Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Wordless Wednesday | It looks worse than it is.

Its another rainy day, another inside day. Don't these days just drive you utterly mad sometimes?





It has taken forever to get to this...






Because, Cherries are pretty tiny. And even smaller once you take the seed out.




Today I have learn't that it takes a lot of cherries to make a pie.

And that it makes your kitchen look like a crime scene.

But I will get over it tonight, when I am eating it!


Linking up with My Little Drummer Boys

Saturday, November 26, 2011

Cauliflowers : The first instalment


Kids say the funniest things.

My little Wommy often comes out with some hilarious stuff, and today was no exception.

After a crazy morning of a million phone calls trying to find a trampoline within a 400km radius of our house, I finally succeeded.


(more on that later.... maybe)


***

After the crazy long trip, with 3 kids on tow, who had not had a nap, who were going fighting and screaming and trying to take seat belts off, and playing with the electric windows, and trying to open the doors, not to mention the hidden trampoline in the back, I was starting to think that jumping out the door myself was a perfect idea!


Then I tuned back into the kids in the back, as the crazy sounds had subsided, and I was getting worried.

What I tuned into was Wommy, telling the girls to shhhhh because he had a story to tell them.


This is going to be good, I thought. The kids has an imagination like nothing I have ever met before.
And he didn't let me down.

In fact, it was so good that I don't remember/ didn't hear much past the opening line.


"Once upon a time..... There was a cauliflower"....


That was it. I was gone at that line.

I love it!


I think he went on the eventually get up, but I will get back to you on that.



Stay tuned for the second instalment!




Have your kids told you anything lately that has made you belly laugh? 

Friday, November 25, 2011

A Handmade Christmas after the world takes on Laura


Man am I glad its Friday!

It's been one of those weeks.

Should have stayed in bed all bed and let the utter shit wash straight over me. Yeah that.


But, anyway... In true Laura style, rather than dwell apon the fact that we are currently skint thanks to a bank hacker, and that I have way too many crazies in my family, I am going to dance in the rain rather than cry because it's pouring. (And funnily enough, in metaphor and in not, its damn wet here!).


Due to our new found financial situation, and the shitty weather that has turned my driveway into a lake, and the awesomeness that is pupil free days on a Monday, I am pulling out the craft boxes. Or at least a couple of the 15, 50 litre tubs of beautifulness in the forms of fabric, and buttons, and ribbon.

I have no plan what to make, so am going to jump head first into Pinterest to get some inspiration.



Perhaps I could make some of these to give to my loved ones? Yes, that is what you think it is. A vulva necklace. worst.etsy.find.ever.

The only problem with that is, it seems, that people like to wear their own bits on their necklace, and I'm not quite up to anyone sending me a photo so I can make a mould from it.







And I am totally using these gift cards!



To all of my family and friends, I apologise in advance. Please direct your present hatred to the dickhead that has purchased more movie tickets overnight than I have in my entire life, and made overseas purchases on who knows what,  and booked airfares that I could have used to get to me to #DPCON12!!! 

Oh and does anyone know why you need to pay Skype? Because they did that too.






Have an handmade gift idea that tops the one I have just found?

Please, do share. Your links are more than welcome in the comments.


You know what they say, 'Tis the silly season.



No vaginas were harmed in the making of this post.  




Brighten my week. Click here, then click over there and vote, and help get me into the top 25. Yep, I am using sob tactics. I will soon revert to blackmail. Dont let it come to that ;)



Tuesday, November 22, 2011

A letter to Mousie

Dear Meghyn May.

Happy second birthday baby doll.





I'm rather shocked that we have made it this far, to be honest, considering the severe lack of sleep we have had since your arrival. But I do like that have got to spend so much time together. In fact, its pretty much every moment of the day and night.


Seriously Mag, eyes open the moment you were born? We should have taken it as a sign of things to come. 


But it's OK. I get it.

Daddy always tells me you are JUST like me. A mini Laura. He is usually not being kind when he says this, you are generally in the middle of a tantrum. Over something ridiculous. Or because someone has said no to you.

But it's OK. I get that too.

Because you know what? As much as I will never admit it to anyone, I see so much of myself in you that I'm not sure if I should laugh at it or cry. We are two pea's in a pod Megs, and that's pretty cool. Even if you have inherited all of my argumentative, odd, eclectic, and head strong traits.



