Archive for September, 2010

September 30, 2010

The Five Senses #2

I’m currently smelling … the pear and walnut muffins that are currently baking. I’m not a “baker”, in fact, my idea of “baking” is shaking out of the packaging, mixing and throwing in the oven. Not tonight, tonight I had some overripe pears and decided to substitute them in a gluten/dairy free banana bread recipe I found. Added the walnuts at the last minute. They smell devine.

I’m currently tasting… walnut. You can’t open a packet and try one… or five.

I’m currently seeing… the glow of my vanilla candles mirrored on my Mac screen AND my study notes. Which need my desperate attention.

I’m currently touching…the keyboard, and the occasional touch of my champagne glass.

I’m currently hearing…the dishwasher doing it’s thing as well as Breakfast At Tiffany’s. My ultimate, my favourite, always cheers me up when I am down or sick.

September 30, 2010

This town. My life.

Where I come from, and where I live now, are both beachside suburbs.
Both very popular tourist destinations.

But that is where the similarity ends.

I miss my old “town” – it was always busy, always hectic, it was fast paced and everyone was anonymous.
This town is quiet, and everyone knows everyone else’s business.

I don’t want a first name basis relationship with the mayor.
I am sick of everyone who holds a license, because, they really shouldn’t have one.

I am over being the youngest person in my street by at least 4 decades.

This place is lovely.
It really is.
But, I was born on a rolling stone, and I feel so suffocated.
I need out.

September 25, 2010


I like tattoos.

I don’t like the full sleeves, or the bodies covered in colour.
Each to their own, but it’s not my style.

I have two tattoos.
Both representing my saviours.

I have blogged before about how Aviator and Bratchild saved my life.
My first tattoo is their star sign.
It is on my foot.
That is symbolic for me.
I was ready to walk away, run away, from everything I had ever known, ever wanted.
Until they were born.

My second is representing my family.
It is quite literal
“La Famiglia” across my inner wrist.
Again, this is symbolic for me.
My kids – they continue to save me,
And it was about time I covered up some past mistakes
With a new perspective.

September 25, 2010

I am a little bit emotional and sentimental tonight.

Forgive me?
I will be back to regular rage broadcasting tomorrow

September 25, 2010


It has to be said that I have,

I know all mothers, grandmothers and aunts think the same thing about their child.

Bratchild has transformed,
Almost overnight,
From a bratty, stubborn toddler
To the caring, sweet, innocent child that I fell in love with at first sight.

To hear him tell you he loves you – melts my heart
His hugs.
His smiles.
His kisses.
His mischievousness.
That cheeky grin.
Those amazing eyelashes
And his angelic dimples.

This child is my life.

I love him with all my heart.

Having a child doesn’t mean creating one.
Or giving birth to one.
It is, loving another human being more than you love yourself.
To watch them grow from tiny dependent souls to fully grown adults,
That you helped to nourish, that you helped to teach
That you would give your last breathe for their happiness, their health.

Bratchild, you are my world.

September 25, 2010


Homebound this evening due to mothering duties,
I have a very dear friend stay over to help keep me entertained.

Our planned evening of dinner, cocktails and gossip changed to pyjamas and movie time after a particularly stressful week for the both of us.

Toddler in bed.
Pillows fluffed.
Candles lit.
Flannelettes on.
A duo of beauties sloths.

I have been wanting to watch the movie “Precious” since it’s cinema release.
Finally got around to ordering it on Quickflix.

If you have children.
If you have nieces, nephews, stepkids, grandkids
Any child you hold dear,
DO NOT watch this movie.

Two hours later and I am still pretty affected.
Bratchild woke up partway through the movie and I sat on the couch,
him sleeping on my chest,
feeling him breath,
So close I could hear his heart beating,
And for the millionth time since his birth
I swore that I would never, ever let anything happen to him.

Movies like this one once had no effect on me.
A movie.
A story.
Not real life. Not MY life.

Children change the world.
They change everything you once thought,
Everything you thought you knew.

My world was shaken up and torn apart
by a demon with dimples and curls.
But, I wouldn’t change it for the world.

September 23, 2010

Day Four

Day 04 – A movie that makes you sad

I have seen this movie at least 30 times.

September 21, 2010

Day Three

A movie that makes you really happy

The two most gorgeous actors of the 50’s.
Always makes me smile.

September 20, 2010

Day Two.

Most Underated Movie:

Story of Truman Capote.
Stars Sandra Bullock and Daniel Craig.
Should of been a hit.

September 19, 2010

Day 01.

The best Movie I have seen this year:

Not because it was particularly good.
It was pretty terrible.


It was another chance to see all my favourite characters together on the big screen.
And the shoes were pretty amazing.