Well! Where to begin...
Both Pup and Cub are another year older - Yay me! I've managed to have not knocked them off! To the ripe old age of 14 and 12 respectively...
Pup's birthday was fun because he actually wanted to have friends over. His last 'proper' birthday party (when he was 6) was a total debacle. He invited absolutely everyone he knew from school but he REALLY didn't enjoy the day. This time around he chose to have five friends over. So we did the invitations (we bought Chocolate rolls and made like a 'Golden Ticket" kind of thing) and they all turned up! They ate the hamburgers I cooked on the BBQ, made lemonade spiders, ate cupcakes and lollies and went home. Except for one boy (Master T) who couldn't be picked up until 1130 that night for some reason or other. I told his mum he should stay over, so he slept over and then they took Pup to see the latest Harry Potter movie for his birthday pressie. It was far too stressful for him back when he was 6 but I guess it shows how much Pup's grown up.
Cub's enjoyed his birthday too because he had the day off school and he got to see the latest Harry Potter movie. This year we bought him the "Lord of the Rings" books plus a few toys. He really loved his presents too. That's actually a massive bonus because normally we can't get anything he actually likes or wants. Likewise when Christmas turns up...
Oh! The Floods....... I knew Northern Queensland was flooding but we had a fair bit of rain too. Anyway, I woke up on the 28th December to 8 text messages and 1 missed call on my mobile phone. They were all from my sister in South Africa. She must have started texting at about 8 pm her time (and 4 am my time) She had seen all the images on the news and was worried about us because of the cyclone. I quickly texted back to let her know we were safe... only to get a reply from her 12 hours later saying, "Thank goodness. I was so worried, crying and panicking. I couldn't sleep all night"...
Nana and Pops had already spent a few days at Uncle's place and were planning on going home the day after Boxing Day. The floods meant they were stranded and stuck with us. The massive bonus there was Nana and I beat Pops and Dad at Canasta. Again! Nana and I are now the "Winners for December" (Twice now in December Pops! You and Dad can say you 'let us win' but it's my blog so there! )
Love and Positive Energy to anyone who reads this...
C
Thursday, 30 December 2010
Saturday, 9 October 2010
People, BBQ's and Chicken Pox
Sometimes I don't understand people. I don't understand their motivation behind some of the things they do. That frustrates me more than anything because I don't understand why they do what they do. It must make sense in their own heads but I still don't get it. What happened to the old "treat others as you would yourself" thing? I think it's a lesson forgotten.
Anyway, I'm thinking of someone else and their story is not mine to tell. The current miserable weather is not helping my mood at the moment. The bad weather might be my fault too - sorry...
Moving along on to happier things!
I feel a bit more grown up! We bought a BBQ! Yay us! It's been on our list of things to do for years but for various reasons it just never happened. About a month ago, it was a stinking hot day and I was trying to cook dinner in my furnace of a kitchen. The neighbours over the back were cooking theirs on their BBQ. I decided I'd had enough and there was absolutely no way I was going to suffer through another summer of this! I decided to tell Dad that we NEED a BBQ and we NEED IT SOON because otherwise I'm going on strike and we'll be eating cereal with icy cold milk for our summer dinners. I think the smell of the BBQ next door helped him to agree...
We checked out all the specials and finally agreed on my new best friend. And let me tell you now - it's even better than it looked in the picture! Of course we had to put it together, but I didn't mind because the weather had cooled down a bit.
And then...
Of course it rained... For two days straight!
I was patient and waited - because I'm good like that - (actually, I'm not but it's my blog, so there) - until Saturday and decided I was going to use the damn thing even if it was snowing! So I did. And no, it didn't snow. Plus the rain stopped long enough for me to cook the meat.
Yes, it's true the steak was so rare it could still run around the table but the lamb chops and sausages were perfect. Nana, Pops and Shayla were lucky enough to enjoy my first attempt and Shayla was more than happy to protect me and the BBQ from our other neighbour (Mr 75). (Now I think about it, I think she was probably just protecting the meat...)