Don't ever stop smelling flowers. Or leaves. Whatever you makes you happy.


It means I know you will always stand up for what you believe in. And what you want. Even if it means arguing your case for 5 years. You will get it. Eventually.  It means that I know you will never be run of the mill, you will always be an individual, a leader not a follower, creating your own paths in life, and doing your own thing, because it makes you happy.

It also means that many people will never understand you, but those that do, will love you forever because of the person that you are.

I will love you forever, because of the person that you are. My mini me. My little Laura. My Megs. My Maggie. My Mousie. My Mooseguts.

My Meghyn May.

You light up my life. You add sparkle to my days.  You make me laugh, and make me cry. You have the most impeccable manners for someone of your size.



Watching you grow this past year has been a delight. Each day learning more and more.


Don't ever let that bright smile fade my darling.


Thank you for coming into our world. I am grateful for your presence each and every day.




I am looking forward to this next year with you My little Megs. Turning 2 brings such bright things to your life. So much to learn. And explore. So many smiles to be had.


I love you my darling girl.


Love Mummy.
xx



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Sunday, November 20, 2011

{Guest Post} A night in with kids? | Making it fun & easy

Make more time for this



And take a break from this



The lovely Laura and I have a few things in common. Trying to manage an active household while taking some quality time out is one of the biggest challenges most of us have on a regular basis. It's so silly when you think about it, we all sleep under the same roof and spend more time with each other than anyone else but yet booking in quality family time can sometime seem like an impossible task.

Why Family Time is SO good!

Every individual needs to feel part of something. A close family provides each individual with solidarity and reliance on each other. Children need to feel they belong, that they can rely on someone and feel safe.

Providing positive images of family behaviour and family values are instilled in children at a young age. Making family time fun and interactive can only ever have a positive effect.

Use this time for family discussions. Talking openly and honestly about feelings, problems, or subjects outside the home will make your children feel comfortable to approach you about almost anything.

Early evening activities are the best!

With Summer almost here and daylight savings providing us that extra and oh so nice hour of light and warmth you and the kids can spend some more quality time together doing early evening activities. Whether it's supporting you kids when they go to the tennis court, going to the park playground, a family cycling adventure, going for a family swim or spending some quality time playing a board game outside in the backyard, either way not having to worry or stress about shopping, creating and serving a meal for the family would be a huge relief. That's where the fine folk at Delivery Hero have you covered. Stick to the world’s favourite pizza takeaway or go for something a bit healthier like a Vietnamese dish or sushi. The most important thing about your family time is that you don’t spend time doing household tasks like cooking or cleaning. Put your feet up as a family, and enjoy a night-off together!

Thursday, November 17, 2011

{Speak Out} Kissing Frogs

Sometimes you have to do the hardest thing in the world in order to set yourself free. To set your soul free.

Sometimes, it is unthinkable.

And it is the hardest thing you will ever do. Even though you know it is the right thing to do. But at the same time it remains hard. Soul crushing, heart breaking hard.

But then, you soon realise, you can breathe. You can take a breath of fresh air, and fill your soul right back up. Fill yourself with life again.

No one, NO ONE on this earth has the right to take your soul away. To turn you into a shell, essentially dead, yet still breathing. Still alive, but not living.


Once apon a time, there was a little girl with blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes.

She had a beautiful castle at the back of her yard, with big red and white striped barber pole legs, a little verandah, and a garden bed with the tallest flowers in the world growing in it, reaching up to the sun.
She spent hours and hours playing in her castle, dreaming of her prince charming and awaiting his arrival.

This blonde haired blue eyed girl grew up. And met boys. Lovely lovely boys. Lovely boys who would fall over their feet to do anything she wanted.

But, as we know, the nice guys never the girl do they? What is it with that?

The blonde haired girl grew bored with the nice guys far to early, never appreciating what she had, could have, and would have.

Then she met this guy. Who seemed to be a nice guy too. And he was. For a while.

But then, as if overnight, someone cast a spell on him. Turned him into a fire breathing dragon, who locked the blonde haired blue eyed girl up in their house while he breathed his fiery breath all over her.

The house was nothing like her castle that she spent countless hours playing in. And he was not the prince charming that she dreamed of.
But he was there. When her whole world was falling apart he was still there. When she losing her mum, he was still there. He was a constant. Sadly, so was his attitude.

