Sunday 30 October 2011
I'm grateful for...
This week I'm grateful for:
10. Antihistamines, in every form they come in. AARGH-CHOO! This Spring has been nasty for hayfever sufferers, including me. And it knocks the wind right out of your sails. It does have its advantages. The constant sneezing, nose dripping, watery and itchy, red eyes, and itchy ears is hardly a sexy look. So I have had some reprieve from Mr. H's pestering. But he can't shove those antihistamines into me quick enough!
11. Jasmine. It is flowering everywhere and the air is full of its scent. It's one of my favourite smells. Hardly good for the hayfever though, eh?
12. Gordon's, for putting pink gin in a cask. I've tried it. I love it. It's yummy. And I'm on to my second cask. They could have been a little more heavy handed with the gin, but otherwise it's the perfect drink for the warmer weather. Hic!
Share your gratitude this week over at *Maxabella Loves.
10. Antihistamines, in every form they come in. AARGH-CHOO! This Spring has been nasty for hayfever sufferers, including me. And it knocks the wind right out of your sails. It does have its advantages. The constant sneezing, nose dripping, watery and itchy, red eyes, and itchy ears is hardly a sexy look. So I have had some reprieve from Mr. H's pestering. But he can't shove those antihistamines into me quick enough!
11. Jasmine. It is flowering everywhere and the air is full of its scent. It's one of my favourite smells. Hardly good for the hayfever though, eh?
12. Gordon's, for putting pink gin in a cask. I've tried it. I love it. It's yummy. And I'm on to my second cask. They could have been a little more heavy handed with the gin, but otherwise it's the perfect drink for the warmer weather. Hic!
Share your gratitude this week over at *Maxabella Loves.
Wednesday 26 October 2011
The Gallery: Faces
"Faces, faces everywhere. But if you could sit and stare....."
I spend a lot of my day humming songs from Playschool. The Squeeze and The Bear's favourite kids show is Playschool. Hell, I love Playschool. I love the innuendo thrown in for the grown-ups' benefits.
Tara Cain at Sticky Fingers has set this week's Photographic Gallery theme on FACES. Easy! There are three faces I photograph almost on a daily basis. So, here are a select few of those pics.
I could "sit and stare" at faces all day.
If you don't know Playschool, enlighten yourself here. Have fun!
I spend a lot of my day humming songs from Playschool. The Squeeze and The Bear's favourite kids show is Playschool. Hell, I love Playschool. I love the innuendo thrown in for the grown-ups' benefits.
Tara Cain at Sticky Fingers has set this week's Photographic Gallery theme on FACES. Easy! There are three faces I photograph almost on a daily basis. So, here are a select few of those pics.
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| Those big brown eyes and the splash of freckles are heaven. |
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| A perfect ski-jump nose with the most kissable cheeks in all the lands! |
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| My "Dreamy" |
If you don't know Playschool, enlighten yourself here. Have fun!
Wednesday 19 October 2011
Pink Gin Heaven
I have a confession. I don't drink wine. Most wines give me a migraine.
WHAT????? I hear you all gasp with horror. I know. You are all probably feeling that same sympathy that I feel for people who are allergic to chocolate. I mean really, allergic to chocolate? That is just cruel.
So how do I stay sane? I enjoy a beer on a warm day, while working in the garden. I love my bubbly, which has lead me way too far down the inebriated path, via the dance floor on many, many occasions. And, I love a pink gin. But, making one is a bit of a fag.
Until today, when the darling Mr. H came home from the supermarket with a present for me.
WHAT????? I hear you all gasp with horror. I know. You are all probably feeling that same sympathy that I feel for people who are allergic to chocolate. I mean really, allergic to chocolate? That is just cruel.
So how do I stay sane? I enjoy a beer on a warm day, while working in the garden. I love my bubbly, which has lead me way too far down the inebriated path, via the dance floor on many, many occasions. And, I love a pink gin. But, making one is a bit of a fag.
Until today, when the darling Mr. H came home from the supermarket with a present for me.
Behold, pink gin. Not in little mixer bottles or cans. But in the wonderful glory of a TWO LITRE CASK! Absolute brilliance Gordon's. And it can be yours too for a mere $25. That's right ladies, the cask is back in drinking vogue.
Bottoms (hic) up!!
*****
My macarons are improving. Here's a morsel of today's attempt.
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| Pistachio macarons with orange butter cream |
Enjoy!
Tuesday 18 October 2011
Here's to The Squeeze!
