My car had a meltdown last week. Unfortunately for me Cynthia Crossfire decided to have her meltdown on the mitchell freeway during peak hour traffic. After hearing a muffled noise I suddenly thought "is that my car making that noise" after I turned down my boom box, indeed it was my car making a very strange noise that definately warranted pulling over. I sat there for 5 minutes after trying to call my husband to ask him for car advice hmmmm why did I do that? ? a woman in crisis I think was my reasoning. Of course he had no idea so I was left to my own devices. I decided to give Cynthia the benefit of the doubt and headed back into mainstream traffic, only to be once again hit with a very loud muffly kind of noise, definately time for real help.
I called the Chrysler help line, yes I know the correct terminology "roadside assistance" and they very kindly sent a tow truck. After about 10 games of solitaire, totally bored and slightly dizzy from the cars rushing past shaking my car, my day could only get better and perhaps I could end up with a muscle clad tow truck driver but alas as per the norm it was a hairy butt crack. The worst part about the day was trying to get into the truck which was at least a meter hike up whilst wearing a pencil skirt but that turned out to be the least of my problems. I had pulled over in the emergency lane and the truck was so close to the outside freeway lane that I had to time the passing cars and stand pressing myself into the truck's side door as the cars were whizzing by at 120km per hour. I then had to yank the door open, try to get my bag inside as I pulled myself into the truck's cab petrified of the door being hit by a passing car. Yikes so scary!
Anyways, after a couple of days in the mechanics Cynthia was given a clean bill of health and I am non the wiser of the cause of the problem. Hopefully she will continue to behave and time her meltdowns better.
Friday, October 29, 2010
Friday, October 22, 2010
When is the man bag OK
When is the man bag OK?
I bought my husband a man bag last christmas, he cringed at the thought but I was so sick of seeing him hold a disgusting canvas bag, handed out at some conference that he went to that I purchased a satchel type Ben Sherman man bag. He said he was unsure about it but he did take it to work and yes he was ridiculed for carrying a man bag, hence to say he usually leaves it in his car.
I think it is all depends on how you carry the said man bag, if you have it perched on your shoulder then yes it is reminiscent of a ladies handbag but if you carry it crossed over your shoulder it does look much more manly. My husband kind of carries it in his hand screwed up slightly as if to make it smaller looking and less noticible.
I say men carry your man bags proudly and more importantly manly. Maybe its just me but I also love a man with a scarf but that is better left for another blog .......
I bought my husband a man bag last christmas, he cringed at the thought but I was so sick of seeing him hold a disgusting canvas bag, handed out at some conference that he went to that I purchased a satchel type Ben Sherman man bag. He said he was unsure about it but he did take it to work and yes he was ridiculed for carrying a man bag, hence to say he usually leaves it in his car.
I think it is all depends on how you carry the said man bag, if you have it perched on your shoulder then yes it is reminiscent of a ladies handbag but if you carry it crossed over your shoulder it does look much more manly. My husband kind of carries it in his hand screwed up slightly as if to make it smaller looking and less noticible.
I say men carry your man bags proudly and more importantly manly. Maybe its just me but I also love a man with a scarf but that is better left for another blog .......
Sunday, October 17, 2010
The Neck Spasm from Hell
how does this happen? I am cruising along having a lovely Saturday morning, up at 6.20, yes crazy I know don't know why just happened to wake up, typical, cant get up during the week and Bing! wide awake on Saturday at 6.20. Went to yoga at 9.30, feeling very energized, home at 11.30, had a shower and whilst I had lifted my arms up to wash my hair, it struck, a neck spasm. In that split second my neck was immobile, I couldn't move to my head to the left and hardly any movement to the right, and as the incredible pain radiated down my shoulders I knew this wasn't going to be good.
