Tuesday, July 31, 2007

the last few days

I have some sad news today. I found out yesterday that a very kind beautiful older friend I used to work with died of cancer. She had been diagnosed four times with breast cancer and had been fighting this awful disease for years. She was given a year to live about eighteen months ago. I feel very very sad as I had not spoken to her for a while. The last time I spoke to her she was well but feeling tired from the chemo. I thought about her nearly every day and kept wanting to give her a call but wasn't sure if she would be up to it so kept postponing and now it is too late to call. Why is that always the case? I have close friends who I only see once every few months. When we get together we always vow to ring/speak to each other more regularly but it never eventuates. And what is with cancer? So many people are being diagnosed with it now. Modern life / technology must not be having a very good effect on our health.
Just a reminder to all women, weekly self breast examinations are a must. And for any men who are reading this- don't forget the prostate check, yes I know, unpleasant but absolutely necessary!!

Ok should change the mood! Had a very yummy dinner on Friday night. I ate the best most delicious risotto ever at Cecconi's (I think that is how you spell it) which is in Flinders Lane, worth a try. The following day I unfortunately went to most embarassing humiliating football game ever. Actually the second worst after the 2003 Grand Final! Suffice to say I left at half time as could not be bothered witnessing the slaughter in the absolute freezing cold. That match sure shut up the collingwood supporters. They were speechless for a change!!! Anyway the following day my hubby after working night duty dragged himself out of bed to say " you guys got slaughtered, how embarassing" and then went back to bed. What the ......... !!!!! I wish he would not open his mouth sometimes (actually maybe more than sometimes).

Decided to take the kids out for lunch after that spastic comment. My son ordered poached eggs with toast and chips. Is that bad parenting for allowing that? That night both my son and daughter told their father that they wanted a new baby!!! Of course my son wants a brother whilst my daughter has requested a baby sister. Then (drum roll please) my son asked "but how does the baby get into your tummy." I handballed that to hubby but he became speechless. So I said and might I add that I was very impressed with my answer "when two people love each other Jesus puts a baby in mummy's tummy." The little rascal is quite obsessed with Jesus so he accepted my explanation. But he did ask us both if we loved each other, very cute. Later on that night he told me that I was not allowed to yell at daddy anymore and daddy was not allowed to yell at me! As i.........f we ever yell at each other. Must leave it at that as have to watch All Saints.
P.S Hubby is having a massage in the lounge room. What about me?

Monday, July 23, 2007

The joys of motherhood!!!!!

WARNING: DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVE NOT HAD CHILDREN OR HAVE A SENSITIVE STOMACH.
SECOND WARNING TO MR MANIAC: YOU ARE ALWAYS TELLING ME I DIVULGE TOO MUCH INFORMATION SO READ AT OWN RISK
Thought I would tell you about my lovely evening. My five year old said he had diarrhoea and needed to go to the toilet. I sent him to the toilet and continued doing my own thing. A few minutes later I could hear him crying. Rushed to the bathroom and very soon I realised my son did not have diarrhoea but was quite constipated. He had tears steaming down his face and was saying "get it out, get it out." Of course I was thinking he could not possibly be referring to his poo? Then he yelled "my poo, mummy, I can't get it out". So I did what only a mother would do, I put the glove on ... and the rest is history.

I recently visited a friend who had just had a baby and she kept asking me why nobody ever tells you what it is really like after you take baby home from the hospital. How can you possibly tell somebody that one day you might be required to wear the glove...

Of course I need to mention the weekend win. Collingwood beat Essendon by 29 points. Go Pies!!! Always lovely when we beat Essendon. I am now at the point where I am not really enjoying the footy because I am too stressed about not winning by enough and our percentage, and not ending up in the top four; blah, blah, blah. Enjoyed the footy more when we were losing nearly every game in 2005. Mr Maniac, with encouragement from his daughter's partner reached another level of craziness. I thought he was really funny, however his wife was not too impressed. The funniest comment of the day was when he yelled at a dud Essendon player "I can smell you from here, you SHIT yourself, still smelling it from here". Maybe you need to be a feral Collingwood supporter to appreciate the comment.

Would also like to commend one of my friends for just being himself and not pretending to be somebody he is not. An old friend of mine got married on the weekend. Many many years ago, back in the old clubbing days, he was known for his flares, platform shoes and afro -outof control- hair style. Sure enough, he continued the tradition on his wedding day. His flares were perfectly tailored to hide his platform shoes, and the hair was exactly the same. Good on his partner for accepting him the way he is. He was never one to conform to the normal. Think I have rambled on enough, getting really late, GOODNIGHT.

Thursday, July 19, 2007

8 facts about the little magpie!!!

