James's 3rd Birthday!

I've Moved!

My blog has moved! Head on over to, http://chaoticallyme.worpress.com though there are only 3 extra posts at present....lol...but an improvement on zero? right?

Oh When Will They Learn?

Mind reading is a must when hoping to successfully interract with a female on a regular and stress free basis.......its a fact people!!

I'm sick (and no not that kind of sick....2 weeks is almost up and there is no F*&^ moment on the way). I'm not certain if its the flu (achey all over, head aches etc. etc.....feel like I might flop into a pile and never get up)....or possibly that the ear infection that has been threatening to hit each time I get the sniffles has finally weasled its way in.

Anywho.

Whilst driving to pick Mitch up I invisaged him saying "Oh honey you look terrible. Don't worry about dinner you just go and climb into bed."

I was so far from wrong!

"So what's for dinner?", "Get Adam a bag to put that nappy in", "What do you mean we don't have any plastic bags? Are you not shopping anymore? Jen you HAVE to make sure these kinds of things are kept in the house"....and again...."So what's for dinner?" and "When will it be ready?"

I was rather unreasonable....he hadn't the foggiest idea why I was sulking like a 4 year old (I helped Adam fine tune his skills)...

....we had an argument...

....he told me if I were his friend and not his wife we wouldn't be friends anymore....oh and that I need to learn how to talk to people...


....probably all deserved but STILL!!! He should have known damnit! All the clues were there, "Man I feel like shit", "I just want to fall into bed", "uuurgh I don't wanna move"......


He's just gone to get himself fast food for dinner.

Oh F#@!

I may never need to tell you why its a big fat F#@! but just incase I do need to discuss this in ooooh about 2 weeks time, this post marks the point in time when I realised there may be an OH F#@! moment on the way.

Confused Much?

More Content Inspiring Questions Please ;)

Keep the questions coming!

I'm thinking maybe I need to start participating in a meme of some sort again.....hmmm.....I feel like such a lemming doing so though.....(no offence intended to anyone who meme's with the best of them...I'm sure you blog's are far more interesting then mine at the moment ;)

If I manage to convince the family to contribute to my camera fund then I'll probably start doing Saturday Photo Hunt's again.....if not....well....our camera is so freaking dodge its an embarrassment to all blogging kind publishing such filth!


The other downside of rejoining a meme is that I'll then have to look at and comment on other people's meme entries......which I'm completely slack at! But then I end up feeling crappy if I don't get comments on mine.....but then just to make it even worse if I DO get responses then I assume they only turned up in return for my commenting on them and then I feel crappy once more.......so you see I can't win...and the participants can't win as I'll either be shitty no one came or analyse their reasoning for coming if they do...

....see the fucked up way my mind works? nothing is straight forward....I swear it is the most annoying thing about my head....and yes I tell my head that it is annoying me.....but then I start analysing my reasons for getting shirty with my mind which honestly can't be a healthy thing and tell myself off for a) talking to my "head/mind" as a seperate entity and b) being mean to it.


ah yes....never fear....crazy's here.

Forever Anonymous Lurker's 2nd Question

Forever anonymous lurker said........ Hey!! I've got another one, and I think you will enjoy coming up with an answer for this one.

Why is it... that in all the news articles these days they seems to use the word 'panty' or 'panties', instead of 'underwear'?

Examples: "Our belief is the suspect in this case left these panties there either to taunt the police...", "Authorities say panties found near body of Brianna Denison", "The victim was found face-down with her panties around her ankles by police earlier this morning"

OK, I'm sure you get the point!

Do the author's think it makes the story grande by using a more sexual word??

I apologise now for the slim chance that you will get your panties in a twist whilst coming up with a reply ;-).

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I'm going to be a tad lazy and copy an exerpt from the wikipedia article for "panties".

"Panties (in the USA) or Knickers (in the UK and Commonwealth) are a form of underwear, usually light and snug-fitting, designed to be worn by women or girls in the area directly below the waist. Typical components include a waistband (often elastic), a crotch to cover the genital area (usually lined with absorbent material such as cotton), and a pair of leg openings (also often elastic). They have either no legs or in some cases very short ones. The term is usually used in the plural -- a single unit is a "pair of panties" -- though the singular "panty" is used in such derivatives as "panty liner".