The girl with the blonde hair lost the sparkle in her eyes, and replaced it with sadness.

At first the world thought the girl wasn't coping with her mother being unwell. That she was rebelling. That she was a horrible horrible person. That she was nothing but a bitch.

Time went on. Some things change and some stay the same.

Then the world thought the girl wasn't coping with the loss of her mother, that she wasn't handling it as well she shoulda/coulda/woulda. But they didn't see. Couldn't see. That she was fighting another battle behind closed doors. A silent war, that she was not prepared to let anyone know about. And that no one noticed. She hid it too well.

The sad blonde haired girl, who was now sometimes carrying bald patches, and sometimes couldn't bear to open her blue eyes, to the reality, and in fear of tears falling from them for the world to see but not understand, fell into a lonely world. A world where no one could be trusted. A world where she was alone. A world where bad things happened, and good people let it.

One warm summers day, the angry dragon man took it a step it too far. The blonde haired girl had never seen blood fall from her face at the hands of another. She had endured everything else, all the things that were strategically done so that the everyday eye didn't see, but blood, falling her cut lip, into the bath tub, was the wake up call she needed. It provided her with strength that she didn't know she had.

She packed up the blonde haired baby, and with courage she didn't know she had, she told someone. She told someone that helped her more than she could ever have imagined. She told someone that showed her that the world wasn't what she thought it had been turned into. That she could still find her castle. And her prince charming will still come and rescue her.

And he did. 

You have to kiss a lot of frogs to find a prince. But no frog should ever treat his princess this way. And no princess should ever have to live through it.




Today, I am Speaking Out about domestic violence.
I have left out the gory details, mostly because I have worked too hard to put them behind me, to stop them defining me, to stop them being a barrier in my everyday. And because, well, I just really couldn't be bothered being dragged back down by them.
That's the thing with domestic violence. It stays with you forever. And post traumatic stress disorder is a bitch.  

I say NO to domestic violence, and I urge you to do the same.

If you see someone that needs help, SPEAK UP, so they can speak out. Too many people watch it happen, and do nothing about it.



Oh, and they all lived happily ever after.

















Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Wordless Wednesday {or not so wordless}


Todays Wordless Wednesday is brought to you by: Great Friends.

Two of our great friends were married recently, two of our babes were in the bridal party.
An amazing day, with amazing people, and amazing wine.



This shot is amazeballs. Makes me cry, really, every time I see it. Love that boy xx



My two, at the front, and their new friends. The 'big boy' looked after my little boy all day. It warmed my heart how grown up he made my Wommy feel. Such a lovely kid. And Schnorbie, gorgeous as always. Need I say more?






The bride and groom, and my Fam of 5. The farmer doing some strange mouth thing :/




My Goosey, after she pulled out her hair, and had done a few laps of the dance floor, and my Schnorbie and I, grooving, after a few wines.



And that my friends.... Is love.




I know this was meant to be wordless wednesday, but my words seem to overflow when it comes to pictures of my kids. Apologies.


Monday, November 14, 2011

Nuffnang Blog Awards, Here I come!

Dear Nuffnang.

I just checked my calender and it appears that I'm totally free on the 16th of December, which, funnily enough, is the same day that 500 totally awesome bloggers from the Asia Pacific are are heading to the Putrajay Marriott in Kuala Lumpur! (for all of you stalking, that didn't pass geography, that's in Malaysia), for the Nuffnang Asia-Pacific Blog Awards 2011!

I heard on the grapevine that they are all joining bloggy forces to honour the best in the blogosphere, and as I will not be being honoured, I would make a damn good honourer! Although, I do fully intend to pretend that I am there on super star / royalty status, you know, killer heels, dark sunglasses, schmoozing. All that Jazz. I do however promise not to trash the room!


Now, you have asked me to list my reasons for wanting to go to this awesome event, that is being sponsored by Volkswagen Malaysia and Putrajaya Marriott.
You actually asked for 3 reasons, and I'm not so sure I can narrow it down to just three.
Buy here they are, ranging from most extreme to least. Buckle up (like your in a herbie).

  • I was totally born for overseas travel and red carpet events. Not that I ever get to attend any red carpet events and have only ever travelled overseas once, for my honey moon, with kids in tow, but that's beside the point. I was born for it. And a girls gotta start somewhere!


