A Mac? For me? You shouldn't have....

Well. Actually. You should. Because I paid for it!

I brought a Mac. Rather than going through a shop front like I tried to do last time, I ordered through Apple.com.

So my MacBook is sitting in receiving in Sydney somewhere ready to be delivered to me sometime tomorrow (Monday) or the day after New Years Day (the 2nd)

I am trying not to get too excited after last years debacle (Some will remember it, I tried to buy a MacBook, but it all went tits up, and The Mac Doctors - the company I shopped through - failed to put my order in AFTER taking our money. 8 weeks later, and a Visa dispute later, we had our money back, and a sour taste in our mouths, but no Mac)

Hopefully this time, it will all work out well, and I will have a new toy, uhm, I mean fancy, smancy computer.

I hope we all had a wonderful Christmas!

I hope Santa brought you everything you hoped for!

Christmas 2007 was as wonderful as I had imagined it could be. We had a great time with the family, and got to watch our boy open his presents excitedly at 2am on Christmas morning (after getting home from midnight mass) so we could all sleep in.

Christmas day was lazy, lazy LAZY! We sat around and ate, and sat around some more. A good time was had by all.

Boxing Day was spent buying up big at the post Christmas sales (I will feely admit to spending too much money on clothes and shoes - But the deals were too good to pass up! After all, I NEED new clothes!)

Today I got to try out my new lawn mower that Santa brought me. And DH got to test out his weed eater. Our lawn never looked so good! And I haven't been this sun burned in a LONG time!!

While DH and I worked our asses off outside, DS enjoyed his Nintendo DS and the games he brought at the post Christmas sales with his Christmas money (he did really wee... He got roughly $100 from his Nanna's and Aunty)

I will post some photos later...

It's not Christmas till I have pissed off the cats

While I was out shopping yesterday, I found cat sized Santa hats and oufits.

Lucky and Fluffy were less than impressed. I think they may want to kill me in my sleep now.

Fluffy


Lucky

At goal = No internet connection?

I find it really, really odd when people say (in a thread I post in no less, with my details in the signature line stating I am AT GOAL, I do get the feeling I am being ignored, lmao) "They are thin and out having a good time. They don't need our support anymore. They are out there living the good life." or something like that (although that was a direct quote).

Ssssshhhhhhh... Don't tell the "Goal Police". I still have my internet connection. And I haven't been sent the memo that I am no longer allowed at support sites any more due to my status.

ROFLMAO

When people say "They are out living life" it really sounds to me like they are saying living life = no internet connection. Like the second you get to gaol you forget that the internet ever existed... It just strikes me as wrong because, I AM living life (I checked my pulse, I am still alive), have a very active social life, am busier that I have ever been, and I still get online...

It's just weird. That's all. I will never understand that little theory.

Here are the rules for this tag:
1. Mention the person who tagged you and create a link back to them.
2. Copy-paste the traits for all the twelve months (see below).
3. Pick your month of birth (see below).
4. Highlight the traits that apply to you.
5. Tag 12 people and let them know by visiting their blogs and leaving a comment for them.
6. Let the person who tagged you know when you’ve done it!

I am September,

THE MONTHLY FLAVORS, WHICH ARE YOU?

JANUARY: Stubborn and hard-hearted. Ambitious and serious. Loves to teach and be taught. Always looking at people’s flaws and weaknesses. Likes to criticize. Hardworking and productive. Smart, neat and organized. Sensitive and has deep thoughts. Knows how to make others happy. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Rather reserved. Highly attentive. Resistant to illnesses but prone to colds. Romantic but has difficulties expressing love. Loves children. Loyal. Has great social abilities yet easily jealous. Very stubborn and money cautious.

FEBRUARY: Abstract thoughts. Loves reality and abstract. Intelligent and clever. Changing personality. Attractive. Sexy. Temperamental. Quiet, shy and humble. Honest and loyal. Determined to reach goals. Loves freedom. Rebellious when restricted. Loves aggressiveness. Too sensitive and easily hurt. Gets angry really easily but does not show it. Dislikes unnecessary things. Loves making friends but rarely shows it. Daring and stubborn. Ambitious. Realizes dreams and hopes. Sharp. Loves entertainment and leisure. Romantic on the inside not outside. Superstitious and ludicrous. Spendthrift. Tries to learn to show emotions.

MARCH: Attractive personality. Sexy. Affectionate. Shy and reserved. Secretive. Naturally honest, generous and sympathetic. Loves peace and serenity. Sensitive to others. Loves to serve others. Easily angered. Trustworthy. Appreciative and returns kindness. Observant and assesses others. Revengeful. Loves to dream and fantasize. Loves traveling. Loves attention. Hasty decisions in choosing partners. Loves home decors. Musically talented. Loves special things. Moody.

APRIL: Active and dynamic. Decisive and hasty but tends to regret. Attractive and affectionate to oneself. Strong mentality. Loves attention. Diplomatic. Consoling, friendly and solves people’s problems. Brave and fearless. Adventurous. Loving and caring. Suave and generous. Emotional. Aggressive. Hasty. Good memory. Moving. Motivates oneself and others. Sickness usually of the head and chest. Sexy in a way that only their lover can see.

MAY: Stubborn and hard-hearted. Strong-willed and highly motivated. Sharp thoughts. Easily angered. Attracts others and loves attention. Deep feelings. Beautiful physically and mentally. Firm Standpoint. Needs no motivation. Easily consoled. Systematic (left brain). Loves to dream. Strong clairvoyance. Understanding. Sickness usually in the ear and neck. Good imagination. Good physical. Weak breathing. Loves literature and the arts. Loves traveling. Dislike being at home. Restless. Not having many children. Hardworking. High spirited. Spendthrift.

JUNE: Thinks far with vision. Easily influenced by kindness. Polite and soft-spoken. Having ideas. Sensitive. Active mind. Hesitating, tends to delay. Choosy and always wants the best. Temperamental. Funny and humorous. Loves to joke. Good debating skills. Talkative. Daydreamer. Friendly. Knows how to make friends. Able to show character. Easily hurt. Prone to getting colds. Loves to dress up. Easily bored. Fussy. Seldom shows emotions. Takes time to recover when hurt. Brand conscious. Executive. Stubborn.

JULY: Fun to be with. Secretive. Difficult to fathom and to be understood. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Takes pride in oneself. Has reputation. Easily consoled. Honest. Concerned about people’s feelings. Tactful. Friendly. Approachable. Emotional temperamental and unpredictable. Moody and easily hurt. Witty and sparkly. Not revengeful. Forgiving but never forgets. Dislikes nonsensical and unnecessary things. Guides others physically and mentally. Sensitive and forms impressions carefully. Caring and loving. Treats others equally. Strong sense of sympathy. Wary and sharp. Judges people through observations. Hardworking. No difficulties in studying. Loves to be alone. Always broods about the past and the old friends. Likes to be quiet. Homely person. Waits for friends. Never looks for friends. Not aggressive unless provoked. Prone to having stomach and dieting problems. Loves to be loved. Easily hurt but takes long to recover.