I rushed to physio, thankfully he agreed to see me as he was just finishing up his last patient for the day, it was so acute that he couldn't really do much so I was sent home with instructions of taking anti inflammatories, panadol, heat and wait for it, a soft collar that I am to wear all weekend ...... . This neck brace, apart from being so very uncomfortable, leaving me looking like a giraffe, it is so totally unflattoring, with your excess chin folds squeezing over the top, hence to say I have only worn it when I am at home, there is no way the video shop is ready for my hideous portrayal of Magda Subankzi's skit in Fast Forward, the one where they were swingers, she wore a collar and had gross greasy hair and her husband was Victor, the very unattractive man. I know that I look nothing like that as my hair is at least clean but when I put the collar on, I just get that picture in my head, not pretty!
Anyway, back to the physio on Monday so hopefully he will fix me up, I must say I wasn't impressed when he asked how I did my neck, this was followed by how old are you now, and after I replied, he just said mmmhmmmm. I thought they said life begins at 40!
I rushed to physio, thankfully he agreed to see me as he was just finishing up his last patient for the day, it was so acute that he couldn't really do much so I was sent home with instructions of taking anti inflammatories, panadol, heat and wait for it, a soft collar that I am to wear all weekend ...... . This neck brace, apart from being so very uncomfortable, leaving me looking like a giraffe, it is so totally unflattoring, with your excess chin folds squeezing over the top, hence to say I have only worn it when I am at home, there is no way the video shop is ready for my hideous portrayal of Magda Subankzi's skit in Fast Forward, the one where they were swingers, she wore a collar and had gross greasy hair and her husband was Victor, the very unattractive man. I know that I look nothing like that as my hair is at least clean but when I put the collar on, I just get that picture in my head, not pretty!
Anyway, back to the physio on Monday so hopefully he will fix me up, I must say I wasn't impressed when he asked how I did my neck, this was followed by how old are you now, and after I replied, he just said mmmhmmmm. I thought they said life begins at 40!
Thursday, October 14, 2010
I love my iphone
I must say I love my iphone. When I first got it my husband would chastise me for spending too much time fiddling about with my phone, he said I was obsessed with it. The iphone secretly sucks you in unawares and before you know it you have been converted.
My husband was converted after the third day, the first day he was afraid to touch it and ended up locking himself out of his phone, the second day it was a bit daunting with all this new technology, by the third day he was hooked and started raving about certain apps, did you know it can do this and did you know it can do that. I secretly had a giggle and knew he was a gonna.
We can now travel with our iphone and use the google maps that allows you to look up any place in the world and zoom in to show street names. There will be no more trapsing along trying to read a map while the wind moulds it back against your face. If you get lost in the wilderness you can use the trusty iphone compass to guide your way out. You can check your daily share prices, you can find out the weather in any country you desire, you can take a photo, you can log into your facebook account, you can stick your headphones in it and listen to your ipod and don't even get me started on the amazing apps.
I have the Jamie Oliver 20 minute meals, who doesn't love playing Angry Birds and Jungle Crash. I am madly hooked on Solitaire City at the moment and yes a little bit obsessed even.
Its your computer away from home, I can check my emails, do my internet banking, google anything I like. I love my iphone and I can't imagine going back to a generic phone. Just don't forget to charge it up each and every night otherwise your day will end in tears as your battery life is flatlined very quickly, then OMG shock horror what will you do without your phone.................................................................................................eeek
My husband was converted after the third day, the first day he was afraid to touch it and ended up locking himself out of his phone, the second day it was a bit daunting with all this new technology, by the third day he was hooked and started raving about certain apps, did you know it can do this and did you know it can do that. I secretly had a giggle and knew he was a gonna.
We can now travel with our iphone and use the google maps that allows you to look up any place in the world and zoom in to show street names. There will be no more trapsing along trying to read a map while the wind moulds it back against your face. If you get lost in the wilderness you can use the trusty iphone compass to guide your way out. You can check your daily share prices, you can find out the weather in any country you desire, you can take a photo, you can log into your facebook account, you can stick your headphones in it and listen to your ipod and don't even get me started on the amazing apps.
I have the Jamie Oliver 20 minute meals, who doesn't love playing Angry Birds and Jungle Crash. I am madly hooked on Solitaire City at the moment and yes a little bit obsessed even.