  • The chance to be in a room with so much awesome talent (hello 500 bloggers!) fills me with excitement. The chance to meet people who's words often touch my heart, make me belly laugh and sometimes cry, is uber amazing, and I intend to get as close to each one as possible, in the hope that some of the awesomeness rubs off  -onto me of course.



  • Until recently, I have been a closet blogger. Not even The Farmer knew that I blogged, until I was offered a sponsored post from Nuffnang. I figured that I had better let him know before he started wondering the money came from. He still however has no idea what a blog is, (but likes when he gets a mention) and can't understand my love of twitter, or why we need to attend things like this when we can just tweet it. Men!  A trip to Malaysia will  show him. And totally shut his questioning mouth!


  • Did I mention that I am free on the 16th of December? And ooze rock star / Oscars appeal? mmmhhhmm.

  •  I could cross a few things off my 30 before 30 list, and it would also allow me to cross one of the things that was on my mum's bucket list that she didn't get to fulfil, that I am slowly trying to work my way through.


  • And the biggy - Nuffnang, I lived at Bogan Gate for 3 years (go on, google it, I am for real), and still live in the sticks where the dresses in my wardrobe would be met with funny stares if I was to ever wear them here. Please. Have mercy on me. GET ME OUT OF HERE!


Here is a little taste of Laura on location.


Here I am, sipping cocktails at the bar



And doing an excited little bed bounce. Either that or I have just woken, hence the hair.


And that is me, after I just jumped in the pool, probably after the above cocktails, or I have decided to do a really great impression of a whale.




See you there.

Love Love

Laura xx


Original image source - without the addition of my dodgy stick self.

Saturday, November 12, 2011

{review} Animal People by Charlotte Wood

This post is part of Product Talk, by Nuffnang

Last night I curled up into bed with my "smart technology", E reader/iPad/Kindle...

Doesn't have the same ring to it does it?

Lets try again.

Last night I curled up into bed with a book. A real life, paper pages, ink words book.

There is something comforting about reading a good book. The smell of the pages. A new book with the fresh crisp pages like clean linen, or a well loved book that you found amongst the dust in a second hand bookstore, with yellowing pages that have been turned many times before, and words that have had affairs with eyes before they met yours.

Drifting you away to another place, introducing you to people unknown.

Animal People by Charlotte Wood did just this for me.
With her amazing abundance of descriptive words I was instantly transported to urban life. I could almost feel the warmth. The film of sweat on my body.



Image from here

Animal People follows Stephen, a character from Wood's previous novel 'The Children' through a day. A single day filled with twists and turns that have you hanging at each corner.

The story of Stephen, with a goal for the day, to break up with his girlfriend, Fiona.

Throughout the course of the day, however, he finds himself doing some pretty major soul searching, without even knowing it.

I found Stephens human/animal comparisons fascinating, and truly loved exploring each layer of the story, of Stephen's thinking, as each element of his day, and himself, unfolded. It has left me wondering of my own 'animal people' status.

Charlotte Wood's love and passion that has been put into these characters leaves you knowing them, understanding them, connected to them in a way. I found myself really rooting for Fiona, hoping that Stephen would change his mind, not go through with the break up,  yet at the same time I was feeling really sorry for Stephen, especially when he shows completely other side of himself, the softness under his complexities.

The way the words are written, the story is weaved, is a true art, and I think it's a story that I could read many times, and still walk away with a different feeling. A different meaning. A new understanding of something that I missed before.

If you have not read 'The Children' don't be turned off Animal People. It is my first 'Wood' novel also, and I adored it!



And the best part?  You have a chance to adore it too! As I have a copy to give away!

All you need to do is leave a comment and make sure you have joined this site! Easy. However, if you want more entries join me on Facebook, and tweet about the comp.

Entries will be drawn by Random.org, or one of my blonde minions, sometime on the  23rd of November.


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Friday, November 11, 2011

The passing of a one horse town icon. May he Rest In Peace.

I strongly believe today should have been a public holiday in my former, one horse hometown.

An icon, from my childhood, was today laid to rest.

The man that made the best milkshakes in the world, and sold lollies by the cent.


Whilst I could not get back for the funeral, and say my goodbyes, here is my tribute to him.