The Squeeze turned "thixth" yesterday. (She is missing two and a half top teeth.)
This year I am trying to break the habit of having a birthday party. Instead, she is having four friends for a sleep over on Friday. Five six year olds in the house. Hardly breaking the habit, am I. Do I have a plan? Yes. And no.
The Bear is going to a friend's house for her own sleep over, just to avoid any sibling 'issues'. The swag will be rolled out in the girls' room so sleeping arrangements are sorted.
Mr. H was hoping to 'phone a friend' and escape to the pub for the night, or until the hysteria had gone to sleep. I told him to get off his bloody planet.
Other than making sure there is plenty of gin and whisky for Mr. H and myself, that is the extent of my plan. Maybe some homemade pizzas, a movie, some games, dress-ups. There, organised. Oh, the girls? They'll think of something to do.
Happy birthday my Squeezalicious.
Sunday 16 October 2011
Listography: Top 5 Keyword Searches on your Blog
I jumped on Kate's listography this week because I, so far, haven't ever checked these stats out on my blog. Well, let's face it, my blog hasn't been around for very long so I wasn't expecting much. There were only six, so here are five of them, from boring to completely unexplainable.
1. 'Vanilla ice cream' lead them to a previous Listography on, you guessed it, ice cream.
2. 'Scherri-lee Biggs' dress' was a Frock It!
3. 'Scherri-lee Biggs see through dress Miss Universe' was another Frock It!
4. 'Skinny suitcase' made me beam with pride because a) it was my very first post; and b) when I typed it into Google, it was listed first! I don't know what, in particular, the person was looking for. It couldn't have been as wild as the next keyword.
5. Get ready for it. 'Amateur red bra black stockings.' What the f...?????????????? I don't know which post they were directed to because when I typed it into Google, all I got were pages and pages of porn sites. Whatever post they did get, they would have been grossly, and I mean grossly disappointed. How on earth did mysweet, innocent, intelligent, interesting, worldly, pretty blog (come on, it is) get into that crowd? I am shocked. Appalled and shocked. Shame on you Google.
What company does your blog keep in the Google search engine? Has Google thrown your blog into an unfavourable crowd?
1. 'Vanilla ice cream' lead them to a previous Listography on, you guessed it, ice cream.
2. 'Scherri-lee Biggs' dress' was a Frock It!
3. 'Scherri-lee Biggs see through dress Miss Universe' was another Frock It!
4. 'Skinny suitcase' made me beam with pride because a) it was my very first post; and b) when I typed it into Google, it was listed first! I don't know what, in particular, the person was looking for. It couldn't have been as wild as the next keyword.
5. Get ready for it. 'Amateur red bra black stockings.' What the f...?????????????? I don't know which post they were directed to because when I typed it into Google, all I got were pages and pages of porn sites. Whatever post they did get, they would have been grossly, and I mean grossly disappointed. How on earth did my
What company does your blog keep in the Google search engine? Has Google thrown your blog into an unfavourable crowd?
Saturday 15 October 2011
Chaos and Macarons
I know, it's been a while. I have been on a bit of a hiatus. But I'm back now so you can all stop hyperventilating into your little brown paper bags, and put your valium away.
It has been tricky finding time to blog over the last couple of weeks and, truthfully, the grey matter has been a bit sluggish when it comes to making me sound super intelligent and interesting to the world. Because, you know I am!
School went back this week (thank goodness!), so there is a lot less sibling bickering and slightly less "Muuuuum!" every ten minutes. I am going to adopt Mrs. Woog's "Masters in Manipulation" next holidays. It's a brilliant concept and worth trying.
The downside is we're back to the morning mad rush and I can't sleep in. Every morning I sound like a broken down record, and then I end up yelling. Plans to walk to school are thrown out the window as we pile into the car and screech out the driveway. I then get home feeling flustered, and guilty for not being more patient. I'm sure the girls think I'm a dragon disguised as a mother-like figure.
On a lighter note, I am mastering the art of macarons thanks to Donna Hay. I picked up her 10th Birthday issue of her mag and there is a whole section on how to make macarons. Adriano Zumbo, eat your heart out!
It has been tricky finding time to blog over the last couple of weeks and, truthfully, the grey matter has been a bit sluggish when it comes to making me sound super intelligent and interesting to the world. Because, you know I am!
School went back this week (thank goodness!), so there is a lot less sibling bickering and slightly less "Muuuuum!" every ten minutes. I am going to adopt Mrs. Woog's "Masters in Manipulation" next holidays. It's a brilliant concept and worth trying.