Was tagged a couple of weeks ago by Mrs Tupperware queen so here goes:

A. Each player lists 8 facts/habits about themselves.
B. The rules of the game are posted at the beginning before those facts/habits are listed.
C. At the end of the post, the player then tags 8 people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves them a comment, letting them know that they have been tagged and asking them to read your blog.

1. I was actually introduced to my husband about four years before we actually met by my brother, not sure why but remember being introduced to him even though we just said hi to each other
2. I met my best friend while I was jogging around Central Park (the only time I have jogged in my life), we did not initially hit it off, I thought she was a bitch, she thought I was a snob ! Sixteen years later we are still friends.
3. I am very anal about the way I make my bed. The pillows have to be very precisely positioned, if I could use a ruler to measure, I would.
4. I love reading useless facts especially the ones on the strips off sanitary products
5. My dream job would be to be a stylist, not to the stars but to everyday people. I think I would be great at it.
6. Ever since I was a teenager, I really believed I was going to have three boys, I still think it is strange that I have a daughter
7. One day when my kids are older I would really like to become a foster mum. This has been the case since I was 15 years old.
8. And just in case you still don't know, I luuuuuv the Collingwood football club. The exhiliration I feel at the first bounce of each game is priceless.


As I am new to blogging I could not possibly tag eight people as I don't even know eight people with blogs so will try to tag ONE person, sorry.



Sunday, July 15, 2007

Happy Birthday to me!

It is my birthday today! Not sure why but never feel happy on my birthday. I hate the idea of being another year older and noticing changes to my face. I have noticed that my hands have aged. Anyway, I was woken up by Mr Superhero(my 5 year old) saying "is it your birthday today, are you 33 yet?" I thought that was very sweet. I think he is excited by the idea that he will be eating cake. I looked at both my kids in bed with me and thought that I dont need anything else for my big day. It is now 5pm and have spent the whole day with them and am now feeling that I need a break from them and hubby really ought to buy me a huge gift for being the mother of his two kids! I am sure all mothers will agree. I would be feeling very different of course if my beloved Pies won yesterday. I always feel quite flat for a couple of days after a loss. Of course I keep reminding myself that IT IS JUST A GAME, but somehow the message is not being sent to the right part of the brain. Must leave it at that as going out for dinner which of course I had to organise.

Saturday, July 7, 2007

Very excited as the pies won today. Go Pies! For those of you who don't know me, my weekends revolve around the footy. In fact it goes further then that. If we win I remain in a euphoric state for the entire weekend. If we lose then I become Mrs Grumpy and I find fault in everything and everybody. I have been home sick for over a week but felt it absolutely necessary to go to the football on a very cold day, my feet still feel numb from the cold. I thought we lost the game today and was ready to go home at three quarter time but my footy companions would not let me leave. A big thank you to my footy mates. During the very intense game, my friend moved her screaming husband next to me and then kept telling me to shut him up. Like I was going to risk having him whack me across the head. He was screaming like a maniac. Then she told me that in the event that the pies lose, could I please perform CPR on her husband. I dont know but I think it might be a bit weird performing mouth to mouth on your friend's husband! I think many footy supporters need a session on the couch. That is the pshychiatrist's COUCH. What normal sane person pays money to sit in the absolute pouring rain on a day like today. We even saw a mother with a newborn baby (for goodness sake, the average temp today was 9).

Anyway I think my other half is having a mid life crisis or maybe he needs a session on the COUCH. Why else would he buy himself a new car that is electric blue. Why Why Why? To make matters worse it is the kind of car a 'hoon' drives. Hoon, bogan etc.etc. The other day, much to my dismay I was forced to drive it and a bogan in another car blew me a KISS. I think he thought he was blowing a kiss from one bogan to another. Just because I go to the footy every week, I barrack for Collingwood and our club president is originally from Broadmeadows that does NOT make me a bogan. Anyway, I could not ever imagine buying a car that my partner did not like. And I did not appreciate my husband's friend trying to imply that I did not like the new car because it did not cost a mint. All the boys love the car of course! Boys and their cars.

Must sign off now. I have released my frustrations. Geez, I think this blog has saved me a session on the COUCH.

Wednesday, July 4, 2007

first entry

School Holidays! 11 days to go until school starts, but who's counting. As we have all been home sick we have been quite bored. My son asked me today if we he was starting school soon. He must be bored! I should start by introducing myself. I am 32 years old, married with two kids. My little boy is 5 and he thinks of himself as a superhero in training. My little girl is 3 and she is commonly referred to as little Miss Princess. Thankfully she is at creche today. I am football crazy, especially Collingwood crazy. I must say, it is hard work being a pies' supporter at the moment since my favourite player has had a complete lapse of judgement or simply does not have a brain. Yes I am referring to Allan Didak. I have had many requests by people to take the photo I have of him and myself off the fridge, however I remain loyal so the photo remains on the fridge.