tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21683553239658682652024-03-06T00:12:14.301-08:00IWASNTBLOGGEDYESTERDAYA bit o' this ,a bit o' that...IWASNTBLOGGEDYESTERDAYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18054455347275782284noreply@blogger.comBlogger121125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168355323965868265.post-19060347038647821202013-12-01T23:06:00.000-08:002013-12-01T23:32:18.223-08:00Really: it's been THAT long?Quick hello, can't believe it's been a year and a half since I was here. Sorry about that. I've missed you all, and hopefully in the next week or so will get to your blogs and have a catch up.I'm hoping and praying that I find all of you well and happy but law of probability says that might not be possible,but my fingers are crossed .<br />
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I got so busy after the twins arrived, I spent the first four months 3 nights a week at my daughters helping as her hubby works shift work.I'd taken on a babysitting job ,closer to her home than mine,so it saved petrol and helped out everywhere ,but,of course I still have RA and so it started to catch up on me, so when we went on holidays to Bali for a few weeks, I quit the babysitting and Gemma coped on her own ,so I only went over on a call out basis, if mum sick or a bubba sick kind of thing.<br />
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Then Chloe and Jess borrowed for and bought our local video store and a little house , then we had Xmas,then I turned 50...yeah, you read that right, not impressed, but thats' life. Danny met Aimee, who is the ONE , we love her to bits too.We volunteered to hand raise Gemma's boxer puppies (fading puppy syndrome)which took up over 3 months ..... then the twins 1st birthday, a few ups and downs with arthritis ,Les's hip replacement, a family wedding...and here I am . Time has just flown and in that time, I've lacked motivation to do work on my media course and actually write,even in here,so I stayed away. Hopefully we can pick up where we left off, and fingers crossed I find some motivation and some things to write about. Perhaps I need a suggestion box !!<br />
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I'll leave you with some pics from the past 18 months.<br />
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Piper Leslie 1 Year !!!</div>
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OMG nanny turned 50!!!</div>
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They're here,They're here,They're here,They're here,They're here,They're here<b>!!!!</b></div>
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The twins were due to be born by Cesarean yesterday the 15th!!! BUT they were born last Thursday on the 7th June :)</div>
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On Wed night about midnight I get a shaky call from Gemma, "Mum I think my water just broke.."</div>
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Aunty Emma, so proud ...<br />
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Nearly there. This pic was taken about 2 weeks ago at 34 weeks. At 30 weeks Gemma had some early labour and was transferred to Canberra Hospital, they gave her medication to stop it and the babies the steroid injections for their lungs just in case. It settled over 24hours but she had to say there for 4 weeks until our country hospital could cope if she went into labour as she is having a C/S. Baby boy is stting in her pelvis like a hammock bum down and baby girl is lying straight across the top with their heads together.<br />
We have tentative date of 37 weeks, 2 weeks at the most. Not long now, but sooo long for her, they are so heavy. My sister made it look easy when she had her pair and Gemma has too, even though it's so uncomfortable, she's done really well. The youtube twin mums we had been following mostly had lot's of problems and didn't look much like themselves anymore after 30 weeks! Her friend with the other McTwins has also landed in hospital ,she is 7 weeks behind Gem, not sure how long she will have to stay in and she has 2 children to juggle as well.<br />
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I can't wait and hard to believe I will be a grandma. It doesn't seem that long ago I was waiting for my own babies.<br />
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I had my adopted niece Rhi here for a few days a few weeks ago, she lost her job suddenly and was devastated, so it wasn't the best trip for her, but it was lovely to have her here. She's not much fussed at being like her mum, but some things are uncanny and I had a dejavu moment!! I'll tell her she got her mums good bits like her sense of fun.<br />
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I'm the first in the group of old schoolchildren that have found each other on facebook to be a granny, but the others are not far behind me, with one of them also expecting twin grandchildren.<br />
It has been so lovely to share in this with my first best friend from kindergarten all those years ago. It was surreal and a special moment to have her be a part of Gemma's wedding and now she's been crocheting furiously and making cot sheets. Kez has medical problems ,like my own, chronic bits that ebb and wane and so it was a monumental train trip for her to get down here to stay here a few days. I took her off to see the Wombat statue,pretty much the only thing in Wombat really...We befuddled Les with our giggling over the ridiculous and entertained Gemma at the hospital.<br />
She bought me the BEST poncho. I haven't owned one of these since I was 9 , but as Kez says, if you can't refuse to get out of bed you take the bed with you...<br />
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<br />IWASNTBLOGGEDYESTERDAYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18054455347275782284noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168355323965868265.post-8392094592056232372012-05-05T16:34:00.000-07:002012-05-05T16:34:44.403-07:00L=LifeLife<br />
It get's in the way of blogging.<br />
I WAS on a roll!!<br />
Gemma had some prem labour, went to the local hospital and they transferred her to Canberra, it all settled down with the meds and she now has steroid cover for the bubbies lungs. she is 32 weeks tomorrow,hoping to cook them for at least another 2.It's hard being 2 hours from your new husband. In fact I remember uttering these exact words in tears" but we've never had a night apart" ...now it's "Yay I get the TV to myself all night ", but seriously it is hard for them, esp with the worry of prem labour and the extra cost of petrol in the back and forth as Aaron has to go work.<br />
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Other news, not so good: My niece Rhi, <a href="http://thehyperaspie.blogspot.com.au/2012/05/change-is-never-ok-people-say-it-is-but.html" target="_blank"> the hyper aspy</a>, was sacked from her job!!! She brought in a CRS worker to help her keep her job because of an issue, a meeting was held to make reasonable workplace adjustments a month ago and there have been no issues since, then bang ,on Friday, instant dismissal with a letter, 2 weeks pay and a here's your hat there's the door. I am soooo ropable.She's on a bus right now coming down to me for a hug and we will work on an anti discrimination claim. I don't normally swear but FAAAAAAAAARK. sorry .</div>
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<span style="font-size: 100%;">Keepsakes are such a personal thing, a reminder, a </span>memory<span style="font-size: 100%;">,something special in time ,place and person.</span><br />
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I'm not a true hoarder , there is a clear path through my home, but I confess to boxes of ...stuff...memories. Some from my childhood and some from my childrens.</div>
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Not that long ago we were renovating and had to find somewhere(the dining room...sigh) for the boxes and accumulated.."stuff".I went through it,some of it was sellable, things we had bought to use for the house but changed our minds or bought something else when the original couldn't be found. Some of the stuff belonged to the kids and has been given back and other bits were ..well..rubbish... exit 6 boxes. I figure if I hadn't looked for or needed the paperwork in 10 years then I didn't need it....3 boxes ..gone!! So now we are down to Christmas decorations/tree/lights, a few paintings and frames left from the gallery and the odd few things still belonging to the kids...and my keepsakes.<br />
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I have kept a few things from each of the kids, things they made at school or at home for the christmas tree. No Easter bonnets ,they were huge,elaborate things that fell apart and/or got eaten .<br />
My keys still hang on a key hangery thing that Danny made in preschool and gave me for mothers day. My china cabinet is chockas full of keepsakes. The cigars given for our firsborn. The small gifts given for each of them as babies, ceramic booties and crochet slippers, a vest I knitted for one,another a cardigan and another a teddy bear. My wedding bouquet and my bridesmaid bouquet for my middle sisters wedding that I didn't attend as I was in hospital having lost a baby. A collection of $2 shop resin bears that the children would buy for me for Christmas with their $2 for each gift Christmas spending money.<br />
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Little 18th and 21st plastic silver keys, markers of the occasions, one a party event at" home" and the other as a newly wed at my inlaws with a simple cupcake.<br />
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The wedding champagne glasses I took my first sip from as a married woman,A hip to toe plaster cast from our toddlers broken leg. Netball trophy's from when I was a child, an embroidered apron from Les's great great aunt, his mothers wedding ring, his signed wooden 21st key .<br />
I have nothing of my mums in there, she had her own cabinet much the same as mine and the things are packed away ,safe, at his home. My Nonna used to collect bonbonaire from every wedding she went to , at my wedding she was the only one we gave one to! She must have had 100 of these little lacy pretty thankyous. When she passed I asked my uncle about them, but he had thrown them away, they were just dust collectors to him,to the 9 grandchildren they were part of the fabric of our childhood ,as Nonna would go to each one in the cabinet and show us whose wedding it belonged to with a photo of the bride and groom, every time we visited.<br />
For a long time nothing had been added to the cabinet other than dust, the kids no longer draw special pictures,make cards or bring home merit certificates. But with Gemma's wedding came a few new keepsakes and I know I will have to make room for things from my grandchildren. So my next job is to get in there take it all out, sort it, dust it, probably have a little tear over some things and then put it all back leaving room for the new memories.<br />
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<br />IWASNTBLOGGEDYESTERDAYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18054455347275782284noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168355323965868265.post-82729490765414884842012-04-22T17:16:00.001-07:002012-04-22T17:16:07.053-07:00J=JokesI can't tell a joke, I stumble mumble, forget things and generally stuff it up,so that they are unfunny.<br />
