Tuesday, 15 April 2014

Do You Choose Clean Curtains or Passionate Sex?

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I have heard of sex being used as a crisis coping mechanism and I've seen plenty of movies where the bawling / distraught / frightened or grieving character falls into the arms of the closest breathing human and makes mad passionate love and afterwards peace is restored in their life

Personally I couldn't think of anything I would least feel like doing when I am mid crisis, but hey each to their own.

We all have our ways of coping and it seems that during the recent stress of my dad being unwell I have discovered that I indeed have my own coping mechanism... one I inherited from my mum.

We clean.

For reals.

The other night I rang my mum to check on how she was doing and the conversation went kind of like this;

"Hi Mum, I just wanted to check in and see how you are" I enquired gently as I reached for the bottle of dish washing liquid.

"I'm doing OK thanks love" came the slightly breathless but reassuring response from my mum.

"Have you eaten? What are you doing?" I asked as I furiously scrubbed at a dirty smudge on one of the kitchen cupboards before filling a bucket of disinfectant to scrub down the rest of the cupboards.

"Oh I'm just cleaning the blinds" answered my Mum in a muffled voice.

"Seriously Mum? You should be resting. Who cleans at a time like this?" I demanded as I tried to ram the stupid power motor head onto the Dyson hose thingy.

Ummm it seems we do.

Yep clearly I take after my Mum and we have figured out our own way of dealing with a crisis - we clean! And quite manically at that!

I'm not so sure how this cleaning thing is working out for me though.

After lying on my bed staring out the window for a while the other afternoon, I began to notice how dusty our billowy white curtains were. Overcome by an urgent need to clean them, I screamed out to the hubby who was downstairs "HONEYYY INeedYourHelpCauseIHaveToWashTheCurtainsLikeRIGHTNOW! PLEEEEEEEASE!"

Or something like that.

After a bit of bleach and a good hot soapy wash, I was expecting to have clean dust free billowy white curtains to stare at whilst lying on the bed being all melancholy.

What I got instead was very clean white shredded to shit billowy curtains.

Maybe there is a damn good reason after all that people choose sex in a crisis and not cleaning. Their life might be falling to pieces but at least their curtains would be intact.

How do you cope in a crisis?
Would you choose clean curtains over passionate sex?
Do you have any weird and wonderful coping techniques?



Monday, 14 April 2014

The Centre Of My Universe

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It was twelve years ago, my first born son was just 7 weeks old and my beautiful father was in a coma. Instead of enjoying everything that came with the birth of his first grandson, my dad was fighting for his life in an Intensive Care Unit.

I can remember the night that it all happened like it was only yesterday. My dad had been hospitalised earlier that day with some sort of infection and as evening settled in, my family gathered at my Mum and Dad's house to have some food, get some rest and wait for further news.

When the news finally came, it wasn't what we expected - he was being placed into a coma and machines would keep him alive so his body could have a chance to heal.

I have never admitted this to anyone, but that awful night I rang my Dad's mobile number at least 50 times, just so I could hear his voice on the answering service. For some reason I believed that by hearing him I could hang on to him and prevent him from slipping away from us.

Over the next couple of weeks I bargained with God and the universe. You make my Dad better and I will do this. Keep my Dad alive and I promise I will be all that and more yada yada.

I lost count of the dozens of promises I made to the heavens that night and those following weeks. There was a lot of them and all I knew is that I would do anything to have my precious Dad wake up from that Coma.

And he did.

He beat death by the skin of his nose and in true fighting spirit he won against all odds and continued to improve each day.

For a long time he was still a very unwell man and one day in his confused post coma state, he was convinced that one of the machines in his room was a lemon juicer. He told my mum all about the beautiful juicy lemons the nurses were juicing in his room and had we not known that he was in a completely sterile space with not a lemon in sight, we would almost have been convinced.

Instead we knew it was the drugs and the effects of waking from a coma and despite it being a reminder of such an awful time - it kind of became a long running joke and one we still tease him about to this day.

It seems to be that my family's way of dealing with tough times is to use humour to help us through.