Since we've had the BBQ, it's pretty much rained on and off along the way. When we do get a hot sunny day, I'll cook on the BBQ and then it rains for a few days more. I'm starting to think the weather is mocking me. The weather is not my friend! Maybe my BBQ and the weather aren't friends. Now there's a thought...
On another thought, Foal caught chicken pox. That was fun because I thought he'd been immunised against it. Turned out I was wrong. (I know! I was surprised too.) Sadly, that was three days before the two week school holiday started. The really interesting thing for me about that whole thing was he didn't feel itchy. At all. Ever! The poor kid was absolutely covered in them but he didn't scratch once. I still don't understand it but the best I can come up with is he had eczema when he was a baby so maybe the chicken pox itch wasn't as bad as the other one. Or maybe he was just used to it.
Maybe that's the solution to my problem. Gather those people I don't quite understand together for a BBQ, give them chicken pox and then it will rain! Maybe then I'll understand those people... Probably not, but at least I can still blame it on the BBQ and the rain...
Anyway, I'm thinking of someone else and their story is not mine to tell. The current miserable weather is not helping my mood at the moment. The bad weather might be my fault too - sorry...
Moving along on to happier things!
I feel a bit more grown up! We bought a BBQ! Yay us! It's been on our list of things to do for years but for various reasons it just never happened. About a month ago, it was a stinking hot day and I was trying to cook dinner in my furnace of a kitchen. The neighbours over the back were cooking theirs on their BBQ. I decided I'd had enough and there was absolutely no way I was going to suffer through another summer of this! I decided to tell Dad that we NEED a BBQ and we NEED IT SOON because otherwise I'm going on strike and we'll be eating cereal with icy cold milk for our summer dinners. I think the smell of the BBQ next door helped him to agree...
We checked out all the specials and finally agreed on my new best friend. And let me tell you now - it's even better than it looked in the picture! Of course we had to put it together, but I didn't mind because the weather had cooled down a bit.
And then...
Of course it rained... For two days straight!
I was patient and waited - because I'm good like that - (actually, I'm not but it's my blog, so there) - until Saturday and decided I was going to use the damn thing even if it was snowing! So I did. And no, it didn't snow. Plus the rain stopped long enough for me to cook the meat.
Yes, it's true the steak was so rare it could still run around the table but the lamb chops and sausages were perfect. Nana, Pops and Shayla were lucky enough to enjoy my first attempt and Shayla was more than happy to protect me and the BBQ from our other neighbour (Mr 75). (Now I think about it, I think she was probably just protecting the meat...)
Since we've had the BBQ, it's pretty much rained on and off along the way. When we do get a hot sunny day, I'll cook on the BBQ and then it rains for a few days more. I'm starting to think the weather is mocking me. The weather is not my friend! Maybe my BBQ and the weather aren't friends. Now there's a thought...
On another thought, Foal caught chicken pox. That was fun because I thought he'd been immunised against it. Turned out I was wrong. (I know! I was surprised too.) Sadly, that was three days before the two week school holiday started. The really interesting thing for me about that whole thing was he didn't feel itchy. At all. Ever! The poor kid was absolutely covered in them but he didn't scratch once. I still don't understand it but the best I can come up with is he had eczema when he was a baby so maybe the chicken pox itch wasn't as bad as the other one. Or maybe he was just used to it.
Maybe that's the solution to my problem. Gather those people I don't quite understand together for a BBQ, give them chicken pox and then it will rain! Maybe then I'll understand those people... Probably not, but at least I can still blame it on the BBQ and the rain...
Sunday, 22 August 2010
No Excuses! Time for a long overdue post...
Pup was nominated for an absolutely awesome award at school. Students have to be nominated by a teacher to even be considered. And obviously having more than one teacher nominate you increases your chances. But as one lady pointed out a teacher may have 4 classes so it can be tricky to pick just one student. During ‘Education Week’ the school held a morning tea to celebrate these students. Dad and I turned up to see him get his certificate, after checking with Pup to make sure we wouldn't be embarrassing him, of course...
