Sunday, December 30, 2012
Monday, October 8, 2012
I HAVE TOO MUCH STUFF!!!!
I won't call myself a hoarder, in fact I am pretty particular about where things go and the way things are in the rest of the house, but for some reason this room is my dirty little hoarder's cave.
I am keeping my eye on the end product, as I know that this can and will be a fabulous space once I'm done. I can't wait to share my space once I'm finished.
In the meantime, during my tidying, I came across some tear sheets that I had obviously torn out of magazines for inspiration, and they ended up at the bottom of a pile of paperwork. So inspiring, huh? But the pictures are still beautiful to me, and I thought I'd share.
This first two are from a Domayne ad, but I just loved the way that the tables were displayed and the colours that were used. They just make me smile.
Lastly, Mia Wasikowska in Louis Vuitton.
She is a beautiful girl, and that dress just makes me go weak at the knees.
Enough sharing. Back to purging.
Sunday, October 7, 2012
My speciality is cupcakes. That sounds a bit cliched. I mean, EVERYONE does cupcakes these days. I feel so 2008!!!
Seriously though, they are quick, simple, fun to decorate and the perfect serving size. What's not to love about a cupcake?
I have had my standard cupcake recipe for some time.......8oz each of butter, sugar and self raising flour, 4 eggs, baking powder and vanilla. Simple. Light and fluffy. YUMMY!
The problem I have had with my yummy, scrummy old faithful recipe, is that it is so light, that it can flop in the middle during the cooling process. Kind of like a souffle. Then to decorate, I an restricted to using frosting to fill this hole. And if it does keep its shape, it's so light that it can be destroyed with anything more than light frosting. Limited!!! Don't like these limitations.
So I've been on the hunt for a denser cupcake recipe. One that would have more chance keeping its shape in my dodgy oven, and hold it's shape so that it can be decorated by my kids' loving (but certainly not gentle) hands.
During Blogtober I have been reading Blogs that I have never visited before. I stumbled across Debbie Does Handmade, and her recipe for "Never Fail Cupcakes" and thought I'd give them a go. The recipe was for a Thermomix, but I thought that there's no reason that they couldn't be made "Kirsten-mix".
I can't believe it! They failed!!!!!
They sunk in the middle and were gooey and not cooked inside.
They tasted good, but no good for decorating.
So I tweaked a little in the oven temperature and time to bake department, and didn't add the milk. A very basic and simple recipe.
And out they came!!! Check out these absolutely perfect cupcakes!!!
I mean, is this not the most perfect cupcake you've ever seen?
And because they were so perfect and round, they were iced with a sweet, runny icing glaze.
Just in time for afternoon tea.
Thank you Deb, you have supplied me with my NEW 'go to, no fail' cupcake recipe, and my family and I are thankful.
Saturday, October 6, 2012
But I have a theory.
I think that nearly everyone has a guilty pleasure to do with reality TV. There is some reality TV show out there that you enjoy to watch, but don't really like to admit to. What is it????
Dancing with the Stars?
You have one, don't you? C'mon.....share.
Could it be a design show? 60 Minute Makeover?
Real Estate? Selling Houses??
Child Rearing? Supernanny???
Everyone has one.
Even my dear husband, who says that ALL reality TV sucks, loves to sit and partake in a little bit of Deadliest Catch of an evening.
I think he's in complete denial that it's reality TV.
I do like some reality TV, mainly design-type shows, but I believe that this one really hits the mark as a true "guilty pleasure".
You'd better leave a comment and tell me yours.
Mine is Beauty and the Geek.
What can I say?
The girls are SOOOOO
I am a little embarassed that I've let it out of the bag. Whatever will the school mums say???? Oh well. Sharing a little isn't such a bad thing. Is it???
So now you must share yours. Include a link so that we can all enjoy your guilty pleasure too. The more obscure, the better!!
I look forward to hearing about it.
Friday, October 5, 2012
I have in front of me a list, a planned list of blog posts. Day 2 contains photos that I have half edited, Day 3 is half-written in my drafts, and Day 4 notes are in front of my ready to be typed.
This is not meant to be my post for Day 5, but here it is.
Monday, October 1, 2012
Sunday, September 30, 2012
I often feel as if I am just existing. I get myself stuck in holes, in ruts, that I struggle to get out of.