I remember as we sat in that ICU room next to his bed, waiting, just waiting, we joked that if and when Dad woke from his coma, we would tell him a whole lot of BS about what had been happening in the world whilst he was out. Things like how his grand kids were married and he was now a Great Grandad and that Bindi Irwin had become Prime Minister. We laughed at the ridiculousness of the things we were coming up with and it helped us... the laughter that is.

We didn't have the heart to carry it through though. When he finally came to, we were so overwhelmed with relief at having him back... all jokes were long forgotten about.

Although I was so incredibly relieved and grateful that my Dad continued to get better, something changed within me throughout the experience. An invisible wall went up and without even realising it a part of me withdrew from him, frightened that at any stage he would be taken away from me and I would feel that desperate heartache all over again.

As time went on and the memory of that awful period faded, the wall slowly came down and I am ashamed to admit that in hindsight, I began to take for granted that he and my Mum would always be here.

I was preoccupied with my growing family and my visits with my Mum and Dad became less frequent. We would still talk on the phone nearly every day, but I just always seemed to be too busy to find the time to stop in for a cuppa or a glass of wine.

I became complacent.

Over the weekend my beautiful Dad was taken to hospital by ambulance and as I learnt about his failing heart my own heart broke into a million pieces all over again.

Deja Vu... except that this wasn't some fantastical phenomena, it seemed that this really was happening all over again.

Once again the bargaining began and I spent all night apologising to God for not praying except for when I wanted something. I begged of the universe to forgive me for my complacency and to give me the chance to tell my Dad just how much I love him and prove that he and my mum are the centre of my universe.

For now my prayers have been answered and whilst he is still in ICU my Dad is doing better.

When my mum rang him yesterday to say Good Morning he told her about a beautiful orange juicing machine in his room.... my mum nearly keeled over and my Dad the cheeky bugger was cacking himself.

It seems humour is getting us through yet again and the fact that he is up for playing pranks is sweet music to my ears.

The point of sharing this with you, is to remind you... don't hold back from telling someone you love them because you think you have time. You just don't know how many chances you have left to tell them.

If you are lucky enough to still have the opportunity, pick up the phone right now or drive there and tell them, then tell them again and again and again.

Don't let life and it's busyness become more important than spending precious time with loved ones as time is a gift that should never be taken for granted.

As for you Dad - well you had your chance to cark it twelve years ago. You had your chance and you missed it so now you are simply just going to have to stick around and play some more pay back pranks on your crazy family for a while longer.

As long as I have any bargaining power left with the universe - you aren't going anywhere.

I love you!


Sunday, 13 April 2014

Recreating TV Ads - Boys and Their Toys

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Boys and their toys. What can I say except that no matter how old they are, they never grow out of them!
The toys just get bigger and better the older they get. 
What happens when a couple of small boys and one bigger boy (OK, a 40-plus year-old man) get their hands on new Go Pro and a car to test drive?
Well they have to go and recreate a TV ad, don’t they?
Sadly No I'm not joking! 
Want to see this family of mine recreate that Nissan ad where the woman pretends to be in labour? Well you can see it for yourself over at Kidspot where I am discussing boys and their toys.

Friday, 11 April 2014

Weekend Rewind Blog Hopping Party 9 - Plus More of My Bloggy Awesome Blog Picks

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I've been a bad bad blogger this week and only managed to visit a small handful the fabulous blogs that linked up with us last weekend for the Weekend Rewind. I'm so sorry. I suck. But I can't wait to catch up on all your goss this weekend.

I have been working like a madwoman since Monday trying to get ahead with my work stuff so that I can spend some much needed time chilling out with my munchkins over the school holidays.

Its funny how I always start out so optimistically when I head into the school holidays and yet by the end of the first week I am typically a strung out nervous wreck with a manic tic in the eye and takes to counting down hours until the blessed return to school.

Let's not break tradition shall we - I shall remain overly enthusiastic that the kids will behave and a marvelous 2 weeks break from school will be had by all of us.

