girl down the road and to be hauled down by my ear to explain myself and give it back AND be punished. I always wished I hadn't done that. I think I was 7...</i>)<br /><br />Do you ponder? Maybe you are too busy. I guess I was reminded when<i> LJ</i> and her kiddies came and they hadn't seen each other for nearly 10 months. Life just gets in the way some times doesn't it?<br /><br />The SF is coming home next week for a few days. It has been 6 weeks this time!! Eek!! Hopefully not for very much longer<br /><br /><br /> Ciao for now... <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85869/jellyshane/b28b24eec562c0b51e03e25ad323b16c.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">You might also like...<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538295267652217302-721351480861897058?l=jellyshane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Just Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395003829371149755noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538295267652217302.post-37199116436740563932011-10-03T18:42:00.000+11:002011-10-03T18:42:36.552+11:00just a Passion...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9EW3wRZcDM/ToGIzF_OENI/AAAAAAAABgo/vvgnZXs_6Iw/s1600/tumblrcamera.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="398" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9EW3wRZcDM/ToGIzF_OENI/AAAAAAAABgo/vvgnZXs_6Iw/s400/tumblrcamera.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://justbesplendid.tumblr.com/post/10188419743/captured"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Image</span></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br />Miss T is showing quite an interest in photography. I think she said her mobile phone had taken in excess of 3000 photos. Hmmm, that shows more than just a passing fancy. So. Off to do some homework regarding Christmas, presents and courses.................<br /><br /><br />Ciao for now...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85869/jellyshane/b28b24eec562c0b51e03e25ad323b16c.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0pt none ! important;" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">You might also like...<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538295267652217302-3719911643674056393?l=jellyshane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Just Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395003829371149755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538295267652217302.post-16376844377164794842011-10-02T17:26:00.000+11:002011-10-02T17:26:00.090+11:00Bye for Now....<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FycsOXjMlN4/TogCOsZLWYI/AAAAAAAABhk/fBsh1oFH_k0/s1600/tumblrgoodbye.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FycsOXjMlN4/TogCOsZLWYI/AAAAAAAABhk/fBsh1oFH_k0/s400/tumblrgoodbye.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://picturesandquotes.net/post/9370008402"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Image</span></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br />Well, have just dropped the troops off at the airport. We have had some great family moments together with the whole family, Skyping my sister's hubby and the Silver Fox so we all together... sort of.<br /><br />What fun we had!!! The cousins just all roll in together, plotting, scheming, wrestling... We love it!! Beach, pool, movies, out to dinner, bbqs, water balloons..... great fun!! <br /><br />My little niece (<i>who is a heavenly 6</i>) wished she was having a bad time so it would go slower. 'It always takes a long time when you are doing something you don't like, then it wouldn't go so quickly' I understand her logic.<br /><br />She cried all the way to the airport. Probably a good percentage of that was pure exhaustion but she is a kind little soul and misses everyone already. See? Heavenly<br /><br />We caught up with my brother and Master 4 who has some mean dance moves and put on a show at a restaurant. Very funny.<br /><br /><i>LJ </i>(<i>my sister</i>) and I chatted long into the night. We tried her new moisturizer which alas didn't suit my itchy scratchy skin. Pity. It promised so much... We planned, shopped online, shared.... It always feels so perfect when she is around you know?<br /><br />The age difference between the cousins is getting so much less. It is a pleasure to watch them grow and be together knowing a sense of family, a sense of kinship, of belonging... no matter what. The girls were often seen holding hands or hugging close, watching a movie or sleeping. Such a connection despite the 7 year age gap.<br /><br />Good for the soul having family around! The little ones are growing into such nice people and I love my siblings to bits.....<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> Ciao for now...<br /><br /><br /><br /> <a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85869/jellyshane/b28b24eec562c0b51e03e25ad323b16c.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">You might also like...