Saturday, 16 July 2011

Lover and a Fighter!

I don't know if any of you believe in past lives, or reincarnation but I do. And, yesterday, I learnt of one I have lived.

When I was little, there were a few things said about me that have stuck with me. Family and friends of my parents, as well as my parents, would comment on my maturity for my age. They would say I'm "an old soul", and that I "had been around before." Now, don't panic. I can be just as immature as I can be mature, with a lot of emotions thrown in. But who doesn't like being a drama queen every now and then?

Anyway, yesterday I had a massage. My first in three years. Needless to say, I was very tense and knotty. Particularly around the hips. Do you want to know why? Because, according to my new age, spirit receiving, aura reading, kinesiology and naturopathy practicing, Buddhist masseuse, I was killed in a colonial civil war by being cut across the back, not quite in half! Wow, how gruesome. She was unable to answer the following. Was it a heroic death? Was I a rebel or a conformist? Which war was it? She did tell me I was a man. Well no wonder I was killed.

So, I did some research into civil wars of the colonial period and it turns out I could have fought in any number of wars, and I could have been, well, anyone really.

My masseuse suggested I go back to my psychologist/hypnotherapist (blog post for another time) and do some regression to that time, and resolve any "issues" from my death to help release the tension in my hips. Issues??? Hello, I WAS KILLED, and I WAS A MAN! I thought those would be big enough issues. Mr. H suggested a cheaper alternative to release the tension in my hips that was a lot more fun. Cheeky bugger!

This reminded me of another past life I had that a clairvoyant told me about. A good friend and I saw this clairvoyant in Daylesford about four years ago. My friend had seen her twice before, and several of our mutual friends had also seen her. They all said how amazing she was, so along I went. She was amazing and spot on. My friend and I asked her about our friendship and the feeling we had known each other before. Apparently we had been members of a harem belonging to a very wealthy man. We were the head wives, and the party makers in the family to liven things up with the other wives. The clairvoyant seemed to believe our husband was a royal, and he was a very generous man. No "issues" there.

So there you have it. It makes this life seem rather boring, doesn't it. I have been a fighter, and a lover. I wonder how many other past lives I have lived? Do you know of any you have lived? Were you a lover, a fighter, or both? Would love to hear about them.

Tuesday, 12 July 2011

Listography: Top 5 Icecreams

I am joining Kate Takes 5 and her 'Listography' posse because I too like lists. I love the feeling I get when I cross something off a list. Mr. H hates lists, mainly because most of my lists are for him and to him, they seem endless. Men can be such drama queens!

Anyway, back to this week's Listography - top 5 icecreams. Here are mine.

1. Vanilla icecream in a plain, small cone.
But don't forget the 100 & 1000s.

2. Lemonade Icypoles. If it wasn't vanilla icecream in a cone, it was lemonade icypoles at parties. They're handy to have in your freezer should you come down with gastro.

3. Bubble 'O' Bill. The only time my brothers and I were allowed a Bubble 'O' Bill was on our summer holiday at Tuross Heads. Of course, we only wanted because of the bubblegum nose.

This is how they actually looked.

4. Golden Gaytime. When we were kids, the Golden Gaytime was the more expensive icecream and therefore for grown-ups only. I always wanted one but had to settle for the cheaper options (like Lemonade Icypoles). Dad always gave me a bite of his. "Awwwww.."

5. Recently, I have discovered the Skinny Cow icecreams in my endeavour to find a guilt-free after dinner treat. They are soooo yummy and soooo creamy.

And their logo makes me want to be a skinny cow (but without the cow bit). It make me laugh too.

There are a few honourable mentions: Bulla Frozen Yoghurt icecreams, Magnums, and I love Hokey Pokey icecream.

Monday, 11 July 2011


The Demolition Party is over, thank goodness. Mr. H and I have kicked a few goals this weekend. We sent The Squeeze and The Bear up to my parents' for a few 'sleep-overs' while I work my weekend of nights and help Mr. H with the house. I haven't stopped, but I'm having a lot of fun.

