Monday, March 5, 2018

Fish O Marsh

My nephew turns 21 today. I always remember the date because of a speech impedement he had as a small child. He told everyone who asked, even those who didn't, his birthday was on the "fish o marsh". In grown up language, that's the fifth of March.

Over the weekend some of his friends and family jumped on a bus at 10 am and cruised the country side, dropping into pubs around the region. I was an awesome day.

When I turned twenty one, I was mother to an almost one year old. I sat in the pub with a couple of my friends with a condom necklace round my neck! Mostly quiet affair. God, I'd love to talk to that girl. I'd love to grab her round the neck and give her a good shake!

We spent 8 hrs either sitting on a bus(and drinking) or drinking in pubs. I faired pretty well I think. Gotta love low alcahol beer. I am not a beer drinker, but on these occasions it's my best friend. Like when I spent 9 hours at the Red Hot Summmer Tour concert. Squeezing in some water is also key!

We had lunch at the Nelson pub. It was awesome and probably the best stop off. We had to leave before most of our songs came on the dukebox though. Devo, laugh out loud. We stopped off at four pubs all together.

We arrived back at my sisters house at 6pm, and the party continued, with speeches and cake. 

Looking fairly put together after a big day!

The girls spent the day with Nanna, and joined us when we got back. 

This is the crazy bugger who was almost one, when I was 21. There was many a shoey during the day, even a thongy. Who knew it was a thing.

The birthday boy on the left

Only this would happen in a small country town, out the front of the pub. 

Monday, February 26, 2018

Bedside interviews

I saw this mini quiz on Facebook. One of my friends had posted it. So when the kids settled into bed last night, I went and sat on their respective beds and quizzed away. We had good little chats.

Yesterday Facebook reminded me of earlier days with this flashback to 2012. Summer was almost four months old and Izzy 2 years.

I remember this day. We were in the middle of a heatwave and the air conditioner had shit itself. We'd had the house closed up all day and went to Mum's in the afternoon as the house was like a sauna. 

What is your name? Isabel
How old are you? Eight.
When is your birthday? November the 11th
What's your favourite colour? Greeny blue 
What's your favourite food? Strawberries
Who is your best friend? Aya
What's your favourite song? Down with the pew(you tube song about nerf guns)
What's your favourite animal? Dolphin
What are you scared of? Snake
What makes you happy? Cats
Where is your favourite place? Queensland
What do you want to be when you grow up? Behind the counter, at Toys R Us.
What does love mean? I don't know...Friends

What is your name? Summer
How old are you? Six!
When is your birthday? November ninth.
What's your favourite colour? Pink and purple
What's your favourite food? Um...Grapes.
Who is your best friend? Kaylee
What's your favourite song? Jingle Bells
What's your favourite animal? Dolphin and Giraffe
What are you scared of? Dark...but only outside
What makes you happy? Funny things
Where is your favourite place? Queensland. They have good water parks and stuff, and I went on a roller coaster.
What do you want to be when you grow up? A shop Target
What does love mean? When there something that you love. Like there is something colourful and you love it.

It seems our holiday to Queensland last year left an impression. I want to be there too sometimes.
Who knew Dolphins were so popular in our household?! 

Monday, February 19, 2018

February is...

Our hottest month is February. I love hot weather. We are having lots of it too, but not the usual heatwaves. It was low twenties during last week and I was cold! I don't like being cold.

I've been doing lots of watering in the garden. We are getting lots of flavourful tomatoes, zucchini and cucumbers from the garden. I made pesto with some of our summer basil last week. I love cooking with homemade produce from the garden, so satisfying. When I get some time this week, I'll pull up some beetroot.

These are some things that I relate to February, in the form of an acrostic poem...

F...Falling bark from the gum trees, all over the lawn, the

E...evening chorus of crickets and

B...Blood-stained cockatoos(little corellas) squawk and swoop through the sky, from tree to tree. 

R...Riding bikes in the street before bed time, sitting

U...under shade from the hot sun or inside with

A...air-conditioning. Eating

R...ripe tomatoes and peaches from the garden, where blooms of

Y...yellow flowers on zucchini and cucumber plants grow.

Are some of these similar to your February? Depends where on earth you are, I suppose.

Monday, February 12, 2018

Why worry?

Worry is not my friend. I worry about all the things. Especially after that moment my head hits the pillow. 

My issue with worry, has more to do with anxiety than anything. I spend too much overthinking things that I don't need to spend my mental energy on.

I do my best worrying when I am stressed. When my mind is under attack, all the things that I can't control take over. It extends itself to my shoulders, arms, back, stomach and legs. It can be physically and emotionally exhausting.

I worry about my adult son. He has aspergers and schizophrenia. I worry about his health, mainly his mental health. I worry that he will relapse. I worry about his future. 

I worry too much about what other people are thinking. Like the job I do at work. I worry I am not cut out to coach kids, and that I don't do a good enough job. I know this is not true, I did a fab job last year at teaching four year olds. I need to believe in myself more.

Things that help me-

  • Not crossing bridges before I have come to them. Trying not worry about things that might happen, not worth it.
  • Realising that everything is not as bad as I think. Things are going to happen no matter how much I worry about them. In reality everything will probably work out fine.
  • Address any fears, rather than dwelling on them. It's better to get the hard things over and done with, the smaller things will seem that much easier.
  • Talk to someone for a different perspective, or for encouragement.
  • Taking some quiet time. Light some candles or incence. Read. Breathe. Garden.
  • Write lists, and feel good about crossing off achievements. The smallest things can add up to realising my day was actually really productive. 
  • A good cry is a great outlet to get rid of some anxiety and pent up stress. I find life realigns not long after the release of a good sook.
  • Accept that not everything is controlable. There are some things that are uncertain and that is ok.
  • Spend some time for worry and then let it pass. Life is still there to be lived. I don't want to miss out on the good things, experiences because I let worry consume me.