I think you've probably hit the nail on the head, journalists using "panties" instead of "underwear" for sensationalist value.

My concern is....are you quoting an Australian news story/ies or American? If Australian then I guess this is just one thread in the web of proof that Australians are losing all sense of national identity and we are indeed gradually becoming the 51st State of America.

Gemma's question

Gemma said........

Ok dammit.... If you were a wall what wall would you want to be?

Now this assumes you can hear and remember every dirty little secret said near you.

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It's a toss up between a really busy legal brothel, a really busy police station in a hugely crime ridden city or a wall in a dingy prison in Thailand (or the like)! You'd never be bored and I'd love to see how much that is portrayed in media is truth and discover things that we don't hear about? The brothel....well I'd never step foot in one but I'm facinated by the whole thing (not really even on a sexual level.....more curiosity getting the better of me).

One things for sure...I'm certain I'd never be bored.

Renewed Invitation for Interrogation

Keep 'em coming!

Ask me anything....anything at all!!!

All welcome (you un-named persons lurking around every now and again....yes I see you!!!).....and my 3 regulars you are welcome to as many questions as you like!

Give me something to blog about!!!!!

Forever Anonymous Lurker's Question

Forever anonymous lurker said........ Will 'Mummy B' cope OK with the strain of looking after all the little ones (+ the big one), and then going off to do night-filling? Just how many nights a week does 'Mummy B' plan on working when she does start?

-- The always concerned friend :-)


I suppose the point to be made is that regardless of how I will cope our current financial situation requires me to work. If I had qualifications of any sort and a career path in mind then ideally I'd be working full/part time and earning enough money to put the kids in childcare. That however is not an option as you know :) So I'll just have to make do I guess! My mother-in-law wants to stop the weekly cleaning after Easter so we'll be down $50 a week (the only money I have been earning for the past couple of years) so I need to make that up at the very least.

I have no idea how my shifts will work. She did tell me they only offer 3 hourly shifts as they find people become unproductive after that point. They have night fill 4 nights of the week....if offered I'll work all 4 nights if not I'll take what I can get.

Mitch has said that he'll help out when I'm working. I am almost positive I will be coming home however to him having fed the kids dinner (most likely tacos....quick...easy ;) but he'll make a huge mess in the kitchen doing it and I'll be cleaning up the kitchen and doing the washing up before bed........but I will attempt to stay calm on this front as at least he will have fed them and made an effort...


*hugs* thanks for the concern!

Sherdie's Question

Sherd said........ If you could live anywhere in the world, where would you live, and why?

hmmm....good question. At certain times I have and I'm sure in the future will be 100% set on living in a certain location. However at the moment there are several different places that sound terribly appealing to me...

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Japan - Mitch and I both have a deep desire to return to Japan! The last time we were there was in 1998 (oh dear I just realised that was 10 years ago!) and we have dreamed up ways of getting back there since we were married.


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England - Call it the english blood pumping through my veins or perhaps my obsessive love for brittish television (which is probably due to the english blood thing so not really a second option at all....hmmm) or perhaps I've just read one too many books by Ben Elton and J K Rowling......

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Europe - perhaps more of a "if only I could pack up and travel around Europe for the next couple of years" rather then a wanting to live there....however I do have this probably completely "based on fiction" ideal of living with an Italian family with the plump motherly one who's brash, pushy and pumps out a spread of all my droolingly delicious favourite Italian foods several times a day! Maybe its just a food thing?

An Invitation

I'm fresh outta things to talk about at the moment so here is an open invitation to those still popping by my blog (or those stopping by for the first time :)

Ask me anything....anything at all. Remain anonymous if you'd prefer.

It can be related to anything! Any personal questions you've been wondering about (seriously anything), things from my past you'd like to be filled in on, my opinion on a certain topic, my opinion on you, my opinion on anything really.

Deep and meaningful or flighty and irrelevant....

All questions welcome and will be answered!

Go for it....go on....NOW!!!