My sister-in-law, her daughter (our niece) and her partner (a tradie) have been visiting this weekend, and have been giving us a hand. They have been unreal. We have managed to get rid of nearly all the rubbish with several loads to the tip. We have put in the new window for the kitchen/dining/loungeroom, finished framing, put in new floorboards, put in ceiling battens, and hung all the ceiling plaster. And finally, while I have been sleeping in the afternoon/evenings before work, Sis-in-law, niece & tradie have cleaned all of our old red bricks from a chimney we removed from the old kitchen. I had to clean about fifty bricks a few months ago and it was a job I didn't enjoy, at all. So I love them for doing it for me. Another goal, I have mastered the cordless drill. Yayyyy, I've finally learnt to be a good screwer!

As I've said before, Mr. H and I work well together on the construction site. We have a lot of fun. And he looks so hot in a nail belt! There have been times when Mr. H has been doing jobs for friends, and I have purposely gone to friends' houses for a cuppa and a chat just to I can perve at Mr. H in his nail belt at the same time. There are a few times I've caught my friends perving too (you know who you are). However, wolf whistling is not allowed on 'public' construction sites, damn it.

Anyway, back to our construction site. Everything is chugging along, and we are coping well with our state of limbo. In the next day or so we move out of our friend's house and we'll stay with my mother-in-law for couple of weeks. "Aaargh" I can hear some of you gasp. But it's ok, I have a lovely mother-in-law and we get on super. She has been a great help over the weekend too - keeping us fed and 'caffeined' (made up word??)

Hopefully we will finish insulating and plastering in a couple of days and be ready to paint by next weekend. Better yet, be ready to install my new kitchen. I can barely contain my excitement. The kitchen, and my beautiful new Smeg stove and range hood have been sitting in the shed for almost twelve months. For me, this is the best part of the renovating. I can't wait for it to go in, and I can't wait to start cooking in my new kitchen with my new oven. I can't decide on what will be the first thing I cook/bake. A beautiful dinner, or a delectable cake? Or, I could go nuts and cook anything & everything. Can you picture me? Apron on, every burner on the stove with a pot or pan on it, trays of biscuits in the oven, mix master beating the next cake, jars sterilising in the dishwasher, food processor burring away at some pesto, The Squeeze and The Bear sitting on stools icing gingerbread men and licking the beaters......... Come on, come on, I can't wait!!

You're all invited for tea.

Saturday, 9 July 2011

Frock It! 10#

You are probably wondering if I started blogging just so I could play Frock It! (I'll admit, it was one influence.) With our crazy living situation during renovations, school holidays, work, landing another job (baking for a gallery), and being Mr. H's apprentice, I haven't had time to vent my thoughts to the world. Funnily, though, I have time to check out catchy frocks!

Now this week's Frock It! is what not to wear to weddings. I came across this frock when I caught Mr. H oggling at the recently crowned Miss Universe Australia, Scherri-Lee Biggs (don't you just love the spelling). There are multiple, obvious reasons why this dress would be inappropriate at any wedding. I don't think even the bride could get away with this one?

But, I love the dress, and Scherri-Lee looks noice!

Monday, 4 July 2011

Frock It!

Now I know that my Frock It! this week isn't a frock, but in the spirit of the theme set by This Mid 30s Life I couldn't pass up the opportunity to share my favourite item of clothing my girls own.

Mum bought these gorgeous bathers in France a few years ago and, not only did I fall in love with them but so did every mum at our local pool. The Bear has been a summer stunner for the last three summers.

They are particularly stylish when worn with a bulky Pull-Up underneath.

Unfortunately, The Bear has outgrown the divine little togs. But I couldn't stand the thought of storing them away & not seeing them for goodness knows how long, so I am going to frame them and hang them somewhere when the house is finished.

If you would like to Frock It!, head over to This Mid 30s Life.
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