The downside is we're back to the morning mad rush and I can't sleep in. Every morning I sound like a broken down record, and then I end up yelling. Plans to walk to school are thrown out the window as we pile into the car and screech out the driveway. I then get home feeling flustered, and guilty for not being more patient. I'm sure the girls think I'm a dragon disguised as a mother-like figure.
On a lighter note, I am mastering the art of macarons thanks to Donna Hay. I picked up her 10th Birthday issue of her mag and there is a whole section on how to make macarons. Adriano Zumbo, eat your heart out!
The cake on the cover had no influence whatsoever on me buying the magazine.
Stay tuned for the results of my efforts.
Thursday 6 October 2011
The Gallery: Colour Green
Tara at Sticky Fingers has chosen this week's gallery theme to be colour. One colour specifically. My favourite colour is green. To me, it is the colour of nature, and it calms me. It's one of the reasons I love gardening.
But, as a scrolled through all eighty-four entries so far to Tara's gallery, I was surprised there were only four entries favouring green. I did find it interesting that the primary colours, red, yellow and blue were predominantly the chosen colours.
It is Spring here in Oz, and everything has come to life, bursting from dormancy with that bright, beautiful, new green. And so is my garden.
But, as a scrolled through all eighty-four entries so far to Tara's gallery, I was surprised there were only four entries favouring green. I did find it interesting that the primary colours, red, yellow and blue were predominantly the chosen colours.
It is Spring here in Oz, and everything has come to life, bursting from dormancy with that bright, beautiful, new green. And so is my garden.
If you would like to share your passion for colour, pop over to Tara's at Sticky Fingers, and take time out to have a peek at everyone else's colours. There are some amazing photos to inspire you.
Monday 3 October 2011
Saving Frock It!
In a bid to save Rach's Frock It! over at This Mid 30s Life, I am sharing my contribution. But I think it will be hard to beat Brynne Edelsten's um, dress?
I've also chosen a frock from the Brownlow Medal. Although it is the complete opposite to Brynne's hankie, it still abides with the "When more is more."
This is Rouba Houli with her husband Bachar from the Richmond Tigers. Goes to show you don't need to bare all to look stunning.
Did a dress catch you eye? Frock It! with Rach and help stop the violins from playing!
I've also chosen a frock from the Brownlow Medal. Although it is the complete opposite to Brynne's hankie, it still abides with the "When more is more."
This is Rouba Houli with her husband Bachar from the Richmond Tigers. Goes to show you don't need to bare all to look stunning.
Did a dress catch you eye? Frock It! with Rach and help stop the violins from playing!
Am I losing it?
When I was pregnant with The Squeeze, my Mum warned me: "You lose your mind and, you never get it back." Little did I know....
There are days where I feel I have completely lost my mind. I forget what I was setting out to do minutes after setting out to do it. It seems like I frequently lose track of what I was talking about mid sentence, and who I've told what to who. Don't you just love that smiling, pitying look people give you when you repeat a story? And then there's the sugar in the fridge and the milk in the cupboard, but we've all done that, haven't we?
What's more, Mr. H is convinced I need a hearing test. He is not convinced one can have such selective hearing. Ahh Mr. H, it is true. One can. It works brilliantly on husbands. Unfortunately it's useless on children.
Mr. H can't talk. He admits to having a bad memory. Yet this is his excuse: "No you haven't told me, I would have remembered. You just think you've told me when really, you haven't."
But, maybe, just maybe, Mr. H is right? On the odd, small occasion? Say, about one percent of the time? Of course not. See? I haven't completely lost the plot!
There are days where I feel I have completely lost my mind. I forget what I was setting out to do minutes after setting out to do it. It seems like I frequently lose track of what I was talking about mid sentence, and who I've told what to who. Don't you just love that smiling, pitying look people give you when you repeat a story? And then there's the sugar in the fridge and the milk in the cupboard, but we've all done that, haven't we?
What's more, Mr. H is convinced I need a hearing test. He is not convinced one can have such selective hearing. Ahh Mr. H, it is true. One can. It works brilliantly on husbands. Unfortunately it's useless on children.
Mr. H can't talk. He admits to having a bad memory. Yet this is his excuse: "No you haven't told me, I would have remembered. You just think you've told me when really, you haven't."
But, maybe, just maybe, Mr. H is right? On the odd, small occasion? Say, about one percent of the time? Of course not. See? I haven't completely lost the plot!