<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538295267652217302-1637684437716479484?l=jellyshane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Just Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395003829371149755noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538295267652217302.post-18534860479301241992011-09-30T14:55:00.000+10:002011-09-30T14:55:08.424+10:00To Be Well Connected...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NEmw5Bbi8mU/ToVKnE_aiDI/AAAAAAAABhg/YYJsr8ZJjT8/s1600/SAM_0885.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NEmw5Bbi8mU/ToVKnE_aiDI/AAAAAAAABhg/YYJsr8ZJjT8/s320/SAM_0885.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /> Guess what?<br /><br />I gave my sister the 'gift' to keep us connected. Here is a photo....<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-14Jw3v40WhE/ToVIMO_G3KI/AAAAAAAABhM/2IFVaT48URM/s1600/SAM_0874.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-14Jw3v40WhE/ToVIMO_G3KI/AAAAAAAABhM/2IFVaT48URM/s320/SAM_0874.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />I have one too<br /><br /><br />But. Guess what?<br /><br />She bought me a gift too<br /><br />Guess what?<br /><br /><br />Here is a photo...<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OT71UDJLEIc/ToVJIiv3PdI/AAAAAAAABhU/q3TlW8NtOKk/s1600/SAM_0880.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OT71UDJLEIc/ToVJIiv3PdI/AAAAAAAABhU/q3TlW8NtOKk/s320/SAM_0880.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />She has one too<br /><br />How weird...<br /><br />I only told her I had a gift for her. Not what it was<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XYB6Rv-rGfo/ToVJnWQ7-zI/AAAAAAAABhY/oH1T1nh2k6M/s1600/SAM_0881.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XYB6Rv-rGfo/ToVJnWQ7-zI/AAAAAAAABhY/oH1T1nh2k6M/s320/SAM_0881.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br />Talk about being connected<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IojXYVHIPj4/ToVKHruAGRI/AAAAAAAABhc/f91a4vUZnFI/s1600/SAM_0883.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IojXYVHIPj4/ToVKHruAGRI/AAAAAAAABhc/f91a4vUZnFI/s320/SAM_0883.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /> Ciao for now...<br /><br /> <a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85869/jellyshane/b28b24eec562c0b51e03e25ad323b16c.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">You might also like...<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538295267652217302-1853486047930124199?l=jellyshane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Just Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395003829371149755noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538295267652217302.post-2285799600500349882011-09-28T20:51:00.000+10:002011-09-28T20:51:05.378+10:00Hey Little Sister....<center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/09/28/459.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/09/28/s_459.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />I'm just waiting. To pick up my sister and her kiddies. From the airport. They are coming in late but we will have fun for the next 4 days with family, frivolity and relaxation. Actually she is my only sister and we are around 2 years apart. I adore her but you probably know that from previous posts. She doesn't live near me and it is a shame really as we could have had some unreal babysitting schemes set up and even sleepovers so one couple could have, well, couple time. Not to be. Never mind.<br /><br />We have an older brother too and he is coming for the weekend with his 4 year old who just loves his cousins. It is lovely to watch them all jumble in together. I am looking forward to family but some sister time too. We chat and talk and share... You know? Just be together. I talk to her nearly every day. She is wise. And funny. And beautiful. I am lucky. I know it. I like her as a person too.<br /><br />I have bought her and I a gorgeous coffee mug each. To use daily and think of each other. To be connected. I have also bought her and I some pyjamas too. For the same reason. To share positivity. To draw strength from connectivity. To be connected over the miles. To bring each other closer. <br /><br />In think this is important. Not just for us but for all women. T know they are being heard, being thought of, loved for who they are. I have spoken about this before and I think women do this very well, this 'being connected' business. I will post some photos and let you know how it goes.<br />Ciao for now......<br /><br /><br />Just Martha<br /><br />Posted via IPad<div class="blogger-post-footer">You might also like...<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538295267652217302-228579960050034988?l=jellyshane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Just Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395003829371149755noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538295267652217302.post-36385419872139368972011-09-27T16:06:00.000+10:002011-09-27T16:06:06.926+10:00Master T-isms....