AUGUST: Loves to joke. Attractive. Suave and caring. Brave and fearless. Firm and has leadership qualities. Knows how to console others. Too generous and egoistic. Takes high pride in oneself. Thirsty for praises. Extraordinary spirit. Easily angered. Angry when provoked. Easily jealous. Observant. Careful and cautious. Thinks quickly. Independent thoughts. Loves to lead and to be led. Loves to dream. Talented in the arts, music and defense. Sensitive but not petty. Poor resistance against illnesses. Learns to relax. Hasty and trusty. Romantic. Loving and caring. Loves to make friends.

SEPTEMBER: Suave and compromising. Careful, cautious and organized. Likes to point out people’s mistakes. Likes to criticize. Stubborn. Quiet but able to talk well. Calm and cool. Kind and sympathetic. Concerned and detailed. Loyal but not always honest. Does work well. Very confident. Sensitive. Good memory. Clever and knowledgeable. Loves to look for information. Must control oneself when criticizing. Able to motivate oneself. Understanding. Fun to be around. Secretive. Loves leisure and traveling. Hardly shows emotions. Tends to bottle up feelings. Very choosy, especially in relationships. Systematic.

OCTOBER: Loves to chat. Loves those who loves them. Loves to take things at the center. Inner and physical beauty. Lies but doesn’t pretend. Gets angry often. Treats friends importantly. Always making friends. Easily hurt but recovers easily. Daydreamer. Opinionated. Does not care of what others think. Emotional. Decisive. Strong clairvoyance. Loves to travel, the arts and literature. Touchy and easily jealous. Concerned. Loves outdoors. Just and fair. Spendthrift. Easily influenced. Easily loses confidence. Loves children.

NOVEMBER: Has a lot of ideas. Difficult to fathom. Thinks forward. Unique and brilliant. Extraordinary ideas. Sharp thinking. Fine and strong clairvoyance. Can become good doctors. Dynamic in personality. Secretive. Inquisitive. Knows how to dig secrets. Always thinking. Less talkative but amiable. Brave and generous. Patient. Stubborn and hard-hearted. If there is a will, there is a way. Determined. Never give up. Hardly becomes angry unless provoked. Loves to be alone. Thinks differently from others. Sharp-minded. Motivates oneself. Does not appreciate praises. High-spirited. Well-built and tough. Deep love and emotions. Romantic. Uncertain in relationships. Homely. Hardworking. High abilities. Trustworthy. Honest and keeps secrets. Not able to control emotions. Unpredictable.

DECEMBER: Loyal and generous. Sexy. Patriotic. Active in games and interactions. Impatient and hasty. Ambitious. Influential in organizations. Fun to be with. Loves to socialize. Loves praises. Loves attention. Loves to be loved. Honest and trustworthy. Not pretending. Short tempered. Changing personality. Not egotistic. Take high pride in oneself. Hates restrictions. Loves to joke. Good sense of humor. Logical.

Christmas photo of the Midget Man and his Mummy!

(I like this one best)





I brought a couple of Santa hats just before, so we wore them in the photo, no Santa! They were super cool about it, although Santa looked mighty pissed off about having to get off his ass... And he did make some comment about how he wouldn't have minded having me on his lap, so I replied with, I have a dirty old man at home to sit on if that's what I desire. The girls taking the photos and sorting payment just about died laughing.

Yeah. I thought it was over too.

I just got a call from "Best" magazine in the UK. Apparently my story got sold to them to print, and they called to "Check the story" before going to print.

I am a bit pissed off that I got put on the spot like that with no forewarning at all. 8.30 at night, my kid is at me to play Operation with him, the husband has just walked through the door, and I am getting him some dinner and the phone rings.

Ugh. I am not good interview material at the best of times.

At least I got to fix a few things that were wrong with the story before it goes to print in the UK. I'd rather it didn't go to print again....

But there is nothing I can do. Take 5 owns the story. I sold it to them along with my soul it appears.

Linky-poo to the original story (you have to scroll down a bit)

Oh, and before I forget!

Brought new scales the other day. Groovy one's with body fat % and hydration level and such.

Anyway.... It says I have a whopping 13.5% body fat. Now I don't know just how much stock I would put into something I stand on to tell me how much fat I have on my bones, but even if it's 5% out, it's still fucking awesome considering I came from over 55% BF.

That is all.

5 days, 10 hours to go!

I am so ready for Christmas to be over and done with.

The current plan (because plans always change...) is to go to my Mother's in the morning on Christmas Eve and exchange gifts, come home, hang out for a bit, wait for DH to get home, get ready to go out to dinner with the in-laws.

At about 6.30ish I am going to do some family shots of SIL' clan, then at about 7 we go to dinner. After dinner, we will all go for a ride in one of our buses to look at Christmas lights, then head to Church for Midnight Mass.

We will likely get home around 2am, so we plan on letting DS open his gifts so we can sleep in (don't tell DS, we have been telling him he has to wait till DH and I get up after our sleep-in. Why yes. We are mean! Thank you!)

Christmas brekky will be pancakes and fruit salad for me, bacon and eggs for the guys. Lunch, I have no idea yet, dinner will be lamb roast and roast veggies for the guys, and something else for me. I have no idea what to make for desert.

After dinner we will play the board game we got as a family present (I am yet to buy one. I am thinking maybe Jenga?)

So that's the plan. Now watch it go to shit.

Shopping with the midget man

DS needed a new outfit (For Christmas Eve with the family...)

He picked it out all on his own. What can I say, the kid has style!



He loves the tie (much to my surprise... I thought he would hate it, but what do I know, right?) And the fedora "Finishes the look off, Mum!" So he just had to have it.



(Wiping the tears from the corner of my eyes) My baby is growing up (sinff)

IF ONE MORE (BANDED) PERSON SAYS

I HAVE PCOS, AND THAT'S WHY I CAN'T LOSE WEIGHT (OR AM A SLOW LOSER) MY FUCKING HEAD IS GOING TO EXPLODE.

Lie to yourself all you fucking want. But don't fucking lie to me. Liar McLiarson.

Oh, but I had a great time yesterday!

The Nutcracker was a real treat. The Queensland Ballet Company is awesome beyond belief, and if they perform The Nutcracker again next year, I will be dragging the husband and kid along.

MIL and I got dolled up for the occasion, and the family had to get a few pics of us (and themselves with us) before we went.





Because taking MIL to the ballet was part of her Christmas present, she gave me part of mine (She is such a sweetheart, I mentioned once, in passing that I neede to buy a new bottle of Wish at some point, and she remembered, and brought me one!)

I am far more impressed than I look, I swear!





And the Christmas lights tour went off well. We had a blast looking at the purdy lights and watching the fireworks. We got home at 2am, after leaving the house at 11am.

I am so buggered now.

