This post is where I reflect on posting once a week for @52blogs. I have not blogged every week but I have certainly tried and I have indeed caught up since beginning the blog every day of June challenge.
The 52 posts challenge is a nice easy challenge compared to blogging every day and even though I have lapsed now and again, it has been inspiring to get a topic each week to write to. It makes me think about how to write to the theme based on my week’s experience or if I’m feeling creative then how to write to the theme based on my imagination. To do either requires that I switch off from my daily routine and focus all my thoughts on writing a post.
Some posts have been weak or short or both and I’m not “bovered” really as that’s how I was feeling at the time. I usually do not have spare time to write during the day so when I write my posts, it is usually quite late in the evening and at that stage of the game, rest assured that my head is at a brain fart level.
I never take the time to read through old posts and I am thinking that I will do so at the end of each year. I would like to read back and see which posts stand out to me and which ones I cringe at due to being so tired that I just typed some words as fast as I can just to get through my challenges. Life will get along just fine without me blogging but I enjoy putting some of my thoughts in this blog as it’s a fun hobby that I would love my kids to read one day to see that we all have our good days, our off days, our days where we write like geniuses and our days where we can’t even write more than one silly sentence. Who cares? I am not a professional writer, I just enjoy writing.
This post for some reason just reminded me of a typewriter – I used to love using my mum’s old typewriter:
I love a multicultural society and I love the way we reflect multiculturalism so well sometimes. I turned up for Miss7′s dance class the other day and I sat on the couch in between two other mums. I was speaking french to my little miss while the mum on my left was speaking Spanish to her daughter and the mum on to my right was speaking Italian to hers. At one stage we all froze and exchanged knowing looks and smiled.
Each of us mums have an accent – me not so much compared to the other two as I have been here the longest but it is just beautiful to see our daughters speak English without any accent at all and yet be able to also speak a second language fluently and beautifully.
Growing up in high school, my group of friends consisted of one Ethiopian, one Spanish, one mixed salad of Malaysian,Russian and Australian, one Polish and one Mauritian. We are still all friends and I think what we still appreciate most from each other is the food we used to have at each other’s houses. You always want what you don’t have
Watching Eurovision is another demonstration of our multicultural world – it made me realise just how many countries I haven’t seen and a few I never knew existed. I went out to dinner with some friends last week and we took a group photo and when I looked back on it later, I was thrilled to notice such a diverse group of girls ranging from different ages to different backgrounds who still managed to find similarities and form some great friendships.
I feel so completely lucky to live here!
Had the luxury of attending a special make up event. A friend invited me and we weren’t quite sure what to expect as we hadn’t been to one before. We had imagined an hour of demonstration followed by a half hour or pushy sales? We could not have been more wrong. We arrived and there was a barrista to serve you coffee on arrival with beautiful flourless orange cake. Then on another table there were little sandwiches and a few other hors d’oeuvres with champagne, bottled water and cupcakes etc … the choice was endless and you could help yourself as often as you wanted.
The demonstration was quite interactive so even though it lasted about 2 hours, it only felt like a half hour. During the demo, you could ask questions of other staff walking around or try different shades of whatever you wanted. You could then put your name down on the list for a makeover. We thought: what the hell! Let’s treat ourselves! Unfortunately it was going to take quite a while as we were numbers 9 and 10 on the list and each person’s makeover would take about half an hour. We made the most of our time available and went for a shop and lunch before returning for our make up session.
It still amazes me how applying make up is such an art and still can change so much in just a few years. I learnt quite a few very useful tips especially on everyday natural make up and if you are short on time, how to convert it into evening make up very quickly. These days I need as many tips and tricks on how to save time!
Anyway here was the result of the makeover which I was quite content with. A little heavier than what I normally do … but I scored lots of free stuff with no obligations to purchase and no pushy sales staff too. Yes I bought something
For seafood lovers there is something quite special about a huge seafood platter being presented before you to share with one of your favourite people. I much prefer grilled seafood platters but you don’t always get a choice. Anyway I was recently treated to the seafood platter above which was accompanied by two cocktails and a bottle of wine for a very affordable price. The cocktails could not really be defined as such – more like tangy lolly drinks with some ice and a touch of alcohol but nonetheless free. My dinner partner was a fantastic person to share a platter with as we like similar things but also we complement each other well. For instance, he had the oysters kilpatrick while I had all the freshly shucked oysters. Dinner friend and I devoured the chilli mussels but I have to say his chilli mussels are way way way better. Hmm must suggest dinner at said friend’s place very very soon
I have acquired a work of art for my office and I am so thrilled. It does not belong to me but I get to see it everyday and that’s all that matters. I get to admire something beautiful and inspirational any time I like. In the photo it looks like I am leaning on it but I’m not. I have too much respect and admiration for this painting. I am far from being an art connaisseur but I know what I like and I know what makes me happy. There’s something about it that induces thought especially the creative type which I do not do enough of.
Day 5 was a very long day with a 6am start and only getting home about 10.30pm. Started off with a work colleague, who had been away for a few days, coming back and handing me a huge jar of pink grapefruit marmalade – there’s my breakfast for the next few months – so lovely. Then there was a very long meeting which went over lunch so I ordered the lunch special – Thai Green curry and I thought it would come out in a plain bowl with some steamed rice but this is what I got:
Spent the afternoon working away and at one stage I thought there would be no way I would survive the rest of the day but thanks to one colleague for offering to buy me a coffee and to @slightlylibrary for producing me with some ibuprofen, I was positively buzzing by the time I left work so I ended up meeting a couple of friends for dinner in the city as I had an important meeting after dinner close by. The outing was fabulous and just what I needed – great great great company thanks to @kym_andrews and @kellymhall and some delicious dishes to share along with our giggles.