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eTBsuN6VqEs/TmwhEuIyAuI/AAAAAAAABfs/mOKOtj5hRC8/s1600/SAM_0843.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eTBsuN6VqEs/TmwhEuIyAuI/AAAAAAAABfs/mOKOtj5hRC8/s400/SAM_0843.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">On top of the world...</td></tr></tbody></table><br />Due to popular demand, I have some more Master T sayings....<br /><br /><ul><li>"Milk increases your pheromones?". <i>He was actually meaning that milk made his teeth stronger. How does he even know about pheromones?</i></li></ul><br /><ul><li>"Mum when I wash my hair it sort of bounces around when I run. Why is that?" "Because it is clean. Hair is supposed to do that"</li></ul><br /><ul><li>"Mrs X from school is on parole" <i>Now, my ears did prick up only to find she is on sabbatical. Same but different.</i></li></ul><br /><ul><li>On seeing Bear Grylls find a road in one of his shows and run 'to find people', I commented that how would he know which direction to take. Master T looked at me like I was an idiot and said 'both directions lead to civilization'. Oh. Dup. Yeah. I guess you can't have a road leading to totally no where...</li></ul><br /><ul><li><div style="text-align: left;">He is reading a Bear Grylls book Mud, Sweat and Tears and so is his uncle who has warned me that there are raunchy bits coming up but he thought Master T might have passed them as they were both up to the same chapter. I thought I had better check this out as he never mentioned anything. So I asked him and this is the bit he thought was 'gross'.... '<i>milking it for sympathy</i>'. Yep, his 11 year old brain conjured something up alright... He also mentioned something about 'snogging' that he thought meant '<i>two people rubbing their..... noses together</i>'. </div><br /><br /> </li><li> Miss T on the other hand is all knowing and <i>guffaws</i> at things I say. I don't think the English language is safe from any generational interpretation. My general verbal conversations are met with laughs and a shake of the head at my apparent innocence. I am not safe to freely converse is would seem. Don't mention <i>hooking up</i> around a 13 year old and expect to be discussing a catch-up. Apparently....</li></ul><br />Ahhh, gotta love them...<ul></ul><br /><br /><i><b>Ciao for now...... </b></i><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Just Martha<br /><br />Posted via IPad<div class="blogger-post-footer">You might also like...<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538295267652217302-3638541987213936897?l=jellyshane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Just Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395003829371149755noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538295267652217302.post-38008845898733087912011-09-25T17:39:00.000+10:002011-09-25T17:39:44.231+10:00?Impossible...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2ZN3WsPDhao/Tl4d5uaGgQI/AAAAAAAABfI/a9NycPf5Rpk/s1600/tumblrimpossible.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2ZN3WsPDhao/Tl4d5uaGgQI/AAAAAAAABfI/a9NycPf5Rpk/s400/tumblrimpossible.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://ysvoice.tumblr.com/post/9362808805"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Image</span></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br />I am doing a quick post as I'm waiting for some relatives to come for dinner and then the SF's Mum is staying a couple of nights and bringing a girlfriend too. So, hmmm, that makes 8 for dinner. Lasagne cooking as we speak and a nice salad. My Dad is bringing focaccia. He is posh like that that. Maybe a lemon-drizzled cake for dessert. Sound nice?<br /><br />I have neglected you all. I'm so sorry. As you know I finally finished my Cert IV and low and behold, there was a casual teaching job advertised so I have applied for that. As I previously wrote, the idea was to sell myself so after being up until 2 am for 5 mornings, my application was emailed with 20 minutes to spare. Phew!!! I HATE working like that.... rushed until the very last second. However....... I did get very c-r-e-a-t-i-v-e towards the end. Sleep deprivation and deadlines does that to a girl. They wanted to me to prove how I knew stuff. So, I did. I even went as far as to explain in great detail how I could use the photocopier as part of my 'communication' skills. Do you think it was a bit extreme of me? Seemed a good idea at 2 in the morning let me tell you. So, 23 pages later.............. <br /><br />I've concluded that I would employ me. I sounded quite perfect on paper!!! Now, if only there wasn't an interview (if I get one of course!!)<br /><br />So, yesterday marked the beginning of the school holidays and I took the kiddies shopping and out for lunch. Today I have a long walk on the beach with some friends and then went to meet some other friends who were camping close by. I came in handy as there was a split head to fix!!!