Never work for friends or family

Because they expect unrealistic crap (like emailing you vague descriptions of photos, totally ignoring the assigned number on the BACK of the proof, and expecting you to be able to get them printed within 24 hours)

Just sayin'

Hiya Kids!

I haven't been around (contrary to popular belief I do have a life! Amazing, I know!!)

So, here is a really quick update;

Wednesday I spent the day organising party food for DS's class break party on Thursday (Apparently I am the only parent with half a brain, and can make some healthy food)

Thursday I celebrated my 10th wedding anniversary (use your imagination).

Friday I spent the day shopping (a real hardship. I was shattered that I *had* to buy clothes and shoes , LMAO)

And today, Saturday, DH and I went for a 5km run (he managed 5k in 38 minutes, I am *so* proud of him!!) and I am taking MIL to the ballet to see The Nutcracker.

And tonight DH and I are hosting a Christmas lights tour on one of our buses. So I am going to have a wild stab in the dark and say that Sunday I will spend lounging about in my jammies.

Everyone is still alive and well, and what more could I ask for? (Yeah. Lot's I know, world peace, an end to starvation, a new designer wardrobe, endless shoes, hair that behaves)

A game! Eight Obscure Things About Me.

The Rules:
1. We have to post these rules before we give you the facts.
2. Players start with eight random facts/habits about themselves.
3. People who are tagged write their own blog post about their eight things and include these rules.
4. At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged and that they should read your blog.

Eight Obscure Things About Me:

1. I hate camping. Fucking loathe it. Seriously. I would poke me eyes out before camping.

2. I fart and blame the kid (and get away with it) Oh. And for the first 6 months DH and I were married, I had him convinced that women don't fart. He almost died when I farted loud and proud one day.

3. I am actually a Christian! I know! Just because I talk like a trucker and have the sex drive of a tom cat doesn't mean I am not religious.

4. Despite spending a lot of money on clothes (and shoes, and jewellery, and make up, and perfume) I am actually very cheap. I don't like spending a lot of money. And if something isn't right, I am not shy in asking for my money back.

5. I don't like swimming. Water gets into my nose and upsets my sinuses for days after.

6. I am not a veggie because I love the fluffy-wuffy animals. I am a veggie because I prefer the food. And because growing up I always wanted to be a veggie. I really don't know why I wanted it, actually. But I love it. It suits me.

7. I am enjoying being a parent now, more than I ever did when DS was younger. Maybe it's that I am far more mature now, or maybe I just like older kids better. I don't know.

8. I check the weather patterns every day, and actually very interested in meteorology.

I tag Jodi as the next to play.

Alternate rules after WLS

Oh, my! I almost wet my pants laughing (sign of a weak bladder, or laughing too hard - you decide)

Alternate rules after WLS
1. Assume you are different, and what works for the successful people doesn’t or won’t work for you.

2. Make excuses. For everything. Tell everyone you know how your predicament isn’t your fault.

3. Don’t exercise. You are a busy person and don’t have time. Besides, you hate it.

4. End every excuse-filled sentence with “I must be doing something right, I’m still losing weight.”

5. Test the limits of your surgery. Overeat. Graze.

6. Eat sugar. You can get used to a little nausea.

7. Eat bread, rice, potatoes & pasta. You shouldn’t have to deprive yourself of anything.

8. Fall for the packaging and advertising gimmicks. “All natural” means it’s good for me, right?

9. Whine. Think and talk about all the things you have to give up. Dwell on them.

10. Take the cheapest vitamins you can find. Stop taking them after a year because you are tired of the routine.

11. Don’t follow any advice or directions from your surgeon or anyone else. You know best.

12. Eat that holiday candy. It would be a shame for it to go to waste.

13. Don’t use your pouch. Try diet pills instead.

14. Forget protein. It tastes bad. Bring on the sandwiches!

15. Don’t educate yourself. Just follow your doctors blindly.

16. Drink soda. Preferably with meals. It’s just too hard not to drink something for that half hour three times a day.

17. Smoke. You’re an adult and you have that right.

18. Eat everything offered to you when visiting others. You wouldn’t want to hurt their feelings.

19. Drink alcohol. Daily. You have earned the right to enjoy yourself.

20. Be content with losing 50% of your excess. Losing the other 50% is too much work, and you didn’t do this to have to be on a diet for the rest of your life.

I can't take credit for writing it. I found it here

I won! I won! I won.....

I got a Blog award (who knew cussing like a trucker could bring reward?)

Anyway, I am supposed to award it to to ohers now...

So, my pick for best blogs are.... (drum roll please, this is super important - DAMMIT!)

Jodi - A day and a life in our shoes.

Sassy Lucy - The cafe at the end of the universe.

LosingJustMe - LosingJustMe.

So ladies, copy the award, and pass it on!

Our Christmas lights!

You are just going to have to ignore the clutter.

Outside;




Inside;

ROFLMAO

I had to fix a compatibility issue with a game on DS's computer.He was so impressed with how quickly and effortlessly I fixed it he said;

"You know Mum, you're not just a pretty face"

It took every thing I had not to burst into uncontrollable laughter.

Eck.

I am trying to change my running schedule. I want to be running in the cooler evening rather than the hot and or humid mornings. But every morning I get up, was my face, tie my hair back and put my running gear on. It's force of habit. Then I remember that I am trying to go for a run at night.

Then I sit down (still in my running gear) and have a coffee. Feeling bad that I am not running (like I am now, sitting here, all dressed up with no where to run) But I know that I will go for my run tonight, when I will be more comfortable (and not sweating buckets and almost passing out from dehydration)

Old habits die hard.

Baby... It's hot outside!

After a few weeks or really lovely mild weather, we have had a couple of days of stinking hot, humid 33 degree C days.

I am not enjoying this.

Do. Not. Want.


(LOLcat lovers will get that)

Seriously. It's so fucking humid that my naturally curly hair has become a naturally boofy afro. It's not cool.

And I realised today that I am no longer young and hip.
That was a slap in the face (yeah, I laughed too... I have a kid as tall as I am, been married 10 years, and I *just* realised I'm not young any more ROFLMAO)

But it's not really a problem. Because it appears to be young and hip, you must wear shorts so short, that if you were to bend over, your gyno could do his exam, and never, ever, ever wear a bra. So I think being old and crusty has it's appeal.

I just realised

My wedding anniversary is a week from today.

10 years ago I pledged my soul to my husband, and he to me. Ahhhh..... Sappy shit. Huh?

Felling all nostalgic!

I need to go shopping for
Frosty Returns and The Little Drummer Boy

I'd love to see The Cabbage Patch Kids Christmas Special, Or A very Smurfy Christmas. But I just don't think I can get them on DVD.

I think Elf would be a good one for the kid. He is old enough to get the humor in it, and in National Lampoons Christmas Vacation. So they will be fun to watch too.

We are almost done painting the verandah rails, and I promised the kid if we got the painting done, we could put up lights. So I am going to buy them today, and when the kid gets home, we can finish off the painting and hang the lights tonight!