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Here's a couple I could not tell to save my life but I reckon are funny and so you don't have to suffer me skipping lines and forgetting and starting again 3 times and telling you where its funny before I finish...I've written them down.<br />
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One day,waiting in line for lunch ,Pete says to Dave behind him, "My elbow hurts like hell. I think I might go see a doctor."<br />
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"Nahh, a doctor'll cost you heaps,you don't have to spend that much," Mike replies. "There's computer at the chemist up the street . Just piss in a jar and the computer'll tell you what's wrong with you and tell you what to do. It takes ten seconds and costs ten bucks...waaaay cheaper than the quack."<br />
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So Pete pee's in a little jar and takes it to the chemist. He puts in ten dollars, the computer lights up and asks for the urine sample. He pours the pee into the slot . Ten seconds later, the computer spits out a printout: You have tennis elbow. Soak your arm in warm water and avoid heavy activity. It will improve in two weeks.<br />
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At home he was thinking about it and while he thought it was amazing ,he began wondering if the computer could be fooled.So, he mixed some tap water, a bit of poop from his dog,hair samples from his wife and daughter, and masturbated into the mixture for good measure.<br />
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Pete hurries back to the chemist, eager to check the results. Heputs in his ten bucks, pours in his concoction, and awaits the results.<br />
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1. Your tap water is too hard. Get a water softener.<br />
2. Your dog has ringworm. Bathe him with anti-fungal shampoo.<br />
3. Your daughter has a cocaine habit. Get her into rehab.<br />
4. Your wife is pregnant...twin girls. They aren't yours. Get a lawyer.<br />
5. If you don't stop playing with yourself, your elbow will never get better.<br />
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The young man replies, "I sold three thoushand three hundred and thirty three Tooth Brushes!"<br />
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"Well you see," , "I went out into the mall and thet up this table, and on one side I put some chips, and on the other side I put thome dips. Then I put a big sign behind the table that read: 'Free Chips & Dips.' Then the people they came and first they picked up a chip then they dipped it in the dip and then they ate it."<br />
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Intuition... when you just know it!!!</div>
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It's the thing that makes you turn around while driving, to see that your child is choking on something,or sneaking a peek at them to see why it's too quiet , to find every item of clothing from their wardrobes and drawers is on the floor along with every single toy.<br />
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The gut feeling that no matter how cheap this item is, it's going to fall apart 5 mins after you use it or wear it out.<br />
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I was on the phone to my Dad a while back, while looking at google maps to see if I could find the remains of the old slab house my mum grew up in and asked dad what the number of the house was. He couldn't remember. It was one of those places you just knew where it was, and went there, didn't send letters to it. While I was talking a number popped into my head....63, I said to Dad I thought Mum had given me the number, he laughed and said he thought it was , but not sure. Months later while going through and album Dad had brought down to me, in it there was a photo of Aunt Liz's hut...there was the number printed underneath 67...,Pop's place was 2 doors back making it number 63...thanks Mum !!!<br />
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For some people its a judge of character and that can either be good or bad. I know people who seem to draw people who "need" them. And then get walked over, but they don't see that coming. Other people can spot a conman/woman at 30 paces.<br />
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I was recently at a McDonalds sitting at one of those windows that butt out from side of the entrance, so that I was able to watch a dog that had been tied to a table leg while the owner got a coffee . His reactions to people were fascinating. Most people he took an interest in, some more than others, he would lift his head and sniff, or just watch people with interest. It didn't appear to have anything to do with food, he didn't look hungry at all and some people weren't carrying food.<br />
This one man , he had been sitting at the back with his wife,smoking away while having his food , and decided to leave. There was nothing untoward just to look at him, he looked a little like an old "hippy farmer." As he walked past, I watched the dog ...shrink. It sort of closed up and shrank back, not looking at the man at all. I had seen the dog ignore some people or just raise one eyebrow and not be bothered with their smell, but this person he obviously did not like. It creeped me out.<br />
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The universe has a sense of humour I think.Freckles, warts, pimples, skin tags.</div>
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What is with skin tags, don't you just want to rip em off if you see one? I can't help looking at them,they rarely stay still.I want to grab the tweezers....and scissors....and SNIP.</div>
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They always remind me of that scene with John Candy playing Uncle Buck when he goes to the school about his niece for a meeting with the assistant principal, she's got this big hairy mole on her face:<br />
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Uncle Buck : [Staring at it] I'm Buck Melanoma. Moley Russell's wart. Not her wart. Not her wart! I'm... I'm the wart. She's my tumor. My... my growth. My... uh, my pimple. I'm Uncle Wart. Just old Buck "Wart" Russell. That's what they call me, or Melanoma Head. They'll call me that. "Melanoma Head's coming." I'm s... uncle! Maisy Russell's uncle!<br />
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When I went to school we were sure frogs gave you warts, or boys. We had to hold hands with boys for compulsory dancing lessons more often than we handled frogs,so I'm guessing it was the boys.</div>
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I had one on my hand for years, it got huge .I did the wart paint and bandaid over a bandaid with a hole in it thing and eventually it came off.Then the darn thing grew back and brought friends, so I did it again, got rid of the big one and it left taking the friends with it.</div>
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In highschool it was hair and pimples. What the hell? Hairy legs, eyebrows, underarms........................nether regions...........now that was a surprise!!! And pimples. ohh those buggers right on the tip of your nose....on school photo day. And the one at the edge of your lip, tiny tiny little thing , but squeeze it and a giant plug finds its way out of that tiny hole and the pain brings you to your knees...like childbirth without the involuntary pushing..</div>
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which has growths of it's own and these ones are parasites.</div>
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The universe is hilarious ......... tears of laughter!!!!IWASNTBLOGGEDYESTERDAYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18054455347275782284noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168355323965868265.post-69760354295311400192012-04-07T01:19:00.002-07:002012-04-07T01:19:50.459-07:00F-Forgetful<br />
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You've probably gathered by now I'm a tad forgetful? As my mother used to say...I'd forget my head if it wasn't............</div>
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I go into a room and forget what for. If I put something down....say... my glasses while looking for my keys, then I can't remember where I put my glasses!</div>
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When I was nursing part time ,I had 3 kids under 4 to organise ,I don't remember being so forgetful. Pretty sure I fed them and had their immunisations done on time. The less I have to remember the less I remember. Unless it was 40 years ago. Those things I remember. Not in a day to day conversation verbatim way but there's plenty in the file.Some things the file has a label but no contents. hhmmm, for example a family reunion in Parammatta Park in the 80's. I remember I went, and that's about it.</div>
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My life is full of little embarrassing moments. Some of them could have been avoided if I wasn't gullible or so forgetful. And I've had the " I could die" embarrassment a few times too.<br />
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Kindergarten at school was where I "learned" to be embarrassed. I don't remember it before then. but being shown up in class by being hit with a ruler or made to sit by yourself for some slight, kinda ingrains it.To me there's a difference between embarrassment and shame.I figure if your're embarrassed and feel shame too, you were up to something you shouldn't have been.<br />
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At school I remember being sooo embarrased by " I told him you like him" or "that boy likes you"<br />
"your mum is at the school office/ tuckshop/outside your class waiting.............."<br />
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I used to fall for this a lot.. the person waving and smiling at me.I'd wave back,often madly and then realise they were never waving at me at all,but the person behind. 100 more embarrasment points if it's someone you actually know.<br />
These days I need glasses to see faces, so now I get embarrassed when you tell me I didn't wave.<br />
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I was a blusher, if the attention was on me for any reason I would blush. blushing in itself is embarrassing"LOOK she's blushing" .....sigh<br />
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Apart from please, thankyou , no elbows on the table and eat everything on our plate, we didn't have any dining ettiquete. I went to a friends family birthday dinner when I was about 16. My food was put in front of me, everyone smiled, so I tucked in, I looked up momentarily to about 4 faces glaring at me. I didn't wait for the host to sit and pick up her fork.oops.<br />
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I never never ask if someone is pregnant ,even if I hear them talking about babies.I did once, she had had the baby a week before. If you're going to eavesdrop...be better at it .<br />
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Imagine sitting anywhere really but especially for an hour in a train carriage reading your book, minding your own business, when a gaggle of teens with one of these laugh bags are in the seats in front of you .Have you heard on of these things?<br />
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arrrgh I fell for this ...every...damn....time.....</div>