Its your computer away from home, I can check my emails, do my internet banking, google anything I like. I love my iphone and I can't imagine going back to a generic phone. Just don't forget to charge it up each and every night otherwise your day will end in tears as your battery life is flatlined very quickly, then OMG shock horror what will you do without your phone.................................................................................................eeek
Monday, October 11, 2010
The Love Hate Relationship
When the cat came along as a new addition to the family, it took Angus the Staffi a few days to accept a new-comer but once Felix had settled in, it has become a love hate relationship.
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| Here is the Love |
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| Here is the Hate |
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| and here is the cat using Angus as a pillow |
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| and here is the cat proving he is boss as he gets the spot nearest to the heater! |
Friday, October 8, 2010
Happy 16th Chelsea
I cannot believe that my god daughter is turning 16! Wow the years have flown by.
This gorgeous girl is a mixture of both of her parents. She is spirited, tough, on one hand she is a very strong person who is not led by others on the other hand she is a big softie and will let things get to her quite easily.
She is her own person, she knows right from wrong, she will fight and look after someone that has been pushed around or is just feeling down and needs a friend. She is emotional, she is extraordinarily beautiful, inside and out, she loves her mummy and adores her daddy, her friends and family mean to the world to her. Her Hennies and Boo Boo too. She dresses up a storm in hot sexy numbers with high heels and parties the night away, and is also just as comfortable in her boy trackie daks or pj's, having a night in with her mummy watching x factor and eating chocolate. Here's a few pics of the girl I know and love like my own daughter. I wish I had some of her fat rolly polly baby photo's but alas these were all I could find.
This gorgeous girl is a mixture of both of her parents. She is spirited, tough, on one hand she is a very strong person who is not led by others on the other hand she is a big softie and will let things get to her quite easily.
She is her own person, she knows right from wrong, she will fight and look after someone that has been pushed around or is just feeling down and needs a friend. She is emotional, she is extraordinarily beautiful, inside and out, she loves her mummy and adores her daddy, her friends and family mean to the world to her. Her Hennies and Boo Boo too. She dresses up a storm in hot sexy numbers with high heels and parties the night away, and is also just as comfortable in her boy trackie daks or pj's, having a night in with her mummy watching x factor and eating chocolate. Here's a few pics of the girl I know and love like my own daughter. I wish I had some of her fat rolly polly baby photo's but alas these were all I could find.
HAPPY 16TH CHELSEA XXXXX
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
The Lawn Horn
Who gets excited by lawn? My husband does, he is a greenkeeper by trade and absolutely loves his lawn. As soon as the heavens look like they are about to open, it would not be unusual to see him spreading his fertilizer on his beloved lawn in a motion that resembles feeding the chooks.
As he walks backwards and forwards pushing the lawn mower creating perfect lawn stripes I am sure he is reminiscing about the golf course days when he rode the mower and his lines were perfectly straight and there was turf as far as your eye could see.
In the past we have been banned from walking on the lawn, and god help anyone that has even has inch of tyre parked on his lawn. The rims from my car stain our driveway when I wash them so I thought I would drive up on our lawn carefully and my husband would be none the wiser as I could easily hose off the dark stains left behind from the brake pads. Well I finished the car and drove off the lawn quite pleased that my tracks would be hidden but god, the blades of grass had been crushed by the tyers and had left a run where I had been parked, I spend the next 20 minutes down on my hands and knees with a brush trying to coax the blades of grass back up. I blamed the neighbours!
I must admit he has he has mellowed with age and now our son and the neighbourhood kids are allowed to actually play on the lawn.
He still loves his lawn and quite often when we say goodbye to our friends after a few drinks he will wistfully look at his lawn and say "look at that, doesn't it just give you a lawn horn" er NO, doesn't really do it for me but whatever floats your boat!
As he walks backwards and forwards pushing the lawn mower creating perfect lawn stripes I am sure he is reminiscing about the golf course days when he rode the mower and his lines were perfectly straight and there was turf as far as your eye could see.
