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Showing posts from March, 2013

Why, hello there...

Uh-oh, I haven't blogged in ten days!

It doesn't feel like it's been ten days but then again, that's not surprising as it has been a jam-packed week and a half and I haven't had much time to reflect on it, let alone compose a blog post about all the happenings.

We took the car in to be assessed and were told the problem was not covered by our RACV warranty, and that it would cost in excess of $2000 to fix. On the same day, the Grumpy Old Man had a job interview for a position which requires him to have a car.

We ended up calling his mum and asking her for the money. We weren't at all sure that she would come to the party, not because she couldn't afford to but because she has not been very supportive of the idea of the Grumpy Old Man driving since father-in-law passed away almost four years ago.

She did come to the party though and we got the car fixed, which was cheaper than expected at $1700, and had a new key cut (a worn key was the reason the battery ke…

New cars are like new babies...

We've had our car for about a month now and it has been a month full of new learning.

A steep learning curve, with lots of stress and worry and sleepless nights - sound familiar?

The Grumpy Old Man and I can't help but feel it's been a lot like bringing a new baby home.

Some people, when they get a new car, it's all shiny and sleek and runs like clockwork and the most they have to do is learn how much pressure the gas and brake pedals need and how big the turning circle and other dimensional measurements are.

Other people get a new car (to them) and straight away there seem to be problems. It's hard not to ask yourself, 'Did I get a dud?', or smile in the face of other people's quips about 'buying a lemon' - in parent speak, it's a bit like being asked if your frequent night waker is a 'good sleeper'.

But just like proud new parents, the new car owner loves their new car, they want to be proud of it, they want to do what it takes to …


I went to my first counselling session for a long time this morning. The lovely young counsellor asked me what I wanted to achieve from the sessions, and I had to be honest and say it wasn't really my idea to come along. It was something my GP had suggested when she put me on anti-anxiety medication 10 days or so ago.

I told her I've already had a lot of counselling in my life, some formal, some because I have parents who are counsellors and who counsel me all the time for free (though, obviously, they're not impartial). I told her I'm fairly self-aware, I understand my triggers, I understand about acting to prevent anxiety and acting to soothe anxiety, but that that hasn't been helping me much lately, so basically I wanted to reduce anxiety but other than that I had no specific goals.

She found out I have no qualms talking about myself and family - nope, no qualms at all. In fact I love to talk about myself.

She also found out that my life story cannot be summari…

International Women's Day and having it all...

First off, Happy International Women's Day!

You may be scratching your head that I, a self-professed non-feminist, would be celebrating this day. I have recently come to the realisation that while I personally don't need feminism, it seems many, many other women really do need it. They really don't believe themselves to be equal, they really don't question the inequalities or demand better for themselves. Until all women do this, I guess there is a need for feminism.

I am still an egalitarian, though, not a feminist.

I really like the message of the illustration above. It came along on my Facebook stream with the following blurb attached.

On International Women's Day, my hope for you is that you will ride in on your own white horse and rescue yourself.  Choose health.   Choose relationships.   Choose the parts of your career that are yours.   Choose what makes your soul sing.  Educate the people around you about what you will and won't do. The 'ditch this&#…

Barritone and Undiebum...

Erik came back from camp yesterday. He rang just before 3pm because his coach had arrived at school earlier than expected and he wanted the Grumpy Old Man to come and pick him up earlier.

I barely recognised his voice over the phone.

At first I thought it was my brother Mike.

It was so DEEP.

Erik's voice has been getting deeper over the past year, but he has this voice he reserves for me which is still quite high, more askance, a voice he uses to get his way. I've pointed out to him that I can tell when he wants something because he speaks in a higher, more breathy voice. He didn't believe me.

When he got home he said he wished I hadn't mentioned the higher voice to him because kids on camp noticed it, too. What one has to do with the other, I'm not sure, but since camp he is all about the deep, deep voice. His voice is deeper than anyone in this house, even mine!


Last night Ari slept in undies.

This marks the first 24 hour cycle in this ho…

Systems which encourage failure...

In the process of getting a child evaluated for a behavioural disorder, professionals like to interview the child, the parents and also the child's out-of-home care environment; being it a childcare centre, school or high school, or even extra curricular activity provider. The purpose of this is to show a pattern of behaviour over a range of environments.

I think this is probably best practice, as it rules out some environmental causes, sometimes. However, we have also come a cropper of this.

When Erik was eight and we first sought an evaluation, we were given a survey to give to his teacher to fill out. We had a problem in that his teacher at the time was actually a temporary stand in for his usual teacher who was on long service leave for a term. The stand in teacher had the attitude of not wanting to 'label' children. We had already encountered this when two children attacked Erik in the school yard, and we asked the teacher to investigate and found out later that he ha…