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I thought my friend Rob would get me arrested and carted off to juvie at the age of 14!! He would aim this stuff at the backs of people coming down elevators as we were going up.Very sneakily, no one ever saw. The brand we had would squirt a fair way... Oddly no one ever tapped anyone on the shoulder to let them know they suddenly had blue ink all over the back of their shirt. The odd person felt something and looked about, giving us an odd look(the maniacal laughter ceased immediately) but we looked innocent right back at them.</div>
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These were hellishly expensive but good tricks on parents... not your own parents, they saw right through it, but other peoples parents..........</div>
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one I didn't fall for,only because it was not tried on me</div>
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<br />IWASNTBLOGGEDYESTERDAYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18054455347275782284noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168355323965868265.post-87642138087250379432012-04-03T08:48:00.002-07:002012-04-03T08:56:55.079-07:00C = cheating<span><span style="font-size: 100%;">Sorry but today's post is cheating as I didn't get time to write.The happy couple paid me a visit and I got waylaid. I wrote this in Feb '11. </span></span><div><span><br /></span></div><div><span><br /></span></div><div><span>I wanted to keep in the nostalgia theme so I've chosen this post to fit<br /></span><div><span><br /></span></div><div><span>C=Constant change</span></div><div><span><br /></span></div><div><span><div><br /></div></span></div></div><br />I'm coming up for half a century in a years time. Looking back over all that time I can remember inventions that we thought back then were amazing. Way before mobile phones, ipads and mp3 players. We couldn't even imagine those things being real back even in the early 80's.<div><br /></div><div>Some of the things that were "new" when I was a youngun were:</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioHzzx3iLQ908Ikj97-kWI09sXPLQKIgYWg-gDZj6eGWS5xK7glGwshM7-RHkrWwdeDYpszCAjrC1JjtaL8Os8gbyuQ6sCWR1I4eOmTQ6Lf8BLOPAUYR7b0EdxrJ4oCCLg1TcXycbIzrY/s1600/port.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioHzzx3iLQ908Ikj97-kWI09sXPLQKIgYWg-gDZj6eGWS5xK7glGwshM7-RHkrWwdeDYpszCAjrC1JjtaL8Os8gbyuQ6sCWR1I4eOmTQ6Lf8BLOPAUYR7b0EdxrJ4oCCLg1TcXycbIzrY/s320/port.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574908495296627378" /></a><br /></div><div>Portable transistor radio, these were still quite big, but put about a dozen D sized batteries in and you could take it to the beach it would run for a good....40 minutes.</div><div>My father had a habit of leaving it slightly off station so our music was accompanied by the horrid static white noise .I'm sure it's why I'm a bit nutty now.</div><div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3UUJ1SvIK8R6XCvx695oIIE5mfmavkVYZNm7PRC2hPYSK-BCl-BuSeHzIWjmTxGMLRKo5r5B8CBFHWy8RvigHlorESmp7n8Yv_KcrAFHSwvXPhM958SOfCmhiYNEWDP6KoJh3sCJsJXE/s1600/images+transradioport.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 189px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3UUJ1SvIK8R6XCvx695oIIE5mfmavkVYZNm7PRC2hPYSK-BCl-BuSeHzIWjmTxGMLRKo5r5B8CBFHWy8RvigHlorESmp7n8Yv_KcrAFHSwvXPhM958SOfCmhiYNEWDP6KoJh3sCJsJXE/s320/images+transradioport.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574908819799446002" /></a><br /><br /></div><div>Palm sized transistor radio...no earphones you had to hold it to your ear for your own personal space, they had a real tinny sound but it was great.It was awesome to have music of my choice in my own room.This was actually a big deal in my house. Odd ,yes ,Personal freedoms were a privilege.</div><div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8gJOjuaR49RiICI5k-juJ2EFf71yOdHTsIn66_byxtpxe8TlBlb8L0DuGl91bfZb6nEcb6rMjcU4sgc4zQP9BObwPoISB3lemzuzMytTAoSCrRYNQ9TQH6secx4mujol1SalCLAp1om0/s1600/45s.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 194px; height: 259px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8gJOjuaR49RiICI5k-juJ2EFf71yOdHTsIn66_byxtpxe8TlBlb8L0DuGl91bfZb6nEcb6rMjcU4sgc4zQP9BObwPoISB3lemzuzMytTAoSCrRYNQ9TQH6secx4mujol1SalCLAp1om0/s320/45s.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574911288254455794" /></a></div><div>Portable Record player</div><div>I was never lucky enough to have one of these but my friends did. 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They were only about $2 cheaper than LPs or records as we called them but they started putting the cassette players into cars and the portable transistor radios. They were expensive for what they were and often got loose and you'd hear mwaaaarrr mwaaarrr mwaaarrr and not much else. There used to be lots of unravelled tape at traffic lights, a sight you don't see anymore.I just gave our collection of about 150 cassettes to our brother in law, he bought a campervan with a cassette player in it. It's all 70's and 80's music. 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We were researching the family tree and mum would type up family groups etc. We also used it for our resumes.She tried to give it to me about 6 years ago we all had computers with printers by then.It's still in the back of a cupboard.</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEDBEjnuWusN7pCkgDvcKhsCLzdSmbpsWGl29d6mVfWhYIXkRhiuf6W9P6XQTISsly0hlaXPnns6WkM4IkyKuxZVWdzlz_udr4jqGZuacuE2ahra5-1mEDcWNL_qUZwFNhnZJwgXfMi5M/s1600/calc.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEDBEjnuWusN7pCkgDvcKhsCLzdSmbpsWGl29d6mVfWhYIXkRhiuf6W9P6XQTISsly0hlaXPnns6WkM4IkyKuxZVWdzlz_udr4jqGZuacuE2ahra5-1mEDcWNL_qUZwFNhnZJwgXfMi5M/s320/calc.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574919660997153586" /></a><br /><br /><div>Thanks to the Japanese, by the time I got to highschool in 1975 calculators had been introduced for maths.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Segoe UI', Calibri, 'Myriad Pro', Myriad, 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span">Legions of students never had to remember the formula for cosigns and tangents.</span></span></div><div>Not that a calculator helped me, I was hopeless at maths.</div><div>I keep finding these in drawers.I think they breed.</div></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrwTEeqGf5jEf2dfUYneBHZElsyyokd7N_Y5pRUCA9jXTQOleXVUAE39y8BtJftyvykSkH98lv3r0rS7bd_q_DURtj9aaoowbqnX8x8ciM1DIjuJ-Sb6le-6QQoRe-l41rMG70s8cGzfg/s1600/loo.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrwTEeqGf5jEf2dfUYneBHZElsyyokd7N_Y5pRUCA9jXTQOleXVUAE39y8BtJftyvykSkH98lv3r0rS7bd_q_DURtj9aaoowbqnX8x8ciM1DIjuJ-Sb6le-6QQoRe-l41rMG70s8cGzfg/s320/loo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574922253013619858" /></a>In 1974 the sewer finally came to my home town. We could have had a pump out septic for about 3 years prior but Dad was not going to pay the plumbers twice,so we put up with this....<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZwDAtFPKD2b7lc8ksRyyYK2X7UfODTHYKvkI1da7Itt-D829v68QnwFXcXlPICZLAJNGBu2QoMkwMUvIPgMhQZ1xE3jojvfGbDDtdlOrnPVCO3i16SAe23lRTwlObIZdPjC40x9gmL08/s1600/loolo.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 198px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZwDAtFPKD2b7lc8ksRyyYK2X7UfODTHYKvkI1da7Itt-D829v68QnwFXcXlPICZLAJNGBu2QoMkwMUvIPgMhQZ1xE3jojvfGbDDtdlOrnPVCO3i16SAe23lRTwlObIZdPjC40x9gmL08/s320/loolo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574925129173767778" /></a>for 3 years longer than we needed to. There was no light in there, plenty of spiders and it only got emptied by the sanny man once a week. God help us when we had visitors.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG7OwFVLCZvWf4Q8YkpPM8ASJWPQiCfUUCKihMIUzZNpExdtDg05jgurXLSxOMio6fIhH7RvWqu8W3iEkXsOFLcIOVZXRC_dllvTEKws5xKBKoZvzCNHaIuHf9SGMz_HS9lyu5a27U_h4/s1600/dunny.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG7OwFVLCZvWf4Q8YkpPM8ASJWPQiCfUUCKihMIUzZNpExdtDg05jgurXLSxOMio6fIhH7RvWqu8W3iEkXsOFLcIOVZXRC_dllvTEKws5xKBKoZvzCNHaIuHf9SGMz_HS9lyu5a27U_h4/s320/dunny.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574925127881940834" /></a><br />I'm glad some things have changed!!!<div><br /></div><div><br /><br /></div>IWASNTBLOGGEDYESTERDAYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18054455347275782284noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168355323965868265.post-28496783160622540652012-04-01T18:09:00.005-07:002012-04-03T20:29:11.943-07:00B- Beauty<br />
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<span style="font-size: 100%;">I think I have always been vain. At least I think I've been led to THINK I am vain.</span><br />
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As a toddler I can remember having mums rollers in my hair... I have the obligatory photo.... cruel!</div>
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<span style="font-size: 100%;">Hair in rollers ,teasing comb , hairspray,pancake makeup and lipstick ( nail polish if going out) is what I remember mum doing in the beauty department in the 60's. oh and ponds cream.I can still remember the smell of the hairspray mixed with cigarettes.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 100%;">When I was small, my parents must have thought plain was best, I have no idea why,</span> serviceable<span style="font-size: 100%;"> maybe? didn't matter if it got ruined? No that can't be it, mum used to make mine and my sisters clothes and we got yelled at just as loudly if we ripped one of those as our "good clothes".But our "good clothes" weren't the pretty frilly things I saw other girls in. </span></div>
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I think this was an antiItalian thing.-Dad was from Italian fruiterer parents, he wanted to get away from the stereotyping I think and so anything that made us "Ities" and not "aussies" was forbidden, like getting our ears pierced. That was huge. It was an ongoing battle with me and Nonna one side brandishing gold sleepers versus Dad and the word NO. <a href="http://www.kirainet.com/images/sidarta.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://www.kirainet.com/images/sidarta.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 538px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 387px;" /></a><br />
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See Buddha's ears? Dad told me I would have ears like that if I got them pierced!!!</div>
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When I was 16 I had them done, my Nonna's grin was wide and if she knew what a high five was, she would have done it!</div>
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I lived in my school uniform,shorts and tshirts and the nice dress for church and visiting relatives for years.</div>
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When I was 13 Charlies angels started on TV,so of course I wanted Farrah Fawcets hair. Unfortunately my hair is dead straight. But where there is a will there is a way and so hours would be spent with mums hot rollers and copious amounts of hairspray. I blame my recent forgetfulness on those hairspray fumes.</div>
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I also wanted to shave my legs, all the girls were doing it, I think I made it till 14,then I took matters into my own hands, pinched one of dads "safety razors" and proceeded to rip my legs to shreds. My mother would never have noticed except for the blood.</div>
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In year 10 things took a dramatic turn beauty wise, no, I didn't become model material, instead I plucked my eyebrows. I had pretty much had a mono brow(thanks nonna) and so started plucking between them. hmm that looks better , just a few more...by the time I finished I was almost eyebrow bald. I had one line of hairs. I looked surprised even when I wasn't. </div>
