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Thursday, December 30, 2010

I'd just like to buy a dress

Stardate December 31, 2011

There was once a time in my life, in a galaxy not so far away, when I would see a piece of clothing in a shop that I  liked, so I would try it on, and if it fitted I would buy it. Decision making over. Now however, after two pregnancies and  three more children-and having just turned 40- it's a completely different story. Not only do things not fit as they once did, I find myself in a quandary, between young people clothes and old people clothes. And the conversation with shop assistant, well it goes something like this...

"I would like to buy a dress. Just an ordinary dress to slip on when I feel like wearing a dress. Nothing fancy-it's not like I'm going anywhere, anytime soon (as I glance at the pram to make sure the feral twins are still strapped in). I all ready have a couple of dresses for those occasions  (that will hopefully fit should the need arise).  I just want a simple dress.

Can I get something that's plain without a pattern on it? Yeah, I've noticed floral is big this year. I'm not really into flowers, but I guess I could do small ones because they may just look like dots if I don't look at them for too long. And I don't really wear yellow or brown, and I definitely don't wear green-due to a teacher that traumatised me many years ago- in fact you probably weren't even born then, so I really should get over it. Shouldn't I?

Hang on a minute, I'll just give the kiddies something to keep them quiet. Molly get off Alice, she really doesn't want a cuddle!

I don't want spaghetti straps or ruffled shoulders because they make me look like an American footballer in drag.

I really don't want to spend a lot of money, but can the material be a decent thickness? I'm not into flaunting the silhouette of my belly button, or every bump on my stomach and bum. And I don't really want to have to wear a singlet top under it to hid my bits.

No,  I don't want a maxi dress. I have a couple of those in the wardrobe that I don't wear now. Not really that practical for chasing kiddies I find. Yes I've noticed that they are 'in' right now, even with my limited capacity to socialise. BECAUSE THEY'RE ALL I EVER SEE WHEN I LOOK IN A SHOP FOR A DRESS!

SIT DOWN MOLLY AND PUT YOUR SEAT BELT ON. Sorry, she tries to escape if I stay still for too long. But I would like it long enough so that when I bend down to pick up a child, or do something child-related, everyone doesn't get to see my incredibly attractive undies. Oh, and I don't want lace or any of those sparkly things. I'm not really into that. Though I guess I could pick them off if I needed to.

I saw something in your shop a couple of months ago that I quite liked. Oh that was last summer? Whoops how time flies when you're living the dream in your trackie daks and cleaning up after everyone else every day. Oh well thanks for your help, I'll just keep looking."

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

The car drama

Stardate November 18, 2010

Last year as I was dropping daughter number two and some friends at soccer training, i reversed into a big square bin. I know I was being too reliant on my sensors, I also know that I've have frequented the University of Tasmania soccer grounds for the last twenty years so I should be able to successfully drive around there with my eyes shut. Well I may as well have been because I ran into the bin thing.

Every now and again I would think 'must get a quote on that and fix it'. Then I would tell myself- with my other voice- "Yes dear. Later". Hence a year and a bit later there's still a scratch and broken tail light.

A couple of months ago I went to a BBQ at the Tolosa Street Reserve. It was more of an 'I'll see how long the kids will last' drop in visit that lasted just over an hour. As I was loading everyone into the car and saying my goodbyes, a girl- who will now be forever known amongst our friends as random woman because she wasn't random at all- approached me to say that a man had just hit my car. On the other side!!

When I went over he was checking out his bumper and his first words were "I think I've done more damage to my car than yours". This may have been true as the resultant dent in my car was really only the size of a fist-but he didn't have to go home and tell the registered owner did he?

Luckily he was insured, we swapped numbers and off we went- I won't go into the screaming (in hindsight, possibly traumatised from the crash) children in the back.

Over the course of the following week I organised the quote and said I'd be in soon. A week passed, and they rang me. "Yep I'll be there". Another couple of weeks passed, they rang again "Yep, I'll be there" and so on.

So just before the number of  reminder calls entered double digits, I finally booked it in and it was fixed. Ready to be collected this morning. It was ready at 4:45 last night but I don't think I need to point out how inconvenient that was .So the plan was this morning- walk child number three to school, with four and five in the pram, catch a bus to the childcare centre, drop them off, and catch another bus to town.