Sunday 2 October 2011
Saturday 1 October 2011
This week I'm grateful for....
Maxabella has lent her Grateful Saturday out again this week. I love that because I'm discovering new and wonderful blogs. Like Jody at Lemon Rhodes who is hosting our grateful moments today.
So, this week my gratitude goes to...
7. Retail therapy. I was a little frustrated at the beginning of the week, but a little (necessary) trip to the shops solved all my wardrobe woes, and boosted my self esteem. I am now officially a size 12! My purchases included some sexy underwear. I've been wearing cottontails since the girls were born much to Mr. H's dismay. Well, not anymore! There were also a couple of nice blousey shirts, and some funky stuff from Boom Shankar. Their clothes are each hand made in Noosa. I LOVE their Guru pants - very comfy.
To add to that, Mum cleaned out her wardrobe and gave me some cool clothes. Yes, I know, I have a cool-dressed Mum. She has some groovy clothes, and a few not-so-groovy clothes (sorry Mum!) They're just not my taste. Anyway, thanks Mum.
Moving along...
8. Being "Barren Sharron" (as my tactful brothers put it). As well as shopping whilst in NSW, I spent a lot of time cuddling my wee niece. She is almost seven weeks old. I have never had a strong desire to have anymore babies since The Bear was born. That is, until now. I am completely smitten. But practically, we decided not to have anymore kids. You know, financially, spacially, etc. And, honestly, I don't think I would like myself if I had another baby. I feel I would be stretching myself too thinly, and I would be failing each of my kids in some way. Hence, due to opportune circumstances, I have been "fixed".
But I am very, VERY grateful I was able to have babies in the first place, and my heart goes out to those women who would love to be mothers but, for some reason, can't be.
9. Now I don't want to be a killjoy, but I am very grateful that today is the last day of the AFL season. Sorry to all those footy fans out there. Having said that, I hope the Cats win today. I'm more preoccupied with the Rugby World Cup. GO THE WALLABIES!!
Ok, I don't want to be a complete party pooper so, I hope the rain doesn't spoil your Grand Final day and that you're wearing blue and white somewhere while downing a few ales. And behave yourselves because I don't want to be stitching you up tonight at work and listening to you grieving your favourite footy jumper because it's blood stained.
Have a fun weekend, and don't forget to put your clocks forward tonight. xx
Sorry about the long post.
So, this week my gratitude goes to...
7. Retail therapy. I was a little frustrated at the beginning of the week, but a little (necessary) trip to the shops solved all my wardrobe woes, and boosted my self esteem. I am now officially a size 12! My purchases included some sexy underwear. I've been wearing cottontails since the girls were born much to Mr. H's dismay. Well, not anymore! There were also a couple of nice blousey shirts, and some funky stuff from Boom Shankar. Their clothes are each hand made in Noosa. I LOVE their Guru pants - very comfy.
To add to that, Mum cleaned out her wardrobe and gave me some cool clothes. Yes, I know, I have a cool-dressed Mum. She has some groovy clothes, and a few not-so-groovy clothes (sorry Mum!) They're just not my taste. Anyway, thanks Mum.
Moving along...
8. Being "Barren Sharron" (as my tactful brothers put it). As well as shopping whilst in NSW, I spent a lot of time cuddling my wee niece. She is almost seven weeks old. I have never had a strong desire to have anymore babies since The Bear was born. That is, until now. I am completely smitten. But practically, we decided not to have anymore kids. You know, financially, spacially, etc. And, honestly, I don't think I would like myself if I had another baby. I feel I would be stretching myself too thinly, and I would be failing each of my kids in some way. Hence, due to opportune circumstances, I have been "fixed".
But I am very, VERY grateful I was able to have babies in the first place, and my heart goes out to those women who would love to be mothers but, for some reason, can't be.
9. Now I don't want to be a killjoy, but I am very grateful that today is the last day of the AFL season. Sorry to all those footy fans out there. Having said that, I hope the Cats win today. I'm more preoccupied with the Rugby World Cup. GO THE WALLABIES!!
Ok, I don't want to be a complete party pooper so, I hope the rain doesn't spoil your Grand Final day and that you're wearing blue and white somewhere while downing a few ales. And behave yourselves because I don't want to be stitching you up tonight at work and listening to you grieving your favourite footy jumper because it's blood stained.
Have a fun weekend, and don't forget to put your clocks forward tonight. xx
Sorry about the long post.
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