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I also started putting rinses over my hair. Red ones..Oh!!! what the other mothers must have thought!!!..and yet I had the strictest parents regarding actually leaving the house.These small things were literally the only control I had over my life.</div>
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I discovered black Kohl, I would not leave the house without the black emphasis!!!All these years later I still feel like my makeup is not finished with out it!!</div>
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I really did have an interest in beauty in a design way and so it led me to try and get into hairdressing at the end of year 10. My parents said, better prepare to go back to do HSC, but out of 25,000 applications I was lucky enough to get an interview for the first time that Hairdressing would be taught mostly at TAFE, cutting out 2 years of apprenticeship. Of the 500 interviewed I got in!! But the industry took a while to catch on, it's the norm now, but back then only a handful of the 50 of us got jobs.<br />
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And so I went nursing. I still love hair and makeup though I rarely do anything with it.My girls are so much better at it than I was, so if given the opportunity I get them do my eyes especially.</div>
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Because all our clothes were so plain growing up,and I've always been made to feel being vain is a bad thing,(even hubby will say "you looking in the mirror again?) I have this thing where I feel overdressed if I put on a necklace and mascara at the same time..................</div>
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<span style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: large;">As you can see by the little emblem, I'm taking part in the A-Z blogging challenge for April. This really will be a challenge for me as I've been so slack on the blogging lately.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: large;">There is over 1600 blogs taking part and all are so different. It looks like most bloggers are theming the challenge is some way. Hmmm , my blog is a bit of everything, but mostly parenting and nostaligia. I think I'll go the nostalgia, I seem to remember what happened 40 years ago</span><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"> better than what I did this morning</span>.</div>
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I wasn't always the couch potato you see before you. I even did .....sports...</div>
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I'll have you know my netball team The Heatcote Waratahs under 11''''s were Premiers and minor premiers in 1974!!! that means we won every game..(I think). I played Wing Attack, and sometimes goal shooter, but my goal shooting brilliance was intermittent...usually crap when It my turn at it during a game. </div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil6_0wubPul1NFrfRqIdeBBucQYClEM-M5UQRCREiVEyQCd5lggZHEJtTtiqeHIP5tLKTZ53f462_BdFiK6EEcdI4N3RWWjq_Qbo5Y5m_VG0DJV6T_BEqY3UWFwqEBIZ0j5CcUUQyQh9U/s1600/Couch_Potato_Finished.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726386621503448786" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil6_0wubPul1NFrfRqIdeBBucQYClEM-M5UQRCREiVEyQCd5lggZHEJtTtiqeHIP5tLKTZ53f462_BdFiK6EEcdI4N3RWWjq_Qbo5Y5m_VG0DJV6T_BEqY3UWFwqEBIZ0j5CcUUQyQh9U/s400/Couch_Potato_Finished.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 379px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a></div>IWASNTBLOGGEDYESTERDAYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18054455347275782284noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168355323965868265.post-33212630063944881952012-04-01T02:25:00.003-07:002012-04-01T02:31:21.182-07:00the winner is...Hi , I have a winner.<br /><br />there were only 9 entries<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFAnA-O4zFmbo72SCWXX5bJR7D8xcKsT9i22bxEz2xSJDzHueYfQe_4X1Eo5Io2Q8PIb2or3cquaAy2j1CZ1Jry2-7OJs66Q_fU1fq6vjzoZpQyxdXTZYL6q3JVw9moIhn0ZAG8OAweJI/s1600/comp+entry.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 173px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFAnA-O4zFmbo72SCWXX5bJR7D8xcKsT9i22bxEz2xSJDzHueYfQe_4X1Eo5Io2Q8PIb2or3cquaAy2j1CZ1Jry2-7OJs66Q_fU1fq6vjzoZpQyxdXTZYL6q3JVw9moIhn0ZAG8OAweJI/s400/comp+entry.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726361541878049106" /></a><br /><br />I gave everyone a number and asked randomiser to pick for me.<br /><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEXOnrYpa2bZrbifGg7bMRVEzYEitA2QP_Wy_GtgTgxBhaVvRjkyGnbrZbzpe0jYghtZLaI6gNoF0DRZmBOkEPGpd3OLv0XbjmLg3GNvwcEL-llvcJfm97e8et_yTpYsPDz8cRJ-b6XFE/s1600/compresult.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 352px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEXOnrYpa2bZrbifGg7bMRVEzYEitA2QP_Wy_GtgTgxBhaVvRjkyGnbrZbzpe0jYghtZLaI6gNoF0DRZmBOkEPGpd3OLv0XbjmLg3GNvwcEL-llvcJfm97e8et_yTpYsPDz8cRJ-b6XFE/s400/compresult.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726361902791354946" /></a><br /><br />Number 2 is JULI :) <div><br /></div><div>congrats I will bubblewrap it well !!!<br /><br /></div>IWASNTBLOGGEDYESTERDAYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18054455347275782284noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168355323965868265.post-79615612544198313912012-03-24T23:53:00.003-07:002012-03-25T00:07:26.106-07:00The Bride growing twins blogs<div><i>Just a quick note ,you've all been along for the ride with me on Gemma's journey from bride to impending mother hood. Gemma has joined the blogging world and has started her own blog. </i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>Between us we're going to run a competition to guess the weight of the babies , sometime in April after the draw for the honey.It gives me time to think of a suitable prize in the meantime. </i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>I hope you enjoy her blog .</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><i><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><span><div style="text-align: center;"><h1 class="title" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; position: relative; font-family: Calligraffitti; font-size: 38px; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; color: transparent; text-shadow: rgb(0, 0, 0) 0px 0px -1px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(116, 27, 71); "><a href="http://wemadetwins.blogspot.com.au/">We met, We married, We made Twins!</a></h1></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;">Blogging: our new family tradition</div></span></i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNAq0p4CVbzQZBdqJiQ09rCazkgo1YbGrrpmpMAOdyMAw73YfMBOOSuyqermWyz6y1OrH_rTXEGsBJM32AY2svjb7yoQ7tjPeFu_DEXnUzhJQYjQGQ5BxMH40N6M1SS2fDitgu-r9gQg0/s1600/jeb4sp_blog_cartoon.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 328px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNAq0p4CVbzQZBdqJiQ09rCazkgo1YbGrrpmpMAOdyMAw73YfMBOOSuyqermWyz6y1OrH_rTXEGsBJM32AY2svjb7yoQ7tjPeFu_DEXnUzhJQYjQGQ5BxMH40N6M1SS2fDitgu-r9gQg0/s400/jeb4sp_blog_cartoon.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5723726901281249586" /></a>IWASNTBLOGGEDYESTERDAYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18054455347275782284noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168355323965868265.post-64981278380693775432012-03-23T17:27:00.030-07:002012-04-03T21:23:56.150-07:00My Life in Toys<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;">I haven't done one of these in ages and the </span><a href="http://iwasntbloggedyesterday.blogspot.com.au/2011/08/my-life-in-shoes.html" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;">shoes</a><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;">, "</span><a href="http://iwasntbloggedyesterday.blogspot.com.au/2011/02/memories-on-friday.html" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;">stuff</a><span style="font-size: 100%;">"</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"> , </span><a href="http://iwasntbloggedyesterday.blogspot.com.au/2011/07/remembered-tvshow.html" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"> television</a><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"> , </span><a href="http://iwasntbloggedyesterday.blogspot.com.au/2011/03/my-life-in-film.html" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;">movies</a><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"> and </span><a href="http://iwasntbloggedyesterday.blogspot.com.au/2011/08/my-life-in-food.html" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"> food</a><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"> were very popular.</span><br />
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Every year in the late 60's early 70's Xmas day wasn't complete without a large carboard stocking covered in red netting that was full of little plastic toys and weird lollies. One of the things I did play with out of these toys that mostly only lasted the one day was the pick up sticks. Little pin ball machines and sliding squares puzzles also sometimes lasted more than the day .</div>
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Around the age of 8 , my friend Kerri, was very into craft and so then I was too. So many teapot warmers and hats were made of these long tubes of wool,always in lairy colours.</div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4sJUxInny7AhN9rSDnhZIatOwT0Hp2QPeUkhuV0tgIUIVJhSIlXwNKIPskMMk0wyJXOJrqFU28Gj_-AS0ZlQeEa6yXkEqNtSPSG_hA1R5Roox5IF7-9JkaiqgpHUyj27Zihbe6LoK5do/s1600/4272738868_312351c317.jpg" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5723312753263328562" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4sJUxInny7AhN9rSDnhZIatOwT0Hp2QPeUkhuV0tgIUIVJhSIlXwNKIPskMMk0wyJXOJrqFU28Gj_-AS0ZlQeEa6yXkEqNtSPSG_hA1R5Roox5IF7-9JkaiqgpHUyj27Zihbe6LoK5do/s400/4272738868_312351c317.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a>For my 8th birthday a sewing basket, I put the toys away for a while.Again this one was Kez's idea.She never left craft, I'm only just getting back into it...funny that...we just found each other after 30 years....she's still influencing me !!! If Kerri jumped into the fire would you???? my mother said this a lot.But...she has all the good ideas.</div>
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Another thing the young Miss Kerri gave me was a love of good stories, this was the first of quite a few we shared over the years. We were both way ahead in our reading, leaving "Are you my mother?' style books behind really quickly.</div>
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<span style="font-size: 100%;">My sisters and I played this one, but it was so complicated to just join in,so nobody liked it much.It's an expensive game, I bought it for my kids because I remembered it but they didn't like it.A little too slow for them.</span><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEityvONLwweVJxU2KsKqQVGlE-wR1JcG5LgDFEYWlDn3ZpymTbhLBYPrghaou7Ky2RqaiZJ6V_kcmChzuXfdN03NwcYB9rKrHuPrRWuFhPIt7K-5bYbEd9NT2QD4Pp04KTDQpnwk6KhBAc/s1600/51kNiytp3aL._SL500_AA300_.jpg" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5723306314473383746" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEityvONLwweVJxU2KsKqQVGlE-wR1JcG5LgDFEYWlDn3ZpymTbhLBYPrghaou7Ky2RqaiZJ6V_kcmChzuXfdN03NwcYB9rKrHuPrRWuFhPIt7K-5bYbEd9NT2QD4Pp04KTDQpnwk6KhBAc/s400/51kNiytp3aL._SL500_AA300_.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /></a><span style="font-size: 100%;">Not many people remember this one, but my sisters and I played this one for hours, I met my husband around the time of playing this one and he got roped in too.wonderful </span>capitalist<span style="font-size: 100%;"> training here.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 100%;">My mum bought me this for xmas when I was in my 20's , she was playing at work and thought I might like it.For a while in the 80's everyone I knew played this. I used to play during night duty, in kids ward, never woke the kids up, but we got some complaints from the mums staying over with them. I still have the box somwhere, the kids used to play it with mum when they were small.</span><br />
