Thursday, August 25, 2011

Super quick and not dodgy fathers day gift ideas!

Father's day is looming.

I am usually the most unorganised person when it comes to gift buying, I make the day before dash and grab whatever I can find.

This year however, I'm feeling good, with all the move prep, it has forced me to get organised!

Awaiting next Sunday we have:
  • Some kind of gardening/recipe book regarding having an edible garden

  • A super cute framed word scroll using words that the kids chose that relate to their daddy, including cheeky monkey, and cool! (he will love reading that word in there!) You can create your own and print it out at Wordle

  • I am awaiting a hand stamped key ring, that will have we {heart} daddy, followed by {heart} then each childs name on the sides. You can get your own at Stamped-on.

  • Personalised totally cute cards that we made over at Mooo

All super easy, no need to leave home gift idea's, that dad will love! Or at least I hope he will!

For some more super awesome Fathers Day gift ideas head to www.mypigeonpair.com

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and start to fill it with golf balls.

He then asked the students if the jar was full.
They agreed that it was.

The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured it into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls.

He then asked the students again if the jar was full.
They agreed it was.

The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else

He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded
With an unanimous 'yes.'

The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the empty space between the sand.
The students laughed.

'Now,' said the professor, as the laughter subsided, 'I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life.

The golf balls are the important things - Family, children, health, friends, and favorite passions Things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full.

The pebbles are the things that matter like your job, house, and car.

The sand is everything else --
The small stuff.

'If you put the sand into the jar first,' he continued, 'there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life.

If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, You will never have room for the things that are important to you.

So...

Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your partner out to dinner.

There will always be time to clean the house and fix the dripping tap.

'Take care of the golf balls first -- The things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand.'

One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee represented.

The professor smiled. 'I'm glad you asked'.

It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a couple of cups of coffee with a friend

Confession: I murdered Ernie. May he RIP.

It's been a hectic few weeks here in Laura Land.

The move is getting closer.

And thank you God for that, because this damn mouse plague is getting worse!

I thought I would tackle the kids room the other day. They have an interconnecting wardrobe, Mousie, Wommy and Schnorbie, and due to a severe lack of storage in this house and  for the sake of us ever getting any sleep we filled it with crap super important stuff that had to be kept but had no home yet, and put the book shelves on either side.

Last week was the first time in 2 years that I opened that cupboard back up.

Looking through the boxes was like finding treasure! Memories of a house with 5 bedrooms where all these now packed away jewels had a place.

Schnorbies gorgeous uber girlie things that she couldn't have out here because she shared a room with a pesky baby brother. And as you know, pesky baby brothers and beautiful breakable things just don't mix. To save the tears and heart ache, they stayed in the boxes they arrived here in.

I was getting so excited going through them, doing happy dances, singing, all that shit, because while the mice have ruined pretty much the rest of my life, they hadn't seemed to have found the treasure boxes!

Then I opened the last box. The one on the bottom of the pile.

Oh man, the stench!

At this point I would like to say that I didn't open the box because the smell was too bad, and being the clever person that I am, I simply got rid of it.

But I think that part of my clever is again lost somewhere with my algebra brain. Where all the clever things go.

So I opened it. To see what I was about to lose, or what I could salvage.

I kid you not, in that box amongst the barbies with now matted hair, and the ken doll that took us so long to find in the shops, and the teddy bear that Schnorbies GREAT grandfather gave her the day she was born, was at least 15 mice. Dead. Stinking. Mice.

I took the box straight down the back to the fire drum that I had prepared earlier, all gloved up, and started throwing. The clever part of my brain would have just thrown the box in without looking at the rest of it's contents. But again, it's with Algebra.

So I stood there. Throwing in mouse ridden item after mouse ridden item.

Then I found Ernie.

Ernie was given the my babiest sister when she was little. She is now 17. He talks and sings and snores, and used to scare the shit out of us in the middle of the night when he would randomly start singing twinkle little star. In fact, I do think he may have been possessed.

Anyway, I kinda loved him, and when babiest sister grew up a little, I stole him for Schnorb.

To see him laying there like that, eaten alive... I have no words.

With much sadness, I threw him into the fire bucket. Feeling like all my childhood memories with my sisters was about to go up in smoke. Does anyone else hold their memories in an object or am I the only loopy one?

As he landed he decided to really rub it in, and bring out his finest quote, so through the smoke and flames I hear the little sesame street voice say 'I feel great'.

Way to make me feel like a murderer Ernie!

I called my best friend in tears. Looking for much needed sympathy. He didn't get it. And was really lacking in the sympathy part. He had never lost any of his pal's, and was more of a transformers kinda dude anyway, so didn't understand the sheer heartache of losing a Sesame Street mate.

I bumbled my way back to the house, through tears and sobs, and thought about the best way I could break this sad news to my family. The death of a loved one is never easy after all. Appropriately I chose Facebook. They were Devo'd.


I feel OK talking about this now that I have done my grieving. Am no longer mourning and am out of wearing black.  I know it's going to be hard for a little while yet, but I am trying to focus on the good times we had together, and reminding myself that it was the kindest thing I could have done for him. A true act of friendship.

Thursday, August 4, 2011

First World Problem. Packing Edition.

