Archive for October 2005


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31 October 2005

Callum loved the whole idea of dressing up, getting treats and visiting people.
But the moment a 4 foot Frankenstein appeared at our doorway, he completely freaked out and that was the end of our Halloween experience.

Haha. I love this pic. He even had the claw hand all sorted.

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28 October 2005

Callum is a ferocious jigsaw puzzle maniac. Now I know most kids his age are quite good at puzzles, but watching your child assemble a 25-piece puzzles in merely a couple of minutes is SCARY.
It’s like watching a kungfu zen master doing his thing. Or one of those possessed piano-playing child prodigies.

Anyway, today I bought Callum a 60-PIECE Thomas the Tank Engine puzzle. He giggled and bounced in his car seat all the way home, shaking the box and exploding with excitement.

Home. After 10 minutes and a bit of help from mum, the puzzle was done. Finished. Crickets chirped. And his silence was deafening. The toddler was not appeased. My husband suggested that next time I should throw ALL the jigsaw sets together just to see what he does with it.

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My Mid-Week Night Out

26 October 2005

Last night I went out for dinner… with a bunch of people I don’t usually hang out with. They were from my church and they were all much younger than my ripe old age of 27 – but haha I had a really good time chatting, gossiping and partaking in the endless mockery.

For some reason (I forget), I found myself talking to the manager. It turned into a long silly banter, and in the end, we made a deal that if I made my group sing the theme song to The Smurfs, he would get one of his waitstaff (the one who looked like Michael Hutchence) to do a strip dance for the birthday girl. Ha!

I walked away from the conversation shaking my head, thinking
“I will surely be struck down by lightning for this…”

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Carnivals and carrot sticks

23 October 2005

We live walking distance from a cute little primary school, and today they were holding their spring carnival. The weather was absolutely stunning, so I took the kids for a stroll. There were rides, games, stalls, bouncy castles, food stall, tents, music, laughter, balloons, fairy floss. Parents were behind the stalls, school kids were doing face painting, teachers were selling drinks, a choir was singing songs. It had such a nice family atmosphere.

I had a warm gooey feeling in my tummy… making me feel so happy that my kids are going to grow up in a caring, community-focused environment like this.

I found the second-hand stall and I ended up with a STACK of quality bargains. Classic children’s books and toys selling for 10 cents. It was sacrilege. My pram was loaded and I only spent $5.

Callum had a great time. He won a pinwheel, a balloon and a bag of lollies. He got his face painted. Ate some ice cream. Played with other kids in the playground. And basically watched and absorbed everything around him. Haha. I believe he now thinks that this is what happens at “school”.
Oh and Sean had a good time too!

My proud parent moment : When we got home, I gave Callum the little bag of lollies that he had won. It was quite possibly the second time he has ever eaten jelly lollies. He spent ages examining a green snake and making it slither – it was really cute. He munched off its head, but quickly spat it out. “I don’t like lollies mummy. I want carrot sticks.”
Whoa. I wonder how long that will last?!?

Funny moment : Callum had spent all weekend making this weird worried grin (right pic in the top banner) I’d occassionally turn around and catch him grinning to himself. It was so odd. So finally, while he was eating his carrot sticks, I asked him why he was making that face.

He scampered off into the lounge room, rummaged through our magazine rack, and came back a few minutes later with last week’s store catalogue. He pointed to a kid wearing a halloween mask and said, “I’m being a angry red man mummy!” It was so funny, random and weird. I just laughed and laughed. And we spent the rest of the afternoon making funny angry faces at each other. Hahaha. Are all kids this weird? Or did I just get a funny one?

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Thank God it’s the weekend

22 October 2005

Sick husband + sick kids = a really crap week.
But it’s the weekend. And things are looking up.

Things that cheered me up :

Emails from nice people dropping by my site from a couple of recent plugs in the Western Independent, HWM Magazine, and The Oriental Post.