Dear Bill,

I was saddened this week to hear of your passing, although I am sure it was a blessing. Seeing you in the hospital saddened me no end, and walking past the closed doors of your shop saddened me even more.

I wish my 2 youngest children could have experienced your gentle nature, as I and Schnorbie had, each time we walked past, or called in. Sometimes with carrot's from the vegie patch, sometimes for $1 worth of mixed lollies, and sometimes just to say hi.

I will always remember feeling so rebellious, by defying my parents and sitting 'on Bills step' when I knew I probably shouldn't have been. Although, I will add, that I was never a pain in the arse, and never spilled anything, and never made a mess, and never graffitied the door. I swear!

I think the saddest part of today is that such an iconic person, in that small town, is now gone.
Everyone knew you. Or had heard of you. Or was suggested that they stop in for a milkshake (which were DAMN good).
Every child had been bribed with a bag of mixed lollies at some point in their life.
Every daughter was told not to hang out on the step, like the undesirables.

Every person that has ever lived there, has a memory of you, from their childhood. Even my pop! And as Schnorbie say's, he was born back with the dinosaurs.

I guess, because you had always been there, and never seemed to age a day, we all took it for granted that it would stay that way. That you would always be there. Hanging your head out the door to say hi, or telling us to move along, or giving us a spare bike tyre when we got an unexpected flat.




One thing is for sure, you will always be the heart of that place.
You will never be forgotten.
Thank you.

RIP 

May your one cent lollies be in abundance, and the milk always icy.




The shop that never ever changed. The same signage is still on it today!





Thursday, November 10, 2011

It's just not Tuesday

I am writing this post while I am awake, at sleeping hours, but unable to sleep. On Tuesday.

Today has not been fun. It has not been grand. It has not been Tuesday.

Yesterday, after talking to the darling Pumpkin, who was totally pissed   a little upset, I made a decision to drive to her boarding school and take her out for coffee. Whats 100km's between sisters right?

I woke up and did not want to get out of bed. So I didn't. The farmer took schnorbie off to school and got Wommy and Mousie ready for the day.

At 9am, I decided it was time to make an appearance. Out of guilt more than anything.

I then decided I really didn't want to get dressed. So I didn't, and bummed around in my PJ's instead.

At lunch I contemplated getting dressed, knowing I would need to leave soon after. I still didn't.

Then we got a huge storm, and the power went out.

I should have taken all of this a sign. I usually listen to the universe, but today I didn't even notice it's voice.

I jumped in the shower, got dressed, was unable to do my hair because I had no power, so threw it up in a band and pulled off my best hobo look, and went on my merry way.

I got maybe half way to the many horse town.

I was on a stretch of serpentine road, when I came to a van in front of me, driving slow. Driving ALL OVER THE ROAD. It was busy today, really busy.

I slowed right down, keeping a good distance from this beat up car as it spent time on the wrong side of the road, so when the inevitable accident happened I had enough time to brake and not get caught up in it.

I watched, wondering if there was going to be a safe time to pass this car. Wondering what the hell the driving was thinking. Squinting into the car to see if maybe he was asleep.

I finally got to an overtaking lane. I was still a bit unsure about overtaking, all I really wanted to do was pull up on the side of the road and let this car get waaaaay ahead of me, but there was no where to stop.

I started to pull into the overtaking lane. Holding my breath. Keeping an eye still on the stupid van in front. As I came up beside it, he tried to side swipe me. Completely throwing his van into me. I hooked the wheel. I completely lost my bearings because I didn't even realise I was facing back the direction I came. I sat there, hands still on my steering wheel, shaking. Thanking god for my Pop always telling me to watch the other cars when your driving.

I heard yelling. LOUD. I looked out my window and there was a the van, in the middle of the road where it shouldn't have been. I could see the two occupants standing on the road. One of them coming towards me. Shouting. Carrying something.

When the car was driving in front of me, I could see something hanging out the passengers window, and couldn't work out what it was. Now I knew.

The man walking towards me was carrying a bloody shotgun!

Have you ever noticed the size of those things? They are huge. they are not pretty. they are scary as hell. I feel sorry for all the animals, the kangaroo's and rabbits that I even witnessed shot with one of these.

As if by magic. By sheer will. By a stroke of luck, or my guardian angel, a highway patrol car was travelling a few cars behind me, and saw the whole thing and had the lights and sirens blazing before I could even vomit. Which is all I wanted to do. And soon did.

