The new bub Eden
Thursday 23 June 2005
Wednesday 15 June 2005
How tempting is Temptation?
I've always been a fan of Sale Of The Century. My dad would sit the three of us girls down at 7pm (or was it 7.30pm?) to watch some educational TV. As mum was out working the nightshift - and didn't really like us watching TV when we should have been doing our homework - dad rationalised this half hour of TV because ``we could learn something.'' I don't know how he rationalised us watching Prisoner though. We were only 11, 9 and 7 years old. I still get tears in my eyes when I think of that sad, sad theme song, ''He used to bring me roses, I wish he would again...... I can still remember how Prisoner would end at 9.30pm - our bed time- and we would bolt to bed before mum came through the door at 9.35pm. I suppose it gave dad a bit of respite from three hypo girls, who bickered all the time, until mum came home and he could pass the parental responsibilities on to her. Poor mum.
Anyway, that aside, there was one rule while watching Sale. We weren't allowed to talk through the whole show. We had to sit in front of the TV and digest the precious jewels of knowledge from the ever effervescent Tony Barber (every wog loved him) and admire the puffed-up shoulder padded Delvine Delaney hoping to one day emulate her perfectly teased up hair. Imagine my excitement at the return of this cult show. At 7pm for the last 2 weeks, I've turned into my dad and demanded absolute silence from my husband, toddler and baby during the 30 minutes of Temptation - the new Sale of the Century. I actually revel in showing off to my husband my prowess at answering questions correctly. He just humours me. I know the questions aren't that hard and it's all about timing, but I reckon if I went on, I'd give it a fair shot. The host, Ed would shit me badly though. He has this cheesy Cheshire cat full toothed, thin lipped smile. It's actually quite revolting. Make sure to check it out. I'm afraid if I ever went on, his smile/grimace would put me off and I would leave the show with minus 50 points.
But it's not just Sale that gets my motor running. I get the same way during Who Wants to Be a Millionaire. I scream at the TV and remind my husband repeatedly just how smart I am ( when I get the questions right).
While I'm on the subject of game shows, I have a confession to make. I have actually been on one. It's quite embarrassing cause I bombed - but not because I didn't know the answers, but because I couldn't see the stupid monitor. For vanities sake, I didn't wear my glasses and therefore looked like a stunned mullet in my hot pink fluffy jumper. By the way, it was BURGO's Catchphrase. If you have any doubts that this fake haired, fake tanned plasticine faced man is a complete and utter tool, I can rest your doubts aside. His fake laugh and horrible head still give me nightmare. Shudder. But, it wasn't a complete waste of time, I walked away with $420 bucks and a holiday in Byron Bay.
The other show I'm really into at the moment is Ready, Steady Cook. Tara can't wait for it every day and has learned to say Ready, Steady Cook, it's really cute. There is one thing that shits me about it, and that again is the host. He does this pansy-assed jog when he comes out and while talking to the two chefs throughout the show. I would still love to be a contestant though, especially if they team me up with chef Carol Selva Rajah who is my former high school science teacher!
Is there a pattern here? I have a problem with all game show hosts???
I'm feeling queasy now - just eaten a small box of Guylian sea shell chocolates. I love these as much as Ferrero Rochers. Who doesn't?
Does anyone think I should apply to be a contestant on Sale? What do you all think?
See ya
Anyway, that aside, there was one rule while watching Sale. We weren't allowed to talk through the whole show. We had to sit in front of the TV and digest the precious jewels of knowledge from the ever effervescent Tony Barber (every wog loved him) and admire the puffed-up shoulder padded Delvine Delaney hoping to one day emulate her perfectly teased up hair. Imagine my excitement at the return of this cult show. At 7pm for the last 2 weeks, I've turned into my dad and demanded absolute silence from my husband, toddler and baby during the 30 minutes of Temptation - the new Sale of the Century. I actually revel in showing off to my husband my prowess at answering questions correctly. He just humours me. I know the questions aren't that hard and it's all about timing, but I reckon if I went on, I'd give it a fair shot. The host, Ed would shit me badly though. He has this cheesy Cheshire cat full toothed, thin lipped smile. It's actually quite revolting. Make sure to check it out. I'm afraid if I ever went on, his smile/grimace would put me off and I would leave the show with minus 50 points.
But it's not just Sale that gets my motor running. I get the same way during Who Wants to Be a Millionaire. I scream at the TV and remind my husband repeatedly just how smart I am ( when I get the questions right).