Whilst packing, the question has arisen :

WHERE THE HELL DID ALL THIS STUFF COME FROM?

I know, 1st world problem, right?

So here they are my 1st world whinges... in regards to packing.

: Where the hell did all these hooded towels come from? I surely didn't buy more than two. So how did we end up with over 10? I only have 3 kids! The next person that buys my kids a hooded beach towel will find it shoved somewhere unpleasant, which isn't my current mouse infested lined press!

: On the note of hooded towels, where the hell did the rest of these 30 odd beach towels come from? We live 8 hours from the beach!

: The whole recycling thing around here has killed my ability to pack. I can longer freely get cardboard boxes as people are taking their groceries home in them!

: Thank you mouse plague and above grocery buyers for making me have to spend $15 PER giant plastic tub just to pack into! My hooded towel collection takes up one itself!

: How many wine/champagne/beer glasses does a person really need? Seriously. 

: Anyone wanna buy a pony? Cos she ain't coming to town!  Comes with horse float, all tack, and attitude included!

A smile not a smirk, and a little PMSL.

Yesterday was the crappiest day in the history of my week!

It was a PMSL kinda day. You know, pre-menstrual syndrome Laura.

I always get a bad case of it. I have heard there is medication for this. I think I am a candidate. And I have The Farmer to back this up. Poor poor man. I really do feel for him and give him a huge High 5 for riding the crimson wave like a pro surfer, and knowing that it won't last forever.

Yesterday my fingers swelled to the point that they were red and itchy and I couldn't close my hand! Somewhere along the way my fingers had morphed into fat into little sausages, and they looked gross! I was not happy.

But today, after I finally managed to get up after a long struggle to open my eyes,(made much better by the gorgeous sunrise I witnessed) and drank truck loads of coffee, and got Schnorbie off to the bus, accompanied by her very protective brother who walks her to the gate all body guard like, and waits for her to board the bus, and waves as she leaves like she is heading off an international flight before heading home, somewhere after all of this, my day got better.

Wommy walked through the gate with a big smile on his face.
"Mum, I have something for you" he said in the sweetest little voice he could muster that instantly melts your heart.
From behind his back he produced the most beautiful bunch of weeds that I ever did see! Bless him.

Once I finished gushing over the giant bunch of weeds that are now in a vase in the kitchen, he smiled again, and exclaimed " I have something else for you".

Wow, it's my lucky day, a giant bunch of hand -picked-full-of-love weeds and there is still MORE!

He threw his hands into his pockets, rummaged around for a bit, and pulled out 5 of the best rocks he had seen on his 200 metre journey!

He sure knows how to melt my heart.

So in true PMSL style, I cried. Which is better than literally crying over spilt milk like I did yesterday.

I phoned one of my bestest friends, and explained all of the above, between sobs.

And he simply told me "Laura, the world is smiling at you today".

And he is right. Today the world is smiling at me. 

Either that or it's making up for the fact that it turned my fingers into fat sausages last night.

But I'm going to go with smiling.

I hope the world is smiling at you today too. And if it isn't, get up early tomorrow and watch the sunrise, you can't miss the smile then. :)

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

And the truth comes out, thank you census.

So, the census lady dropped our census pack off the other day.

And I am just a touch, ok really really devestated.
As if it wasn't enough that Mousie's birth certificate say's she is from Bogan Gate for LIFE, now, the census is going to register us as official BOGAN'S!

We dont move for a few more weeks. Maybe a week after census night.

Insert my tears here

Living here comes with it's own set of issues. 
Whenever I order anything online, they always think I'm making a joke when I put my postal address in. To make it worse, I don't have a street address or number, simply a property name. I constantly get email after email asking me to check my postal address.

And, we only get mail 3 x a week. Which drives me nuts.

We are about 20km's from Bogan. And rarely go there. Actually I only go there when people send me parcels because my stupid posty man is a pig, and refuses to bring them to me. And I don't say pig lightly. He almost T-boned me one day! Over mail box placement!

It does have a school, a population of maybe 100, a pub, and a railway station. That's about it.
And no, my kids dont go to Bogan Public :)

Anyway, I just wanted to share this with you today, because people so often think I am just being funny. Sadly I'm not. It exists. This is photographic proof. And I live here. Meh.


Tuesday, August 2, 2011

My Diamonds

I been inspired! A post all about finding the diamonds in your week. Such a great idea, and a great way to remember that amongst all the crap that can be thrown at you, there is still diamonds amongst the rough of the week that was.

So today I am jumping on board and following Mum-ments with her My Diamonds idea.

Most of my diamonds haven't been too hard to spot lately.

We sold the 'other' house and got all cashed up!

We signed the contract in the new house! YAY!

This also means the start to packing, which in itself isn't that great, but it means a good chance to clear out some crap, and get a little more organised! Or at least, that's the intention.

I was surprised by The Farmer with a gorgeous, new, limited edition DSLR. Bless him! It is my new love, and can now be found with lenses permanently protruding from my head.

We now own the truck! By truck I mean giant Toyota Prado. When you are as short as me, it's like driving a Semi!

My baby girl has been peer voted Class Captain for the term! A super achievement!


Through all of the rubbish that the week had presented me with, I must say, I am loving thinking about the diamonds.
Thank you Mum-Ments!