Shock is a fucked up thing. Shaking uncontrollably, vomiting, ears popping, stomach cramps and uncontrollable bowel movements, did you know that even your finger nails change colour?

The police were wonderful, as they begged me to go to the hospital.
They checked over my car, and made sure I hadn't damaged anything while I was channeling my inner Fast and The Furious, and that my tires were still safe. They gave me juice. And they arrested to morons.

The funny thing is, at the time, I wasn't scared. Or maybe I was. I don't really remember.
What I do know is, that right now, its been the scariest day of my life.

Closing my eyes is scary.

One thing is for so sure,  I am going to go back to listening to the universe. I don't know why I chose not to today, when it was practically screaming at me.

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Saving myself from myself | A smokers journey

 

Sponsored by Nuffnang

My name is Laura and I am a smoker.

A smoker who is trying to quit. And man, is it hard.

It's not so much the cigarettes that are hard to quit, it's the breaking the habits that I have surrounding them.

I have a coffee, and I have a smoke.

I chat on the phone, and I have a smoke.

I get stressed, and I have a smoke. Or many.

The Farmer and I are on a quitting journey. He is much better at it than me. I think it's because he works. So doesn't have as much time to spend on the phone or drinking coffee, and probably isn't as addicted to those habits as I am.

We made a pact, when we bought the town house, that it was to be a non smoking area. So far this has failed. Que the stress related smoking.

BUT we have made some achievements on our quitting path, and are on the way to keeping our promise to ourselves, and really, its more of a promise to our children. We never want them to have to look after us, to care for us because we have Emphysema - best case scenario, or bury us because of a stupid lifestyle choice that we made. And that is the reality of it. A lifestyle choice that we have made that is slowly harming us, potentially killing us.

We have dramatically cut back. The Farmer can do the whole cold turkey thing. I simply cannot. But when I cannot, he cannot. Its a vicious cycle and has caused many an argument.

I come from a family of smokers. Sometimes I think it is in my genetics. But I know it's not.
I have watched many of them quit. And many of them try. And many of them fail.

I have friends who use the 'I know such and such and he smoked since he was 14 and it never killed him'.
He was lucky. And I bet he never knew the full potential of his body, because lets face it, it may not kill you, but it does have a dramatic impact on your health,and in turn, the people that love you.










Is it really worth it? I think not.

I am beating smoking, before smoking beats me.

Join me on the path to quitting. Visit the Quit website for some great resources, plans and advice. I love the 3 step plan. It shows you how much money you are wasting, and what's going into your lungs! And then helps you work out a plan. Or visit your GP. There are many ways to quit smoking, you just have to find the right one for you.


Now to find a way to break my habits. Be warned, they may be replaced with blogging. That wouldn't be so bad would it?

Thursday, November 3, 2011

The weekend is so close I can smell the Vodka!

Today I am filled with excitement and anxiety.

I am packing up the most important people in my life and sending them to visit to g'parents while I pack myself up to head off the big smoke.

Country Mouse visiting my city counterparts. It doesn't happen often.

This weekend I am pulling out my heels and pretty dresses and heading to Sydney for my first EVER concert. (Yep, I do live under a rock. really really) *By first I mean first that I choose to go to for myself, not because its a gift for someone else.

My best gay friend that isn't actually gay will be picking me up at some undisclosed time, and then we are meeting up with some other dudes, some of which I know, some of which I do not, and I am being Laura for a whole weekend.

A whole weekend of eating dinner as late as I want.

A whole weekend of getting out of bed when I please, and going to bed late because I wont be woken through the night and wont be woken in the morning!!

A whole weekend of having a big ol' bed all to myself!

A WHOLE freaking weekend to be nothing but Laura.

Laura who likes to sleep like a starfish and not get up before 9.
Laura who likes her music loud, her dinner late, her showers long, her coffee with half a sugar and lots of milk, her sheets untucked, her pillows fluffy, her feet over the side of the bed, her Vodka with juice and her drinks with laughs.

I am hoping to convince to my travel buddies that a trip to some markets is essential, and maybe hit up Jimmy Choo just to torture myself. Fingers crossed.

I am looking forward to catching up with this Laura. It's been too long. I hope she's still as fun as she used to be.

What are your Sydney suggestions for a Laura without kids? The only pre req is that they have a bar!