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

Tattoo dreaming...

Today's theme music is by The Break HERE its called Cylinders and it's modern surf music that my friend Brian plays bass in. This music evokes so many emotions, and all are good! So I am happy to accompany my blog writing to these organic rhythms.

So my tattooist finally replied to my last email and this always makes me very VERY happy.

You see, in an alternate dimension we are actually lovers. We've been lovers for sometime now, we have a beautiful child; we want more. We live out in the bush beside a beach and are almost completely self sufficient. He is an acclaimed artists as well as tattooing, and I also exhibit successfully with my photography. We aren't married because we don't believe in the institute of marriage but we are life partners. He tattoo's my body with magnificent expertise and beauty.

Oh dear my mind wandered there for a while...back to this dimension. Yes my tattooist does the later, his work is truly sublime. Whenever I go out with ink visible I am questioned almost always about its maker, or did it hurt, or what does it mean, what will you do when you are old, what will you do if your someones brides maid...bla bla blahh.

However, unfortunately I pay huge sums of money for his labor and he is worth every damn cent. I do have old tattoos not worth mentioning but at this stage I really don't want to be tattooed by anyone else. His art fits my body perfectly.

A photo? Okay just one for now.

We have discussed new pieces and I have a few I'm interested in but can't find reference I'm happy to show V. They definitely involve a full thigh piece, maybe two...but I'm starting to feel I'm an oxymoron of religions and cultures! Do I care ?? Not really. I like the art and I like the stories, do I need to write a damn thesis to explain why I chose the tattoo's I did? I think not. To be honest I'm very glad I could never get myself organized enough to get tattooed extensively at a riper age. I mean poor old V has one arm completely tattooed black (over bad old tattoos) and the other arm has a few daggy young impulses too, I can't help smile when I look at them. So the images I'm looking at are Greek Mythology and A Hindu Deity. Can you guess them?

Athena is the goddess of war, civilization, wisdom, strength, strategy, crafts, justice and skill in Greek Mythology. She's rather multi-talented. She usually carries a shield too which has the head of Medusa on it, I like that bit too :)

Poseidon was the god of the sea, storms, and, as "Earth-Shaker," of earthquakes also in Greek Mythology.

Kali is the Hindu Goddess associated with eternal energy.

I'd mentioned to V I wanted some kind of power female deity and he'd suggested Kali. I didn't like it at first but it has grown on me alot and I think with all the detail as a tattoo it would be pretty bloody spectacular.

So thats where I'm at with my tattooing journey, standstill with a few paths and a few hurdles to over come. I have to book my session months in advance because V is always completely booked for months, I have to fly an hour to Melbourne, I have to organize my little munchkin if he comes (I need a babysitter) if he stays I need to arrange with family to have him stay a few nights, I have to pay anywhere up to 700 dollars for a 5 hour session, I have to endure the 5 hours of getting tattooed...its a HUGE effort. The last part however has actually become apart of who I am now its more like an experience. The whole process its an addictive accepted torcher, with results that way surpass any pain or discomfort.

Ex de Medici said that tattooing on large scale was like having permission to torcher.
She's main stream artist now. I don't know if she ever tattoo's but you can see her website HERE

This piece is called tooth & claw and is a more recent one of her works. Its absolutely huge and done entirely with pen. She has done alot of very beautiful intricate water colour paintings as well that is certainly worth a look.

She is famous also for tattooing a full body suit of native Australian flowers on a man who is donating his skin to the Australian Institute of Art when he dies. There is a documentary about it HERE I'm not sure if its the whole thing.

Another brilliant tattooist that has had success in art is Wim Delvoye, his web site is one of the best I've seen. I highly recommend it be given some time. HERE Wim however still does tattoo although his subjects are somewhat ... swines. I couldn't resist.

I'm pretty sure he still tattoos people too, his web site certainly has a tattoo shop.

Our little citizens of Hobart will be able to view one of his little piggies in a matter of months, yes they live a long healthy and happy life before there skins are sold. I've already donated mine! x

I'm in love with HIM and I feel fine I'm so glad that HE'S my little BOY - Adjusted Beattles kinda day :)

Morning little bloggy, what stunning winter day it is here in Tassie.
The theme music for the day is by The Beatles 'I Feel Fine'. HERE

It took my little mumpkin a bit to get going today, he slept in a few hours after me which is always a little strange, (constantly checking) but I managed to tidy up a bit, have a shower, dressed and get breakfast ready before he'd even flinched. Its these simple little things (having a shower) you really learn to appreciate when you are in constant demand of a child. So I am already off to a great start! Thanks little mate! This is how Oscar sleeps..bum up head down..so cute.