DS is going to write out Christmas cards for all of his school mates in the next couple of days, and tape a candy cane to each one... And we brought a tea towel, some body lotion and shower gel that he has to wrap and give to his teacher.

I can't believe that we only have a week and a half left of school! Then 6 whole weeks of holidays!

I have to say, I have been so relaxed, and happy this holiday season. It's really awesome. I am actually enjoying it. I usually run around like a headless chicken. Even with the present changes DS has requested, I have rolled with the punches, and just got on with it without any major drama.

Why were past Christmases stressful, and this one hasn't been?

Living on protein shakes?

How can this be done. Really.

I see so often people crapping on about how normally they eat, then on a "What do you eat" type thread they list 3 protein shakes a day, and very little in the way of "real" food.

This disturbs me. Why are people so keen to deprive themselves of food. Is it that they think they will lose quicker if they don't eat?

There is one lady on the boards who HAS starved the weight off. Now that she only has 20lbs to get to her goal weight, she plans on losing that 20lbs in a month (a MONTH!!), and having an unfill.

That is just crazy. She is destined for massive regain.

Why? Because starvation only lasts for so long. Liquid diets only last for so long. People get sick of not eating. It takes a special type of will power to NOT eat for the rest of your life. And when they go back to eating "normally" (normal is usually over processed junk, no one learns about nutrition while starving themselves) they gain most, if not all of the weight back.

And people just don't seem to get that what they are doing NOW to lose the weight, is what they will have to do later to maintain the loss. I don't bother pointing this out on a regular basis, because I am unpopular as it is. But Damm. I would love to know how some of these people tick. What is the thought process behind starving yourself to malnutrition in the name of skinny.

The kid has hijacked my computer

And get to use the shitty old laptop... Hold me...

I forgot how much I hate laptop keyboards. Talk about cramped!

This is the angel I brought for us;



Isn't she pretty? (I like earthy looking shit) I brought one for each of my in-laws and one for my mother with different colour dresses (red, orange and green).

Ahh. It's been a good day.

Burning ginger cookies, singing loudly and badly to 80's music, pissing the cat off and sitting on my ass.

Good times. This is what Christmas is about.

I did get a batch of lemon and passionfruit shortbread out that didn't burn! They are pretty tasty too.



(this is what was left after DS had at them! They must be ok I guess!)

We had a lentil pizza for dinner. I was so fucking awesome. Just. So. Fucking. Good. Words cannot describe the awesome-ness that is lentil pizza.

Lentil pizza:
½ cup hummus
1 tablespoon Moroccan seasoning
1 x 20cm pizza base (I used Bazzar breads pizza base)
1 cup zucchini ribbons (use potato peeler to make ribbons)
1/3 cup drained brown lentils
½ cup sliced button mushrooms
½ cup roasted red capsicum, cut into thin strips
½ cup shredded pizza cheese
½ cup baby rocket leaves
1 very small onion quartered
1 teaspoon extra virgin olive oil
2 cloves of garlic finely chopped


METHOD:
1. Roast capsicum with the onion, oil and garlic in a preheated oven at 200ºC .

2. Combine hummus and Moroccan seasoning; spread over pizza base. Top with zucchini, drained brown lentils, mushrooms and capsicum then sprinkle with pizza cheese.

3. Cook for 10-12 minutes or until cheese is just starting to turn golden and the pizza base is crisp.

3. Top with rocket leaves and serve with a side of tabouleh (just store brought stuff from Woolies, I am too lazy to make tabouleh!).

Even the kid ate it without too much complaining! A winner! (I did bribe him with a banana split for afters. I had dried figs with goats cheese in ash *wipes drool from corner of mouth*)

Never let it be said that a banded individual has to live on fucking protein shakes. Eat. For the love of all things tasty. Eat.

Oh Pen!

On Martha...

My DH says there is something evil in that woman. That's why he likes her. He says I am just like her... Cute on the outside... Black on the inside.




I will keep an eye out on your blog. I need idea's to keep the short man entertained over the week before Christmas (I don't plan on going out unless I have to, the roads are scary the week before Christmas)

24 days till Christmas

Holy CRAP!

I just came home from doing my weekly food shop (on budget for the first time EVAH!) With a DS (and other crap to go along with it) Several Barbies (for my niece) stocking stuffer's for the in-laws (really pretty tree angles made from a hippy shop $3 each! And so pretty) And I plan on taking the kid out to buy these cute cotton jammies for me, and an espresso coffee pot for one for DH on Monday (our gifts from DS to us. We gave him a $20 budget for each parent)

I have ballet tickets and a nice vase for MIL, western DVD's for FIL, PJ's for my mother, and all I have to do is buy something for DH, and start on baking cookies and I am DONE!

I also found a simple, pretty black dress at Portmans for $89. I was going to buy it when the chick said, "Oh, it's only $59... And if I was to put it away till Thursday, it would only be $44.25 with the 15% off sale we are having between 5 and 9pm... Shall I put it away for you?" Hell YES! So I go back Thursday for that dress.

Woo-hoo! All with 24 days to go! I feel like fucking super woman!

I might actually have time to enjoy Christmas this year.

Ok, less like a 12 year old, more like a 10 year old!

I was going through my DS clothes that he has grown out of (my 155cm, 45kg DS), and decided that his old shirts and pants looked almost the same size as mine... So I tried them on.

My 10.6 year old son's clothes fit me!


So whoever it was that said I look like a 12 year old boy was wrong. I am built like a 10.6 year old boy! LMAO

Oh, oh, oh! Just to serial blog...

To break away from the consumerism of Christmas, DS and I will be making gifts this year! Fun, huh?

I want this to be the type of stuff he remembers. No one ever really remembers what they got for Christmas back in 1985 (well.... I do recall getting those twin Cabbage Patch Kids in the pink lace dresses I wanted that year... But I digress)

Anyhoo. DS and I will be making banana bread, ginger cookies and short bread cookies for the adults, and stained glass cookies and gingerbread men for his cousins (each gingerbread man will be decorated for each cousin with their name on it)

It will be fun (I hope) and meaningful (again... I hope)

The plan is to spend the days before Christmas cooking and wrapping the cookies in clear wrap, with ribbon and a candy cane on each package.

I also want to make some decorations. I am thinking of these and I am thinking we could also make Christmas cracker/bon bon things (you know, the type you pull apart, and crap falls out?)

Anyway. That's the plan.

Ever noticed....

That people who go into therapy suddenly start to think that everyone has "issues" and that everyone needs therapy?

I wonder why?

Because I can't do it at LBT

Because the coward who created the "Know it all" thread had it closed...

If you feel "Less than successful" when you compare your before and afters with mine. Your fucking problem. Work harder to get what I have, or shut the fuck up. It's not me that's making you feel that way, it's you.

If you think I "Know it all" Maybe I just know more than you. Maybe I have been banded longer than you have, and have figured out a few things along the way. Maybe I paid attention when my doctor spoke. Maybe I took notes. Maybe, if you didn't, it's your problem. Not mine.