Lately, I haven't felt so much that I am in a hole, and if I do fall in, I can get out. I've been feeling pretty good about me and my life for a little while, but I still feel as if things are missing.
I popped over to Sonia's blog the other day, and she's participating in a Blog Hop based on the topic of "time". Oh my, how I could write about that at the moment. I'm not going to go into detail, but basically I have trying to get myself into some sort of routine to just fit everything in, and keep myself sane. I mean trying to manage the kids and their stuff, the cleaning and organising of the house and then trying to find time for me (Cal has to fit somewhere in there too). I have no idea how working mums do it!!!
I am on my way though. I participated in The Organised Housewife's 20 day challenge, and that gave me a bit of a kick start and got me to change my thinking about a few things in relation to cleaning and tidying. And I have got myself a basic routine to follow for the week to allow me to get a couple of hours a day (not in the night once everyone has gone to bed) to spend on me. We'll see if it works.
My plan is to start properly tomorrow. October 1 is my D-day. There is a whole LIST of things that I would like to do just for me. Like sewing, painting, exploring my photography, exercising, writing, creating. I am going to MAKE time to do the things that make me happy.
|October is IT!|
In there was writing. Now I'm no novelist, but I do enjoy tapping away at the keyboard here. I just don't do it that often, and because I don't do it that often, I'm not very good at it. I would love my writing to be better, and I would love to Blog more often. So I have joined the Blogtoberfest 2012 challenge to Blog every day in October.
They say that it takes 21 days to form a habit, hopefully by the end of 30 I will be into more of a Blogging routine as well as doing more of what I love. If I happen to have a clean and tidy house at the end of it, that's a bit of a bonus.
If you want to join me on a blogging adventure, pop over to I Saw You Dancing who is hosting Blogtoberfest 2012. There is a linky list to join, with a tonne of wonderful bloggers that you may be able to connect with and be inspired by.
Good luck to me (no one else will wish me good luck, so I may as well - LOL), and good luck to you if you decide to join me.
Do what you love. Bring joy to your life.
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
I will never forget the day that Ardyn lied to me. I found something (can't remember exactly what) hidden in a corner of her room that I had asked her to be careful with, or she would break it. It was broken. I put it behind my back,went downstairs and asked her where it was? She looked me in the eye, and told me to my face "It's in the box where it belongs. I put it away." "Really?" I asked. "Yeah," she nodded enthusiastically. Then I brought it out from behind my back.
I was stunned!!! How could my beautiful, darling, sweet, innocent little girl do such a thing???? And so convincingly? I was devastated! Had I not known it was a lie, I would have absolutely believed her. Then the questions started running through my head. "Has this happened before?" "How often is she actually lying to me?"
Kids obviously learn to lie to protect themselves from punishment. They know that if they are caught doing something wrong they will get in trouble. Mine now know that if they get caught lying, there's even MORE trouble to be had. They know it's always best to just tell the truth. Or so I thought.
Today, I experienced a new kind of lie. A lie made in the hope that there would be a reward at the end of it. The reward of choice in our house is stamps on a chart. The standard type of the reward chart that can be found in many a household, in that 'x' number of stamps will earn you "y" reward. Ardyn's "y" at the moment is a Monster High Doll that she has been longing after. Earning it should be simple. Do your chores, do as you are asked, do a little bit extra - earn stamps, get doll.
I have been asking Ardyn for YEARS to do something as simple as eat the crusts on her sandwich. Day after day her crusts would come home in her lunch box - and Bailey has taken to copying her. I have been telling them how I would like them to eat their entire lunch, including the crusts. (It's really not a big deal to not eat their crusts, but it's the half a slice of bread that they leave behind with the crusts that I object to discarding.)
A week or so ago Bailey's lunch box came home empty. And the next day, and the next. She had been eating her crusts, so I gave her a couple of extra stamps.
Today, Ardyn's lunch box was empty. When I asked her where her crusts were, she proudly told me that she had eaten them! I must admit I was a little dubious, but told her how proud I was of her and started considering giving her a stamp. Then for some reason I can't explain, the words popped out of my mouth. "No, you didn't, you put them in the bin." Her first response was "How did you know?" then realising her mistake said "No, I ate them."
"Okay. I didn't. But how did you know?"
Kids can be so oblivious to their own words at times.
"Why did you feel the need to lie honey?"
"You know we don't like lies Ardyn. Why did you lie?"
"I thought I'd get a stamp."