On my walk this morning I took a few photos of my beach that I live by...and thinking about diving as I always do when assessing the water. Its perfect diving weather today a bit on the chilly side but that why dry suits were invented! Yes you can go diving 30 metres still wearing your cargo's and joy division tshirt, come to the surface and dry as a bone ready for 12dollar poached eggs & bacon with mushrooms on the side at your local Banjos. I brought one almost 3 years ago now, and have never used it. I found out I was pregnant not long after the exuberant purchase and it went into storage with my other bulky dive gear to make room for baby things! So I am extremely happy to report that my old (now) dive master friend Mr Jedi scallop master is offering to take me for a few shore dives to teach me how to use the suit properly and I can go deep with the big kids again! I even have a really crappy underwater digital camera so I should be able to put some crappy photos up...soon! :) Anyway this is the beach we will go for a shore dive off one weeknight. Right now, is my ideal water for a nice easy shore dive...mind you not much to see around this beach but sand, flat head, maybe a crab if I'm lucky but I'II be under water again and there is nothing in the world like it!



We only live a few steps away..aren't we lucky!

I took a shot at the point we walk around most mornings, the water was like glass on the other side of the river, too bad our beloved Mt Wellington was hiding at that moment.



Walking around I saw a little boat very close to shore with people diving! Funny that. I've seen them there before, but today I noticed they were hookah diving! That's when you have a long tube attached to an air compressor on the boat that supplies your air rather than wearing a scuba tank. I've heard commercial ab divers use them because its easier to move around ...tanks are bloody heavy on the surface and rather constricting, I would definitely like to try it someday.
It couldn't be more than 9 metres deep there if that! Can't help but wonder what they were up too...definitely not scallops or abalone, bottom samples maybe? teaching? drugs? ...my favourite theory is TREASURE!
Definitely diving for treasure.

A cold night predicted ahead.

Took some photos of Oscar tonight, its hard to take a bad photo of this beautiful boy.
He is 18 months old and learning new things about his world every day. Its glorious to be apart of.
He looks like he is frowning here but really he has learn't to move (sort of wiggle) his eyebrows. It gets the reaction he craves, making us laugh. I shall attempt to film it one day!

Pretty shadows on the door of his room, while he was inside sleeping.

Morning thoughs.

Last night I had a weird (nice) dream about an old (kinda) ex-boyfriend who was a fair bit younger than me but very mature and very sweet. In my dream I remembered how affectionate he was and how happy he made me and this morning I felt like sending him an email to ask how he was (nothing more)...As the morning has progressed I've decided its probably not a good idea, but I've been thinking about him alot now and how melancholy I get when I have dreams like this! What are you trying to tell me Universe?! My son had a rather server (vomiting) accident early in the night, and I ended up cleaning him up and tucking him in my bed for the night to keep a closer eye on him. Read my Sooky Stackhouse book (Up to number four my favourite - Eric) hoping to have wicked dreams about my favourite vampire, but alas I dreampt about a past that made me happy for a fleeting moment. I dont know if its a bad thing to contact an old flame to 'just say hello', I'd be too suspicious. I do have an ex-boyfriend which whom I had a very unhealthy relationship with, who insists on contacting me once every few years to tell me he still loves me and I do not like it so I can only think that most people would feel this way.

Day 1 of my mission almost complete!

Well Ive decided its time to shape up and change a few life style habits.
Tis the beginning of Dry July, yes thats right mommies who need wine facebook group.
Its definitely time for a little break and Ive decided during dry July Im also going to step the exercise regime up a few notches in the hope I can shift a few kilos.
One month seems like such a bloody long time we are in this together my little bloggy.
Today I went for a jog along the beach, I felt heavy but I ran the whole way in soft sand. Black eyed peas tunes are really perfect jogging music, where as Metallica is more suited for pumping iron! :) My weight varies a kilo or two but im going to put the start weight at 73kilos (I'm almost 5'9 so Im not particularly beastly over weight, but enough be feel uncomfortable in my clothes!)
Ive eaten fairly well today, so its not a bad start.