Archive for September, 2007

Things I wish I’d asked my Nanna #4

Another thing I didn’t think of until now, that I wish I’d asked my Nanna when she was still alive.

  • What was my mother like as a child? Young woman?

Today I was mashing banana in the kitchen for R6m and was thinking about our little girl. (This story has nothing whatsoever to do with banana…it’s just in those mundane and rare quiet moments that I get some thinking done) In so many ways she reminds me of myself when I was her age and I started to wonder what my own mother was like as a child.

She died when I was 5 so my memories of her are hazy and childlike. I wish I knew what she was like as a little girl. Was she chatty, high spirited, spontaneous? Was she vivacious and lively and did she thrive on attention from people she loved? Did she hate to be alone, and have a huge capacity for love? I wonder.

I don’t suppose people generally go around asking their mothers “Were you a spontaneous child?” but children do glean a lot about their parents’ childhoods in the conversations of every day life. I often hear myself telling E4, “When I was a little girl just like you…” and it was these moments I didn’t get to have with my mother. So, that’s why I wish I’d asked my Nanna.

Take the Books Back!

Just because this is something I should never forget so that I never do it again. I hereby post on the internet that today I had to pay library fines of $26. Twenty Six Dollars!

Random Question #3

Here’s another random question for you…

  • Why do I always leave things (in particular, stressful things) to the last minute when I know that I don’t perform well under pressure?

Sugar Sugar

On Friday night I went to N’s house for a pamper night with the girls. They weren’t actually my the girls as the only other person I knew there was N, but they all knew each other and had done the pamper night before …annually I gathered.

Anyway, aside from feeling slightly socially awkward being the outsider (!) I had a nice time doing luxurious stuff. First came a foot spa, followed by a facial. Mmmmm….that felt nice. To finish off the evening was a back and shoulder massage. Oh. My. Goodness. If I was stupidly rich, I’d pay to have a massage every single day. My shoulders are always sore and tense. More so if I am tired. Especially when I have a young child to carry around, which is pretty much always in the last 5 years.

But thing I want to remember to do for myself is a brown sugar (not the soft one, the granulated one) and apricot oil scrub. It is such a lovely simple home made treat for hands and feet, and probably wouldn’t hurt all over. It really leaves the skin feeling very soft and smooth, and smells lovely. I’m sure you could all all manner of delicious smelly oils to it.

Try it!

Note to self: Don’t forget to do this for yourself from time to time.

Splash!

Look what we did.


We being my friend N and I. We made up the colour ourselves using some paint N had in her garage, along with some paint I had in my garage. The first day I loved it, but it’s slowly seeming a little ‘baby blue’ rather than ’sky blue’ which was what I was thinking of at the time. I’m wondering if it looks more like a baby’s nursery. It’s still a lot better than the cream that was there before and which is all through our house including the ceilings. I’m planning on some artwork for the main part of the wall, and something to cover the naked kitchen window.

Now I want colour in every room!

Facebook

I haven’t posted for ages because I’ve recently discovered Facebook and I’ve been wasting hours searching for old friends, and people from school. spending ages finding friends that really would like to know what I’m up to.  So, if anyone who knows me in real life and knows my name, you can find me there. Be my friend if you like…I’ve only got 5 and some of them have about 100, so it looks like I need all I can get.

I have more things to post, but since I’ve been spending so much time trawling Facebook, my daughter is in need of some attention and wants to spend some time with me. But I’ll come back later and post about the fresh new dining room and kitchen colour, and my birthday and Enjo and pampering myself and whatever else.

Hello Helicopter Pilot

I reckon helicopter pilots would get to see a lot of interesting things. I think one saw me naked. Well…semi naked.

A few Saturday nights ago I was soaking in the tub when I heard the neighbours dogs barking furiously. They bark from time to time, but on this occasion, I took notice because I’d noticed that week that the neighbour husband was away, leaving only the neighbour wife and little girl.

So after hearing the dogs bark, I heard what I could only describe as a clamour over our fence, a few footsteps and a grunt as the owner of those feet presumably tripped on our enormous pile of weeds and garden refuse.

I froze. I didn’t want to make a sound. Mostly so I could listen, but also because in that moment when you realise there is a stranger on your property late at night while you’re naked in the bath you suddenly feel rather vulnerable.

I listened. There were no more sounds, and so while that indicated the most likely the person was just running through and all was well, I still had thoughts going through my head along the lines of

“If a burglar is about to break in, I’d better get dressed,” and

“Maybe I should just lie here and hope the burglar doesn’t find me,” but that thought was quickly replaced with more rational thoughts about my children and doing something sensible like waking my husband.

So I got out of the bath as quietly as possible and dashed to our room with just a towel around me that didn’t cover nearly as much as I’d have liked. I leaned over sleeping husband and whispered:

“D!” pause

“D! Honey, you’d better wake up. I think there’s someone outside!”

“huh?”

“I think there’s someone outside. I was in the bath and I heard someone out the back. I heard the dogs bark and footsteps.”

“Huh? What…”

“You need to wake up. I heard someone outside. I think someone climbed over our fence. But I think they’re gone now, but I thought I should tell you”

“What do you want me to do?”

“I dunno. I just thought I should tell you. “

“You need to tell me what you want me to do.”

“Maybe you could have a look around”

“Where?”

“I dunno, just outside somewhere and see if there’s anything to see. Maybe we should check on -neighbours- and see if everything is ok. I think -neighbour wife- is home alone. Maybe I should ring them. OK, I’ll ring them and see if they’re ok”

So while D slowly recovered consciousness from deep sleep, I rang the neighbour and left a message on their answering machine. That seemed a little silly, and still does in retrospect, but still I told them I’d just heard someone running from their property, and that I’d send D around to check it out.