Someone asked for my “Shag Wishlist” :
David Duchovny
John Rzeznik
Mark Wahlberg
Chris Martin
George Gregan
Preferably in that order. Haha. Some of my favourite pics here.

Discovering that your 2.5 year old can count to 10! However he always forgets the 6. Oh well. Close enough.

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Understatement of the year…

18 October 2005

These last few weeks I’ve been a bit gloomy.

My constant efforts to take care of myself – to make sure that I don’t suddenly find myself caught in a slump – my night-outs without the kids, dinner parties, dates with my husband, hanging out with girlfriends, retail shopping, chocolate consumption… have not been as helpful as I had hoped.

Ugh. I’ve never been the high maintenance type.I hate being so hormonal.

My husband has been so completely and utterly wonderful, gentle, wise, patient and loving. The other day, he came home from work and walked through the door. I was cooking dinner in the kitchen. The moment he caught my eye, he KNEW I had a bad day. Or perhaps it was the way I was chopping up the pumpkin.

Despite my protest, he dragged me and the kids to Leederville. We ate dinner. Sat in a cafe. Sipped hot chocolates. Read the paper. The kids were so well behaved, things were so perfect, that I had this sudden urge to cry.

Standing amongst the other normal people in the street, I felt like I surfaced from a train wreck. Wounded. Sore. ALIVE.

And even more in love with my husband.

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My bimbo moment

16 October 2005

There are only a few things in this world that send me into a state of brain shut-down and indecisive paralysis. One, is trying to choose between wild strawberry yogurt or jamaican chocolate ice cream (with chocolate bits and nuts). My god, I drive those Gelare boys insane.

Two, is figuring out what to wear, after I changed my mind on what I was planning to wear, an hour before an event.

Yesterday, I swear I pinned up my hair about 6 times. And after each time, I let it down again because I needed something to compare it to. And then each time I let it down the ends got curlier, and I couldn’t decide whether it was a good thing or bad thing.

Argh, to be woman.

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15 October 2005

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The Christmas Wish List

11 October 2005

Wooo, that was fun. But time consuming!

I’ve already had a few friends and family members ask me what my kids want for Christmas. Aakk! It’s still OCTOBER! Damn you super-organised people.

Anyway, I decided to make an online Wish List of books, toys, and music for my little ones – and hopefully provide some direction for the kind-hearted. Ah, the internet is a wonderful thing.

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Hen’s Night

9 October 2005

Last night I was invited to a good friend’s hens night.

I really should have deduced from her personality / character that it was going to be a sophisticated and classy evening of indulgence, unwinding and relaxation in the company of good friends.

Instead, I automatically assumed a night of unruly female debauchery, outrageously hot strippers, brainless intoxication and needing to sneak into my house at 4am. So I got dressed up – faux fur coat, fishnets, heels, bling… only to discover that everyone else turned up in jeans! OOPS. Next time I should read the invite.

Anyway, it was a lovely night. Perfect actually.
Perfect for her – as the poor girl’s stressed about the whole wedding debacle. Perfect for the group – we giggled over girly secrets. And perfect for me – in the midst of my own cabin-fever craziness.

It was not, however, perfect for fishnets.

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Food that Mooed

5 October 2005

I went out with some good friends for a Korean BBQ dinner.
Good lord, I think I ate a whole cow. I felt so sick. I ate so much meat.

There was a raw meat buffet (which seemed so wrong) and you cooked your meats at your own table. The men ended up doing all the cooking – as is the way at all great Aussie barbecues.

But the problem with dining with so many male friends, was that I felt like I had to keep up with them. They kept cooking more and more things and piling them onto my plate. Damn chivalry.

During the dinner, I accidently picked up a sliced cow tongue. Now I don’t usually get squeamish over food, nor do I believe in wasting food – but in that moment, the picture just didn’t sit well with me.

Anyway, I think I’m going to eat plain lettuce for the next few days.