Now I just wanted to say a big BowchickaWowWow to Sonia from Sonia Styling. My fellow namesake is joining Bron and I in hosting the Weekend Rewind each week. Sonia is just a bundle of gorgeousness and if you have not yet had the pleasure of reading her blog or following her on any of the available cyber stalking platforms, then I will just tell you this - you are going to fall in love with her. This sassy chick has a wicked sense of humour, styles an outfit like no man's business and has one of those gorgeous souls you just cant help but want to get to know a little better... or a lot... usually a lot!.

Now even though I have been super slack ass blog buddy this week and didn't get around to visiting many of the blogs I normally like to visit, I do have a couple that I wanted to do a special shout out to. These are some of the blogs in my reader that I think they are Bloggy awesome, and I believe that everyone deserves to enjoy some of their Bloggy awesomeness too.




13 Acres is the blog of Brenda and her hubby and two children who have just built a new home on 13 acres in the mountains near a historic town... do I really need to go on? I love following her story as she lives a life that I frequently dream about. Brenda's beautiful photos and equally beautiful stories allow us a glimpse into a very special family's life.


I only recently discovered Cybele from Blah Blah Blah magazine and her site literally covers everything. From beauty tips to things to do and make, gossip, homes and the occasional rant there is nothing this gal doesn't cover. Set yourself aside a good chunk of time as you will no doubt spend a while clicking from article to article on fabulous Cybele's site.


So it is no secret that Tessa the gorgeous gal behind Down That Little Lane also happens to be one of my besties, but did you know that her beautiful website also has a blog?

Get to know the beautiful soul behind the stunning online store as she invites the readers into her day and shares with us stories about her family, her home, her views and the inspiration behind her successful business. If noting else you will be completely inspired.


I really don't think Em from Have a Laugh on Me needs any kind of introduction and to be honest I don't know that anything I could write would do her justice. This fabulous mum is hilarious and real and everything you would want from a gal pal.
If for some reason you have not yet discovered Em for yourself then run don't walk over there right now and say hello.



I adore everything about Milina from Little Red Vikings and her photography leaves me breathless every . single . time. Just last week Milina made the leap of faith and officially announced she is now a Professional photographer and there is not a single molecule in my body that doubts that she will do amazing things.

So so proud of you Milina and thank you for sharing your beautiful images and your gorgeous family with us.


Last but most definitely not least is Simone from Style Life Home. This gal as the most incredible taste in like EVERYthing. Whenever I leave her blog I am inspired to do a makeover on my home, myself and my life.
Anything at all I can do to recreate the beautiful vibe one can't help but soak up when they visit her site.

Alright time to get this week's party happening. Start linking and then go and have yourselves an absolutely amazing weekend!

What are some blogs you are loving at the moment and what to give a special shout out to?


Link up your favourite post from the past week and then pop around and say hello to some of the other lovely linkers. The Weekend Rewind blog hopping party starts every Friday night at 8pm and links will close on Sunday night at midnight. Link up here or over on Bron's blog (Maxabella) or over at the other Sonia's blog (Sonia Styling). It does not matter where you link as your link will show up in all 3 places.


Thursday, 10 April 2014

A DIY Hello Sign

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For ages I have been wondering what the hell to do with the lengths and lengths of French knitting my kids have made.

I reckon I have about 3kms of the stuff just taking up space in my craft closet... OK just a slight exaggeration... but I do have a hellava lot of it because they just keep making it and making it and it keeps them quiet and occupied, so who the hell am I to complain?

We decided to use some of the bright lengths they had made for a quick and easy project - a DIY hello sign. You could use any word, but I just love the playfulness of 'Hello' stuck to a wall.

So if you too have a cupboard stuffed full of the kid's french knitting, here's some simple instructions to turn it into something funky for your home.

INSTRUCTIONS

If your kids have not yet become addicted to French Knitting - here is a great tutorial from Kidspot on how to make a French Knitting Machine.


And here is another tutorial on how to French Knit.


Do your kids like to French Knit?
What have you used the knitted lengths for?