What I wore | I am a Librarian

This outfit really didn’t pan out that well and my photographer is losing interest in me as a model {translated as he just wants to take silly face pictures of himself}.  I think this skirt needs to be saved for summer with a tank top or fitted t-shirt, the cardy combined with a past the knee pencil skirt really gives me a Nana look I wasn’t really shooting for.  Hmmpppff.  At least my nails look good!

Wardrobe Wednesday

CARDY: Country Road Merino

SHIRT: Glassons Peter Pan collar blouse

SKIRT: Country Road

SHOES: Sperry Topsiders

Manicure

Holiday | We ate America

Oh we pretty much ate our way around America and it was mah-vellous!  We couldn’t get enough mexican food and even brought Taco Bell seasoning home with us.    Dave and E kicked off the Festival of Eating in Sydney – I guess their motto at this point was “Mama’s not here we can eat what we want!” {who am I kidding – I was just dying to join the party!}.

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The night I arrived in Chicago my flight got in at midnight and we kicked things off good and proper with an impromptu trip to White Castle – the northern equivalent of Krystal Burger, little steamed buns I love you! White_Castle

We had one day to shop in Chicago; so, so sad, but Ethan and Mum managed to eat $15 worth of Frozen Yogurt themselves!

Frozen Yoghurt

Then it was wedding time, and we ate our way around that banging party like champs!  KFC on the wedding party limo on the way TO the reception?  Yes please!  Then there were the four trestle sized tables of dessert;

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Breakfast burritos were on the menu as we headed south.  I can’t tell you how many dreams of Juanita’s breakfast burritos I have had since leaving San Diego – so sad : (

Breakfast Burrito!

Onwards but not necessarily upwards to Chilis.  We love you two-for-one margaritas ALL DAY!  Chicken fajitas and loaded fries

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Loaded Fries

 

We were in fantasy land after all so let’s eat dessert all day long!  Frozen bananas at Disney World and Dippin’ Dots at Sea World

Frozen Bananas

Dippin' Dots

We were in the south so we HAD to eat waffle fries at Chik Fil A who don’t like the gays!

Chick Fil'A

You can get some kick ass FRESH seafood in Florida/Georgia and we made sure to order pretty much everything on the menu when we took Dave’s little sister Sara out for lunch.  I had the crab cake sandwich and Dave had everything.

Seafood!

This little restaurant on the St Mary’s river also had amaze cocktails.  I enjoyed these very much;

Cocktail

Our trip almost over we had one last Mexican feast in Santa Monica, E plowed some Taquitos, Dave had fish tacos and I devoured a chicken burrito.  The 40 oz margaritas were a bit of a struggle but we managed ; )

Taquitos

Chicken Burrito

BIG Magaritas

Some days it’s hard to be a Mummy & other days you were right all along

I started writing a post on Sunday night after a very ‘ordinary’ day.  Don’t judge – this is life people, this is really how I felt, I am a great mother, a fabulous mother even but on Sunday I felt ordinary, acted ordinary and was definitely an ordinary mother;

Monday is so close now that I can almost feel the barrage of ‘hurry’, ‘don’t forget….’, ‘pack this’, get out of the house and don’t return for eight long hours. I do not like this feeling. Today has been a black day.
When I struggle with Dave being away for so long, I feel like a failure, the one-child mummy that couldn’t. As if having an only child doesn’t come with allowances for bad days. Everything is easy with just one right?
I’m not busier with Dave away, I do all the Ethan toting anyway, I’m not doing more chores really, I am cooking more eggs than normal but I can handle that, I’m not lonely – I have my Mum here so adult conversation is never far away. What I am is totally wiped from the massive emotional and attention requirement that Ethan now demands from just one person. That would be me.
I just wanted to run away {from him} screaming today. Far far away and screaming so I couldn’t hear MAMA? for the millionth time in an hour. Here comes the mummy guilt again. E has quite massive OCD tendencies and these manifested all damn day today. One thing after another, beginning with googling how to take care of catfish (this incorporated water temp, filter and pump requirements blah blah blah). He wants a catfish because he is obsessed with River Monsters and the Gooch catfish in India. We are not getting a catfish or a tropical aquarium. We have a perfectly good FREE Minnow type fish called Todd that was gifted to us (complete with tank and pump) just yesterday. Pet fish – check.
This was followed by the everlasting persistent request to move the aforementioned fish tank to the office by his laptop. I wasn’t getting to this fast enough and I was nagged about this relentlessly. The final round of the day was about getting a fishing rod down from the roof of the garage so he could play with it. Again, the nagging this child can inflict is without equal. God sure must love this little try-er.