Maybe, if you are one of the few who believe that I am "Obnoxious, self righteous and condescending" you are just intimidated by me. Again. Not my fucking problem.

You bitches who bitch and fucking moan about "oldies" and "Know it alls" should have a good look at your jealous selves. Maybe it is something deep within YOU that is making you feel as you do.

Because, honestly, until you start go making ass holes of yourselves, you aren't even a blip on my radar. So stop trying to make YOUR self worth, self image, and self esteem issues mine.

Will this ever end?

The nausea has returned. All I want to do is puke.

I have an appointment with my doc on Wednesday for a follow up on some other crap, but I am not sure I can put up with this bullshit for too much longer. I really do feel crap.

Oh, and lucky me, I think I have a huge cyst on my right ovary. Every time I have gone for a run this week (and even when I am just sitting around), it has burned, and ached in the general ovarian area. I am such a lucky girl!

How I have missed you....

I love they rhythm of running. I love the feeling of my muscles burning, putting on foot in front of the other, the sweat running off my arms, down my back and off my brow... I love the feeling of achievement I get when I have run my best time, or longest run yet... I love the fact that I can do it.

I am finding this whole thing very amusing

What shade of green would you like to be painted, ladies?


(My "Followers" will know what I am talking about! LMAO)

Yay!

I went for a run yesterday! And not a run to the toilet for a change!

8km of pure sweaty bliss.

My husband will be home in an hour, and I will go out for a short run (it's not raining for the first time in a week)

Ahhh.... Running... How I missed you... You really are my lover...

Waaahhhhh

I am *still* not over that virus.

1.2k into my run I got a shocking pain in mah 'po belly... And thankfully I was at home on the treadmill because of the rain, otherwise I would have pooped mah pants.

Feel sorry for me.

The Christmas letter from hell

I am finding it really hard to write this years Christmas letter.

I feel like just bashing my head on the keyboard and hitting "print" and being done with it.


This year wasn't that exciting. We didn't do a lot of "exciting stuff" we just hung out at home, and spent a lot of time together as a family.

Mash head on keyboard. Hit print.












And don't forget to visit The Coffee Clutch if you haven't already! Everyone is welcome!

The new board

The Coffee Clutch

Come on over...

And because I can't eat

A recipe for you all.

Ricotta cakes.
Makes about 4

1 cup of fruit (I use diced mango, or banana, or berries of all types or canned apple usually)
2 eggs, beaten
3 teaspoons of sugar
1 250gm (1/2lb) tub of smooth light ricotta
1 teaspoon of lemon juice
Plain yoghurt to serve

Throw everything together, stir, and spoon into a lined muffin pan.

Cook on a medium heat till the tops are brown. Serve while still warm with the yoghurt.

Yum.

Sick as a dog

I swear...I must be at lest 5kg lighter.

The nausea that I just assumed was the hormones from getting back on the pill turns out to be a nasty stomach virus.

I have been chained to the toilet all afternoon.

Ass-plosion city.

I would have to get sick today, wouldn't I?

Oh, and my "baby boy" just brought me a cup of tea. Just the way I like it. He is such a good boy.

Dude. I snorted. Farted, then snorted again.

I really did!

Posted by B.
Why is it that when people have been successful at something ie: losing weight with the band, they become the judge and jury of any person who is now coming up behind them. They seem to self proclaim themselves as 'better' than the 'others', in an elite group and in some instances more virtuous than the rest of us. What makes succeeding in weight loss the holy grail, and thus the people who achieve it more perfect, more intelligent and more entitled to an opinion? In my opinion it appears to have made people more obnoxious and self rightious,not to mention condescending.
But as I have not yet attained the 'holy-weight-loss-I-am-without-fault-and-know-everything' badge my opinion probably doesn't count.

I had to laugh. So I did. Then the kid came over read the post, and laughed. Then we looked at each other and collapsed in fits of laughter.

My little smart ass said "Mum, you were always like that, losing weight didn't cause it... You were always obnoxious, self-righteous and condescending"

I so needed that this afternoon.

And while I was looking for something important on my removable HD, I was side tracked by crap that I have collected over my time online. I found this, and thought of my "Girls"



You know what you all mean to me ((Hugs, kisses and pink ponies))

Oh, I still haven't found the document I was looking for. LMAO

I have been meaning to post this for a while...

Moroccan Chick Peas

1 can of plain diced tomatoes
1 can of Moroccan flavoured tomatoes (in Oz you get them in Woolies, if you can't get them, a tablespoon Moroccan spice will do)
1 can of chick peas
1 tablespoon of olive oil
1 large onion
2 cloves of garlic
250gm Sweet potato
250gm of zucchini
2 carrots
1/2 cup of sultana's
1 cup of couscous


To save time, I dice the sweet potato, cut the zucchini and onion, and steam them in the microwave.

Then, I dice the onion and garlic and sauté in the olive oil. When the onion is a nice brown colour, I tip in the tins of tomatoes (and spices if needed) and chick pea's. By now the carrot, zucchini and sweet potato are done, throw them all in the pot with the tomatoes, throw in the sultanas, and stir in.

Prepare the couscous to packet direction (you could also use brown rice) and when the couscous is done, dinner is ready!

I love this recipe, because it is really yummy, and takes a total of about 10 minutes to prepare, and 5 to cook. And when I have carnivorous dinner guests, I leave in the chick pea's, but add some diced lamb, chicken or beef. Everyone loves it!

Self doubt, and my DH (and the kid's school photo)

Before DH left for work, we were talking about the GC Marathon. I told him, I don't really know if I can do this. I mean, I am fit, but I will be running for up to 4.5 hours straight. I just don't know...

(This is why I won't be trading him in any time soon ladies) He said that I had run a marathon over the last three years anyway (referring to my weight loss, and everything I have achieved) Why was I worried about 1 day. Not even a day. 4 hours. He told me I am stronger than that, and if I *want* to do it. It will happen.

I burst into (happy) tears and just hugged that man so tight. He has such faith in me. It was all I needed to hear. He will be standing beside me.

When I met DS at the school gate (he is almost a "man" and doesn't like to be picked up at his class now) he had his school photos in hand.



I had to fix the colour. I can't say that I am impressed with the overexposure, the crap on the lens (you can see a speck of something that was on the lens), or the expression. They must have just snapped one or two clicks. Lazy sods. I paid $30 for that. Sigh. Only 4 week of school to go...

Day 1

It has me "resting".

How fucking weird is that? I am glad I managed to get 8km in yesterday, because I would have felt so slack if I hadn't. Although I did manage to get DH's walk up to a nice clip, and we did walk a good 5km. So it's not like I spent the morning on my ass or anything.

It has me running 50 minutes tomorrow. No set distance, just 50 minutes.

I give this a go for a few weeks, and see if it truly is a challenge. Because if it's not, I am sure there are a dozen more guides to running a marathon out there.

I'm not crazy.... Am I?

I spent the best part of an hour last night pouring over the Gold Coast Airport Marathon web site....

