Sunny Winters Day

Goodmorning bloggy!

What a pearler of a day it is too here in ole ye Hobart town. The sky is blue, the air is crisp and the mountain is dusted with snow. Finally it feels like the perfect winter's day.

Today's theme music is Paul Simon & Ladysmith Black Mambazo with Diamonds on the Soles of her shoes. God I love Paul Simon, God I love LBM, combined and live...there isn't much I wouldn't give to have experienced this. HERE

Well once again I must report a week of emotional highs and lows. Its seems to be going around though, alot of my friends and family have been feeling the same. Do you think its a by product of a full Lunar eclipse on July 11th? Am I hippy enough to believe that? I think I am. After all I've always been restless on nights of a new moon, not so much full moon though. I often wonder if there is anything in that as well. If werewolves are turned in full moons, what is turned in a new moon? Hmm I think I need to google. No enlightenment at all there.

So last Saturday night my poor son was having a terrible time coughing and wheezing which became too disturbing to bare and at around 830pm we went for a ride down to the after hours doctor. The doctor (young and cute) was either extremely tired or extremely thoughtful, as he had a few very blank moments of staring off to his own little world considering my child's symptoms;I concluded with both. I had to hold a defibrillator mask over my son's face for 45 mins which was no fun park I assure you. Luckily he was so tired and exhausted that the initial trauma of the whole experience passed fairly quickly and I was able to make it seem like a game. It helped immediately much to my relief and the (young & cute) doctor even praised me for doing such a good job in a potentially (tear jerking) stressful procedure. I figured I've done enough over-reacting in bad situations for an army of people in my life time and it's about time I take a calmer path when things like this come up. Drama & tears really don't do anyone any good. So after an extra long visit at the after hours doctor, a huge extra long after hours bill, another extra expensive bag of puffers, spacers, masks from the chemist and a note slipped to the (young & cute) doctor about the extra late party in my pants. (I know, Im funny.) My son finally got a fairly decent nights sleep which means so did I.

Today he is at day care, moved up to the next older kids classroom
(called moonbeams) and I'm so happy that he absolutely loves it there. The girls are just fantastic, he runs and gives them leaping cuddles when we arrive which makes me feel very happy.
After being mostly stuck inside for three days (no kinder gym, no swimming lessons, no play dates, no parks) I think it is safe to say that a day away from each other is essential for our sanity. Bub gets to play with other kids, trash someone else's house, get spoilt, play games and more;I am having a nice relaxing home day. Give love to my snake house, my fish tank, do a spot of house work, go for a jog, slow cook a curry, watch the latest episode of true blood. Simple and I love it. So I better get to it before the day gets away from me and I will try and write some more later.
Here are some photo's I took through the week. Enjoy. x

Here is my snake Wren, I took him out on my lawn through the week for a stretch. He wasn't too impressed by it, that coil action is a striking pose, then he tried to bury himself in the cold dirt. Silly thing.

Frost on the grass outside this morning, chilly goodness!!



Breakfast of champions.



My little champion.



My son wins the bluest most beautiful eyes competition hands down.



Silly billy in mummys Ugg boots and just a silly billy.

Ladies of Lesuire plus weigh in day dont quite belong together.

Well the last few days have been pretty interesting and slightly painful.
I've suffered a small dose of man flu Here, I've had a few personal issues that seem never-endingly unresolved. A bit of an emotional roller-coaster at times, but so are the days of our lives. I hope you roll over that link for some added atmosphere.
I am pleased to report however regardless of having some shitty days I've kept up exercising, mainly jogging and sexy pram walking and am actually starting to feel stronger. In today's effort I pushed out the last bit of fuel in the tank to sprint the last 100 meters ...and then spewed. :)
Just Kidding!
I decided to do weigh-ins in the morning because I'd planned a pretty luxurious lunch at a very fancy pants restaurant for my best friend (it was her birthday on tuesday) and her partner;Weighing after that would just be silly! SO drum roll I weighed 71.2kilos which isn't a bad loss for one week! I'm happy with it anyway, at least its a result in the right direction and everyone always says its worse to loose alot quickly so slow and steady will suit me just fine thank you very much. No bikini shots just yet though.

