However all went off without a hitch.. everyone was fed, had plenty to drink. Kids were well behaved, band rocked the night away ( Fortunate Sons) awesome.....
But a few trips home of food, presents and all bodies accounted for by my amazing friends, i get home thinking, yeah lets party on with a few more beverages....
But alas, this chicky was ready for a cup of tea and bed.
Lefe begins at 40???? Perhaps tomorrow!!
Saturday, 16 June 2012
Exhausted
Wow, what a week. Finally had the big 40 party. Deuayne and I had a joint party ( 3 days between us), and what a great night and we have some amazing family and friends that we adore and that we realise also, that we are blessed to have in our lives.
But why is having your big event so stressful??? (Well for me anyway).
I was lucky enough to have my gorgeous Aunty visiting from Wagga, who helped me out while I was having the party nervous breakdown. Do I have enough food? Do i have enough plates? Is there enough for the kids to do ( count crayons and bubble containers)??
But all started out well. Say hi to everyone as they walk in ( most you dont see again until they leave or have birthday cake) get yourself a drink since it is your birthday ( miss place drink at least three times).....but wait???? Where is the food that I have ordered to much of....nearly an hour late????
Panic sets in. Already paid for food that has not turned up....think quick..Domino's is across the road..divide 130 people by how many supreme and meatlover pizza's????
But why is having your big event so stressful??? (Well for me anyway).
I was lucky enough to have my gorgeous Aunty visiting from Wagga, who helped me out while I was having the party nervous breakdown. Do I have enough food? Do i have enough plates? Is there enough for the kids to do ( count crayons and bubble containers)??
But all started out well. Say hi to everyone as they walk in ( most you dont see again until they leave or have birthday cake) get yourself a drink since it is your birthday ( miss place drink at least three times).....but wait???? Where is the food that I have ordered to much of....nearly an hour late????
Panic sets in. Already paid for food that has not turned up....think quick..Domino's is across the road..divide 130 people by how many supreme and meatlover pizza's????
Sunday, 3 June 2012
The big 40
So the big 40 is just around the corner and I'm not quite sure how I feel about it????
I have been looking forward to the party side of it as my partner Deuayne is also turning 40 in the same month, so sharing it with him is pretty special.
But what does 40 really bring???? At the moment I feel a little disheartened at the fact that at 40, I really dont have alot behind me..meaning, no house (yet), bonds, investments..things to set up my children, if by some really bad luck, they will need it sooner rather than later.
I have owned a house before, but because of some not so great life decisions, I am renting......which there is nothing wrong with it...but I remember when my Dad was 40...
He and Mum, both worked hard, my brother and i had the 3 bedroom house with pool, in a great street etc..and we went on holidays....but we were never really treated to the materialistic things of the world unless it was a special occasion...like a birthday..not just because you were great at sport that weekend, or got a certificatea t school.
So perhaps life does begin at 40!!! I now have more direction in my life with Deuayne and the kids are so settled...and i see us one day having that golden pot at the end of the rainbow someday...but I realise that for some of us....beginning all over again at this stage in our life is as, or if not more scary than if you were doing it at 21......,
I have been looking forward to the party side of it as my partner Deuayne is also turning 40 in the same month, so sharing it with him is pretty special.
But what does 40 really bring???? At the moment I feel a little disheartened at the fact that at 40, I really dont have alot behind me..meaning, no house (yet), bonds, investments..things to set up my children, if by some really bad luck, they will need it sooner rather than later.
I have owned a house before, but because of some not so great life decisions, I am renting......which there is nothing wrong with it...but I remember when my Dad was 40...
He and Mum, both worked hard, my brother and i had the 3 bedroom house with pool, in a great street etc..and we went on holidays....but we were never really treated to the materialistic things of the world unless it was a special occasion...like a birthday..not just because you were great at sport that weekend, or got a certificatea t school.
So perhaps life does begin at 40!!! I now have more direction in my life with Deuayne and the kids are so settled...and i see us one day having that golden pot at the end of the rainbow someday...but I realise that for some of us....beginning all over again at this stage in our life is as, or if not more scary than if you were doing it at 21......,
Tuesday, 22 May 2012
Rental Inspections..time to spring clean
Yes, I knew it was coming. Every six months I have to have a rental inspection ( as you have figured I don't own my own home).
But am I ready for it???? No, absolutely not. Now there are no holes in the wall, or any broken windows, its just the fact that you realise...Oh my god I really do need to clean the oven again.
So begins the task of washing down finger prints off walls and around light switches, which you knew were there all along, but thought, "I'll do that later", and later does not come until now.
Now of course I have the best landlords in the world, and they are not going to evict me because I have dirty fingerprints on the wall, but why do we put off the things we know are going to take us longer next time.
I even make sure the garage is tidy, and they don't even check in there. But knowing my luck, this is the time they will.
I think I become so fanatical about inspections, is because I used to live with a flatmate who worked in real estate, property management. She would make me so fearful of how things had to be clean, that I'm even washing down tops of the cupboards, and getting rid of my allowed pet out of the backyard, in case they trip over it, or the dog decides to do his business before they come to inspect and then the grass is not clean enough.