"No stamp for you honey, and count yourself lucky you don't actually get punished for lying to me."
I had to giggle, it's really just a crust, but I also have to be very wary. We've entered a new level of lying. Rather than lying to avoid something, she's lying to gain something. And she's good at it. Cal can't tell when she's lying, and I'm sure in years to come she'll be able to fool me too.
The next level is lying and actually believing her own lies. That's the one I'm scared of. I was good at it. If you believe your lie, then it becomes the truth and it's not as hard to continue with it.
To this day mum still tells me she doesn't want to know what was the truth and what was a lie in my teenage life. Knowing the truth scares her a little.
How the hell do I stop that one happening? How the hell can I try and convince her that it's not worth going there? I know that I'm blowing a small lie for a small reward up into something far greater, but I am wary. Wary for the future. Wary for her safety. Wary for my sanity.
With any luck that's years away. I think I'm just lying to myself, but not sure if I can believe it this time.
In the meantime, how do I just get her to eat those damn crusts?????
Saturday, September 1, 2012
I was warned not to take it too quickly. That there would be a point at about 6 weeks post injury where I would feel able to move quicker, but I physically wasn't able. Take it slowly. Consciously make your body move this way.
Then it started getting better, and although I felt good about it, my mind still wouldn't let me move any faster than a walk. I was consciously moving a lot slower than I think I was physically able to. I was now facing a mental hurdle. The memory of the 'pop' when it tore, and the subsequent physical limitations that were placed on me....I didn't want to go back there.
I was told that after about 8 weeks I should be able to train normally, and by 10 weeks (with the proper conditioning) would be able to run again.
I'm not going to lie, it's been hard. The thing that has surprised me though is how hard I have found it mentally. I had to retrain my brain to not even break into a jog to get to my child when she needed me, let alone run after her if she was in danger. And then my brain slipped into what I can only term a depression. For the last few weeks I have had 'that' cloud hanging over me and have felt like I am in a hole that's getting deeper and I just can't get out.
I knew deep down that there was one thing missing that would help alleviate some of this ...... endorphins. I needed to exercise, to sweat, to get by brain out of this funk and back into 'real' life. I need to flip the switch back to where it was.
I trained on Thursday, and shit it felt good. I have a really bad habit of doing too much too quickly, so I had to really make sure that it was a relatively easy session. And I also made sure it was one that didn't put too much strain on my calf. I did good, and yesterday felt just the right amount of hurt. I felt like it was a start.
But my start (it seems) was a false one. I knew I should have trained yesterday (lightly) or at least today, but the funk won over and I didn't. Damn funk!!!! I've been thinking today about how to get myself back to where I should be, and then.........
I think that the switch just flipped. Literally about 10 minutes ago.
I was in the shower, berating myself for not training today, and when I got out I weighed myself. Now I have tried to steer clear of the scales for the last couple of months because not only was I not moving much, but I'd also been indulging in pity food and drink a tad too much. Eating and drinking away the funk really hasn't worked.
3kgs. 72 days. 1 kilo every 24 days. I don't think that's at all bad, and then I put on my jeans and looked at myself. I mean, REALLY looked at myself.
I have avoiding that a bit too.
I have grown a little muffin top. My bra is a little tighter than it really should be. My jeans, even though they are meant to be tight, are probably a little tighter than what they should be. My skin is dry, and I have dark rings around my eyes.
FLIP! I really need to look after myself.
Put down the cheese and champagne.
I'll be in the gym tomorrow morning.
Thursday, August 2, 2012
Over the last month or so I have been sorting stuff out around the house, in my head and with my body. Spring cleaning, if you will (even though it's still winter). Perhaps getting my house, body and mind fresh in the anticipation of the brilliant spring ahead of us?
A couple of weekends ago I took all of my old kid's clothes and toys and hosted a stall at the Avalon Baby & Kids Market. The plan was to sell everything, but whatever was left at the end was NOT coming back in the house. I stayed strong, priced everything REALLY low, and sold almost everything. Whatever was left was donated to St Vincent's on the way home. I was very proud of myself, and Cal was impressed with the $350-odd that came home with me.
That took such a weight off me. I was really surprised.
And so it started.
Tradesmen have been called to do the odd jobs that have been piling up around the house and I am on a mission to declutter and reorganise.