On Wednesday I took my baby boy to his first ever concert which was called Power Hip Hop

" Ten young, talented and culturally diverse hip hop artists have been mentored by Tasmania’s best musicians to create new works for the Symphony Orchestra. Power Hip Hop debuted at the Peacock Theatre in December 2009 and received rave reviews from the TSO audience and hip hop fans alike.

Many of these mentored artists are refugees or at-risk youth who have lived through war, poverty and very difficult circumstances. Their art provides them with the opportunity to tell their stories and voice their concerns about the world they live in.

This concert is a triumph of creativity and collaboration between one of the world’s best orchestras and Tasmania’s leading youth Community Cultural Development company. "

It was so ...cute? I don't know if that's a good word to describe it at all, but it was all I could think of at the time. There were a few very serious songs with nervous serious kids ..and then the very RnB style 'one love' kids that had their dance routines perfected and clothes straight from a snoop dog film clip. CUTE, yes they made me smile and feel happy. The show was at the Theater Royal which is Australia's oldest operating theater, a really magical place, these kids must of been so hyped. My Little man squirmed for a bit, then bopped away for a song, then azzzzzzleep he went. My genius cousin Dameza played as well which was absolutely the highlight. I may be bias but I think when it comes to skill in scratching turntablism his are unsurpassable and only getting better. Yes Eric San be afraid. Okay maybe slightly bias however when he played his piece with the Tasmanian Symphony Orchestra I had tears. It was incredibly moving how the sounds blended so perfectly. A part in the middle had the violin section doing a really random little fluttering set of notes that created so much mood and texture, I think I even gasped a little bit. I'm so annoyed with myself for taking the crappiest camera in the world, because it is hand held and hard to lug my good one around esp with the baby but GRRR. I took a few shots but there were completely un-photoshop-able, the only one Im willing to show very vaguely shows a group of the RnB kids doing their little dance routine.

Its a terrible shot I know.

So today was the long awaited fancy Masterchef style lunch at the beautiful restaurant at Moorilla called The Source. Wow this was fancy to the MAX. Again, in my dickheadism I took the crappy hand held camera, never again sorry for the photography fans out there, I know it hurts your eyes.


Everyone was extremely impressed with my choice of birthday present.
When I picked it up earlier in the day a man at the shop asked if it was for my boyfriend, I told him No, its a birthday present for my best friend. Persistently he asks 'Oh how old is he?' I reply 'She..is -age censored for blog-'. Classic. They were even more impressed.

Birthday girl looks pretty happy too.

So enough typing, here are the pictures of our delicious lunch. Again pardon the terrible quality.



This was scallop entree with a bed of the most delicious cous cous I've ever eaten, baby tomatoes that tasted like little oranges and milky mousse stuff that all obviously had a much fancier name than I have described. Mental note, take a photo of the menu as well.

My Wagyu beef cheeks with caramelized onion, spinach and the tastiest orange stuff in existence.



Birthday girls slow cooked Pigeon with all sorts of vegies and very rich stock sauce. Very French but I have made it sound like something you could whip up in Franklin Square with a Bunsen burner.



Birthday girl's partner had the winner in my opinion.
Duck with artichoke and some kind of super awsem coffee sauce. It was the most delicious meat.

Sides of brussel sprouts (gag) with bacon & the most intense creamy rich mash potato that ever existed. I swear it was 70%butter..Full on..and we got two orders of it thinking we wouldn't have enough food.

Last but not least birthday girl had pistachio panacotta for desert (luckily because the staff had arranged to write her a little message and I had worried she may not want desert). God bless her insatiable appetite. We had hand made chocolates and coffee which turned out to be on the house, and they only charged us for one bowl of the mash potato. There were probably more calories in that lunch than I've consumed all week but its all good because big fat losers weigh in isnt for another week and best friend's birthday isnt for another year! x

Sitting here in my dining room with the sun hot on my back, I can hardly believe it's winter.
I want a Little Sugar in my bowl by Nina Simone is my theme music today. HERE This woman has the most amazing voice, I only wish there was more footage of her singing live.