While I'm on the subject of game shows, I have a confession to make. I have actually been on one. It's quite embarrassing cause I bombed - but not because I didn't know the answers, but because I couldn't see the stupid monitor. For vanities sake, I didn't wear my glasses and therefore looked like a stunned mullet in my hot pink fluffy jumper. By the way, it was BURGO's Catchphrase. If you have any doubts that this fake haired, fake tanned plasticine faced man is a complete and utter tool, I can rest your doubts aside. His fake laugh and horrible head still give me nightmare. Shudder. But, it wasn't a complete waste of time, I walked away with $420 bucks and a holiday in Byron Bay.
The other show I'm really into at the moment is Ready, Steady Cook. Tara can't wait for it every day and has learned to say Ready, Steady Cook, it's really cute. There is one thing that shits me about it, and that again is the host. He does this pansy-assed jog when he comes out and while talking to the two chefs throughout the show. I would still love to be a contestant though, especially if they team me up with chef Carol Selva Rajah who is my former high school science teacher!
Is there a pattern here? I have a problem with all game show hosts???
I'm feeling queasy now - just eaten a small box of Guylian sea shell chocolates. I love these as much as Ferrero Rochers. Who doesn't?
Does anyone think I should apply to be a contestant on Sale? What do you all think?
See ya
Sunday 12 June 2005
Why can't he ever pick a DVD I like?
Last night, I sent out the husband to get Finding Neverland from the local rental store. He was with his mate, so I was specific about what I wanted to watch. I knew that if I gave them free reign they would come back with a pathetic movie which would feature: 1) skinny, scantily clothed chics, cars and a stupid/non-existent movie line. As I expected, as soon as he got to Blockbuster, I got a phone call. ''They're all out of Finding Neverland.'' Great, my Johnny Depp -aka the sexiest man on earth -fantasies would have to be put on hold for yet another night. ''Okay then babe, just pick up any romantic comedy, but be quick,'' I said.
10 minutes later, armed with pizza and a bottle of sprite, the boys presented me with the movie of the night.
10 minutes later, armed with pizza and a bottle of sprite, the boys presented me with the movie of the night.
''TAXI
Good guys. Bad Girls, Hot Ride.''
I seriously should be a mind reader. I just looked at them with an ultra pained look on my face. ''This is the movie you pick?? How well do you know me? Do you honestly think I would want to watch this? It sounds like the title of a porno.'' His excuse? There was nothing left. I seriously doubt that from the thousands of movies in the store, this was the only one left. Anyway, I emphatically announced I wasn't going to waste me time watching this crap - but seeing the hurt look on my husband's face, I thought I'd give it a shot.
I lasted about 20 minutes. It was so crap.
Anyway, I was so bored I flicked through the blockbuster magazine and came across an ad for Million Dollar Baby. Now there's a movie I really want to watch. Looking at the picture of Hillary Swank decked out in her crop top, boxing shorts, gloves with her hair in braids I had a flashback to my kickboxing days. I'm not sure if I have mentioned it before, but I used to train at the local PCYC up tp 7 times a week. I've had a number of competitive fights, (called full contact martial arts tournaments because Kickboxing is illegal for women to compete in in NSW - more on this later) won a couple of trophies and was pretty damn good. I've also broken a number of bones, but remarkably never the nose. God I miss it. I really want to get back into it, not competitively, just to get fit and feel strong again. I'd love to train my daughters when they are older as it is so empowering.
Better get some shut eye before Eden starts squirming for a booby-feed
Nighty-nite.
Saturday 11 June 2005
Ferrero Rochers are so delicious
You know what it's like when you've eaten a really big Thai meal. The salty, sweet, hot and sour flavours are all blended beautifully creating the perfect taste sensation in your mouth. But then, not soon after, you really crave something choclately. Maybe it's just me, and maybe it's just that I'm breastfeeding, but after our thai takeaway last night, I just couldn't help myself. Not one, or two or even a piggy 3, but 8 Ferrero Rocher's later and I was satiated. Thanks to my friends who brought chocolates to the hospital, I have about another three weeks supply of these delectable little nutellar-ly treats - not to mention the exquisite Lindt balls and the hand made fruit-jellies imported from England from my favourite hairdresser uncle (who also gave me a stunning hand cross bred bright purple potted orchid). Anyway, this is the ONLY time in a women's life when eating chocolates in such a gluttonous way is not automatically followed by a shameful bout of guilt. Using breastfeeding as an excuse is great because no way can call you a pig for fear of the aforementioned glutton delving into post-natal depression. The way I see it is that for the last 9 months I have had to endure kicks, punches, incontinence, heartburn and ugly maternity clothes - not to mention the roadmap of stretchmarks - so if I want to eat 8 ferreros or even 25 lindt balls, I'm gonna do it.
