Driving home today, I was informed by the LGBB that when we got home, she wanted to "curl up on the couch with my banana bread and my blanket and my favourite one." Very decisive she was. I was about to ask her what her "favourite one" was when she began again.
"Because Mummy's favourite one is on the telly. And my favourite one has Law-weli in it. And Rory."
Ah. It all makes sense now. Gilmore Girls. Of course.
I've been telling her my "favourite one" is Sex and the City when the ads come on the Foxbox. She now sees the characters and calls out, "Mu-uum, it's your fri-eeends." I guess it was time I grew up and moved to New York with the grown-up girls. When I asked her if the Gilmore girls could be my friends too, I was told decidedly, "No." Without a moment's hesitation.
Sheesh. Those toddlers, man. You can't argue with them.
Friday, June 12, 2009
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
I said love, I said pet, I said...
"Rake this whole yard before dinner!"
And she gave it her best shot, God luv 'er.
This was our front lawn the weekend before last, already half-raked. Take a look at that photo and then read again: Already half-raked!! That's a lotta leaves right there.
Looking at it today, it's hard to believe the final leaf dump has been, gone and disappeared. When I stand under the tree and look up into its branches, I find it so hard to believe that so many leaves come and go each year. It's so, so, incredibly beautiful.
It's one of those "no matter what, nature happens" things. Like when you're steeped in the grief of realising that day after day after merciless day is going to keep coming, regardless of whether your child has now passed, and you just have to look at things like waves on the shore - or a magnificent beast like this tree - and say to yourself, "What's the point in your popping off the mortal coil too? This tree will still be losing and gaining leaves, regardless."
And that is when you roll your sleeves up and begin to slowly look to the beauty of these natural wonders - they are EVERYWHERE, all around us, year round - to help you recuperate. Healing and nurture and effervescence is to be found here. Not in other people, for they are not constant.
No. It is here. In Mother Nature. Where you are spun into your wholeness once again.
Goodbye, sweet Autumn! Until next year.
And she gave it her best shot, God luv 'er.
This was our front lawn the weekend before last, already half-raked. Take a look at that photo and then read again: Already half-raked!! That's a lotta leaves right there.
Looking at it today, it's hard to believe the final leaf dump has been, gone and disappeared. When I stand under the tree and look up into its branches, I find it so hard to believe that so many leaves come and go each year. It's so, so, incredibly beautiful.
It's one of those "no matter what, nature happens" things. Like when you're steeped in the grief of realising that day after day after merciless day is going to keep coming, regardless of whether your child has now passed, and you just have to look at things like waves on the shore - or a magnificent beast like this tree - and say to yourself, "What's the point in your popping off the mortal coil too? This tree will still be losing and gaining leaves, regardless."
And that is when you roll your sleeves up and begin to slowly look to the beauty of these natural wonders - they are EVERYWHERE, all around us, year round - to help you recuperate. Healing and nurture and effervescence is to be found here. Not in other people, for they are not constant.
No. It is here. In Mother Nature. Where you are spun into your wholeness once again.
Goodbye, sweet Autumn! Until next year.
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
It went in fizzy
Oh my GOD. I just remembered something else I said. I was (so I thought) coherent and sobered up and it was daylight.
And I came out to my friends after visiting the toilet in a most unsavoury manner. Do you know what I inflicted on them?
"It went in fizzy.... and it came OUT fizzy! But lost its colour. How did THAT HAPPEN???"
And then I promptly went and lay horizontal again for another four hours because I couldn't open my eyes another minute.
How can they still love me after THAT?!?? But they did, they do and they're probably still laughing at me too.
And I came out to my friends after visiting the toilet in a most unsavoury manner. Do you know what I inflicted on them?
"It went in fizzy.... and it came OUT fizzy! But lost its colour. How did THAT HAPPEN???"
And then I promptly went and lay horizontal again for another four hours because I couldn't open my eyes another minute.
How can they still love me after THAT?!?? But they did, they do and they're probably still laughing at me too.
Monday, June 8, 2009
Hot tips
#1 - It's possibly not a good idea to boast admit to your girlfriends at the beginning of your girly weekend that you've never had a rip snorting hangover in your life. No, not even in your silly late teen/early 20's years.
#2 - Think twice about going too hard if you've already got a virus in your system.
#3 - Definitely not a good idea to drink over a 12 hour period and only have a light meal somewhere in there.
#4 - Totally bad to mix drinks.
#5 - Do not accept drinks from the bartender if she's a girlfriend *googly eyes* or else she will effectively ply you with - wait for it - half a bottle of vodka over the course of letting out the secret you've never told anyone face to face. It will make your tears pop out perpendicular to your face, for starters.