Cub tried out for the inter school soccer team and got in. Yay Cub! Unfortunately, he then broke his arm on the flying fox during lunch. The school phoned at about 2:30 to recommend we take him to get it looked at. (Have to love those phone calls! For goodness sake, school ends at 3:00!) Of course, we turned up and yes his arm did look painful, he was extremely pale and in a bit of shock... Rather than wait at the hospital for five hours, I figured the best place to go was the local doctor's surgery that advertised XRAYS on the side of the building. Because the notice at the front said so, I informed the really unhelpful, sulky receptionist that we suspected a broken bone, and we were sent down a really long corridor at the back of the building. (I'm glad it wasn't a broken leg). We then had to wait for a nurse - we were there for a so long a woman fell asleep! She finally called his name and gave him another ice pack and sent us halfway back down the corridor to sit outside a doctor's room. The only nice thing I can say about that particular doctor is that he could type fast with only two fingers. Pity he couldn't spell, pity he had no compassion, and, pity he kept confusing which arm it was. I thought it was fairly simple to tell which one was injured - you know the one that was swollen with an ice pack would have been my first clue, but maybe that's just me...
He then told us we need to have xrays taken and seemed genuinely surprised when I asked where to go for them. His reply was, "Oh, not here! It's not working!" So off to a place that actually specialises in Xrays, only to be told that some part or other wasn't working! That's when I lost it! I told Cub to go sit down and explained the situation to the receptionists. Once I mentioned where we had come from, one actually told me not to waste our time there. Their machine is working - they just don't have the staff for it! We finally agreed to do the xray, and they would email the result to the Idiot doctor. I was to pick up the films next week. (Did I mention it was now 4:30 on the Friday before a long weekend?) We did all that, popped back to see the idiot, who confirmed it was a broken bone, and sent us back to the nurse we met earlier. She was actually quite lovely. She did a half-cast and explained what we needed to do next. Long story short, we went to the fracture clinic, they redid the half cast to let the swelling go down a bit more. The next day, he had a lighter cast put on and four weeks later he was back to normal. Just no sport for another month. Sadly, he did miss out on soccer season...
The highlight of THAT whole experience was the letter (6 weeks later) from the Idiot Doctor suggesting a "review of his condition was required". No, we've not been back for a "review of his condition". Mainly because his arm was out the cast by then...
Foal has come home as the “Student of the week” more times than I can recall. I think he's up to about five or six now. I am very proud of him but I am beginning to think that there might not be too many kids in his class. (Except that I've seen his class photo, so I know that can't be it)
Cub tried out for the inter school soccer team and got in. Yay Cub! Unfortunately, he then broke his arm on the flying fox during lunch. The school phoned at about 2:30 to recommend we take him to get it looked at. (Have to love those phone calls! For goodness sake, school ends at 3:00!) Of course, we turned up and yes his arm did look painful, he was extremely pale and in a bit of shock... Rather than wait at the hospital for five hours, I figured the best place to go was the local doctor's surgery that advertised XRAYS on the side of the building. Because the notice at the front said so, I informed the really unhelpful, sulky receptionist that we suspected a broken bone, and we were sent down a really long corridor at the back of the building. (I'm glad it wasn't a broken leg). We then had to wait for a nurse - we were there for a so long a woman fell asleep! She finally called his name and gave him another ice pack and sent us halfway back down the corridor to sit outside a doctor's room. The only nice thing I can say about that particular doctor is that he could type fast with only two fingers. Pity he couldn't spell, pity he had no compassion, and, pity he kept confusing which arm it was. I thought it was fairly simple to tell which one was injured - you know the one that was swollen with an ice pack would have been my first clue, but maybe that's just me...
He then told us we need to have xrays taken and seemed genuinely surprised when I asked where to go for them. His reply was, "Oh, not here! It's not working!" So off to a place that actually specialises in Xrays, only to be told that some part or other wasn't working! That's when I lost it! I told Cub to go sit down and explained the situation to the receptionists. Once I mentioned where we had come from, one actually told me not to waste our time there. Their machine is working - they just don't have the staff for it! We finally agreed to do the xray, and they would email the result to the Idiot doctor. I was to pick up the films next week. (Did I mention it was now 4:30 on the Friday before a long weekend?) We did all that, popped back to see the idiot, who confirmed it was a broken bone, and sent us back to the nurse we met earlier. She was actually quite lovely. She did a half-cast and explained what we needed to do next. Long story short, we went to the fracture clinic, they redid the half cast to let the swelling go down a bit more. The next day, he had a lighter cast put on and four weeks later he was back to normal. Just no sport for another month. Sadly, he did miss out on soccer season...