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</div>IWASNTBLOGGEDYESTERDAYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18054455347275782284noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168355323965868265.post-28392583141379797892012-03-18T15:31:00.005-07:002012-03-18T18:55:12.878-07:00A little giveaway contest<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtCo6rUt45vc7ErW7eKUogzixqEyOzHitECh4i-1LsxCHZ1BN6Rk2NNC_e57nmRU8SuI7iOSwiNa512D1l-In6q2Vmyp9Zch5CA_FPHxxw3eorxoeJkwhlEg1_Sdi-8O0bs7gPyx_cS_Q/s1600/harden+honey.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtCo6rUt45vc7ErW7eKUogzixqEyOzHitECh4i-1LsxCHZ1BN6Rk2NNC_e57nmRU8SuI7iOSwiNa512D1l-In6q2Vmyp9Zch5CA_FPHxxw3eorxoeJkwhlEg1_Sdi-8O0bs7gPyx_cS_Q/s400/harden+honey.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5721372211751789154" /></a><br /><br />I have a jar of Harden's Own Honey to giveaway.<div><br /></div><div>I have mentioned where I live many times,so I thought I would give the place a plug. We have a budding tourist industry all to do with make it, bake it, or grow it, as it is an inland rural village. This is my favorite produce.....other than wine ....which I can't drink.<br /><div><br /></div><div>If you're ever in Harden -Murrumburrah, popping into the Harden House of Honey is a must do, they have the yummiest honey milkshakes.Not as sickly sweet as it sounds, just yuuuum. They have everything bee and honey related,a small museum of sorts and how it's done demo.Some really cute gifts here and a coffee shop.For the kids the even have the photo op bee cutouts they pop their little faces into .</div><div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1XGFMrLOBndMd9XAYcc6iv5nwQQ23mS2wpA9omjB_mzmCXJizo2vgUIvuNcgYI4I2APvwf9KhSI1agvulHXrOhCrjMKKkFRtbiazwclGSgC0c-f_gSHVpzVbqaCJc7PiSx9IltrGjDH4/s1600/hh.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1XGFMrLOBndMd9XAYcc6iv5nwQQ23mS2wpA9omjB_mzmCXJizo2vgUIvuNcgYI4I2APvwf9KhSI1agvulHXrOhCrjMKKkFRtbiazwclGSgC0c-f_gSHVpzVbqaCJc7PiSx9IltrGjDH4/s400/hh.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5721372214241894914" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div>If you would like a jar of honey in the mail (well bubble wrapped )</div><div>1.leave a comment..how you best like your honey</div><div>2.like Iwasntbloggedyesterday facebook page and leave a comment there</div><div>3.follow me on twitter</div><div><br /></div><div>any or all of these methods will get you an entry :)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>winner will be announced 30th march :)</div><div><br /></div><div>good luck</div></div>IWASNTBLOGGEDYESTERDAYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18054455347275782284noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168355323965868265.post-64658039805495250572012-03-11T01:07:00.011-08:002012-03-17T03:55:18.319-07:00shower with a chance of babies<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_OgtdeZcxtCsLJRLCKoQ8ksWmZFurWNVK9H1-qV0GgL8dHMLRW5zPsTTvsrvyCjlj4vzJ1l-juf2vgZqA1JrmvRCdVa4vOH7uWNhKIBfnK-_NoDypboG4fHte4GVx_-z3Ke5VWsGb8gc/s1600/553542-floods-nsw+%25281%2529.jpg" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_OgtdeZcxtCsLJRLCKoQ8ksWmZFurWNVK9H1-qV0GgL8dHMLRW5zPsTTvsrvyCjlj4vzJ1l-juf2vgZqA1JrmvRCdVa4vOH7uWNhKIBfnK-_NoDypboG4fHte4GVx_-z3Ke5VWsGb8gc/s400/553542-floods-nsw+%25281%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5718564633677438482" /></a><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: center; "><span><a href="http://www.australiangeographic.com.au/journal/mass-spider-webs-cover-flood-affected-areas-of-nsw.htm">source : australian geographic</a></span></div><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; ">Nope, that is not snow. It's spider web. Yes, creepy. I shudder every time I look at it and THIS is why...........</span><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqKviqfOKezhmx5MgJ0AwDDsiRzFboiNzO2NFiUvU2K1CFa-m_lVwBws3cRW1V11-6qj9xQ_yocNkt66lAHUmEMoSGQjVw4BuQCdLL0s_Xty3L4xndLSIauN_Ru8GEtAfDBBPp_xpbrP8/s1600/spiderweb-flood-7.jpg" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqKviqfOKezhmx5MgJ0AwDDsiRzFboiNzO2NFiUvU2K1CFa-m_lVwBws3cRW1V11-6qj9xQ_yocNkt66lAHUmEMoSGQjVw4BuQCdLL0s_Xty3L4xndLSIauN_Ru8GEtAfDBBPp_xpbrP8/s400/spiderweb-flood-7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5718565166084411282" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.australiangeographic.com.au/journal/mass-spider-webs-cover-flood-affected-areas-of-nsw.htm" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: x-small; ">source : australian geographic</a> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; ">urghh. Wagga Wagga the largest inland city in NSW has been in flood as the Murrimbidgee River rose to over 10 meters. The spiders decided they wanted out,came up out of the ground and wove webs, everywhere. Apparently they hope the wind will carry them elsewhere. Just how many spiders are there in the ground??? I'm only an hour and a half from there ,similar geography....shudder.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.millan.net/anims/giffar/bshower.gif" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 269px;" src="http://www.millan.net/anims/giffar/bshower.gif" border="0" alt="" /></a>I thought Gemma might like a baby shower, so with a nod to her vintage wedding we organised a traditional morning tea.Mismatched cups and saucers, floral and glass cake trays, sandwiches and cake in the CWA rooms, of course.<div><br /><div><br /><br /><a href="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/64339_10151372454490713_575330712_23044946_1239327598_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 960px; height: 720px;" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/64339_10151372454490713_575330712_23044946_1239327598_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>the tags on the water bottle proclaim "OOPS..My water broke"<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv4GWQ6p5nPzLNvatXru9Zxx12ISl6awTSsgKLKeHBHcCP2iOou3ismdcgOx1rb-NsWcgf4Lw-pFXhXYhnx6tEY_rQZ9j-t5_ycUpUjRG4KrKtNrJwvnliIFvr8B0Zdn_PMqu5596jSFk/s640/101_0345.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv4GWQ6p5nPzLNvatXru9Zxx12ISl6awTSsgKLKeHBHcCP2iOou3ismdcgOx1rb-NsWcgf4Lw-pFXhXYhnx6tEY_rQZ9j-t5_ycUpUjRG4KrKtNrJwvnliIFvr8B0Zdn_PMqu5596jSFk/s640/101_0345.JPG" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div> It was lovely, a lot of laughs from the games that Gemma's sister and mother inlaw organised and beautiful gifts for the babies who will certainly not be nekkid this winter.</div><div><br /><br /><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/--lBmYJp_18Y/T2DGTBBBN3I/AAAAAAAABKI/V_2kTtN-0y4/s640/101_0347.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/--lBmYJp_18Y/T2DGTBBBN3I/AAAAAAAABKI/V_2kTtN-0y4/s640/101_0347.JPG" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisBxr5sQQj50JJWQfk0yVl5XOMcOjkmjI3Ia0ejcuXTB7rbQJwx3QQUdWhacimFdLmJMlcyB0s_S99fkIVPuL4nG1U-St7p2_Roc8JRUJhB2dosrZSMxlmy8pWSEOGfTnnrVyqg57oIoY/s640/101_0346.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisBxr5sQQj50JJWQfk0yVl5XOMcOjkmjI3Ia0ejcuXTB7rbQJwx3QQUdWhacimFdLmJMlcyB0s_S99fkIVPuL4nG1U-St7p2_Roc8JRUJhB2dosrZSMxlmy8pWSEOGfTnnrVyqg57oIoY/s640/101_0346.JPG" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><div>I made" it's a boy" and "it's a girl" and twins banners from paper doily's , cardboard circles and baby wrapping paper cutouts. Lavender and turquoise were the colours. Turquoise is hard to find so we ended up with various shades of green, it worked.there was a lollipop garden table centrepiece and I had a go at those tissue puff balls too, youtube is a great teacher.... to a point. I wanted to make her a cake. My inspiration was this:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKlL_0LJdfq3I48LSKSMPXGFZQz7sEYMn5GWjz9IAdAf3L2oDKx9-1Shvff51ZWVwnZ_bTMgaNYHylWdt6hI387v2vJ2QbSN0TTVVmC-1MKq-YqV2_-J0kuXyN2zeoakuBQ5DHKG2gohI/s275/images%2520%25281%2529.jpg" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 183px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKlL_0LJdfq3I48LSKSMPXGFZQz7sEYMn5GWjz9IAdAf3L2oDKx9-1Shvff51ZWVwnZ_bTMgaNYHylWdt6hI387v2vJ2QbSN0TTVVmC-1MKq-YqV2_-J0kuXyN2zeoakuBQ5DHKG2gohI/s275/images%2520%25281%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>and this<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcDcXr2CJxQz0OW7q4ZUJzjtTtXUnagnS4MtGLBIPFa1d6F5EmgZsBUf9E5MxCVotpVI_mypuR1luY9oky6ZQjeUXmiKH9vUlrn69kv1QhiT6OsgATC58oSpuAPI0urTIEYHUrJhEJXEc/s1600/ilenia%2527sphone+007.jpg" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcDcXr2CJxQz0OW7q4ZUJzjtTtXUnagnS4MtGLBIPFa1d6F5EmgZsBUf9E5MxCVotpVI_mypuR1luY9oky6ZQjeUXmiKH9vUlrn69kv1QhiT6OsgATC58oSpuAPI0urTIEYHUrJhEJXEc/s400/ilenia%2527sphone+007.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5719791456613870898" /></a><br /><br />What I made was this :<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWTspTvObSjEEPvyJPM7FOU6OCMJsvDfcYd60wMIflGFvwA6IKxwRrn3rvJqzu54pLCDt3th1XYnAnHUXV-dcyhQft-qKY6A1-x_QL-8pzF3UPqLbePle__BPXqP0ximyfk7BybMvO8hw/s640/101_0340.JPG" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWTspTvObSjEEPvyJPM7FOU6OCMJsvDfcYd60wMIflGFvwA6IKxwRrn3rvJqzu54pLCDt3th1XYnAnHUXV-dcyhQft-qKY6A1-x_QL-8pzF3UPqLbePle__BPXqP0ximyfk7BybMvO8hw/s640/101_0340.JPG" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOuvMHv-B0iV1Mj7bQbqgy8qBE0j9gTmUndCWpc8gjsNogaiSq4ptiyf_z6O7XLZNf5jFfL7xahRdRDh8_AT6ingQieoHLJ8XgVSVzpUhikPgC5Cl0NMtf-hzdS86MLZu4nwvASDJhqIA/s640/101_0363.JPG" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOuvMHv-B0iV1Mj7bQbqgy8qBE0j9gTmUndCWpc8gjsNogaiSq4ptiyf_z6O7XLZNf5jFfL7xahRdRDh8_AT6ingQieoHLJ8XgVSVzpUhikPgC5Cl0NMtf-hzdS86MLZu4nwvASDJhqIA/s640/101_0363.JPG" border="0" alt="" /></a>Gemma with her big belly and me with my big belly, only mine is twinless. She is 24 weeks in this pic taken last week.<br /><br /><br />I have been looking at a lot of baby forums , there is lots of advice</div><div><br /><a href="http://twinpossible.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/06/pregnancy-cartoon.jpg" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 420px; height: 288px;" src="http://twinpossible.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/06/pregnancy-cartoon.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />all the advice in the world really and reading it all brings back all the angst I had as a new mother...am I doing it right?<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.glasbergen.com/wp-content/gallery/pregnancy/fam53.gif" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 432px; height: 418px;" src="http://www.glasbergen.com/wp-content/gallery/pregnancy/fam53.gif" border="0" alt="" /></a>I was talking to a friend who works on a chook farm and when I was a child my aunt used to live and work on one and mum and dad took us out there for holidays. Holiday? we decided to help and worked our butts off. </div><div>anyhoo, I was comparing then to now, and said "ohhh that was about 25 years ago now".....then I did the numbers, CRAP,it was 40..............forty...it doesn't look any better in letters either ......... years ago. How can that be?