#6 - If you decide collectively to go out and have a dance, it's probably best not to leave after midnight. Especially so if you have just finished your D&M to end all D&M's.
#7 - Bit late to wonder to yourself how it was that you never had drunken nights quite like these as a younger lass, which leads to musing if you might have pulled up any better in a body that was fifteen years younger.
#8 - If you are going to have your very first ever alcohol-induced power chuck, remind yourself that the "feel better" high you're on as you saunter out to where your girlfriends have been sitting chatting, waiting for you to get up for the past 3 hours, is not going to last. You will also then have to stay home in your self-inflicted state while they go to Acland Street for brunch and stroll through the St Kilda market without you. Consoling yourself with the fact that, hey, at least you got to have a lie-in with Foxtel in the hotel room is optional at this point.
#9 - If you intend on letting them in on your revelation - "Now I know why I've never had a hangover. I just wasn't drinking enough" - be sure to realise they will forever more pin that on you as your new motto.
But mostly,
#10 - Make sure you take the time to make time and do this weekend away, without fail, every year from now on. Sans the drinking to the point of Rendered: Useless for a day, of course.
Good people. Seriously, unbelievably good and decent people exist in this world. I am so pleased and humbled these women have sauntered into mine.
#2 - Think twice about going too hard if you've already got a virus in your system.
#3 - Definitely not a good idea to drink over a 12 hour period and only have a light meal somewhere in there.
#4 - Totally bad to mix drinks.
#5 - Do not accept drinks from the bartender if she's a girlfriend *googly eyes* or else she will effectively ply you with - wait for it - half a bottle of vodka over the course of letting out the secret you've never told anyone face to face. It will make your tears pop out perpendicular to your face, for starters.
#6 - If you decide collectively to go out and have a dance, it's probably best not to leave after midnight. Especially so if you have just finished your D&M to end all D&M's.
#7 - Bit late to wonder to yourself how it was that you never had drunken nights quite like these as a younger lass, which leads to musing if you might have pulled up any better in a body that was fifteen years younger.
#8 - If you are going to have your very first ever alcohol-induced power chuck, remind yourself that the "feel better" high you're on as you saunter out to where your girlfriends have been sitting chatting, waiting for you to get up for the past 3 hours, is not going to last. You will also then have to stay home in your self-inflicted state while they go to Acland Street for brunch and stroll through the St Kilda market without you. Consoling yourself with the fact that, hey, at least you got to have a lie-in with Foxtel in the hotel room is optional at this point.
#9 - If you intend on letting them in on your revelation - "Now I know why I've never had a hangover. I just wasn't drinking enough" - be sure to realise they will forever more pin that on you as your new motto.
But mostly,
#10 - Make sure you take the time to make time and do this weekend away, without fail, every year from now on. Sans the drinking to the point of Rendered: Useless for a day, of course.
Never, ever again [cue gut-wrenching sigh with a grimace]
Good people. Seriously, unbelievably good and decent people exist in this world. I am so pleased and humbled these women have sauntered into mine.
Thursday, June 4, 2009
One good blow and it's all over
You dirty, dirty Internet. I know what you were thinking when you saw that title.
I'm actually referring to the stuffed-up nose of a toddler. I am certain that most little kids' colds would clear up, or certainly not drag on for as long as they seem to, if only they knew how to give a good hard nose-blow into a tissue or hanky.
I mean, wouldn't it save a helluva lot of nose wiping?
Yeesh.
I'm actually referring to the stuffed-up nose of a toddler. I am certain that most little kids' colds would clear up, or certainly not drag on for as long as they seem to, if only they knew how to give a good hard nose-blow into a tissue or hanky.
I mean, wouldn't it save a helluva lot of nose wiping?
Yeesh.
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzt
I am so busy right this week that I forgot what it was I was even going to take 5 to come in here and blog about.
Er..... Sorry 'bout that! Anyone else madder than a blue-arse fly with life right now?
Save for the mountain of housework staring at me and threatening to spill out the front and back doors if I don't get a move on (the LGBB's been "poorly", as she calls it, so I'm behind yet another day and have editing jobs on the pile-up that need attention on top of housework... and mother duties. Lucky Steve comes lucky last once again, well, that's to say "last" before me), it's business as usual here.
Ummmm. Anyway, as you were *tips cap and backs away*
Er..... Sorry 'bout that! Anyone else madder than a blue-arse fly with life right now?
Save for the mountain of housework staring at me and threatening to spill out the front and back doors if I don't get a move on (the LGBB's been "poorly", as she calls it, so I'm behind yet another day and have editing jobs on the pile-up that need attention on top of housework... and mother duties. Lucky Steve comes lucky last once again, well, that's to say "last" before me), it's business as usual here.
Ummmm. Anyway, as you were *tips cap and backs away*
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