Photos from last night's dinner

Last night we had my Mum, Dad and sister over for a BBQ. My sister was down from Mackay for the weekend and "kid-free" so it was lovely having her company!

Grandma drawing pictures with Alex and Adam (yes my mum brought a trashy romance novel with her....she's read them all my life....in fact sneaking a read of them constituted almost all of my early "sex-education".....warped view much?)

Grandpa cuddling James

Grandpa cuddling Adam

Grandpa cuddling Alex

Alex snuck a photo in of his bike

Dickhead bank

We had a security concern on our credit card (an odd amount was attempted to be taken out 4 times over a period of days). I asked them to cancel the cards. They told me we would receive new cards in the mail within 7 days. Lovely lady, very helpful, we had a chat about the thunder storm in Melbourne at the time.

9 days have passed.

No cards.

No mail has appeared for 3 days in fact.

I called the bank a little concerned that perhaps someone's been pinching our mail? cards included.

Enter the man in the monotone who "um's" an awful lot. (GAAAAWD!)

Leaves me on hold for a little while.

On returning I'm informed that due to the credit card being over its limit we will not be re-issued with cards.

hmmm.....we weren't told that.

"ummmm"

Feeling a little sorry for the mumbling bafoon I jumped in on the back end of the "ummmm" and politely asked, "If the credit card number has changed does that mean the reference number for payments has also changed?"

....."ummmm"....

...."yes the other card has been cancelled...(no shit sherlock)......ummm.....so that reference number won't work anymore"......(brilliant....so where the heck did the $200 I paid onto it this morning fly off to?).

*cogs turning*

I finally break the silence......."so you haven't given us the new card number and the old number won't work?"....."ummm, yeah"

"SO HOW EXACTLY DO WE PAY MONEY BACK ONTO THE CREDIT CARD?"

....."oh....ummm...."


Oh FFS!!



Eventually he was kind enough to give me the new number and I was rather glad to be off the phone to him.

I couldn't be screwed attempting to find out where the $200 I paid this morning ended up I have well and truly had my quota of "umm's" for the day.

dum de dee

I should be making lunches for tomorrow and the washing up definitely needs doing before bed.......but I sooooo don't want to!

Man I wish tantrums still worked.....23 years old is kinda pushing the terrible two's to its extreme though...

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Mitch and I have job interviews tomorrow. His is for a job paying 85, 000 + per year, mine's for a job possibly paying $17 an hour......so lets just say they are on slightly different levels. On the up side my poxy job interview doesn't require a business suit so I've only spent the last hour ironing the shit out of and ensuring every damn thread is in its designated position on one business suit rather then 2. Its a wool suit too so I'm itchy as all hell (allergic to wool for those unaware) but damn does Mitch look schmick in a suit. If it didn't take so much damn work on my part (we can't afford to dry clean it at the moment and its an expensive suit so I've had to put my thinking cap on to keep it looking 100%) I'd want him in one every day regardless of sweltering heat. I wouldn't be able to actually touch him for fear of rashing up.....but what the hell....sometimes you have to make sacrifices!

Photos from 02/02/2008

Our Saturday AFTER Alex realised I was indeed female and not his father speaking rather softly (I can't do "man-voice" loudly). Loads of ice-block bribes and low expectations made it a tolerable day with the boys.

sneaky

I am currently sporting a gruff male "yep" everytime Alex calls out from the bathroom.

I just masculined up my sneeze as I typed that last full stop.


Yes I admit it, I'm pretending to be a man.

Alex hasn't realised that Mitch and I have done a switch-a-roo. I arrived home from soccer sign on 30 minutes ago and Mitch jumped straight in the car and has driven into work.

Alex is having a cool bath and thus hasn't noticed.

He's behaving ridiculously well.....

....clearly this is due to him believing his father to be sitting at the computer and not me.


....God help me when he realises who's really in charge today

oh and whilst cleaning out the car....James found a mug of coffee and drank it all...


.....yep....tonight will be interesting

It began with vomit and ended with poo....oo-ooo-oooo

That was a lie, the poo came first followed by the vomit.....but that wouldn't have sounded as musical....

poo....ooooo-oooo-oooooo-ah-oooo-ah-deee-deee-dooo-ooo-oo


The last two days have brought with them ample amounts of poo......fistfuls, bucketloads, a plethora of pooooooooooo.