Case in point - my wardrobe. It's a never-ending source of angst in my life. I have way too many clothes. There's no two ways about it. "Quantity, not quality" I'm often heard saying to my husband whenever he walks past it, shaking his head.
I keep meaning to be ruthless and throw half of it out, really take the time to define my style, but I just can't. There's so many sides to me, I feel that I need to be able to dress them as their mood strikes. But then I can't find anything, forget what I have, and seriously can't fit anything in.
"One out, one in" I often say to to myself - yesterday was one if those days.
There was a pile of clean clothes in our bedroom getting bigger by the day. I had no room to hang them up. I promised Cal that I would have them all hung up yesterday.....so a cull had to happen.
The cull wasn't very ruthless, I must say. There was not a redefinition of my style, but I made enough room to fit the clean clothes in.
After all was said and done, I made a pact with myself "Seriously Kirst, one out, one in. Stick to it! Make it your wardrobe mantra."
That was yesterday. Today a package came. A skirt and shirt that now needed a place in my wardrobe. One out, one in. One out, one in. I kept repeating it to myself as I was in my wardrobe finding a place to hang my new goodies.
One out, one in.
Well, that shirt that I was um-ing and ah-ing about yesterday can go. Can't it? I kept it for a reason didn't I? I'm going to wear it. Aren't I? I keep flicking past it, but the weather has been all wrong? Keep it until summer, and then if I don't wear it, it's gone. Great compromise. I'll just pop this new one in next to it.
One out, one in. One out, one in.
What about this skirt that I haven't worn since.......when did I wear it last? Well surely that's an indication it should go? Yep, it's gone. No. Um........ Again, it's a summer skirt, let's see how it goes when the weather is finer.
One in, one out.
How about this denim one? Well, you don't throw away denim skirts! You always need one in your wardrobe. Maybe one of these dresses? Again, wait until after summer.
One in, one.......OH SHUT UP!
Sod it! Hang it up. Get out of here. Deal with it another day.
I'm officially hopeless.
Saturday, July 14, 2012
While trying to understand how anxieties work, and how to deal with them (so that I in turn can help Ardyn) I'm performing a small experiment on myself.
I have this thing about my house being clean. Not sterile, but at least clean. Clutter I can handle, but not dirt. And as we have moved over the years, the houses get bigger, the number of bodies in them has increased, and it gets harder to stay on top of it with all the other day-to-day things that come with being a mum.
This may come as a real surprise to family and friends who knew me when I was younger, as to be honest, I was terrible at keeping things clean. It was not a priority. Days worth of dishes were in the sink, clothes were scattered everywhere, and washing piled up for days. But I think it had a bit to do with the fact that the houses I was living in weren't mine, I was working, and also not having kids. I have definitely kept things cleaner since we became home owners and parents.
Since we have moved to this house I have found that I am having real trouble staying on top of everything. It's a BIG house, and I find the bigger your house (plus kids), the more "stuff" you tend to accumulate, and the more dirt gets dragged into the house. And a problem that Cal and I have as a couple is that he can't see the dirt but hates the clutter, and I can handle the clutter but not the dirt. The dirt drives me mental!
So to try to keep him happy and me sane I hired a cleaner to come in once a fortnight to clean the bathrooms, mop the floors and dust the place. Then I could concentrate on clutter management and smaller cleaning tasks.
It was all going well - from my perspective. My sanity has been good, and I was getting on top of the clutter. But Cal's nose was getting more and more disjointed that money was being spent on something that he couldn't see the benefit of. He just doesn't care if there is yellow-coloured soap scum making his bathroom sink look oh-so inviting.
So my sanity service was cancelled. *sniff* I agreed to give it a go myself, make a real effort and see how I go.
Today is the day that I can feel my stress and anxiety levels starting to elevate.
The girls and I have barely been home for the last week - but Cal was. As a family we were away the week prior. The 2 weeks prior to that were a mess of dance concerts and a torn calf and me trying to get around on crutches. So needless to say, my house is a disgusting mess. And somehow Cal can't see that?!?!?!?
So while he's out for a run, and the girls are playing quietly, I'm sitting here with the mess all around me writing this post. I'm attempting exposure therapy on myself. Letting myself know that it's okay. That the world is not going to end if I don't vacuum those dust bunnies off the floor. The house won't collapse around me because Cal's bathroom sink is a glorious shade of ochre. Maybe I can try and see the dust layer on the shelves as.........who the hell am I kidding?