I think I'd love to do the 2008 GCA Marathon.

Training plan

I don't think that at my current level of fitness it is totally insane, I think it will be work, but not insane.

The plan has you starting in February, but I think that if I was to start now (ish) I would have a really good feel for my ability to cope with 42.2km. And if I feel I can't cope, there's always the half, or the 10km. So the training won't be in vain.

Running is not glamorous!

And whoever said it was is a LIAR!

This is as good as it gets. Looking slightly crazy, frizzy hair, red face, sweaty, stinky (you can't see that one, but trust me, if *I* can smell me...), tired, exhausted, thrilled, happy and thoroughly satisfied (after 8km).



I am trying to get my daily run up to 8km. This week, I ran 6km Monday - Thursday and today I ran 8km. So I shall see how it goes.

So this is the plan for the week starting Monday 19th of November;

Monday 5km
Tuesday 8km
Wednesday 6km
Thursday 6km
Friday 8km
Weekend, if I feel up to it, an 8 or 10km

Then the week starting Monday 26th November

Monday 6km
Tuesday 8km
Wednesday 6km
Thursday 8km
Friday 7km

Weekend, again, only if I feel up to it, an 8 or 10km

Week starting 3rd December

Monday 8km
Tuesday 7km
Wednesday 8km
Thursday 8km
Friday 8km

Weekend, repeat the above

Week starting 10th December

Monday to Friday 8km daily.

Well, that's the plan anyway.

It's raining again....

We have been in drought for so long, that whenever it rains, I stop and watch the rain... It really is beautiful. Stunning, really.


Anyway, I tried to do our Christmas photos last night. But my backlight decided it was going to blow a bulb. Then it blew the spare... So no backlight. Fucker.

So DH, and DS's hair looks good (being a blond and fair brunette) But me and my close to black hair... It blends into my navy backdrop.

A couple of things I have noticed

In general....


#1 People are not honest with themselves.

Lie to me all you want. Just be honest with YOU. You will get NOWHERE if you are not honest with yourself, and hold yourself accountable for your own actions. They are your own. Embrace them. They are yours. And if you can't your fucked. Simple as that.

#2 I am not a clairvoyant.

Just because I have lost all my weight, doesn't mean that when I got to goal weight someone just appeared out of nowhere and handed me a crystal ball and said "Now you have the power to know if everyone you come in contact with will lose weight!" Not so. I don't have a fucking clue if you will get to goal. I have even less of an idea of what you will l look like when you get there. And No. I don't know if you will need reconstructive surgery. I didn't go to medical school. My only experence with medical type things is in the field of being a patient.

#3 I'm not nice.

Yep. I don't actually care what you do or where you end up if you don't. If you are not interested in fixing your own situation, I am not interested in helping you. Simple. I just don't have time to deal with wankers who sort of, kind of want to lose weight, but not badly enough to do anything beyond getting the band (forget exercise or actually changing their diet! God forbid!)

#4 I am slightly obsessed with running.

Not really a bad thing. Just an observation.

#5 I don't like being called skinny.

I fucking hate it. It grates. Even when it's said with no malice, I still hate it. Skinny implies ill health, and that couldn't be further from the truth. Simple as that. Nothing deep seated, nothing deeper than that. I just don't like what the word implies.

#6 I eat more than most.

Who came up with this 1/4th of a cup bullshit? I would fucking starve to death on 1/4th of a cup. I am eating a muesli bar as I type this (wipes crumbs off keyboard) I eat roughly 1 to 1.5 cups at a sitting, at least 3 x a day. Granted, I am totally unfilled, but fuck... Who the hell can get all the nutrition they NEED on 3x 1/4 th of a cup a day? It actually smacks of anorexic behaviour to me. One extreme to another.

#7 People don't go to doctors for a medical opinion, they go to LBT.

This strikes me as really, really fucking strange. Why the fuck would they ask a bunch of faceless strangers who have no medical training at all, for a medical opinion? Is it because the faceless strangers tell them what they want to hear? Or is it because they really are that fucking stupid that they think that the stranger on the internet knows more than a doctor who trained for close to a decade?

/rant

2008

Being that we are close to mid way through November, I thought it was time to start thinking about what I want out of 2008.

On the running front, I am thinking at this stage that I would like to be in these runs;

The Mother's Day Classic (May) The 4km if I can get the DH and kid running, the 8km if it's just me
Ipswich Park2Park (June) 10km
Bridge to Brisbane (June)the 8km... maybe... It was a huge clusterfuck this year...
Gold Coast Half Marathon (July) or the 10km depending on my knee
A run in August if there is one, maybe just a 5km, depending on what's on. I haven't found anything yet
The Bridge Bash (September) I think it's an 8km?
The Jacaranda Festival Run (October) 10km

DS will be in year 6 next year (scary shit, my baby is almost in high school) and he is needing more an more support in terms of school, and general guidance. Just the usual parenting shit, but it appears he needs more and more from me as he gets older. So I can't go back to work full time yet, but I am planning a bit of freelance work for next year. I already have a wedding booked for the 2nd of Feb, and I have a couple of people wanting family shit done, so we will see what happens there.

We are going to need to build a Granny flat for MIL this year. FIL is getting to the stage where she will be unable to look after him, and will have to put him in a care facility, if he doesn't leave us first.

Either way, she is coming to live with us. We live in a high set house, so building in under the house will be perfect for her. She can have her privacy, and we can have ours. So I am going to have to get cracking on that before t he new year, get quotes and prices.. Fun. At least it wont be as intrusive as when we had work done earlier this year. We had builders in the house every day. They will just be downstairs this time.

I do plan on going back to church. In Australia we have the Uniting Church, it's what was the Methodist and Presbyterian church. They united in the 70's, doing away with the Metho's and Presby's.

Anyway, that is the church I was married in, and had DS baptised but of late I haven't been impressed with the politics within the church, and less than impressed with their choice of ministers (One of DH's nieces is about to become our local minister, and she is the last fucking person I would go to for spiritual guidance!) and even less impressed with the (lack of) support they are offering the kids in the church.

So I am giving very, very serious consideration to converting to Catholicism. My IL's all have the horrors about this, but fuck 'em. They just don't want DH to convert too. They don't give a shit about me, or DS. To them it looks bad to have so many ministers in the family, then have my DH convert.

The local catholic church seems like it has a real community feel about it, lots of support for the kiddo's, ladies groups, and family events all the time. I guess that's what I am looking for, aside from the spiritual aspect, a community.

I don't know yet. I guess I need to put some prayer into it, and talk it all out with DH.

I am SO in love

With my Nano.

Best fucking thing I ever did was kill my shuffle (apparently they don't like water. Who knew?)

I only ended up getting the 4gig model in silver, because I am cheap. But golly. The best $200 I have spent in a while.