The highlight of THAT whole experience was the letter (6 weeks later) from the Idiot Doctor suggesting a "review of his condition was required". No, we've not been back for a "review of his condition". Mainly because his arm was out the cast by then...
Foal has come home as the “Student of the week” more times than I can recall. I think he's up to about five or six now. I am very proud of him but I am beginning to think that there might not be too many kids in his class. (Except that I've seen his class photo, so I know that can't be it)
Thursday, 20 May 2010
Life and Death
Life is a funny old thing. It can throw all sorts of things at you and you cope. Or at least you try to. At the time, it might not feel like it but years later, when you look back, you suddenly realise, “Wow! I survived!” That’s life…
One of the hardest challenges a person can ‘survive’ is the death of a loved one. At the time, and for quite a while after, there are thoughts and feelings of guilt, anger, and sorrow.
Personally, I call them the “What-if?”, “How dare they? And “I miss them” stages. (Qualified professionals probably have much better names and more stages but they get paid more money and are obviously more educated than I am)
Regardless, none of the stages are any fun because the person left behind is simply that. The one left behind. The one who is left to deal with the emotions, feelings and memories of their loved one. (We simply do not know how the person who has moved on feels.)
Having said that, I’ve found it helpful to still talk to them as if they were still here. Tell them when you feel guilty, angry or sorrow. I also like to ‘celebrate’ occasions by burning a candle to honour the person and to light their way back into our home.
What I do truly and honestly believe is that no one who is truly loved is ever forgotten.
One of the hardest challenges a person can ‘survive’ is the death of a loved one. At the time, and for quite a while after, there are thoughts and feelings of guilt, anger, and sorrow.
Personally, I call them the “What-if?”, “How dare they? And “I miss them” stages. (Qualified professionals probably have much better names and more stages but they get paid more money and are obviously more educated than I am)
Regardless, none of the stages are any fun because the person left behind is simply that. The one left behind. The one who is left to deal with the emotions, feelings and memories of their loved one. (We simply do not know how the person who has moved on feels.)
Having said that, I’ve found it helpful to still talk to them as if they were still here. Tell them when you feel guilty, angry or sorrow. I also like to ‘celebrate’ occasions by burning a candle to honour the person and to light their way back into our home.
What I do truly and honestly believe is that no one who is truly loved is ever forgotten.
Tuesday, 4 May 2010
A long absence...
Well! I've been pretty slack haven't I? I have no excuses so please just accept my apologies. (Hanging my head in shame)
Quite a few changes have happened since I last wrote. Mostly to Pup. He is now officially taller than me - which is no laughing matter! It honestly happened overnight. He went to bed and he woke up in the morning quite a few centemeters taller. I suddenly noticed that I was now looking up into his eyes! I decided that because I'd only had one coffee and was still clearly delusional! Later in the day, he was standing beside me in front of a mirror and it became fact!
His voice has deepened and that's been an event in itself! At first, I kept thinking there was a stranger in the home. I'm slowly getting used to it but the downside is now when his brothers annoy him, he can really BELLOW at them! Honestly, it makes me jump everytime! He has also started growing facial hair. Initially, I thought it was a bit of dirt and tried to wipe it off and then realised the truth... He loves it and is not interested in shaving it off just yet. His plan is to grow it until he can 'twirl' it like a French villain. My plan is to stop that bit from happening. :)
Cub is also growing steadily and I don't think it will take too long for him to catch up to me either. He's enjoying school and had a go at the afterschool cricket. His first week was plenty of fun and he was keen to go back. Unfortunately it wasn't as much fun a week later and he decided he wanted to quit. We convinced him to continue but he was very happy when the cricket season ended.