Well Very pleased to write I am keeping up with my diety exerciseness no boozy regime and thought I would do (in the fashion of Big Fat Losers) a weekly weigh in, which will be on Thursday.
Ran 2km in 20mins yesterday on a running machine. Im very lucky to be able to use these facilities when ever I want however, its about a 20 minute drive to get there which can be a pain. Oh the woes of living in Hobart, such luxuries to be complaining about a 20minute drive...

Because its obviously so not worth it!


Mum even gave me some of her home-made rissoles for
lunch and bub's dinner (mum's not the greatest cook at the best of times) but they were YUMMY and she assured me they were full of vegies.
Tip to mum use egg to bind rissoles better but still I no complain!
It is certainly a treat when I don't have to rack my brain trying to think about what little bubba might eat for dinner.

Here's a few little extra pictures of my main man feeding himself breakfast and feety sleepy in his pram after our walk.

So whats the thoughts about internet dating? Everyone seems to be doing it today, people getting married all over the place. It seems like a pretty common way to meet people and as a single mum my options are very slim. Ive had a few bad experiences though "being recognized" with internet suitors and (esp now with my obvious tattoos) I'm even less inclined to give it another go. I have a good friend who thinks I shouldn't be deterred but I beg to differ.

Bad Experience 1) Get cyber kisses from a tattooed fairly decent but serious looking (from picture) male. I respond. Chat opens up (he has to pay for that) and we chat for a few days on and off. My 'bubbly' (drunk) personality has apparently won him over and he wants to meet. Apparently I agree and Im set to meet for a coffee during his lunch break taxi driving, (CLassy). Meanwhile, my best friend has caught a taxi and low and behold she text me from the back seat (after seeing his picture) and tells me its him. She proceeds to strike up a conversation and gets a stone cold block head of a personality. I weigh up my options, decide there is no possible way I'm going to like this guy, no point in getting any kind of fake friendship/relationship even started by meeting and don't turn up to the set meeting. Call me lame, I didn't swap numbers and I didn't really give a toss. Anyway skip two YEARS plus, and another (girl)friend and I have been out drinking cocktails most of the night and hail a taxi to ride home. She lives up the road from me so its easy to travel together. I feel leering eyes on me even in my drunken state and look in the rear view mirror and GUESS WHO! No he couldn't possibly remember me, Id sent him a photo which was probably 10 years younger (in my heyday.. as you do) it will all be fine, he wouldn't say anything anyway. We stop at the petrol station to get munchies and just for good measure I ask my friend if I can be dropped off first I really didn't want to be alone in the taxi with this guy. Shes even more drunker than me (thats another rant about when people are drunker than me I tend to sober up stupidly fast) and yeah yeaaah yeahs it off, we get in the taxi not two minutes and she asks 'mizzzter taxii draver can u drop me up thiz street pluzee my frienz got to go down the hill.' Oh Hell No. Thanks ALOT mate. This kind of thing seems to happen to me alot! So she stumbles out of the taxi, slams the door, and he IMMEDIATELY turns around and says 'Hello Misty'. Talk about awkward.

Bad Experience 2) Location: My old place of work, a (basically) call center. Always completely brain fried by the end of the day, I wander out to the car park looking at my phone, open a car door thinking it was mine and finding it was not only someone else's car; he is actually sitting in the drivers side; I profusely apologize and get into my own car thinking nothing of it. Next day there is talk around the office of the 'incident' and that the (much older, totally not compatible on any level I might be interested in) fellow worker is asking questions about my availability. So then next few months continued with this, office workers teasing, probing, insinuating which is annoying but okay cause I know they are just as bored as me. Well one day he approaches me. 'Hello, my friend thinks he saw your picture on "internet dating website" and I was wondering if you are looking for a date because so am I' ... I immediately deny any knowledge of "internet dating website" any thoughts of looking for a date go home and delete my profile.

Bad Experience 3) Okay this isnt so bad, the guy was actually really cool but its a bad experience because I majorly fucked it up by getting nervous, drinking too much wine, getting a big red head and laughing like a lunatic at anything remotely funny he said. He contacted me once a few weeks later and said he'd been stationed in NSW for a while and would call me when he got back. He never called, but regardless I started seeing someone else and fell pregnant end of this story.

These are the stories I care to share ... hmm internet dating? Bye for now x