In the past we have been banned from walking on the lawn, and god help anyone that has even has inch of tyre parked on his lawn. The rims from my car stain our driveway when I wash them so I thought I would drive up on our lawn carefully and my husband would be none the wiser as I could easily hose off the dark stains left behind from the brake pads. Well I finished the car and drove off the lawn quite pleased that my tracks would be hidden but god, the blades of grass had been crushed by the tyers and had left a run where I had been parked, I spend the next 20 minutes down on my hands and knees with a brush trying to coax the blades of grass back up. I blamed the neighbours!
I must admit he has he has mellowed with age and now our son and the neighbourhood kids are allowed to actually play on the lawn.
He still loves his lawn and quite often when we say goodbye to our friends after a few drinks he will wistfully look at his lawn and say "look at that, doesn't it just give you a lawn horn" er NO, doesn't really do it for me but whatever floats your boat!
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
White versus Tanned
During the recent Grand Final my girlfriend and I hit the shops for a bit of retail therapy. As I was trying on numerous skirts for a work purchase she yelled out to me "you need to get some fake tan on those legs". I replied "I do already have fake tan on my legs", she mumbled something along the lines of "jesus woman".
Now I do love my friend dearly but she is a major sun worshipper, when I said to her that she is mad sun baking in 40 degrees, she shrugged and said no way I can't do 40, 38 is perfect!!! I would be frazzled in about 10 minutes and would probably end up with heat stroke. So when she said to me later that afternoon as we were sipping champagne "I would hate to be born your colour". I just looked at her and said I hate to break it to you but you were love, I have seen your arse and it is no different to the colour of mine. You may look chocolate brown to everyone else but your arse is as white as the day you were born.
Yes I am pale but I am not blue white, I still tan up in summer, no I do not go a deep brown but I do take the glow of my legs so people can leave their sunglasses on whilst my legs are on display. When did pale skin go out of fashion, what happed to beautiful english rose skin or peaches and cream? I must admit after having a spray tan (that did not turn out a lovely shade of orange) I did look healthier and more radiant. So this summer I will be applying my fake tan to get that golden glow but people there is nothing wrong with white!
Now I do love my friend dearly but she is a major sun worshipper, when I said to her that she is mad sun baking in 40 degrees, she shrugged and said no way I can't do 40, 38 is perfect!!! I would be frazzled in about 10 minutes and would probably end up with heat stroke. So when she said to me later that afternoon as we were sipping champagne "I would hate to be born your colour". I just looked at her and said I hate to break it to you but you were love, I have seen your arse and it is no different to the colour of mine. You may look chocolate brown to everyone else but your arse is as white as the day you were born.
Yes I am pale but I am not blue white, I still tan up in summer, no I do not go a deep brown but I do take the glow of my legs so people can leave their sunglasses on whilst my legs are on display. When did pale skin go out of fashion, what happed to beautiful english rose skin or peaches and cream? I must admit after having a spray tan (that did not turn out a lovely shade of orange) I did look healthier and more radiant. So this summer I will be applying my fake tan to get that golden glow but people there is nothing wrong with white!
Saturday, October 2, 2010
Tour de Mindarie
I bought my husband a push bike for fathers day and he has been getting up at 5.45 am and riding three times a week, I suggested to him that it would be nice for me to get a bike too so I can come along. I am not a morning person of which he is well aware of so he kind of went hmmmmm. Then proceeded to say "well its 5.45am and I don't mess around, I get up and go and thats it, I wont be waiting for you" any romantic notion I had of going for lovely rides together went out the window, do I really want to do this at that time in the morning?? Anyway I came home for work yesterday and he surprised me with a very lovely powder blue bike with a matching helmut, yeeaah I was very excited.
I awoke this morning (not 6.00am) a respectible 8.30 and went to hop on my bike, my husband had already waked our dogs and he agreed to come with me, I am sure it was only to ensure that I did not topple off the bike or get hit by a car ha ha. He laughed that I had colour co-ordinated my top with my bike, he said "that is so you" I replied that it was purely by fluke but yes I had colour co-ordinated my top with my bike, how totally dorky! I had my ipod playing with my ear plugs in and as I yelled out to my husband "god this seat hurts your fanny" a bloke was walking past the house with his dogs, a smirk plastered on his face. I quickly removed my headphones and thought they were better left at home.
