Monday, April 28, 2008
Sunday, April 27, 2008
I'm so needy. I want every one to like me, at the same time I'm so shy. I'm scared that people might not like me. I know this is normal so I 'm not looking for a moral boost. I'm just putting it out there.
This next bit is hard to explain if I was good at analogies I would probably use one...here. I want everyone I know to be my blog friend so that I can have a Friends Blogs roll over on the side that was as big as my family one. BUT I don't want to tell any one I know about my blog just in case they think I'm weird/pretentious/self centred/crazy to name a few possibilities.
Thank you Kris for saying hello to me today. You are my new BF (blog friend).
Friday, April 25, 2008
People talk about the ANZAC spirit as though it's something you can learn. It's not. It's just something that you are. It's a little something like this. Taking pride in who you are yet not being prideful. It's pitching in for people you don't know/barely know/have known all your life without question. You can't make it a law or a question in a test. When you see it you'll know it.
Monday, April 21, 2008
if dreams were to come true there would be dragons in my bedroom.
Friday, April 18, 2008
"I want to clean my bathroom and toilet once a week but I will only do it when one of the boys wees on the floor/toilet/wall or I want to go for a bath." "I will feel bad and apologise to my children after I have snapped at them mostly because they aren't the ones I am mostly mad at."
You see I am not accountable to anyone else for most of these things. for the kids and the toilet Mick should probably hold me accountable but he doesn't complain so it's all about me. I want to be a better person because that is what I have been taught to want, so it is what I want. Right from the beginning we have known that this time has been given to us to improve on our natural state. I need to go back to using the resources God has given me. I have learnt about goal setting. Making goal statements should be measurable and abservable and should come with objectives in order to reach that goal.
GOAL: "I will not eat fast food for two weeks."
Objectives: I will eat 3 meals each day.
I will carry a bottle of water when I leave the house.
I will buy suitable snack food to take in the car.
I will make a sandwich for each of the boys if we are out and not going to be home for lunch.
And for some other things, I just need to be obedient. It's what I expect from my children. I should expect no less from myself.
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
(Gus is allergic to mozzie bites)
1) Oh, sor-ry (short oh then sorry sung high note low note)
2) That's..not..fay-ar (.. short pause between words)
3) Game..over (said when told off for messing up a perfectly nice game)
4) Okay..Goodbye (Spoken in a cheery voice after he has listened to my lecture on not scratching/not smacking/not sharing. Then he leaves without remorse)
5) Ah, data-one (that one) Disa-one (this one)
6) Updabove d'world so high (Zac thaught him data-one)
and my personal favourite
7) Eat..my..bubbles (yelled over his shoulder as he is running away from me)
Clogie and Polody are Mick and my Risk names
Popcorn Raindrop is Erin's antenatal name.
There is always a new made up name for the made up games we play.
Apparently moon rhymes with floon
cheese rhymes with bideese
floor rhymes with tor
me rhymes with meme
emo has the same sound as amo
momat has the same sound as mopap
meno has the same sound as menut
neat has the same sound as nit
Technically he is correct. But I daren't tell him about the nonsense of the words as I fear he already knows. Then I fear that he wont play word games with me any more because I'll just get all grown-up about it.
Monday, April 14, 2008
There were many times when we were kids that mum and dad didn't have a working camera so there are some gaps. This will probably make me more likely to over compensate by taking too many picture of my family.Though at least I delete the really bad out of focus ones. I dont delete any of the photos Zac and Gus have taken.
I have just started. 5 photos were scaned and even as I write this the scan programme encountered a problem and seized. My resolve has already begun to be tested.
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Mum this one's for you.
I am hanging out to go to singapore. No more grainy video's on my digital camera, or analogue video's that I have to (one day) convert to digital because if I get nothing else I will get a fancy new video camera. Sorry family no presents for you.
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
We ate outside to night picnic style because while we were playing outside tonight Zac suggested we eat on the grass. I was relieved to acquiesce to his brilliant suggestion as it meant three things. 1. We would enjoy the out doors a bit longer. 2. I could get away with making sandwiches for dinner. 3. I didn't have to tidy the table. Two days ago my kitchen table was spotlessly uncluttered. Two days later it is cluttered again. I'm sure it would take me less than 5 mins to fix it. The reason why I know this is it's just a table and this morning it took me (and the boys) 15 mins to restore order to the play room and that looked like Zackie said, "We had toy fireworks in here. Peuw! Fwaw!" I was dreading that job but once I turned the timer on I just got on and did it.
I find I tidy more efficiently with the timer. I set it for ten minutes at a time and I know that even if I set it again at the end, this too shall pass. I go back to work 5 days in a month and I feel like I have to step up and cultivate good habits while the pressure is off. If not I could seriously be at risk of a home management breakdown. Mick and my standards aren't too high - clean clothes (only ironed on Sunday, if I have too), clean dishes and full bellies. However happy I am with the relaxed attitude I have to home management it would seem that these standards are too low for some of my ex-neighbours.
When Mick and I got married I moved into his bachelor pad. It became the married couples nest, unfortunately it also became the nest of a large domestic rat. He came to live in our front bushes and didn't bother us so we didn't bother him. However a nosey neighbour in the unit complex had taken note of the washing pile and discarded pizza boxes on the table upon a singular visit to my front door and added that judgement to the horror of a white rat moving boldly around our driveway and courtyard. She obviously took exception to my standards and one day when she thought we were not home she brought a "friend" into our courtyard and bestowed upon said friend her judgment of me. Unbeknowst to her I was sick and had not gone out with Mick as I usually would on a Sunday morning. So I was sitting in my loungeroom not 2 meters away. When I heard the talking I stood at the closed front door to hear her opinions. I became increasingly upset and felt unable to bring my prescense to her attention. So I called in the cavalry. By the time Mick got home our neighbour was in her yard. I just wanted Mick to pick me up so we could go to a mates house. Instead when I got in the car he got out. He had obviiusly put on his shining armour that morning because he fought the beast for me. He told her if she had anything to say about his wife she had better come to him or shut up. Aww. Not long after that Ratty left. But not before I learnt that my love would face all manner of foul beast for his love.
But I digress. Tonight we had a lovely Autumn picnic with fairy bread, hot chips and M&M's. I love my life. I love the country that I live in and I am grateful to Heavenly Father for the peace freedom and safety I feel here. I pray that others here and in foreign lands may feel this too.