Get the Dyson out!! I'm on a mission!!!!!!!!!
Monday, July 9, 2012
We all suffer from anxieties from time to time. Well, I'm no psychologist, but I think we do. I have certainly done enough reading into managing anxieties to believe that we all go through it in some way. Some people more than others, obviously.
I have anxieties, and so does my 7 year old daughter. I fear that I have in some projected my anxieties onto her. Even though our fears and anxieties are quite different. The good news in though, In trying to help her, I have actually helped myself. I'm probably it the best place that I have been for years. But Ardyn's still need work.
Her issue is dogs - animals in general. She has never been attacked, never had a negative experience with an animal (that I can pinpoint anyway), but has a complete meltdown whenever exposed to them. Strike that, USED to. She's a hell of a lot better now, but that's come at a cost of 12 months therapy and some very hard work from us as a family, and our close friends. We have had a hell of a lot of people on board managing this, and I am grateful for all of them.
Ardyn's therapy has come to an end. Her therapist said that there's nothing more thats he can do. We have all the tools and need to move forward and work through it.
It's a slow slog, but we're getting there. It's a continual process at the moment, and I have to keep remembering that.
Why am I sharing this? Well, if anyone reads this Blog, they know that I share everything (well, just about). But this time I have found a process and a couple of books that seem to be doing the trick. I had to share, just in case you are a parent to an anxious child.
Parenting Your Anxious Child with Mindfulness and Acceptance - Christopher McCurry Ph.D
Introduced me to the idea of Acceptance and Commitment Therapy, and gave me tools to help my kids let go of fears and worries without creating avoidance issues (I have found out that avoiding your worries is not good. Better to accept them and deal with them - sounds simple when you're not dealing with a 7 year old).
What to do When you Worry too Much: A Kid's Guide to Overcoming Anxiety - Dawn Huebner
Recommended for 6-12 year olds and uses Cognitive Behaviour Therapy to help kids become aware of their worries and work out new ways of dealing with them. It is a hands-on workshop type book that has kids writing and drawing their way through their worries. Ardyn has found it very useful.
There is also a heap of stuff on the net, but be careful or you can get overwhelmed with all the information out there. But in taking a positive from that, you can take solace in the fact that you are not alone. There are many parents out there with anxious kids, and I am one of them.
Accepting it, and dealing with it - and sharing.
Tuesday, June 19, 2012
I'm old. Well I feel mighty old tonight.
A couple of months ago I was asked if I wanted to play on a friend's netball team. I was so excited! One thing that I truly miss since leaving Melbourne was. Y team sports. Not for the sport itself, but it was always a bonus to have a run around, but to spend time with my friends and catch up.
As we get older, get jobs, married, become parents, life understandably becomes busier. It becomes harder to fit in time with our friends. Participating in a team sport allowed my friends and I to catch up in a casual way. W touched base, saw each other, had a chat, and made further plans to catch up.
So to be asked to join a team after living here "teamless" for the past 7 years was music to my ears.
First game I had a BALL! I was haring around chasing my own tail half the time, but I was loving being out there playing in a team. I had a couple of bumps and falls, and came out of it quite sore and sorry for myself the next day. Truth be told, I was sore for a week!
I was really looking forward to the next game, and even though I was still pulling up a little stiff, I was as keen as ever to get up there. Then at the second centre pass I felt my quad go "twang". Bugger! That was me, on the bench for the rest of the game. I was just thankful that it was my right leg and I could still drive.
The Gods treated me well for the weeks that followed. We had a walkover, the stadium had a blackout so games were cancelled, and we had a bye.
So out we went this evening, ready to play. I was so happy to be on the court again!
The game was going well. I was chasing my opposition and my tail, and we were winning! Life was good.
Then I felt something hit me in the calf. I honestly thought that someone had kicked me. I looked around and was by myself, went to take another step........OWWWW!
I've heard about this before, but never experienced it. When you tear your calf and it feels like someone has thrown a rock into your leg or something. That's just how it felt. And while sitting on the bench thinking about how much Cal is going to yell at me, it hit me - it's my right leg. I can't drive.
So after getting one of the girls to drive my car home (thank goodness a couple of them car pooled) I sit on my couch, resting, icing, compressing and elevating, and unable to move without the assistance of crutches. Cal and I are trying to work out how to get the kids where they need to be tomorrow.