If any teenager is contemplating having a sweet little baby (no judgements here by the way, I've been there....done that)....I know that people around you warn you how hard it is....and you listen a little....but really...whatever...
....if all the other reasoning means squat....please.....take a journey with me in my wonderful world of poo (a little like the "wonderful world of disney" only there are significantly less musical numbers).

I awoke to the sweet twitterings of tiny tots....once the grogginess cleared the words became clearer, "ahahahaaa, MUMMY!! James climbed out of his cot and there's poo falling out of his nappy!"....."It's a really yucky one" (thanks for adding that last bit Adam but was there ever any doubt it was going to be a foul stinky sloppy shit smeared from point A to point B, C and Kitchen?). Pajamas, hair, cot sheets, brother's bed sheets, doona covers, carpet, bathroom floor, it had saltanas in it too...maybe corn kernels....too graphic? nah the reality is sooooo much gorier! the childs face, his fingers....I daresay there was some taste testing undertaken.....

After cleaning up Poo mess number one and then driving Mitch to the station we returned home. There was a distict smell....again...

....had I missed a spot?

.....oh no....that would have been too simple....

.....my 4 year old had shat his pants......too old for such a thing you say? yeah your telling me! I wish someone could explain that fact to HIM!!!

.....I won't use this post to outline my frustration and fury over Adam's complete lack of "giving a shit" about....well....."giving a shit" all over his pants every freaking day!!! omg!! AAAARGH!!!! 4 year old shit is big its ugly its stinky and its just WRONG!!!


.........since those two shits.......James has shat in his nappy 4 times (over two days....so not abnormal....little competitive if you ask me....but whatever).....Adam has used the toilet to poo once and had varying degrees of crappy accident 4 times (once in the effing bath).

After school, the boys began fighting right away before had even reversed out of our parking space. So I took them for icecream and we went to the park. Walked through the animal enclosure and then played on the equipment for an hour.

At that point I was thinking "awesome, I've had a semi-successful parenting day today"........

.....drive home...

....Alex says "Mummy I don't feel very well"...

...I say "You'll be right, just grab your school stuff and go have a cool shower".....

....bad move...

....he chucked ALL OVER THE CAR....




........AAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nostalgia

Sifting through the albums of some old MSN Groups I was a part of I came across some old photos of the boys...

Most of them are from Adam's baby-hood as I was most active around that time. Seems appropriate since he's just celebrated his 4th Birthday anyway :)



Alexander in June 2003 (2 years old....little bit older then James now).
Watching T.V whilst in his cot! Alex and I lived with my parents until Mitch and I got married around the time this pic was taken. The cot was in the loungeroom and I slept on the lounge (I had been sneaking out to sleep on the lounge for years prior to this so was accustomed to it).


Alex, Adam and I posing under the mango tree. 06/05/04


Alex and Adam - 05/05/04


naaawww.....Adam was just so damn gorgeous - 07/07/04 (6 months old)


31/07/04





Alex and Adam.....before they fought every second of every day.........


Alex asleep on the lounge with Simba. This was back when we had a front room (before we began fearing it falling down on our heads)....and we actually used our lounge's! (since we had room for them back then...that would be the logical thing to do).


Adam tuckered out after a day of mischief.


Adam at 1 year old.



Alex snuggled up in bed with Blackie and Simba (he was 4 almost 5 in this photo....James had been born a month or so earlier).


Adsy snuggling "doggy" and "bear". Adam was 2 years old in this photo.



James in my belly - 34 weeks'ish. I swear I look 100 times better pregnant then I do normally! If only I could just be pregnant forever without popping out more kids....just maybe a 20 year gestation period?


One of my fave photos from James' baby-hood. James is approximately 1 month old...and Alex is still 4 about to turn 5.




Nostalgia - Life was so much easier and happier in 2004. I don't think I've ever been happier then I was whilst pregnant with Adam and then the year or so after he was born.......blissful! If only I could go back and just live it over and over and over again...