</div><div><br /></div><div>there are signs though.... Gemma was talking to us about not "going out" .She thinks her dad doesn't like "going out" He says he did like nightclubs but " I don't like loud music, or drunk people..... "that IS a nightclub Dad!"</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi5pYOD2Eb4UAxM5nkrA5likjccliYo-ChzLUGuhBzlD0K0l3Ygtkn84v5_TfhmClxBCXpgLDYqCV_yfpou5T0kA2rC-Yfso1MJA3zz8NDUk8BR9CErP7JtQYGnEEsxXPwPKCeaAshVd8/s1600/PassselStormsMusicTooLoudbyCollis.jpg" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 394px; height: 257px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi5pYOD2Eb4UAxM5nkrA5likjccliYo-ChzLUGuhBzlD0K0l3Ygtkn84v5_TfhmClxBCXpgLDYqCV_yfpou5T0kA2rC-Yfso1MJA3zz8NDUk8BR9CErP7JtQYGnEEsxXPwPKCeaAshVd8/s400/PassselStormsMusicTooLoudbyCollis.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5720804280215343058" /></a></div></div></div></div>IWASNTBLOGGEDYESTERDAYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18054455347275782284noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168355323965868265.post-45289132441209314582012-02-28T16:08:00.007-08:002012-02-28T22:47:19.504-08:00Those crazy lazy days of summer?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsl-1FnhjWfzO0UOTYzxDOgB1JReRU3BLaCrwuP0u8e2LVuIG-LCyCkf5XxdmpRCcvPriMKYMOcVZqipUDfm7T4Zulfk5TZirhZkOLTvooYJRROCugynl_TfKd0B-iuca9sKRnuXwQSdo/s1600/110087_reef_coconut_sun_tan_oil.jpg" style="font-size: 100%; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 324px; height: 324px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsl-1FnhjWfzO0UOTYzxDOgB1JReRU3BLaCrwuP0u8e2LVuIG-LCyCkf5XxdmpRCcvPriMKYMOcVZqipUDfm7T4Zulfk5TZirhZkOLTvooYJRROCugynl_TfKd0B-iuca9sKRnuXwQSdo/s400/110087_reef_coconut_sun_tan_oil.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5714357923345462626" /></a><div style="font-size: 100%; text-align: center; ">smell that?? it's the smell of summer, 1979</div><br /><br /><br /><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">There are lots of people in Australia complaining today,It's the last official day of summer and most people feel we didn't have summer at all.If you listened to them you would think it had been like THIS for 3 months .</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj60ilP41cfpl-oWFDwIv63uZCsHmOhTtRtCL4lHjZJjLf4EBh6Bk4mDqRi0JL-mGiUBMGWKhS2FUyzMAKdttlzkpbH5c6_PGL1uIuiq1qFbMU4R_v440A5ackOJBSzvSHra8Xd9IE-vvY/s1600/normal_iil_ian_bf_371.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj60ilP41cfpl-oWFDwIv63uZCsHmOhTtRtCL4lHjZJjLf4EBh6Bk4mDqRi0JL-mGiUBMGWKhS2FUyzMAKdttlzkpbH5c6_PGL1uIuiq1qFbMU4R_v440A5ackOJBSzvSHra8Xd9IE-vvY/s400/normal_iil_ian_bf_371.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5714346308303578242" /></a></div><div style="font-size: 100%; text-align: center; "><a href="http://www.google.com.au/imgres?q=ice+on+the+beach&hl=en&biw=1366&bih=643&tbm=isch&tbnid=8fvyXUUVVIwTPM:&imgrefurl=http://ian.umces.edu/imagelibrary/displayimage-2001.html&docid=Vwx-LMcpxaUqrM&imgurl=http://ian.umces.edu/imagelibrary/albums/userpics/10025/normal_iil_ian_bf_371.JPG&w=533&h=400&ei=ZnRNT7qdMeyuiQey5v1T&zoom=1&iact=hc&vpx=118&vpy=150&dur=567&hovh=194&hovw=259&tx=115&ty=94&sig=111132425102841550363&page=1&tbnh=135&tbnw=174&start=0&ndsp=18&ved=1t:429,r:0,s:0">picture source</a></div><div style="font-size: 100%; text-align: center; "><br /></div><span style="font-size: 100%; "><span style="font-size: 100%;">It has been mild...and wet. But for the most part,me personally, I've enjoyed it, I think I've only used the aircon 5 times in 3 months, 2 of those times may have actually been to warm the place up back in early December. It's been a pleasant relief to not be sticky and hot ALL the time , nor burn my hands on the steering wheel in the car... you'd have to pay me a lot of money to live in Queensland again I reckon.</span></span><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">I imagine if I was 17, young and chasing the sun and sand I'd be a bit miffed though.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">I remember catching trains for an hour to get to Cronulla Beach to sunbake all day. A 2 km walk to the station to catch the railmotor.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpvkmMs094_YsD6sclmJnkA4Iwu3oPEEyWDRkIz8-qpYnh5YoPDvz6pLBRrXMLD9EL6X9rM9RKaxgiyeO6jUzPL9O14krbu5_lU9ewD2FawvdoDV9WF5g9sYOrqfFOGhJa1W52OykTjn8/s1600/113764.jpg" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpvkmMs094_YsD6sclmJnkA4Iwu3oPEEyWDRkIz8-qpYnh5YoPDvz6pLBRrXMLD9EL6X9rM9RKaxgiyeO6jUzPL9O14krbu5_lU9ewD2FawvdoDV9WF5g9sYOrqfFOGhJa1W52OykTjn8/s400/113764.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5714350686603862738" /></a><div style="text-align: center; "><span ><a href="http://www.google.com.au/imgres?q=heathcote+railmotor&hl=en&biw=1366&bih=600&tbm=isch&tbnid=gT6sYvalOa3jVM:&imgrefurl=http://www.westonlangford.com/images/photo/1977/jan/&docid=UFfKGkE8tMNusM&imgurl=http://westonlangford.com/media/photos/113764.jpg&w=1200&h=804&ei=A3NNT8LKEauTiQeuw-Vb&zoom=1&iact=hc&vpx=1038&vpy=305&dur=2072&hovh=184&hovw=274&tx=87&ty=86&sig=111132425102841550363&page=2&tbnh=134&tbnw=173&start=19&ndsp=26&ved=1t:429,r:25,s:19">picture source</a>(old people must feel cold all the time?...oh..are that mans pants too short or is it just me?)</span></div></div><div style="font-size: 100%; text-align: center; "><span><br /></span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; "><span><span style="font-size: 100%;">then change at Sutherland for the electric train to Cronulla, feet up on the seats ,one eye on the door for the conductor who would tell us to put them on the floor.The beach bag with the huge towel,</span> Coppertone<span style="font-size: 100%;"> tanning lotion, reef coconut oil, packets of lifesavers,hairbrush lipgloss(vaseline) and hidden somewhere always the tampon, OMG..... if it rolled loose!!!</span></span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; "><span><span style="font-size: 100%;">On arrival we would pick "the spot" this could take 10 minutes for maximum sun angle and view of any boys "talent" that looked promisingly "hunky",mind you we only watched them surf swim and play none of us were brazen enough to ever approach.</span></span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; "><span><span style="font-size: 100%;">Roasting in coconut oil all day, the smell of the Coppertone, chips and potato scollaps in newspaper and thick milkshakes eaten on the beach, the slothlike feeling under the sun, such an effort to roll over or reapply the oil ,the argument over who was going to walk across the road to obtain the chips and shake and then everyone strolling across. Slipping on the hot thongs(flipflops) and the sand between your toes, an overall feeling of being like a cake randomly iced by a 3 year old with a spatula , sand and suncream. </span></span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; "><span>Bananna or chocolate paddlepops all round while waiting for the train home, still feeling baked and gritty from the sand ,wondering if our "burn" will turn into "tan". Getting home to find blisters between your toes from the 2km walk back from the station with sand attached to the thong toe thingy had rubbed them raw. ahhh Bo Derek you have a lot to answer for !!</span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; "><span><br /></span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; "><span>It was so much fun then, but today..I'd be too hot, the sand would bug me,I'd probably get a rash and the heat would make me dizzy...ahhh I'm such a whiner now .</span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; "><span><br /></span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; "><span>Ha ,it's raining!!!<br /></span><br /></div>IWASNTBLOGGEDYESTERDAYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18054455347275782284noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168355323965868265.post-36217898122579398562012-02-19T02:43:00.000-08:002012-02-19T02:44:41.580-08:00And they be .............<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ_A7XaIfB3L4aG0PoY79F5tLVuQRc1mNFM2LxW5ax8JPRZQtRRM0jmTCzT7Eeq5hFIdLSkVgFB86-Z5xFf2D7XO2Vo18zgX7-BVcviYnbfKvqOlxW9tMbxsU5vwC3poLo9GsWj02_dvk/s1600/419623_10150575459726094_657936093_9533662_799162420_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ_A7XaIfB3L4aG0PoY79F5tLVuQRc1mNFM2LxW5ax8JPRZQtRRM0jmTCzT7Eeq5hFIdLSkVgFB86-Z5xFf2D7XO2Vo18zgX7-BVcviYnbfKvqOlxW9tMbxsU5vwC3poLo9GsWj02_dvk/s400/419623_10150575459726094_657936093_9533662_799162420_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710795742095814466" /></a>IWASNTBLOGGEDYESTERDAYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18054455347275782284noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168355323965868265.post-27833271794017390142012-02-05T17:07:00.000-08:002012-02-10T16:11:19.907-08:00Here I am and there you Be<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4N-MbEdTl4-bBNyZ2gJsm4pvK-2PWIY0k2OyNds63Lg2StyYPlbB5QJga_kXDYENiA8nydIOgsPYzQ2HsrBmZ9EvJ2u-Sm1uTQCb0KOgsF15iyOENRADq6uMqn8OaS1UoZUYf5JV44Os/s500/time-warp.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 490px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4N-MbEdTl4-bBNyZ2gJsm4pvK-2PWIY0k2OyNds63Lg2StyYPlbB5QJga_kXDYENiA8nydIOgsPYzQ2HsrBmZ9EvJ2u-Sm1uTQCb0KOgsF15iyOENRADq6uMqn8OaS1UoZUYf5JV44Os/s500/time-warp.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.google.com.au/imgres?q=time+goes+fast&um=1&hl=en&biw=1366&bih=600&tbm=isch&tbnid=FGqQYm6Q4ooJEM:&imgrefurl=http://www.rayfotis.blogspot.com/&docid=pkmZBVomZ2IDCM&imgurl=https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaKIPlmj5vVWlaF1dpYjah0LIgh5K9R06SQvYW8uku1x1oBEM7xBIAtFLXz_jDy-XqO5OzAN1PP0BHc5OgdggQIxWfLvus3v4bVPMMIozPo0sRzfAFAe2u0p6Quoddi1a1g1bgf1UEADeX/s1600/time-warp.jpg&w=500&h=490&ei=5po1T7uyL6H6mAX-h6DwAQ&zoom=1&iact=hc&vpx=853&vpy=236&dur=106&hovh=222&hovw=227&tx=103&ty=118&sig=111132425102841550363&page=1&tbnh=121&tbnw=123&start=0&ndsp=21&ved=1t:429,r:18,s:0">image</a></div><br />We are in February....no way!! But there it is.<div><br /></div><div>I seem to have hit the ground running in the New Year and kept going. </div><div><br /></div><div>I am behind on all your blogs and will spend a day just reading and catching up on you all.</div><div><br /></div><div>Thankyou for chasing me up, tis nice to be missed :) </div><div><br /></div><div>I am ok.</div><div><br /></div><div>Busy, freakin' tired, but ok.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhveDTDpta1OiSC90U1zOErUop8NlV57pftqs9_tdoYnNC29-FIZqzj67LuUNtEqf4WFvsvdoz5kcQNasS7PvmycPE23TclMRRaYrKTLQnJVcHPtN5FF2Z7iU1f1rTiQRWKox4KO_qIUjQ/s1600/running_circles.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhveDTDpta1OiSC90U1zOErUop8NlV57pftqs9_tdoYnNC29-FIZqzj67LuUNtEqf4WFvsvdoz5kcQNasS7PvmycPE23TclMRRaYrKTLQnJVcHPtN5FF2Z7iU1f1rTiQRWKox4KO_qIUjQ/s400/running_circles.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707637635372972066" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"> <a href="http://www.google.com.au/imgres?q=running+in+circles&um=1&hl=en&sa=N&biw=1366&bih=643&tbm=isch&tbnid=wtBLEVT_9DcoCM:&imgrefurl=http://blog.catalystofconfidence.com/2011/04/running">image </a></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Danny was home for a month over Christmas/New Year. I say home loosely, as he did a couple of trips to Sydney and spent the month catching up with old friends. </div><div>Whoever said Army people are strictly disciplined and become obsessive compulsive... was WRONG. His room was as messy as ever by the end of a week! It did take him 2 days to stop looking at his watch, but the rest of the relaxing was instant. I imagine it was nice to not have to worry about how your uniform sits,where you are supposed to be or impending room inspections.