Goat thingies (sorry too tired to remember precise name)
Desserts (panna cotta, choc fondant and white chocolate cheesecake)
I had to rush dinner so I could make the meeting on time and I am so thankful to have understanding friends who did not mind at all – or they couldn’t wait to get rid of me either way it worked LOL I learned lots from my meeting tonight which I hope to put into place with the kiddies especially the little one in order to improve his bilingualism.
We are at day 4 and I am already stuck on what to write for this #blogjune challenge. I knew this moment would come but I had thought I would have at least done half the month before reaching this point of mental block.
Should I write about Game of Thrones S03E09 ? No … everyone has been writing enough about it all day on Facebook and Twitter. Here are some interesting links: http://i.imgur.com/p7JN6jH.gif
This is a very funny video:
Should I write about #masterchefau where I think the calibre of the contestants is not half as good as previous years and I am fast losing interest unless it begins to pick up soon.
Hmm maybe I should write about the head lice and pertussis we have been warned about at the kids’ school which almost sent me into hibernation.
I could also write about the fact that I’m so tired I should be in bed right now … oh look I’ve written some kind of post … yay! bedtime Off to go read Kylie Ladd‘s Into My Arms – YES I’m reading again woohoo
Today was the first day where I finished work and felt like I was finally on top of all aspects of my work. And it was a lovely lovely feeling of accomplishment. I feel like Friday last week and today were my two most productive days EVER (in this job)!! You always get things done but only on the odd occasion do you get that sense of utter satisfaction. I came home and didn’t think about work – great feeling. Being productive and getting stuff done makes me feel on top of the world. *fist pump* The last time I felt like this, I was driving a rally car late last year. It was just as exhilarating being in the car with a professional driver too – I think my smile in this photo gives my excitement away.
Being a public holiday today, I had initially decided to leave work at a very reasonable time and go walking by the beach with hubby and the kids but when the afternoon came, I realised that I still wasn’t quite up to a walk just yet after the latest hospital stay. “Allow your body to heal completely” I thought to myself and it ended up being the best decision I could have made today. I still had enough time to play with the kids and be wife and mum and chill.
Now I’m blogging while catching up on my tv recordings #masterchefau and #theblock and I can hear my bed beckoning me.
6am – everybody up!!!
Yes even on holidays, kids wake up early – it doesn’t matter what day it is to them, weekday, weekend, public holiday, winter, summer, any day, everyday wake up same time, even if you are dying with pain they still wake up early – 6am.
6.30 – OMG They are starving – they have to have breakfast NOW or you never hear the end of it and you feel like you are torturing your children.
7am – get out of bed – mayday we are running late for swimming lessons – get Child1 ready, get Child2 ready – this takes longer than you think, have quick shower, get ready yourself and get everyone in the car.
8am – swimming lessons – Child1 in class so you have to get in the pool with Child2 so as to avoid any drownings.
8.30am – run to the car with towels wrapped around us since we hate public toilets and bathrooms due to Mum’s unreasonable and irrational hate for public bathrooms.
9am – hot showers for all – everybody snack time … warm milk and a banana
9.30am – back in the car – we have a playdate!!!
10am – activity started – activity lasts 2 hours – STOP it to Child2 – Good girl Child1, Good work Child2, Child1 stop running around please and focus on your activity.
12pm – time to go grab some lunch
12.15 – arrive at HJs and order lunch while all kids play on the playground … walk through HJS and feel the floor sticky and dirty ew ew ew
1pm – lunch finished – we head back home
1.30pm – HOME – everybody back to showers due to HJs sticky floors.
2pm – everyone on the couch – let’s watch a family movie – Beethoven! Yay! Organic unsalted and butter free popcorn and cup of ribena.
3.30pm – snack time – some fruit of some sort while we do a craft – playdough
4.30pm – mum starts getting dinner ready so kiddies ABC2 while preparation occurs
5.30pm – dinner!!!!! Yay!!!
6pm – Daddy’s home – play with our best friend in the whole world – ignore mother as much as possible
7pm – read book and bedtime for kiddies – dinner for grown ups and an hour later bedtime for mother
I used to be addicted to coffee – I would have 4-5 cups a day not necessarily to get me through the day. I simply enjoyed the taste! I had easy access to a kitchen and I could have as many as I liked so why not? This all changed when I was planning to get pregnant of course. I stopped about 3 months before falling pregnant and I stayed off caffeine until after I finished breastfeeding our first child. I will never forget going to a coffee shop in Subiaco and ordering a skinny decaf half shot coffee and the Barrista looking at me strangely said,: No really! What’s the point?” At the time I thought she was quite rude but now I think back and laugh at it.
I went back to coffee eventually and at that time I felt I desperately needed the caffeine to get through the days where there had been sleepless nights. Then it was time to plan for our second child so again I came off the caffeine until after I finished breastfeeding said child. I was looking through some of our photos the other day and I still can’t get my head around how I survived those days. One of the photos was me breastfeeding my newborn and Miss3 napping on my lap. If someone were to tell me I did that, I would say: No way! That’s impossible … but there is photographic evidence and I still look at it in complete disbelief. There must be a special thing in your brain that clicks and helps you get through those tough situations.
Anyway back to the coffee – When my little man was about a year old I started drinking coffee again – I love my percolated coffee so that’s all I drank for quite some time and then I discovered a nespresso machine and nespresso pods thanks to Kate, Jo and Teresa on twitter – well let’s just say that my coffee experience was never going to be the same again. I love my nespresso pods and they were the highlight of a recent trip when I walked into the hotel room and noticed that I could have unlimited nespresso pods during my entire stay. HURRAH!