Now that I’d offered D’s services to our neighbours on his behalf I had to tell him to go and check it out ask him if he thought it was a good idea to check out the neighbours house. By now all was quiet and nothing seemed out of the ordinary. He went out the front of our house, and suddenly I was worried for him, so I half followed (still in the towel) with the phone in hand ready to call an ambulance if he happened to get a bump on the head or something while confronting burglars. the police if anything looked suspicious.

As he arrived back to me, we both heard the sound of the police helicopter circling in the vicinity. Ooooh, now it was getting exciting and I wanted to be in on it. as helpful as possible, so I called the police to report what I’d heard. They didn’t tell me anything. The lady asked for our address details and within a minute, the helicopter was circling overhead. We went and stood out on the back deck to watch and I commented to D that it was pretty silly sending a helicopter to find someone running on foot in the middle of the night because it was so dark. He pointed out that they probably have military quality night vision cameras and could more than likely see in great detail.

So, there I was clad only in a towel standing out on our deck looking up at the helicopter. I wonder how many other people were disturbed mid bath that night.

Past Present Puture.*

Did you know that no one I know in my real life reads this blog? So theoretically it could all be a load of bollocks and none of you would know any better! Well, OK one reader that I know of has had email contact with me, but none of my real life friends of family even knows I blog.

I like it most of the time because I can be myself without thinking too much about who might be reading.

But today I gave the link to a good friend of mine. We live in separate countries now, and I miss that we can’t just pop over for a coffee. I’ve never met her husband or her two children and she last saw me on my wedding day. But, she’s a loyal friend, and whenever we connect it’s alway easy conversation and frequent laughs.

We first became friends at primary school. We lived nearby and used to catch the same bus to and from school. (It was bus number 640 when I first started catching the bus aged about 7 I think and later changed to bus number 246. Strange that I still remember that.) Towards the end of primary school we spent more time together and I would visit her house to play. I remember how we used to build cubby houses. I remember her swing set, her lovely room and one rather embarrassing incident when I hit her father over the head with a doll. (I’m cringing now just thinking about it. )

We attended different high schools and had little contact until we’d both left school and found ourselves both studying nursing at the same university. That renewed a long lasting friendship.

Oh how we could talk. We laughed until our faces were red and tears ran down. We used to meet and walk along the beach together. (That remains one of my favourite places in the whole world to this day.) As nurses, we shared a peculiar and somewhat graphic sense of humour. A favourite running joke came from the pages of the Mosby’s Medical and Nursing dictionary. (*The P pages if you must know.)

Once we went on a road trip for a weekend to the Flinders Ranges. We made ridiculous jokes and took photos and saw beautiful parts of our great country. I think we both knew that we were making special memories on that trip. I laugh now when I remember that after so much exercise that weekend traipsing all over the ranges, we both decided to buy bikes to get fit. So that very week I think it was we both bought bikes and used to meet to ride along the esplanade. We did in fact get quite fit.

I think we suspected that we would go separate ways in life. Both of us were keen travellers and although we never travelled abroad together, we talked of our adventures and places we’d been or wanted to go. Once I’d met D and foresaw a future together it was a given that I’d be leaving Australia and the poor girl had to endure my ramblings about him, and what he’d said and what I’d said and blah blah….you know all that romantic stuff. (After all, it was a long distance romance… I had to talk to someone about it!)

Since we have gone separate ways, (she has also left home town and married a foreigner and is now living in another place) life has taken on a much more serious tone. We’ve both had children while away from family support. She has faced health issues. We’ve both had to learn to carve out a new life in a new place.

Life has been harder than I expected since those days. We talked of our futures with sparkles in our eyes and the naivete of youth. Idealists, we dreamed of fairy tale weddings, and babies and love. We’ve each been blessed with these things, but I don’t think either of us expected the real world to be so hard at times. In our dreams we forgot the realities of washing piles, sleepless nights, loneliness and the hard work and worry of look after sick children.

But you know what? We’ve grown. We’ve grown in maturity, wisdom and character. I wouldn’t go back to those girlish days. Yes, it was fun. Yes we were blissfully happy, but life is good. We have beautiful children and good husbands, and are living the life of adventure we dreamed about.

These days are precious my friend. We’ll too soon look back and remember them with fondness.

Random Question #2

  • Is it bad netiquette to add someone to your blogroll or link to a post without asking?

(Why? Because I do it all the time and just wanted to know if I’ve left a trail of blog faux pas behind me.)

Sugar and Spice and… well balloons.

 

niceaward “…for those bloggers who are nice people and good blog friends – those who bring good feelings and inspiration. Also for those who are a positive influence on our blogging world.”

 

Oh my gosh. I won something! Thanks Sarah…It’s the only blog award I have so I feel ridiculously pleased.  Now…if I could just figure out how to pop it into my sidebar, I would.

Actually, I won something else as well. Back in July, I found a message in a balloon…and posted it on my blog to see if someone would find it and join it too. Well *sniff* no one participated from my blog *sniff sniff* BUT *grin* mine was the furtherest (yep I know that’s wrong, but that’s how I like that word) found balloon, so I win a little prize! Here’s the gaff if you’re interested.

Now, the Niceties go to: Carrien I’m a lurker on her blog which I’ve enjoyed for a while now so can’t really call myself a friend, and don’t know if she’ll want the award, but gee, it’s worth a try.  Her posts are beautifully written, honest, inspiring and thought provoking.

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