<br /><br />So, some visitors have arrived. Best go and be the hostess with the most-est. Looking forward to bed let me tell you. Did I tell you that I have started my challenge again? I told the Silver Fox that next time he saw me I would be wearing a flower on my lapel!!!<br /><br />So far so good.....<br /><br /><br /><br />Ciao for now... <br /><br /><br /><br /> <a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85869/jellyshane/b28b24eec562c0b51e03e25ad323b16c.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">You might also like...<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538295267652217302-3800884589873308791?l=jellyshane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Just Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395003829371149755noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538295267652217302.post-92213122063758578212011-09-22T17:18:00.001+10:002011-09-22T17:20:30.650+10:00Connections...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lVgP8zOutP8/Tnrbsuhs8fI/AAAAAAAABgU/80ZKjLZaq8Q/s1600/tumblrtea1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="398" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lVgP8zOutP8/Tnrbsuhs8fI/AAAAAAAABgU/80ZKjLZaq8Q/s400/tumblrtea1.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://louboutingirl.tumblr.com/page/9"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Image</span></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br />Do you feel connected? To your family, your friends... yourself? Hmmm, can be an issue can't it? I like to be creative about connections and am a firm believer in 'it is the thought that counts' type of concept. Let me tell you a little story. Or 2...<br /><br />There was a Mummy and her adult daughter, (<i>also a Mummy</i>), who lived far apart but were very close. Now the Mummy went and got herself the big 'c' and never to do things by halves, she required surgery, chemo a-n-d radiation as treatments, all in a row. Now the daughter was b-e-s-i-d-e herself with role conflict. She had her work and her family to look after but really wanted to be there for her Mother. She was also in the medical field so had an idea or two of actual and potential issues her Mummy might face. (<i>Are you keeping up? There are a few mummies in this story</i>). Also being in the medial field I am so very aware of family supports, stress and health so I wanted to do something to easily connect these two beautiful women going through a tough time. I bought them each a 'tea for one' set, plain white, which they opened together. The idea being that when they were apart, they could easily think of each other whilst doing something relaxing like have a cup of tea. And they did. And it was relaxing. But the point is they were connected. Easily with just a little lateral thinking. Now I take no credit for her wonderful recovery but it was an easy way to show that others are thinking of them, offering support and helping the sisterhood to remain connected despite the fact that lives get in the way.<br /><br />I did a post some time ago about the <a href="http://jellyshane.blogspot.com/2010/12/urgently-needed-girl-power.html">moon</a> and that we all look at the same moon. The point was that with girl power we could direct kind thoughts to the moon and those needing kind thoughts could receive them as simply as looking up into the sky at night and asking for them. Girl power indeed. I think this is a way of keeping us all connected and after the success of the R U OK? campaign, I think a lot of us need such a connection. Even those you might not suspect. (<i>Thinking of you my sweet friend...)</i><br /><br />My sister is coming for a few days over the school holidays and even though we have the best intentions, the kiddies haven't seen each other all year. Plus, my darling sister and I planned to have a couple of nights together every year. And we did. 4 years ago. So, i am determined to enjoy our time together plus keep us connected so I have bought just her and I a little present. The same. So we can use it and think of each other. i won't tell you what it is because she is my biggest fan (<i>or atleast she better be...</i>) but I will share of photo or two after the event.<br /><br />So, why don't you think about the girls in your life and think of something to strengthen those everyday bonds. I doesn't need to cost much. Something that says 'I love you', or 'I am thinking of you'? Time is fleeting and i am a big fan of appreciating the every day...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> Ciao for now...<br /><br /> <a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85869/jellyshane/b28b24eec562c0b51e03e25ad323b16c.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">You might also like...<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538295267652217302-9221312206375857821?l=jellyshane.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Just Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395003829371149755noreply@blogger.com2