There is a downside to breastfeeding.
While I have lost over 10 kilo's in just over a week, (so the baby, placenta and waters weighed about that much, who am I kidding??) but you really have to watch some foods. For instance; Pepsi. I love this beautifully carbonated, sugar infused cola drink. But, I have to limit myself to about half a glass a day or else the bub will be up all night high on caffeine. Mustard/mustard pickles. If I eat this, the little critter will have terrible wind and I will be up all night with her, massaging her tummy until she farts like a trooper. More on baby farts later. Alcohol. In my case champagne and baileys. I have not had a drink since the night we conceived Tara and I don't envisage having a drop for atleast another year. But, that's okay, there's always that sparkling apple juice stuff from Coles my husband gets me when I crave champagne. Sad, I know.
Both girls are sleeping at the moment - a miracle I know. Tara had her first temper tantrum at the bub today and threw her bottle at Eden. Lucky, I have quick reflexes and it just touched her lip.
My hubby has cleaned the house and has just headed off to the gym so I have these few minutes to myself. I'm actually waiting on a courier to deliver something from my sis in NY - I hope its more chocolates.
Oh no, one is up
gotta run
Okay, so Eden woke up for a little refreshment and is snuggled in the crook of my neck. I love that baby smell!
Anyway, on a more serious note, the house fire at Wyong.
I was literally crying buckets at the thought of those little children perishing in that inferno. That image of them stuck on the balcony, screaming out in fear and then no-one coming to their help makes me so angry.
WHERE THE FUCK WAS THEIR STUPID FUCKING MOTHER?????
Out drinking, having a good time with her boyfriend (not one of the fathers of one of her children that perished). Lord, I have no right to judge BUT it's hard not to. I apologise to any of my readers who live on the central Coast (Sydney), but it's women like this who perpetrate the stereotype of irresponsible single mothers on the pension who live on the central coast who have children by a number of different men.
Why shouldn't this woman be tried for manslaughter? The youngest was only 15 months old. Totally unconscionable. How dare she live out her life in comfort, she should pay. I don't care what the excuse was ``we thought the baby sitter was there" they were your children, your responsibility. It makes me sick, angry, sad, heartbroken. It's just not fair.
Would love to hear anyone else's view.
May you all live 2 C the dawn
There is a downside to breastfeeding.
While I have lost over 10 kilo's in just over a week, (so the baby, placenta and waters weighed about that much, who am I kidding??) but you really have to watch some foods. For instance; Pepsi. I love this beautifully carbonated, sugar infused cola drink. But, I have to limit myself to about half a glass a day or else the bub will be up all night high on caffeine. Mustard/mustard pickles. If I eat this, the little critter will have terrible wind and I will be up all night with her, massaging her tummy until she farts like a trooper. More on baby farts later. Alcohol. In my case champagne and baileys. I have not had a drink since the night we conceived Tara and I don't envisage having a drop for atleast another year. But, that's okay, there's always that sparkling apple juice stuff from Coles my husband gets me when I crave champagne. Sad, I know.
Both girls are sleeping at the moment - a miracle I know. Tara had her first temper tantrum at the bub today and threw her bottle at Eden. Lucky, I have quick reflexes and it just touched her lip.
My hubby has cleaned the house and has just headed off to the gym so I have these few minutes to myself. I'm actually waiting on a courier to deliver something from my sis in NY - I hope its more chocolates.
Oh no, one is up
gotta run
Okay, so Eden woke up for a little refreshment and is snuggled in the crook of my neck. I love that baby smell!
Anyway, on a more serious note, the house fire at Wyong.
I was literally crying buckets at the thought of those little children perishing in that inferno. That image of them stuck on the balcony, screaming out in fear and then no-one coming to their help makes me so angry.
WHERE THE FUCK WAS THEIR STUPID FUCKING MOTHER?????
Out drinking, having a good time with her boyfriend (not one of the fathers of one of her children that perished). Lord, I have no right to judge BUT it's hard not to. I apologise to any of my readers who live on the central Coast (Sydney), but it's women like this who perpetrate the stereotype of irresponsible single mothers on the pension who live on the central coast who have children by a number of different men.
Why shouldn't this woman be tried for manslaughter? The youngest was only 15 months old. Totally unconscionable. How dare she live out her life in comfort, she should pay. I don't care what the excuse was ``we thought the baby sitter was there" they were your children, your responsibility. It makes me sick, angry, sad, heartbroken. It's just not fair.