Simple? You'd think so.

9:00 am: I dropped number 3 at school, and as we were about to cross the road to the bus stop a bus came, and stopped. I gestured to the driver that I wanted to get on and he shook his head and drove off. I checked the times on the timetables, contemplated ringing the bus company and continued to walk towards town until it was time for the next bus.

9:30 am: The next bus came. It had some steps, but I wasn't going to let that stop me. I was on a mission. However my mission was thwarted when the pram wouldn't fit up the aisle of the bus. So I'm now assuming that's why the first guy shook his head. I'll give him the benefit of the doubt this time.

"How do I know when as bus is coming that I will fit on?" I ask.
"You need to ring headquarters" said the obviously sympathetic driver.

So off we got and the twins screamed. The lady at headquarters could tell me that the next appropriate  bus wouldn't be coming through until 11:30- as long as it didn't breakdown in the meantime. That was reassuring.

I continued to walk. Not 5 minutes later it started to rain.

10:00 am: I was over it  and called a taxi.

Pram wouldn't fit in the boot, so the driver had to occy strap the boot shut.

10:12 am: Got to childcare centre with no lunch for the twins so I said I'd be back before lunch.

10:30 am: Caught a bus into town where it started to pour, so I bought myself a $3 umbrella because nothing was stopping me now!!

11:30 am arrived at car repair shop to collect vehicle.

11:50 Phone call asking how far away I was with their lunches. Only two minutes as it happened.

As I got in the car to drive home and make some use of the rest of my day, I couldn't help but think "I could of just waited at home for the 11:30 bus- and stayed dry!"

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Do we really need India to find ourselves?

Stardate October 6, 2010

I found myself this morning watching the start of Kerry-Anne's morning show, and the whole episode was going to be about the release of a film called Eat, Pray, Love, which is based on a book, coincidentally, by the same name.The brief goes as follows:
  • 32 year old educated, married, successful writer. Wasn't happy, cried in the bathroom, divorced eventually, travelled to Italy, India and Bali for a book- nice work if you can get it- and came back with a cleansed soul (I haven't read it so apologies if I've missed a bit out).
Do we really have to go on a 'journey'- that word drives me insane, as does 'it's an organic process' -to be all that we can? Or are we all on a journey all ready, and some journeys involve the accumulation of more frequent flyer points than others? Will I ever be complete, as I can't see myself travelling to India,or anywhere remotely exotic, any time soon?

So it got me thinking. I'm basically happy. I could have my act together a bit better but really what's the point of stressing about it? The twins would just climb on the furniture and do some more writing on the walls whilst I was dwelling on it anyway. So for those of you who care, here's what I came up with for a happy life (in no particular order and by no means the whole strategy):
  • Pretty high up on my list is to surround yourself with good people, people who are looking out for more than themselves, and people who make you laugh-because if you're not laughing often, it can't be a good thing. Choose your friends wisely, and do be picky- you don't need to be everyone's friend all the time. Whilst it is important to be there for your friends and support them through their hard times, some people just have too many dramas and this can wear you down.
  • Pick your battles, especially when it comes to your kids, or you could spend your entire life talking to deaf ears, and that's going to drive anyone crazy.
  • Realising that the world does not revolve around you and your wants and needs is another starting point.
  • Acceptance of other peoples' differences. As they say in the song 'If everybody looked the same, we'd get tired of looking at each other.' If their behaviour's not hurting anyone, then why worry.
  • Recognise that there are always people out there doing it harder than you.
  • Do what makes you happy. Again, whilst it is important to consider the feelings and wellbeing of others when making decisions, you can't live your life striving to keep other people happy if you're not.
And let's hope that if there is a 'higher being' that Buddhists or the Hindus have got it right, and he/she/it is not as judgemental as some other religions would have us believe.

So as long as we pull our heads out of our bums and notice those around us, we should be able to save ourselves an airfare? Is it that simple?

As for how to get your dream job, or any job for that matter? No idea! You'll need to read someone else's blog for that one.

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Nursery rhymes

Stardate August 18, 2010

I spend alot of my time right now listening to or reciting nursery rhymes. In fact, considering my eldest is now 19 and I'm still at it, well let's just say I've spent some time thinking about this.