The point of me even publishing this {I wasn’t going to, it was cathartic enough just to write it} is that today I got the damn fishing rod down from the roof of the garage, I found some hardy pliers and clipped the hook off the tackle, we found a suitable grab-nabber type toy and I tied this onto the sinker.  Ethan had his rod.  He was so happy, grateful and really just plain old dee-lighted to be catching giant catfish in the front yard.

I wondered why this was too hard for me to do on Sunday?  Why I hadn’t given him the 15 minutes it took to get the rod set-up?  Mama guilt.

Ethan played happily with his rod for at least an hour, how rad is my kid, I thought.  He could have been inside watching tv, playing on the computer or his iPod.  He could have been throwing a tantrum.  Oh snap, HE IS THROWING A TANTRUM.

A massive birds nest had snarled his line and oh god the world was ending.  And that was the end of fishing on the front lawn.

I knew there was a reason why I didn’t get that fishing line down on Sunday.

Front_lawn_fishing

Front_lawn_fishing

Vintage finds | Watchmakers Chest

Mum, Ethan and I braved the blustery weather yesterday and headed across the bridge to Junk & Disorderly – hands down the BEST second-hand shop I have ever seen.  I definitely took my time, but I still feel that I would need to spend another hour in there perusing the many aisles and brushing off the dusty relics to be sure I wasn’t missing that ONE amazing piece!

I was looking for a jewellery box as I outgrew my current one many years ago, and I didn’t leave empty handed {surprise surprise}.

Mum found two beautiful old watchmakers chests, lined with deep red velvet and absolutely perfect to re-purpose as a jewellery box.  Each drawer is partitioned, meaning I can finally organise my earrings, rings etc with some sort of separation and PLENTY of room.  Love.

Watchmakers_chest

Friday Love

Thank god it’s Friday.  This week has been challenging; one little drama after another and Ethan misbehaving like a boss EVERY afternoon this week.  He is doing my head in.  Mornings are easy.  He wakes up happy, complies, helps out, goes to school without fussing……..then obviously uses up all of his good behaviour at school and tortures me when he gets home.  Everything in the evening is a battle and it’s wearing me down.  He is generally a really good kid, but his strong willed, independent nature {and perfectionism} makes him a freaking nightmare to parent at the moment.  Sigh.  Poor me and my one kid right?

Cinnamon Pinwheel Scones

Loved getting my bake on for Rugby Prizegiving this week

Dave and I

Loved receiving a thank you card in the mail this week with a surprise pic of Dave and I!  I usually hate every photograph of myself so I was pleased to discover that I didn’t hate this one!

Rugby is over!

As much as I adore Rugby reason, there is always a wee sigh of relief when it is over for the year and we reclaim three days a week!

MNM's for Beakfast

Loving MNM’s for breakfast – just because I can.  And I LOVED every crunchy peanutty bite!

Marley

Just LOVING that little Marley is ok.  We had a terrible scare this week, someone had thrown poisoned beef over our back fence!  Luckily only one of our four dogs ate any, unlucky for Marley he became deathly ill as a result.  He seems to have made a full recovery though.  Nasty people suck.

Golden Cat Pencil Holder

Dave and I LOVE Chinese lucky cats.  This is our second one, he is a ceramic toothbrush holder from Urban Outfitters, but he is too cool to be hidden away in the bathroom so I have moved him to the office to hold pens.  Ta Dah!

Lossnay System Installation!

Pretty damn excited about this scene in our house RIGHT now.  Our Lossnay ventilation system is being installed – no more weeping windows!  Yah.

Afternoon Tea with Ethan

For all of my complaining, there are always lovely moments with Ethan each day, like afternoon tea in the sun yesterday.  Come on Spring – you can do it!

Things I’m Loving is hosted by Meghan at MNM’s

I wholeheartedly believe that no matter what is happening in your life, there is always something you can be thankful for..no matter how simple it is.

Acquisitions | Portmans Colour Block Shift Dress

Ooooohhhh I LOVE this dress.

I rarely go into Portmans but Mum and I were doing the rounds at the mall and I’m so glad we popped in.  I picked up this babein shift dress on sale for $59!  It is so flattering on, does not cling at all and is perfect for evening out a ‘lumpy’ profile.  This is definitely a style to hide the muffin tops!

Run now, Run!

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What I Wore | Denim & Plaid

I have loved wearing this outfit today; slouchy, comfy, casual but perfect for the office.