Foal! What can I say about him? His teacher loves him so much she made him "Student of the Week" TWICE in the first term! During the first term I did pop along for one of those 'orientation' afternoons where you get to meet the teacher and find out their expectations for the year. I normally attend because they are highly amusing and I love hearing the fairy tales about my son. His teacher was fascinated to hear that he can be a 'bit' stubborn at home but did console me with "at least he knows how to behave in public". At least that is true... Another mum (who helps out in the classroom) completely disbelieved me with the comment that, "she can't imagine him being anything other than an angel".
And finally, we have a new addition to the household. A small blue budgie flew into the shed and decided to stay. I've tried finding his owner but haven't had any luck. I even phoned the local budgie club because he has a tag on his leg but the vice president told me not to bother and just keep it! I asked him if he wanted it but he declined, saying he already has 315 of them! I wanted to tell him that I hope its one of his and its a champion but didn't because I was stunned by his attitude. Because the budgie has a weird personality, he fits in perfectly.
Quite a few changes have happened since I last wrote. Mostly to Pup. He is now officially taller than me - which is no laughing matter! It honestly happened overnight. He went to bed and he woke up in the morning quite a few centemeters taller. I suddenly noticed that I was now looking up into his eyes! I decided that because I'd only had one coffee and was still clearly delusional! Later in the day, he was standing beside me in front of a mirror and it became fact!
His voice has deepened and that's been an event in itself! At first, I kept thinking there was a stranger in the home. I'm slowly getting used to it but the downside is now when his brothers annoy him, he can really BELLOW at them! Honestly, it makes me jump everytime! He has also started growing facial hair. Initially, I thought it was a bit of dirt and tried to wipe it off and then realised the truth... He loves it and is not interested in shaving it off just yet. His plan is to grow it until he can 'twirl' it like a French villain. My plan is to stop that bit from happening. :)
Cub is also growing steadily and I don't think it will take too long for him to catch up to me either. He's enjoying school and had a go at the afterschool cricket. His first week was plenty of fun and he was keen to go back. Unfortunately it wasn't as much fun a week later and he decided he wanted to quit. We convinced him to continue but he was very happy when the cricket season ended.
Foal! What can I say about him? His teacher loves him so much she made him "Student of the Week" TWICE in the first term! During the first term I did pop along for one of those 'orientation' afternoons where you get to meet the teacher and find out their expectations for the year. I normally attend because they are highly amusing and I love hearing the fairy tales about my son. His teacher was fascinated to hear that he can be a 'bit' stubborn at home but did console me with "at least he knows how to behave in public". At least that is true... Another mum (who helps out in the classroom) completely disbelieved me with the comment that, "she can't imagine him being anything other than an angel".
And finally, we have a new addition to the household. A small blue budgie flew into the shed and decided to stay. I've tried finding his owner but haven't had any luck. I even phoned the local budgie club because he has a tag on his leg but the vice president told me not to bother and just keep it! I asked him if he wanted it but he declined, saying he already has 315 of them! I wanted to tell him that I hope its one of his and its a champion but didn't because I was stunned by his attitude. Because the budgie has a weird personality, he fits in perfectly.
Sunday, 7 February 2010
Before the year gets any older
A new year, one month in and one full week back at school!
This time last year, I was stressing about Pup starting high school – and now I just feel silly! It seriously was a waste of energy because this year we cruised through the start of the year. Except for the ‘Textbook Issue” that is. Two days into the new term and Pup informed me that he doesn’t have any textbooks BUT all his classmates do. This confused me for a while because I assumed that he would be given a form to take home requesting payment details… Because it was now a Friday afternoon, I decided not to worry about it until Monday. And we all know those teachers and staff simply do not hang around on Fridays unless they really have to – and then they can be just a little bit cranky…
I phoned the school on Monday and spoke to a lovely lady, who asked me if I had the newsletters emailed to me. I replied, “Yes”. She then asked if I had the last one from last year. Fortunately I did because that one goes to my ‘junk’ email account, so I could honestly reply – Yes again… She then told me that the form was attached to the email. I responded that I didn’t see it and she replied, “Nobody did”. I’m still confused about how the other kids got their textbooks in the meantime…
Poor Cub is now in year six and Wow! The homework has been a massive shock for both of us. For the last two years he had the same teacher and her homework requirement were sporadic and bordered on almost nonexistent. This year he has a new teacher and she must really have loved homework when she was a child. Each day, (including Fridays) he has to write out a times tables four times, write out 25 spelling words, 5 sentences, read for 15 minutes, complete a handwriting task, and help with some housework. Then there are two other tasks to complete during the week and those choices range from discussing his religious beliefs with an adult to playing a board game with an adult to researching his favourite element and creating a chart for it. As Nana put it, when is it Cub time?