I do understand that some of them have history behind them, for example, Ring a ring a rosie is about the bubonic plague, but really some of them are just downright disturbing!

A few years ago poor old Noddy and his mates had to have their lives overhauled due to various issues relating to political correctness. Baa Baa Black Sheep became Baa Baa Rainbow Sheep- even though there's no such thing as a rainbow sheep. But what about these other songs and rhymes that are sung to babies and small children on a daily basis across the world?

What about poor old Humpty Dumpty? All the king's horses and all the king's men couldn't put Humpty together again...though I don't fully understand the role of a horse when performing microsurgery myself. So in short, Humpty fell off a wall and died.

Sing a Song of Sixpence, a pocket full of rye. Four and twenty blackbirds baked in a pie. When the pie was opened the birds began to sing...What? They were alive when they were put into the pie? To get a decent crust on a pie it would need to be at about two hundred degrees for at least twenty minutes- not that i'm a cooking expert-but it would be fair to say that the pie- and the birds- would have been in the oven for a good while at a decent heat.

Jack and Jill went up the hill...Jack fell down and broke his crown. That would be his HEAD!!! Not his ankle, not his wrist, not a metacarpel, but his head. Nice one.

Poor old eency weency spider was subject to drowning every time it rained, because he either hit his head so hard the first time it affected his memory...or maybe spiders have the memory of a goldfish. And whilst on the topic of spiders, poor arachnophobic Little Miss Muffet has to put up with the pesky spider whenever she tries to eat her lunch.
Where are the RSPCA in all this? I'm actually surpised that PETA and its associated loonies haven't picked up on these.

Some of them it's not so much the cruely to animals, but the encouraging of not so good behaviour. Diddle, Diddle Dumpling my son John, went to bed with his stockings on. One shoe off, and one shoe on...sounds like old John's had a big night. How many of us have woken up in that predicament after a night out on the town?

What about the poor baby in the cradle in Rock a Bye Baby? Seriously who leaves their baby in a cradle in the top of a tree that's not stable? Anyone got the DOC's phone number? Oh and we might as well tell them about Georgie Porgie who kisses girls and makes them cry but runs away when the boys come out. There's something going on at home there.

And don't get me started on Hey Diddle Diddle. Whoever wrote that was taking some seriously good cold and flu tablets.

Is it any wonder some people are so mixed up?

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

My Chidcare Quandary

Stardate Wednesday August 11, 2010

Gee entropy, quandary, 2 big words in as many days..........

So often when the topic of finding childcare is raised, people will tell you that they had to put their child's name on a waiting list- or multiple waiting lists- as soon as conception was confirmed.

Though I do vaguely remember someone on the news (or was it A Current Affair?) this year telling us that we're all mad and that there is no shortage of places at all. Maybe we should all be prepared to go the extra mile- or ten- to put our children into the available places.

Hmmm, what to believe?

Well I put my twins (now 20 months) on a childcare centre list. Don't ask me when, I just know that I did. (The plan was to have A baby, have a year at home then find a job, but  the best laid plans...).

Well, the childcare centre rang a couple of weeks ago to say that some places had become available for the terrible two.

Now this was quite convenient as I had just started working, in a very part-time position. however at the time of the phone call I was trying to develop an hour-long Power Point presentation, so my reposnse was "I'll take a day!!"

Their first day was meant to be last week, but they were both sick... probably caught it when we went to have a look the week before. So I all ready have a bill and my highly productive day didn't eventuate.

Now, as I have basically created my presentation all I need to now is present it. The sessions, however,  will be happening in the evening, when the childcare centre is shut.

So now I'm in a quandary. I can't afford to use childcare if I'm not working, but what if I give it up and then get a job?

Decisions, decisions.

Monday, August 9, 2010

The Fish

Oh, and while I think about it...check out fish at the top of the screen!

Move your mouse around near them and they chase you.

Click your mouse and you'll drop some food for them.

I know, I know....small minds, but hey, whatever works :)

Bank Fees

How does a bank justify charging a $16.50 'Transfer Rejection Fee?

It's not like someone had to run back and forth between the banks to try to deposit the money!!!

Now I'll probably get a letter in a couple of days telling me that my account is overdrawn by about...oh ...let me see...$16.50. And that will cost another $20!!!!