Off we went and had a lovely ride, although i felt like a middle eastern bride as my man was always at least 4 bike lengths ahead of me, maybe it was because of my colour co-ordination!!! Looking forward to my 5.45am ride, I think!
I awoke this morning (not 6.00am) a respectible 8.30 and went to hop on my bike, my husband had already waked our dogs and he agreed to come with me, I am sure it was only to ensure that I did not topple off the bike or get hit by a car ha ha. He laughed that I had colour co-ordinated my top with my bike, he said "that is so you" I replied that it was purely by fluke but yes I had colour co-ordinated my top with my bike, how totally dorky! I had my ipod playing with my ear plugs in and as I yelled out to my husband "god this seat hurts your fanny" a bloke was walking past the house with his dogs, a smirk plastered on his face. I quickly removed my headphones and thought they were better left at home.
Off we went and had a lovely ride, although i felt like a middle eastern bride as my man was always at least 4 bike lengths ahead of me, maybe it was because of my colour co-ordination!!! Looking forward to my 5.45am ride, I think!
Friday, October 1, 2010
Progress
With times changes rapidly I got to thinking about the things that will soon be non existent, already our letter writing is practically non existant, proper thank you letters and written rsvp's will be a thing of the past. Imagine our children when they are our age, they will be sending a text message "tx 4 wedding invite luv 2 cum b there with bells on lmao lol xoxo" there will be no handwritten card by them! No keepsakes.
I was also thinking about grandparents, the traditional nana will be extinct, take my nana for example, my mum worked so my nana looked after us, there was no day care in those days and we were packed off to nan's for a fun filled day. She would dance around the lounge room with us, create a colour-in competition that actually had no winner, the prize of a mars bar was always cut in half, announcing that myself and my brother's drawings were so good we were both winners. Nana would bake for us and I mean from scratch not from a cardboard box, who remembers the gorgeous butterfly cakes, vanilla sponge with icing and jam, almond and coconut cherry tarts, apple pie with home made pastry Mmmmmm
Don't get me wrong I love how we have progressed, my husband always says "I am woman here me roar" what can I say, I have an opinion and I am not afraid to voice it....... The nana's of today will more than likely continue working until 60, perhaps cut back to part time and be out enjoying lunches with their girlfriends. I think the difference is that back in my nana's day the 60 year old nana was in fact old, but now 60 is not old at all, its a time for nana's to embrace life, travel, do lunch, look after their grand kids, in fact they can multi task and do whatever the hell they like, because they can.
So perhaps progress is a good thing, maybe we just need to teach our kids how to write a letter, the correct way to RSVP and more importantly how to bake, as I reach for the cardboard box of muffins I am LMAO xxx
I was also thinking about grandparents, the traditional nana will be extinct, take my nana for example, my mum worked so my nana looked after us, there was no day care in those days and we were packed off to nan's for a fun filled day. She would dance around the lounge room with us, create a colour-in competition that actually had no winner, the prize of a mars bar was always cut in half, announcing that myself and my brother's drawings were so good we were both winners. Nana would bake for us and I mean from scratch not from a cardboard box, who remembers the gorgeous butterfly cakes, vanilla sponge with icing and jam, almond and coconut cherry tarts, apple pie with home made pastry Mmmmmm
Don't get me wrong I love how we have progressed, my husband always says "I am woman here me roar" what can I say, I have an opinion and I am not afraid to voice it....... The nana's of today will more than likely continue working until 60, perhaps cut back to part time and be out enjoying lunches with their girlfriends. I think the difference is that back in my nana's day the 60 year old nana was in fact old, but now 60 is not old at all, its a time for nana's to embrace life, travel, do lunch, look after their grand kids, in fact they can multi task and do whatever the hell they like, because they can.
So perhaps progress is a good thing, maybe we just need to teach our kids how to write a letter, the correct way to RSVP and more importantly how to bake, as I reach for the cardboard box of muffins I am LMAO xxx
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