I am hoping that the morning will bring the ability to move my foot and possibly drive a car. I don't mind admitting that I'm a little worried, and really want to get to the sports doctor tomorrow too. So much for the errands I had planned to run tomorrow.
I am getting old, and I really don't want to admit to it.
My body doesn't like the stuff that I want to do.
I may need to make some changes.
Monday, June 18, 2012
In the front cover of the order of service was the following poem. I was just reading it again, and the words touched me as much as they did that morning two weeks ago.
I had to share.
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
I dont expect huge traffic to my Blog. In fact I am stunned when I get more than 10 hits a day.
Imagine my surprise when I looked in my stats right now and saw that this post has 2,396 views!!!!! Then I laughed - the bloody title could come up in response to all sorts of web searches. Makes we wonder what sort of terms people are punching into Google.
When I looked at the keyword search, they all contained 'boob' in some way - big boobies, teenage boobs(!!), boobs - and they are all from the US, UK or India.
Too funny!!!! Or sad???
Not sure I like this traffic to my Blog though.
GO AWAY PERVS!!!!!!! You've not welcome here.
Sunday, June 10, 2012
Two days into the Expo, and I am having a great time. I came here with the intention of just doing classes and seeing friends (which I have done), but I have ended up having a little bit of a shop too. I figured with the Craft & Quilt show in Sydney next week I'd have no need to shop - much easier to buy in Sydney where I can get it home in my car - but some of the exhibitors won't be in Sydney, so I had to. Really, there was no other choice.
One such exhibitor was Lynette Carroll. You must check out her work. It's amazing! I have bought a couple of kits to complete which will end up as heirloom items for the girls (hopefully). They are AMAZING!!
And I can't walk past the Twiddleybitz stand without getting my wallet out. Their samples are TO DIE FOR. Such amazing talent on their Design Team. (I wish I could paste photos in here. You will have to make do with the links).
My classes have been held by some very talented tutors. Julie Winks, Sonia Thomason, Angella Peardon, Louise Nelson, Julie Van Oosten and Jane Tregenza. I look forward to sharing my creations when I get home.
I had a goal to not go home with any incomplete projects. I am doing pretty well on that count. There are two that I haven't finished, which were big on technique. Lots of creative playing. So I will do more with them at home. All in all I am very happy with what I have to show for my efforts. I can post to Facebook, so I will pop over to my "I Am Kirst" page now and post some. (Edit 10/6: Damn photos won't load! Got one on there.)
After I spend all day creating, I get to come back to my room and enjoy the quiet, have dinner, catch up with people if I want.......whatever I like. It's so strange to have so much time to myself to do whatever I like with whoever I like. Strange, but nice. A very rare occurrence in the life of a stay-at-home-mum, and I have taken advantage of this time. On top of all of this "me time" I have managed more sleep than usual, but I am still tired. I'm not sure if it's because I'm not used to having this much sleep, or if the terrible hotel bed has something to do with it (and considering how sore my back and neck are, I think it's probably a big factor).
So tomorrow is our last day. I head home in the evening, but won't get to see my cherubs until Tuesday. I do get to see my wonderful husband, and I am really looking forward to it. (Who-da thunk it!)
Until I get home - see ya!
Friday, June 8, 2012
I am in Brisbane for the Scrapbook and Papercrafts Convention. Yes it sounds a little geeky, but I am going to spend three days making art. There is shopping to be done too, but truth be told, I have no interest. Just make art. That's all I'm interested in.
I want to try and blog about the weekend as I go along, but 1) I don't have the best track record with keeping my blog up to date, and 2) I can't work out how to upload photos from my iPad. Well see how I go.
What plans do you have for the long weekend?
Friday, May 18, 2012
I am currently sitting at MacDonalds taking enjoying their coffee and loving the free WiFi while my car is getting fixed. I thought I'd take advantage of the time that I have and write a blog post I'd been planning, but I can't load the photos that I want from my iPad, and now after trying different ways for some time, I'm frustrated.
This is all you are getting. My brain doesn't want to work for me and think up anything amusing, articulate or in any way interesting.
Blah. K x
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
Monday, April 30, 2012
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|Duncan and 1 - 1973|
|Mal, Dunc, Mum & I - circa 1976|
|Mal & I - circa 1979|
|My "innocent" little terrors|
|Bateman's Bay - April 2012|
|Hanging out at home - April 2012|