I am going out Monday morning for the Nike + thingo to go in my shoe (I am in Nike Air Structure Trax+10's that take the iPod receiver)

What's funny though, is no one has the arm bands for them, or the covers!! I am fucking pissed. Because the first thing the kid did when he touched it was dropped it denting the fucker. I am not pissed at the kid, because, lets face it, it will be his when I upgrade to the 8gig model in that funky purple colour I have decided I want, but pissed at the shops I tried to buy the cover and armband at. Fuckers. How dare they not have what I want, when I want it?

Do they not know who I am?

Do *I* know who I am?

What is the meaning of life?




























Running! ROFLMAO

So, why DO I run?

I got asked "Why do you run?" today. Being the sarcastic cunt I am, I said that I enjoy being ogled by lecherous truck and taxi drivers.


But, really. Why DO I run?

I love the way I finally have control of my body. I am strong enough to do it, physically and mentally (it does take mental strength, believe it or not) and the way I feel after a good long run is second only to an orgasm.

While out for my run tonight (in the rain no less)

I realised something.

I am an amazing, strong, smart, beautiful, funny woman, who is a fantastic mother, fab wife & lover, caring daughter and daughter in law, thoughtful sister and sister in law, wonderful auntie and an all round good person.

I fucking ROCK!

Re open my blog?

I have had quite a few requests from people to be added to my blogs viewers list. I am considering just reopening it, and fuck the assholes who make negative comments, right?

What do you think?

ROFLMAO

I NEED to go do some work... But before I do.

I present to you, my new "Before and After" photos





Mature? No. Funny? Absolutely!

A busy weekend!!

Wow, being mum to 4 kids between the ages of 12 and 9 is HARD work!

The weekend with my SIL's boys went off without incident. They had a fantastic time going swimming, playing on the playstation, watching DVD's and decorating Christmas baubles.

It was non stop cleaning, feeding and driving. I have the utmost respect for anyone with more than one kid. I don't know how you all do that day in and day out.


They did help me put up the Christmas tree, and it looks amazing. I snapped a few pics of them. the focus isn't brilliant, I couldn't find my glasses, and it LOOKED like I had the focus right, and there is a lot of noise due to the ISO being up too high. So I am not happy with them, but the kids looked cute, my backdrop looked fab (the smurf hands were worth it) and my tree looks beautiful...


Mr Almost 13


Mr Just - Turned 11


My DS (He's not stoned, I swear, he just looks like it after swimming all day)


Mr Almost 10

The one's I got of all of them together were pure shit. So there is not point in posting them, lets just say, fab pose, cute kid's but shit focus and light.

I do plan on doing some Christmas photo's of our family, BIL and SIL's family and MIL & FIL and putting them in a 3 cell frame and having each of the families hold a letter of the word "Joy" or maybe "Peace Hope and Love" I have decided yet, and it depends on what I can come up with.

Humm.

I think I lost my temper because people like Bella from LBT are justifying their weight (which is a okay with me, be what you wanna be, and be happy with it) by saying my weight is too skinny. Or anything under their weight is too skinny.

It's just really pissing me off.

Ahh!

I think I have found one of my admirers!

Hello Marissa!

You really are a dog with a bone, aren't you?

I think I have had enough

Apparently, saying overweight is disgusting is a very, very bad thing that will get you flamed, and warned, but saying thin is disgusting is perfectly fine.

Nice, huh?

Edit. Yep. Fuck them all in the eye.

I really hope that none of them get to a point in their weight loss journey where they are called bony, skinny, anorexic, disgusting, or get told they look like a 12 year old boy...

Does this look like a 12 year old bony, anorexic boy to you?



I am done.

((Sigh))

Ever get to the point in a project where you just wanna cry, and give up?

Yeah. That's where I am.

I spent 4 hours painting, and this is all I have done.




I am only, maybe, half way done.


Oh, and the sadistic prick who invented lattice needs a swift kick in the balls.

Not doing that again in a hurry!

A couple of months ago, I decided that I needed a navy blue backdrop for my photography.

So I brought some calico, and some dye, and I put it on the "to do" pile.

I finally got around to dying the fabric today. Oh. My.

Never, ever again will I go through that to save a few bucks. I am just going to buy the fabric in the required colour from now on. Don't get me wrong, it looks fab, and I can't wait to use it, but the hassle!! Not to mention the blue hands (despite gloves) and blue feet!

Now I just have to wait for my star filter to come ($50+ in photographic stores, $14 on eBay, for how often I will use it, I went with the cheap eBay option), and I am all set for Christmas photos!!

I think I have been banned

From Lapband Talk.

I cant get on. Isn't that interesting?

Edit; So, apparently I wasn't the only one! And LBT is back up from what I can only assume was a crash.

I do have to wonder

What I am saying or doing to give people the impression that skinny = good.

I would honestly like to know if I am giving off some "vibe" that gives people the impression that I judging them. I am not. Honestly. Be what you want to be, and be happy with it.

All I ask for is that in return for me not passing judgement on you, that you do the same for me (as a Christian, I believe in the whole Let he who is without sin cast the first stone thing, so I try really, really hard in my daily life NOT to judge, and weight is no exception to that)

So, If I don't say.. For instance (this is what I am being accused of) that "You are selling yourself short by not trying to weigh 32lbs, and be a size -000"

You (general you) don't say "107lbs / size 0 to 2 is sickly, and scrawny, and I would never want to weight that little"

Because as much as overweight people don't like being called fat, I don't like being called skinny, and having my habits called into question.

Mmmkay?

Um, how red was I?

MIL and I were buying coffee to take home to DH after his trip to the dentist (that even with private cover that covered well over 3/4th of the cost still cost us just under $500.. I almost DIED)

Anyway, we are waiting on the coffee, and this old guy walks past MIL and I who are standing near the coffee machine, waiting for the barista to be done making our coffee, he says good afternoon to MIL and he engages her in some small talk that I kind of tuned out till I heard this;

MIL; It's hot, isn't it?

Old Guy; I wasn't thinking about the heat till I walked past her (pointing to me) She's HOT. You have a very beautiful daughter.

MIL, ever the trooper, says, "yes, I do, thank you! My son is very lucky to be married to her"

We took our coffee (the barista had awesome timing) and left.

I had no freaking idea what to say. Thank God for MIL. She protected me from the old pervert!

Brave

Being brave is not being unafraid of doing something. It's being afraid, but taking a deep breath, and doing it anyway.

My wonderful husband showed me this today. My brave husband.

Is this a good idea?

I am just so sick of Windoze, that I am giving Linux a try.

I am going to install it on the half dead laptop, so it won't matter if I screw anything up.

What I *really* want is an iMac. I am still a little gun shy after last years debacle, but I am willing to forgive and forget if all goes well when I order this time.... And I think I will wait till the new OS is out next month (I think it comes out next month?)

But for the mean time... Ubuntu it is. For the crappy laptop. Just so I can compare Windoze to Linux.

I fixed it!!

Nudie before & after

So there they are. Me in all my glory. Oh, yeah, if you are offended by tities, or obesity, don't click the link. I hate that I have to be so PC about shit. Dammit. Oh, and read the disclaimer to the right. Thanks.