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Levis_denim_shirt

Wool Plaid Skirt: Max (thrifted)

Levis Denim Shirt: Trade Me $6 (BEST purchase ever…..after my antlers of course)

Braided Coral Belt: Macy’s

Gold crystal ring & earrings: Urban Outfitters

Brogues: Number 1 Shoes

Leather sharks tooth bracelets: Takapuna markets

Silver cuff: Gifted

Pineapple Coconut Goo Cake Recipe

This is a no-good very BAD cake that you shouldn’t make if you are at all concerned with sugar, butter and all of those yummy things.

For the rest of you that like to live and eat cake, I give you this recipe that I discovered in my cousin-in-law’s lovely kitchen in Florida.

I made this as per the instructions however, it is so dang sweet that next time I will halve the sugar in the cake recipe, and divide the whole icing recipe and use a third.  But see what you think,

Pineapple_coconut_cake_recipe

CAKE INGREDIENTS

2 cups flour

2 cups sugar

1 tsp baking powder

1 tsp baking soda

1/8 tsp salt

2 lg eggs

1 430gm can crushed pineapple

1 tsp vanilla

1 cup of chopped pecan {you don’t need this much}

1 cup desiccated coconut

ICING INGREDIENTS

1 cup butter

1 can condensed milk

1 1/2 cups sugar

 1 tsp vanilla

MAKE THE CAKE

  • Preheat the oven to 175°c and flour a 13 x 9 x 2″ baking pan {I used a bundt tin}
  • In large bowl combine flour, sugar, baking powder, baking soda and salt
  • Add eggs, pineapple and vanilla
  • Beat at med speed with electric mixer until combined
  • Bake for 30 min or until fork inserted into centre comes out dry
  • Using a wooden spoon, poke 1/2″ holes in top of cake at 1″ intervals
  • Pour icing over hot cake
  • Sprinkle with chopped pecans and coconut
  • Serve

MAKE THE ICING

  • In a med saucepan combine butter condensed milk and sugar
  • Bring to boil over med heat, stirring constantly {it will burn if you don’t, trust me}
  • Boil 2 min stirring constantly
  • Remove from heat, add vanilla

Blogging and such that it is. What I really think

You know what?  I have this lovely friend, a freaking little ripper of a friend and she is the only person In Real Life that tells me nice things about my blog, mostly when we’re drunk but that’s neither here nor there.  She tells me I am a fab writer, that she LOOKS forward to reading my posts, that I don’t look like a dick when I get my kid to take outfit pictures.  She is truly a priceless gem.  Every blogger needs a friend like mine, for every one of those lonely months posts without comments, for all of those afternoons spent ignoring your kids while you tap, tap away and curse yourself because you FORGOT THE META TAGS!!

And all of the above may be true, I could be a good blogger when I grow up but how can you tell?  What’s the worth in one meaningless post about a Shi Tzu compared to another?  I don’t know the answer to that or why we even consume blogs in which people talk about Shi Tzu’s but there is no denying that this shit {see what I did there?} is here to stay and blogging is now a valued and valuable media in which a mummy blogger actually has a worth.  Not necessarily a monetary worth, though there are some very famous bloggers who make a living from actually telling the world that some days it’s just about too much trouble to roll over in the morning.  Truth is addictive, and actually being able to intimately view, follow, judge, and covet someone else’s truth is definitely worth something to all of us that have an RSS reader with numbers in the triple digits.

I worry about how frivolous this may seem to people, especially people I know, or once knew but let’s put things in perspective.  This post will maybe take me half an hour to write.  In this time I have created something, written something I can be proud of, or at the very least written some words and phrases cohesively which in some way utilises my college education.  I have not sat on the couch and played video games or watched 2 hours of mind numbing crappy Sunday night TV which I turned on as soon as Ethan went to bed so I could turn my brain off.  Writing is not wasting my time.  It is narcissistic to a degree, but this is my scrapbooking/quilt-making/sewing thingee.  This is my creative space.  You may not be able to snuggle under my blog while you sit on the couch and watch your crappy telly, but the intangibility of my creativity is not insignificant when compared to your granny square blanket.  I can crochet granny squares too, I just have a problem with finishing them.

My blog makes me happy.  Writing makes me happy.  Taking photos of EVERYTHING makes me happy.  Sometimes there is just fluff, but other times there are words being written that bloggers work hard on and agonise over.  There are truths being told every second that shock and hurt and humanise strangers in a way that other media is simply unable to convey.

I am a blogger and here is my new favourite nail polish.

{See how fluff and truth work perfectly together?}

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