</div><div>He has moved to another barracks for his language school for the next 6 months, starts training today actually.He expressed some concern over passing, but he will be fine, he puts full effort into everything he wants and makes it happen, I can't see this being any different.</div><div><br /></div><div>While he was home he borrowed some money and bought a car. Army had already organised his trip home, so I got to drive down to Melbourne. Gemma had her fingers crossed that she could come as her last hurruh before babies, but she got big and uncomfortable quickly so the train trip home was out for her.Chloe volunteered to come along for the ride which was great as we could redo our earlier trip and this time have FUN.</div><div><br /></div><div>Chloe and I orgainised ourselves into a small bag each and headed off in this :</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif1YQql-ydGtaYnpYnxn3aZyTmavNT-r_U669rsafXV9vqrh1sguRhE9s5MsPZJrkRPFbx0FgIREDyHh5yx0cmAnOYeC00SeCb14bvAQlQJKV7yE8bHRlpCUYybrhytDyBR8Qy1g0V_6k/s640/MAZD0520.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif1YQql-ydGtaYnpYnxn3aZyTmavNT-r_U669rsafXV9vqrh1sguRhE9s5MsPZJrkRPFbx0FgIREDyHh5yx0cmAnOYeC00SeCb14bvAQlQJKV7yE8bHRlpCUYybrhytDyBR8Qy1g0V_6k/s640/MAZD0520.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />It was a lot of fun to drive and surprisingly comfy, though Chloe found the seat too firm. She had a drive on the freeway, which seemed soo sloooow at 80km/ph after whizzing around on her motorbike , also taking up the whole lane was a little freaky for her, but she did well. Taking up the whole lane was freaky for me after my little car, surprised I parked it ok, but I did.<div>The trip was uneventful , thanks to Danny having a GPS in the car. Having said that, I still went past the motel TWICE. But in my defense the gps didn't recognise the actual address of the motel! </div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieu8lHx4N-YGqqB_dGDwcVgK6Rievn73HEAdpuxkDlBpBCnl6r3jQXhXTCgJ3lWanF4PtiFBVNWT2fc82_2_f1TnFFhqZFTQ6srPd9nb00EwHDf1HBeiQV4_KXx5du7zfgNLrB7HqVEeA/s640/101_0304.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieu8lHx4N-YGqqB_dGDwcVgK6Rievn73HEAdpuxkDlBpBCnl6r3jQXhXTCgJ3lWanF4PtiFBVNWT2fc82_2_f1TnFFhqZFTQ6srPd9nb00EwHDf1HBeiQV4_KXx5du7zfgNLrB7HqVEeA/s640/101_0304.JPG" border="0" alt="" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">me after 7 hr drive lol</div><br /></div><div>Hadn't got the key in the door when Danny rang to see where we were, rode his bike over, threw said bike in the back and took off. He came back at 7 to take us out for dinner at the club which was really nice. Next morning we all caught a train into the city to see HUGO. Great movie, I want to see it again.Danny probably does too, I have a sneaking suspicion he may have slept through it as he had a BIG night with mates for Australia Day.</div><div>After we left Danny to catch the train back Chloe and I investigated the inner city. Lots of good shopping if you have dollars, but it was nice to look.I did ONE touristy thing. I love how the old and new are blended.</div><div><br /><br /></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNeoGveJnSM8QJVRfpvDotTXfC7thXw2dofUKziVscJYOvfLCSKVdtcDV51bssUJIMPIMlRJaGCbRDCBqi_lCcF4Hd61UN0HVzBqt5NbrEWso8T0GaCiBjgxLW3nGIcaWytJYOU1A4T7A/s512/101_0309.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 384px; height: 512px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNeoGveJnSM8QJVRfpvDotTXfC7thXw2dofUKziVscJYOvfLCSKVdtcDV51bssUJIMPIMlRJaGCbRDCBqi_lCcF4Hd61UN0HVzBqt5NbrEWso8T0GaCiBjgxLW3nGIcaWytJYOU1A4T7A/s512/101_0309.JPG" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />St Francis Church, not fancy on the outside ...but look :<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><br /><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c9CrtA5I3Is/TzWpWsKUrMI/AAAAAAAABFo/PfriW4I-MDs/s333/stfrancis1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 333px; height: 333px;" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c9CrtA5I3Is/TzWpWsKUrMI/AAAAAAAABFo/PfriW4I-MDs/s333/stfrancis1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>It really is stunning.<div><br /></div><div>Since the trip I just haven't seemed to have a whole day home..till today !</div><div><br /></div><div>I started babysitting early in the new year , so have had a few nights a week and sometimes days but the kids have moved out of town now :( which sucks as I really enjoy them and their mum is great company.</div><div>I've advertised locally for some more work, hopefully I will get some regular days not just weddings etc. though when the twins get here, I may not have the time. </div><div><br /></div><div>The bride is growing like a pumkin! this is an old photo at 15weeks, she is 20 now.<br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5Dfw0YbR5YmACHzD-nyDP6oD5iSNAIya8YzXfJa_bkYKA7cp2O1iQwvaVMe2D_oBE4-PTw_Z0h5WCo6vt4stji15HmOAti96E2YVipCNVjT0kKu6oMrWd7On1nl2E3HcDIoqPqObKjWk/s512/399392_10150485487491094_657936093_9261478_597226206_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 491px; height: 512px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5Dfw0YbR5YmACHzD-nyDP6oD5iSNAIya8YzXfJa_bkYKA7cp2O1iQwvaVMe2D_oBE4-PTw_Z0h5WCo6vt4stji15HmOAti96E2YVipCNVjT0kKu6oMrWd7On1nl2E3HcDIoqPqObKjWk/s512/399392_10150485487491094_657936093_9261478_597226206_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">my grandbabies are in there :)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Gemma has finally been referred to an Obstetrician but he will share care with the Fetal Medicine Unit in Canberra. This last couple of weeks has been a bit of a whirlwind of appointments for her and me as I'm the driver. We traveled to Canberra for an expecting twins mums meeting, which she got a lot out of, and this week we've been to Ob/gyn, midwife and a twin mum morning tea.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">It appears she will be having the babies in Canberra, our local hospitals don't deliver twins unless they have no choice, so she is booked in locally,just so they know who she is, just in case. It's going to mean a lot of logistical organising, especially if she has to go in early for bedrest etc.</div><div style="text-align: left;">I was surprised the midwife told her she would be having a ceasarian!!! Aparantly Dr's avoid being sued at all costs so don't take any chances??? But is she really missing out on anything? Apart from the fact that I can say ..I did it .. is she? </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">When I was working in maternity there were so many girls disappointed because they didn't have everything happen according their "Birth Plan" , to me this is the shortcut to PND. I've told Gemma to lower expectations.......to..........healthy babies. It doesn't matter how they get here and honestly in even 5 years time it has faded , who remembers the music that played when their first born was delivered??? writing it down doesn't count!!!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Next week is the ultrasound in Canberra where they are hoping to find out the sex of the babies. I don't know if they want them to tell me, but then if they decide to tell everyone then I'll have to find out ,it would be weird otherwise....</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Valentines day on Tuesday. We forgot our anniversary! He rememberd the week before and I rememberd the week after...obviously neither of us had any plans! next year is the bit 30 I think we'll remember ! So I thought I better do something for Valentines, I've run out of dollars, so its a card and some choccies .</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">On the arthritis front, the Rhumey thinks we have to use prednisone too often to get the ESR down for new Humira scripts,so obviously is not working as well as it should, so he's changing me to Enbrel which is a weekly injection, so fingers crossed it works more efficiently.</div><div style="text-align: left;">the thing plaguing me most though is a damn plantar wart...now that is going to kill me to get it out, sooo painful I believe. If anyones got rid of a big one without the freezing or surgery please let me know. I'm a big chicken. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Well that's me for now</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>IWASNTBLOGGEDYESTERDAYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18054455347275782284noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168355323965868265.post-46364279792248137302012-01-01T16:38:00.000-08:002012-01-03T17:46:30.556-08:00Happy New Year<div>HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!! </div><div>new years resolutions? </div><div>1 .lose the lard..I am feeling like a sloth and looking like one too</div><div>2.. move more.. this might help move the lard</div><div>3 blog at least weekly and get my readership to 100.</div><div><br /></div><div>We had a lovely quiet Christmas the last one before the twins :)</div><div>Christmas eve was spent at a chinese restaurant in Canberra with Chloe & Jess and Jess's family. A fun night ,we were all wearing xmas lights and hats , good food ,great company .</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3jHbcpqd4c4SK_BOsp-gn4RVtZ-83uLZHrOnOmYf2eJunuDabKQFFiIHGbkQDDhsci0XFcb0E4PVz1IurhOpzjEFPWCa1i2oj2f5s58vZeNPCeYDEipB-tqX6CQuuGczVnH-sKoC3Acc/s1600/413778_10150429787452525_714587524_8855898_1679563191_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3jHbcpqd4c4SK_BOsp-gn4RVtZ-83uLZHrOnOmYf2eJunuDabKQFFiIHGbkQDDhsci0XFcb0E4PVz1IurhOpzjEFPWCa1i2oj2f5s58vZeNPCeYDEipB-tqX6CQuuGczVnH-sKoC3Acc/s400/413778_10150429787452525_714587524_8855898_1679563191_o.jpg" div="" /></a><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>We always do a xmas display ,our home has a small frontage of only 5om,wide and is almost on the footpath, so it looks a lot. Our street had the most lights again this year so we retain the street sign that says Santa St, in red .<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3jHbcpqd4c4SK_BOsp-gn4RVtZ-83uLZHrOnOmYf2eJunuDabKQFFiIHGbkQDDhsci0XFcb0E4PVz1IurhOpzjEFPWCa1i2oj2f5s58vZeNPCeYDEipB-tqX6CQuuGczVnH-sKoC3Acc/s1600/413778_10150429787452525_714587524_8855898_1679563191_o.jpg"><br /><br /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0hKtVU2aZueOIis5rS-Crp3b0C8_JtRrCSpcussBjBCuYeoV2h99uf5XAgP6lcL7bGuqGsQ-gvbIw4ZO6u1QRsl0TrmNH81oCJeCYHRAsJ1OJUydMPwk63BkitmngcM_tctBr4Wb1svg/s1600/377850_10150437312133233_703058232_8657540_599473020_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0hKtVU2aZueOIis5rS-Crp3b0C8_JtRrCSpcussBjBCuYeoV2h99uf5XAgP6lcL7bGuqGsQ-gvbIw4ZO6u1QRsl0TrmNH81oCJeCYHRAsJ1OJUydMPwk63BkitmngcM_tctBr4Wb1svg/s400/377850_10150437312133233_703058232_8657540_599473020_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692834202674611170" /></a><br />Chloe has finally written a post on her blog which I found really interesting and wanted to share <a href="http://tggalaxyguide.blogspot.com/2012/01/stereotypes.html">Stereotypes</a></div><div>I started to write her a reply that was turning into a blog post so I thought I would shadow her post here.