You’d think there would be some sort of uniformity in how much homework and what tasks were required. Pup never had that amount of homework in Year 6 or 7 so I guess it depends on the teacher. Fortunately Cub loves to read and does so anyway. Can you imagine if he was a ‘non-reader’? He already makes his own bed and sometimes helps out with dinner, so I reckon that counts as housework. I have the privilege of signing off on each task (daily) too so I have homework too! I wonder how many parents are going to cheat and simply sign for those tasks…
So far Foal is enjoying Year 2. The highlight is his teacher’s bird. It spends the day in the classroom ringing its bell and apparently when she starts talking about “boring stuff”, it starts shrieking. Then she covers it up and it quietens down for a bit. She seems to be really strict so fortunately Foal is well behaved.
The school is also phasing in a new school uniform. Foal has decided that he does not like it and will not wear it. This from a child who can be very stubborn! Even as a baby, it took us all of winter to get him to wear a jumper and all of summer to get him out of it. Hopefully when he is the only one in the school wearing the old uniform, he’ll be more inclined to change over…
This time last year, I was stressing about Pup starting high school – and now I just feel silly! It seriously was a waste of energy because this year we cruised through the start of the year. Except for the ‘Textbook Issue” that is. Two days into the new term and Pup informed me that he doesn’t have any textbooks BUT all his classmates do. This confused me for a while because I assumed that he would be given a form to take home requesting payment details… Because it was now a Friday afternoon, I decided not to worry about it until Monday. And we all know those teachers and staff simply do not hang around on Fridays unless they really have to – and then they can be just a little bit cranky…
I phoned the school on Monday and spoke to a lovely lady, who asked me if I had the newsletters emailed to me. I replied, “Yes”. She then asked if I had the last one from last year. Fortunately I did because that one goes to my ‘junk’ email account, so I could honestly reply – Yes again… She then told me that the form was attached to the email. I responded that I didn’t see it and she replied, “Nobody did”. I’m still confused about how the other kids got their textbooks in the meantime…
Poor Cub is now in year six and Wow! The homework has been a massive shock for both of us. For the last two years he had the same teacher and her homework requirement were sporadic and bordered on almost nonexistent. This year he has a new teacher and she must really have loved homework when she was a child. Each day, (including Fridays) he has to write out a times tables four times, write out 25 spelling words, 5 sentences, read for 15 minutes, complete a handwriting task, and help with some housework. Then there are two other tasks to complete during the week and those choices range from discussing his religious beliefs with an adult to playing a board game with an adult to researching his favourite element and creating a chart for it. As Nana put it, when is it Cub time?
You’d think there would be some sort of uniformity in how much homework and what tasks were required. Pup never had that amount of homework in Year 6 or 7 so I guess it depends on the teacher. Fortunately Cub loves to read and does so anyway. Can you imagine if he was a ‘non-reader’? He already makes his own bed and sometimes helps out with dinner, so I reckon that counts as housework. I have the privilege of signing off on each task (daily) too so I have homework too! I wonder how many parents are going to cheat and simply sign for those tasks…
So far Foal is enjoying Year 2. The highlight is his teacher’s bird. It spends the day in the classroom ringing its bell and apparently when she starts talking about “boring stuff”, it starts shrieking. Then she covers it up and it quietens down for a bit. She seems to be really strict so fortunately Foal is well behaved.
The school is also phasing in a new school uniform. Foal has decided that he does not like it and will not wear it. This from a child who can be very stubborn! Even as a baby, it took us all of winter to get him to wear a jumper and all of summer to get him out of it. Hopefully when he is the only one in the school wearing the old uniform, he’ll be more inclined to change over…
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