But seriously, once said house is cleaned, you think yo yourself, this is how the place should look all the time. Not with the ironing tipped over lounge waited to be seen to, or that football that's been in the kitchen, not in child's room like it should be, is still there.
Is it because we become to complacent, or to busy at work, to tired, running the children around or..
Nah I'll just do it later!!!!!!
But am I ready for it???? No, absolutely not. Now there are no holes in the wall, or any broken windows, its just the fact that you realise...Oh my god I really do need to clean the oven again.
So begins the task of washing down finger prints off walls and around light switches, which you knew were there all along, but thought, "I'll do that later", and later does not come until now.
Now of course I have the best landlords in the world, and they are not going to evict me because I have dirty fingerprints on the wall, but why do we put off the things we know are going to take us longer next time.
I even make sure the garage is tidy, and they don't even check in there. But knowing my luck, this is the time they will.
I think I become so fanatical about inspections, is because I used to live with a flatmate who worked in real estate, property management. She would make me so fearful of how things had to be clean, that I'm even washing down tops of the cupboards, and getting rid of my allowed pet out of the backyard, in case they trip over it, or the dog decides to do his business before they come to inspect and then the grass is not clean enough.
But seriously, once said house is cleaned, you think yo yourself, this is how the place should look all the time. Not with the ironing tipped over lounge waited to be seen to, or that football that's been in the kitchen, not in child's room like it should be, is still there.
Is it because we become to complacent, or to busy at work, to tired, running the children around or..
Nah I'll just do it later!!!!!!
Wednesday, 16 May 2012
leeselou days: Training Mums and Dads.
leeselou days: Training Mums and Dads.: Wow!!!! How chilly was this afternoon..Wednesdays down the footy field, netball, soccer, tennis???? What we do for our kids and their sporti...
Training Mums and Dads.
Wow!!!! How chilly was this afternoon..Wednesdays down the footy field, netball, soccer, tennis???? What we do for our kids and their sporting endevours!!!
I live for these days..catching up with parents on the sidelines while our children do all the hard work. How we as parents complain how cold it is, and why is there only a coffee van on game days, and not when we really need them, on a freezing Wednesday afternoon, that we really need our caffeine or hot chocolate fix.
Do you ever find yourself at the start of the season, sun is shining in the middle of March saying, "what a great day for footy" ( or insert other sports here). As apposed to the middle of the season wishing hopefully for that massive storm front to hit on the Friday before your treasured childs sports day on Saturday, that it unfortunately gets cancelled and you get to spend that all to needed saturday morning in bed, while comforting treasured child, that its ok, they will get to play next week.
I think back to when my own Mum, ( god rest her beautiful artistict soul) who worked full time, drove the Mum taxi to my brothers soccer training, game days, myself to dancing and tennis, whilst she worked full time as a high school teacher. I never realised till recently, that even though I always knew she was an amazing Mum, she really did alot for my brother and I. Its not till you have your own children, do you realise that your Mum, with no complaining at all, went about her beloved Mum duties, while Dad was at work.
I could never understand why my Dad, on my brothers game days, would stand so far away ( sometimes with the opposing team supporters), when my Mum would scream so loud full of support for my brothers soccer team, that I would be embarrassed and go and stand near Dad. I have come to realise, that as Mums ( and more so Dads these days as well), we see the effort put into training, and then on game days it either all comes together, or falls apart, We see you knocked over, drop balls, miss tackles, not get that great ballet leap, and then when it matters, we see it all come together, and we could not be prouder.
We as parents, guardians, grandparents etc live for these days.
I live for these days..catching up with parents on the sidelines while our children do all the hard work. How we as parents complain how cold it is, and why is there only a coffee van on game days, and not when we really need them, on a freezing Wednesday afternoon, that we really need our caffeine or hot chocolate fix.
Do you ever find yourself at the start of the season, sun is shining in the middle of March saying, "what a great day for footy" ( or insert other sports here). As apposed to the middle of the season wishing hopefully for that massive storm front to hit on the Friday before your treasured childs sports day on Saturday, that it unfortunately gets cancelled and you get to spend that all to needed saturday morning in bed, while comforting treasured child, that its ok, they will get to play next week.
I think back to when my own Mum, ( god rest her beautiful artistict soul) who worked full time, drove the Mum taxi to my brothers soccer training, game days, myself to dancing and tennis, whilst she worked full time as a high school teacher. I never realised till recently, that even though I always knew she was an amazing Mum, she really did alot for my brother and I. Its not till you have your own children, do you realise that your Mum, with no complaining at all, went about her beloved Mum duties, while Dad was at work.
I could never understand why my Dad, on my brothers game days, would stand so far away ( sometimes with the opposing team supporters), when my Mum would scream so loud full of support for my brothers soccer team, that I would be embarrassed and go and stand near Dad. I have come to realise, that as Mums ( and more so Dads these days as well), we see the effort put into training, and then on game days it either all comes together, or falls apart, We see you knocked over, drop balls, miss tackles, not get that great ballet leap, and then when it matters, we see it all come together, and we could not be prouder.
We as parents, guardians, grandparents etc live for these days.
Monday, 14 May 2012
leeselou days: Waiting, waiting
leeselou days: Waiting, waiting: Ok so I think I have everything covered, dinner is on, been to the gym, watching the Voice that I taped last night... Did I have lunch yet??...
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