</div><div><br /><div>Is there such a thing as being too girly or having too much pink? acress Jayne Mansfield apparently thought not...she had her house painted pink, with cupids surrounded by pink fluorescent lights, pink furs in the bathrooms, a pink heart-shaped bathtub, and a fountain spurting pink champagne.She also built a pink heart-shaped swimming pool. google her house, but have bucket handy hahaha</div><div><br /></div><div>Seriously though , I do see what Chloe is getting at.You don't have to be uber feminine and over emphasise the feminine to be femnine, there is a lot in between. </div><div>I also see what she means about the dressing "16" there are a LOT of women out there dressing the same, trans or not. It's a style ,one Chloe or you or I might not like but hey life is short and if their life is caught short, they are hit by a bus whilst scantily clad in a micro denim mini, and corset top, they may not mind at all!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>And truly to me that is what being trans is about...being able to be who you are, wether that girl is conservative in sensible shoes and lace collar,trendy,goth or uber-pink princess or cougar skanky.</div><div>It comes back to that problem in her first paragraph where she talks about being judged more harshly as a trans girl.....therein lies the problem..it's really not the pink or the hat.</div></div></div><div><br /></div><div>Women judge other women harshly, there is a pecking order which seems to do with body weight, age, ethnicity and then transwomen last , and then there is the same judgements again somehow judged against the top tier of the outcome of the first judgments,so effectively transwomen are judged against Miss Universe!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>And so we come to femininity..</div><div><br /></div><div>Just after writing this I came across this add for Libra Tampons and a campaign to remove the ad. I agree it needed changing or removing. The Libra page has been swamped with arguing for and against and a whole lot of transphobia. I shouldn't be shocked but I am.</div><div><a href="http://hoydenabouttown.com/20120102.11124/libras-new-transphobic-ad-and-what-you-can-do-about-it/">Libra tampon ad </a></div><div><br /></div><div>I don't like the ad for various reasons</div><div><br /></div><div>1 "Libra gets girls" only real women bleed? ahh beg to differ, I have a cousin born without ovaries , I myself have had a hyster and of course Chloe has no uterus..</div><div><br /></div><div>2. Both those girls wanted to "win" at being the better girl and the bio girl resorted to nastiness, as that is what that was ,nasty. In the playground that behaviour would be called for what it is, bullying, usually on show in front of other girls to get a laugh.As a parent that sort of behaviour should be punished, not put on TV for a cheap laugh. Imagine a strong blonde girl in the playground and the freckled red head, and a bunch of other girls.......which girl ends up leaving the group and eating alone? Exactly the same thing.</div><div><br /></div><div>3. The stereotyping idea that both those girls worth is in the mirror, lipstick, breast size etc,the competitiveness and bitchiness.do we all want to be represented like that?</div><div><br /></div><div>I have read a lot of comments from people who can't see the problem with the add as its funny. Yes it is funny, if you are a drag queen, not if you are transgender, the problem is the public don't know the difference and think they are one and the same. In fact one drag queen has been nasty about it on the libra facebook site today, and I was shocked by the vitriol and nastiness that came out of her keyboard!!! Again with the judgement, telling a transgender girl that she didn't pass and would never be a whole woman...Where the hell does that come from? </div><div>Even arguments about why a drag queen was in the bathroom with the woman and that is why the public assume the girl is transgender .aAaaargh when is the worrying about what is under the skirt going to end??? What difference does it make to you? honestly? does it matter if you know or not?</div><div>I have just heard that the ad has been pulled in New Zealand and from facebook,so presumably will not hit Australian TV screens .</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://killerdees.wordpress.com/2012/01/04/is-it-offensive/">is it offensive?</a> killerdee has a good read here and makes sense better than I can .</div><div><br /></div><div>A win !!</div><div><br /></div>IWASNTBLOGGEDYESTERDAYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18054455347275782284noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168355323965868265.post-55170877233442485742011-12-12T21:22:00.000-08:002011-12-13T15:33:14.431-08:00More Meads<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIE4cdYdTDJvbknlmPnCJ-CYD7NnTsHONLU0wQrw2Z5TXHLKSkdu8lfcFZlSQoR51HdD9CnWKLDDWKEJWhBqeRSvdPGvmjzAvfN5tnU0BG4_ESehnBvbqbraVgnF8tpbdq3VE71cCV480/s1600/Hanging.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIE4cdYdTDJvbknlmPnCJ-CYD7NnTsHONLU0wQrw2Z5TXHLKSkdu8lfcFZlSQoR51HdD9CnWKLDDWKEJWhBqeRSvdPGvmjzAvfN5tnU0BG4_ESehnBvbqbraVgnF8tpbdq3VE71cCV480/s400/Hanging.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685479659110669586" /></a><div>Sorry about that ! </div><div>I'd been hanging out to share the news,but had to wait till the newlyweds did first of course.I was just about to go to sleep when my facebook wall popped up with their announcement.YES! Cats out of the bag now!!!Mind you I did let slip to a few people that didn't actually know Gemma or weren't in contact with other of her friends and family, me and secrets...not good.</div><div><br /></div><div>Gemma is 11 weeks now, she found out at 4 weeks ,so it is going very slowly. </div><div><br /></div><div>Its really been a whirlwind few months for them..and us. Stress mostly goes over my head these days, I still worry a little, but I've learned it's not going to change the outcome, but the young ones haven't so it's hard for them.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>only 8 weeks ago :<br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5O8XzvW1dpXYuS7roM9W0vuFi7ByMr3b95JUduLq5nZllWHycToc9TAPQBtyNpELqvq2YSMMsluVG1IuDdF7cyqxOLClEIcX6RWi03pgWGEpiQlbdf_OtzQg396PTZ6vyENIq5l7WDVM/s512/IMG_1019.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 341px; height: 512px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5O8XzvW1dpXYuS7roM9W0vuFi7ByMr3b95JUduLq5nZllWHycToc9TAPQBtyNpELqvq2YSMMsluVG1IuDdF7cyqxOLClEIcX6RWi03pgWGEpiQlbdf_OtzQg396PTZ6vyENIq5l7WDVM/s512/IMG_1019.JPG" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />A few weeks after the wedding Gemma came over later than I expected her and looked frazzeled,I asked what was up, she said "I don't know, but It took me ages to find my keys and I burst into tears". Hmmmmmmm....I told her the tears reminded me of when I was pregnant and didn't know yet. Later that evening ,she arrived back with Aaron a big big smile each and this:<div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPC_tpOcz_fV0QrXDt0ID58uK4DmZ2D37xLg1JyBRWrWAloqaLl5LjlLLtT0Cyvo5MjE9zOiFtmjKP-TpfUMYyphBQYAuggMI3eGQL4IChkBokH4ivceKZ2L357mEM4LcjWbdzlf7nMRA/s1600/380545_10150419228336094_657936093_8971485_1748986801_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPC_tpOcz_fV0QrXDt0ID58uK4DmZ2D37xLg1JyBRWrWAloqaLl5LjlLLtT0Cyvo5MjE9zOiFtmjKP-TpfUMYyphBQYAuggMI3eGQL4IChkBokH4ivceKZ2L357mEM4LcjWbdzlf7nMRA/s400/380545_10150419228336094_657936093_8971485_1748986801_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685491798383484162" /></a></div><br />A few days later ,morning sickness...... all day,hit with a vengeance and for Aarons 21st dinner, poor girl looked so pale:<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hhJmLZqSHQ0/TufUzScoIeI/AAAAAAAABC8/Ik9V9B40CyE/s640/101_0185.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hhJmLZqSHQ0/TufUzScoIeI/AAAAAAAABC8/Ik9V9B40CyE/s640/101_0185.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>FF another week, ultrasound :</div><div><br /><div><br /></div></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc1fmoXaXb87KC02w7zzmq0Sp1iGvXwD6_R3zskfQaK5STQhWW0cUfKL_9oJ16bewA8oerUxqtlp3FdpCy4xaLMPOmNSXoJ1-IKgW4qGjTtUd6FF6gJsT8V0CpWfJ65Byd1BsFQsTgWG0/s1600/386267_10150419235436094_657936093_8971494_2076248907_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc1fmoXaXb87KC02w7zzmq0Sp1iGvXwD6_R3zskfQaK5STQhWW0cUfKL_9oJ16bewA8oerUxqtlp3FdpCy4xaLMPOmNSXoJ1-IKgW4qGjTtUd6FF6gJsT8V0CpWfJ65Byd1BsFQsTgWG0/s400/386267_10150419235436094_657936093_8971494_2076248907_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685746793234973602" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">DA TWINS :)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">and just last week she is already showing.......</div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6rgjC1KTy0XNbB8BTgLt5duo4BllEl6d5KACeWgVfswWpxMt5eNow_4O8ZatMvO2cFnDNXUp_QmTOgOkOaUN27nXv79XH7BN0sNArecy-pii4BYVHfkEnDby1tT8Mvyp47k67r-ngpQA/s640/378839_10150419228846094_657936093_8971486_1462652405_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6rgjC1KTy0XNbB8BTgLt5duo4BllEl6d5KACeWgVfswWpxMt5eNow_4O8ZatMvO2cFnDNXUp_QmTOgOkOaUN27nXv79XH7BN0sNArecy-pii4BYVHfkEnDby1tT8Mvyp47k67r-ngpQA/s640/378839_10150419228846094_657936093_8971486_1462652405_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Mood swings abound +++. Surviving this, they will survive anything I reckon! Makes me a little teary to see them bicker though as it's only a few weeks ago they were in the bliss bubble.<div>I believe a lot of it on Gemma's part is twofold, feeling constantly nauseous and exhausted plus fear. Fear of losing them, doing the wrong thing and losing them, doing the right things and losing them,then the fear of not being able to cope with a twin pregnancy, of not being able to cope with twins when they arrive, the list is endless in her head I imagine, and this swirls around in her head as a constant distraction, and then Aaron taps her on the shoulder for some reason and ROAR....Aaron...DUCK...quick !!!I remember well the feel of the red fog and sound of white noise during pregnancy, it ends thank goodness and I hope that next week being her 2nd trimester beginning,that it will be the beginning of the enjoyable part of pregnancy.I do remember enjoying being pregnant for most of it.In the meantime Poor St Aaron as I have dubbed him, continues to smile and ignore until his real wife returns and gives him THAT smile again and not the "you did this to me " smile.</div><div><br /></div><div>Me: Gem I think you might be aneamic, I saw you stand still for a sec when you got up, were you dizzy?</div><div>Gemma: No, I probably forgot what I got up for.......</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>ohhhhh there are so MANY but I best not print...........or I may be dubbed Poor Saint Bernadette</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.offthemarkcartoons.com/cartoons/2011-05-05.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://www.offthemarkcartoons.com/cartoons/2011-05-05.gif" border="0" alt="" /></a>IWASNTBLOGGEDYESTERDAYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18054455347275782284noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168355323965868265.post-82008618764077850282011-12-03T07:01:00.000-08:002011-12-03T07:04:54.686-08:00surprise sunday<div style="text-align: center;">In June I will be </div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8uw70aXRDsotTQQwq15Gx3lp1GgXYYTHKIiRsbREwR1RT2PrYQtuFy9vNTA4gOZiE-wwltMzsHUCnk0AybJa6Yn7teVl4HGla4B6hRlH2GO9XBPcL9H_Z56IEx9Rmc6MEc6Qq_-bedSc/s1600/grandma_of_twins_binder-p127576232836719252ff6o5_400.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8uw70aXRDsotTQQwq15Gx3lp1GgXYYTHKIiRsbREwR1RT2PrYQtuFy9vNTA4gOZiE-wwltMzsHUCnk0AybJa6Yn7teVl4HGla4B6hRlH2GO9XBPcL9H_Z56IEx9Rmc6MEc6Qq_-bedSc/s400/grandma_of_twins_binder-p127576232836719252ff6o5_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681917733202100306" /></a>IWASNTBLOGGEDYESTERDAYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18054455347275782284noreply@blogger.com11