Would love to hear anyone else's view.
May you all live 2 C the dawn
Wednesday 8 June 2005
Two beautiful girls!!
A beautiful, perfect healthy little girl graced our little trio and transformed it into an awesome foursome. Little Eden decided to enter the world last Thursday morning at 6.36am making me so unbelievably overjoyed and feeling so amazingly blessed.
But, I tell you, it was lucky I decided to go to the hospital at all, or else she could have been born in my little hatchback. Don't hate me all those women out there that labour for hours, days and go through excruciating pain. Eden was born very quickly and, without sounding like a Christian zealot, it was through the grace of God and the Virgin Mary that it happened so quickly, so perfectly - I'm very lucky.
Now, don't get me wrong, it was no walk in the park, but the pain was bearable - just. But, I'd gladly go through it all again for Eden, Tara and any other children in the future.
Its weird. I never thought I could ever love anyone as much as Tara. I was actually in tears at the hospital when my hubby took Tara home as I felt as if I was abandoning her. Up until that night, I had never spent a night apart from my baby girl. She couldn't really care less - she just wanted to get home, twirl around in circles (her new thing) and yell out ``daddy, daddy, daddy'' over and over and over and over again. Its hilarious actually, she gets really dizzy and topples over. So cute.
As for Eden, she so pretty, beautiful in fact. With a full head of dark hair - even more than Tara when she was born, she looks like a little doll. Her cheeks are punctured with two deep dimples, her eyes are long and almond-shaped and her perfect pout is purely kissable. I should really post a pic. I'm completely enraptured, besotted, in love with her. Its amazing the depth of a mother's love.
Now that I've been home for a couple of days and have unpacked, done laundry and had no sleep, I've had an epiphany. Next time I visit a friend or family member in the hospital whose had a baby, I'm not going to buy anything for the baby, I'm going to buy something for the mum. You always get flowers, chocolates and incy-wincy baby clothes, but what a new mum would really love is a basket of little luxuries. For instance: really nice perfume, bubble bath, lipstick, a face mask to get rid of the ``I-look-like-death-warmed-up'', stuff like that. Not that I'm not appreciative to all my family and friends who bought us gifts, but I have baby blankets and bibs coming out of my ears!!!
Anyway, I'd better run. Both little bubs are having a nap, which won't last long, so I'd better peel off these Elmo P'J's, brush my teeth and write up a shopping list for my hubby.
But, I tell you, it was lucky I decided to go to the hospital at all, or else she could have been born in my little hatchback. Don't hate me all those women out there that labour for hours, days and go through excruciating pain. Eden was born very quickly and, without sounding like a Christian zealot, it was through the grace of God and the Virgin Mary that it happened so quickly, so perfectly - I'm very lucky.
Now, don't get me wrong, it was no walk in the park, but the pain was bearable - just. But, I'd gladly go through it all again for Eden, Tara and any other children in the future.
Its weird. I never thought I could ever love anyone as much as Tara. I was actually in tears at the hospital when my hubby took Tara home as I felt as if I was abandoning her. Up until that night, I had never spent a night apart from my baby girl. She couldn't really care less - she just wanted to get home, twirl around in circles (her new thing) and yell out ``daddy, daddy, daddy'' over and over and over and over again. Its hilarious actually, she gets really dizzy and topples over. So cute.
As for Eden, she so pretty, beautiful in fact. With a full head of dark hair - even more than Tara when she was born, she looks like a little doll. Her cheeks are punctured with two deep dimples, her eyes are long and almond-shaped and her perfect pout is purely kissable. I should really post a pic. I'm completely enraptured, besotted, in love with her. Its amazing the depth of a mother's love.
Now that I've been home for a couple of days and have unpacked, done laundry and had no sleep, I've had an epiphany. Next time I visit a friend or family member in the hospital whose had a baby, I'm not going to buy anything for the baby, I'm going to buy something for the mum. You always get flowers, chocolates and incy-wincy baby clothes, but what a new mum would really love is a basket of little luxuries. For instance: really nice perfume, bubble bath, lipstick, a face mask to get rid of the ``I-look-like-death-warmed-up'', stuff like that. Not that I'm not appreciative to all my family and friends who bought us gifts, but I have baby blankets and bibs coming out of my ears!!!
Anyway, I'd better run. Both little bubs are having a nap, which won't last long, so I'd better peel off these Elmo P'J's, brush my teeth and write up a shopping list for my hubby.
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