Dear Teena

Regarding your comment;

Teena has left a new comment on your post "What the fuck?":

I am SO jealous of you. Your not UGLY. I have a band, and I am getting it taken out this weekend. :( I just can't tolerate it. ALTHOUGH I do have to say something. It is a DARN SHAME, that someone like yourself, went from being GROSS and FAT to BEAUTIFUL and HEALTHY, and has a mouth as nasty as yours!!! The language you speak it NOT pretty, its UGLY!!! My email address is sonnyzbrat@aol.com

It's not actually my mouth that is nasty, so much as my fingers, given I type with my fingers, and not my mouth. I am not too sure how one would type with their mouth. If you know how this is achieved, please do let me know.

And I am so very sorry that your experience has left you so bitter that you must refer to me as "gross, and fat" as someone who I can only assume is overweight herself, you should know better than to call names. Glass houses and all that jazz.

Love Sam.

Happy Birthday dear niece!

We went along to my niece's 7th birthday party yesterday.

The Birthday girl


With DS


Please note the clever use of toes as a lolly pop holder


More of the Birthday Gril




And a couple of nights ago, DS and I were mucking around with out cameras while DH was picking up a bus (we have to amuse ourselves somehow!)






Yes.. DS is wearing the same shirt in both photos. It is his favourite (it says "Cheer up, emo kid", sarcastic little fucker loves it I have had to wash it nightly so he could wear it every day over the long weekend).

All I want for Christmas is...

An Opera subscription.

It's in my BLOOD! I am so in love with the feeling of the theatre.

This year The Barber of Seville, The Magic Flute and Turandot will all be on at the Queensland Performing Arts Centre, and I wanna go (stamps foot, pouts and folds arms under breasts... Hoping that this will attract DH's attention to said boobies, and he will cave in, and buy me the expensive box seats I want)

I am taking MIL to see the Nutcracker for Christmas (performed by the Queensland Ballet company) And we are going to take Jr to see Les Ballets Grandiva - Men in Tutus on the 31st (if I can still get tickets at this late date) So it's not like I am totally without culture if I don't get my opera subscription... But I want it! I need it!!

So? What do you all want for Christmas?

And what are your charitable acts this year?

I have in the works Operation Christmas Child
and we always do the Target wishing tree (DS picks out a boy toy, and a girl toy for a child of his age group, and we do baby clothes in both boy and girl, and nappies) and we will all (hopefully DH too this year) will be working in the kitchen at the church's Christmas Eve dinner for the homeless and lonely.

All that said... Is it too early to put the tree up? I have some fab new decorations for the tree this year (gold ribbons and sleigh bells with my clear lights... I can't wait to see how it looks!)

Off to camp!

My baby boy went off to school camp on Wednesday.



Mr Independent. He wouldn't let us help him!










And what I slaved over a hot shopping centre to buy. A raw silk black and white Leona Edminston designs dress, with a black crop cardi, and my drop side kitten heels. I looked a million bucks, and felt a million more.



DH and I spent Thursday night at the Novatel in Brisbane. We had dinner at "our" special place, and desert in the hotel room.

When the ladies at the reception desk found out that the reason for our stay was our anniversary, the sent up a cheese platter, and a card wishing us a happy anniversary. It was very sweet.

DS came home today, all sunburned (I did send along sunscreen, I doubt it was used looking at the burn he got) tired, and happy to see us. We were delighted to see him too. Our baby is home!!

Gulp. Here they are!

Not for long, I think... I am having second thoughts as I post this.

Sometime in 2003 - 2004, pretty close to my high weight. My ass, gut and thighs were GIGANTIC. Not to mention the tits that were the size of my HEAD.



And now. Sad deflated breasts, and hang-y thighs. Other than that, I look pretty dammed good for someone who has lost the sort of weight I have.




Yes, well, apparently the photos of me were PORN. And PhotoBucket doesn't approve of porn. Who'd have thought? Me a porn star!!

Hoy crap! It came!!

The cheque finally came! I almost fainted! I had given up hope, and was already thinking about the very strongly worded email I was going to send. But it came!!

I banked that sucker the second it came in.

Was the whole shebang worth what I was paid? Yes and no. I think I would have helped at least a few people. Inspired someone. But I really did lay myself bare, and as a result I copped quite a bit of abuse. No amount of money is going to make up for that. But knowing I helped someone. Anyone, makes it worth it.

Would I do it again? Maybe not. I don't know. Maybe in a couple of months I will think differently, but for now, I don't think I would do it again.

Something interesting I did find on an old hard drive today was a photo of me, nude at pretty darn close to my highest weight. After I found that, I stripped off, and took a photo of me now. Holy crap AGAIN!! I can't believe that I was that big. But I must have been. It was me. Wasn't it?

If I was braver, I would post the tits out nudie shots, because it really is a fantastic illustration of just how much I have lost. I will think about it.

BMI - In photos

I thought this was very cool. It catalogues women, and their BMI's. Some of the women who are "overweight" look normal to me. And some of the "normal" look underweight.

I wonder if that has something to do with the fact that we are fatter as a society than we ever were, and "overweight" looks normal to us?

Anyway, the link;

BMI in photos

What the fuck?

I got told *again* that I am ugly. For the love of God people. I don't fucking care!

If I was that butt ugly that I wasn't getting any penis, or that I scared small children, or made old ladies faint, maybe I would.

But I honestly don't give a flying fuck that I am not "Hollywood" beautiful! It doesn't hurt to be told that by a faceless stranger on the internet. Someone who is so consumed with jealousy that they are firing off the only insult that they think will work.

You are wasting your time numb nuts.

I dare you to post your photo so we can see how classically beautiful you are. I bet you don't.

Home again, home again

Jigity jig.


We took DS's cousin home last night. He was missing his family, and I was missing my privacy. The child seriously doesn't know what a closed door is.

Anyway, we have to get DS ready for camp on Wednesday. Yes, that is right, he will be back at school after the holidays for 2 whole days before going off to a school camp. I think I will enjoy some "me" time after the holidays.

I plan on dropping him off, and seeing the camp bus off, then shopping all day on Wednesday.

DH and I will be going out to dinner on Thursday, and staying at the Royal on the Park again (it's our 10th anniversary on the 13th of December, we are celebrating a bit early, but we won't get time closer to the date)

I hit the Clinique counter this week, and brought a new face of summer make up.



Almost makeup foundation in very fair, colour Surge eye shadow in beige shimmer and plum (I know!! Plum? But it looks great) Cream shaper for eyes (eyeliner) in brown sugar, and naturally glossy mascara in jet black. And finally, colour surge lippy in pink bamboo. Over all, the look is very natural! I love it!!

The consultant showed me a khaki eye shadow that I wasn't quite sure of, but I think I will go back for it. The plum is something I never thought I would like, let alone LOVE, and if she was right about that.... And I will need a slightly more dramatic eye colour for night time, so, maybe I just have to jump out of my comfort zone of browns and neutrals.