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Redballoon: Experience Happy!

This is a sponsored post for RedBalloon.

Tell me, how pretty is this box? Wouldn't it be lovely to receive a box like this every month for 3, 6 or 12 months?


Last week, I was given the fantastic opportunity of trialling a RedBalloon subscription. They currently have 59 different subscription offers from which I was able to choose - it was a very difficult choice to make, so many yummy things to try! I finally put my hand up for the Ningana range of fine jams and relishes and soon they were on their way to me via courier. Don't they look lovely?

The Grumpy Old Man and I had a chuckled over the playful names on the label; 'Jam I Am' and 'Wam Bam Man Jam' - which came in the flavour of 'spicy pumpkin', and then got down to the serious business of taste testing. We were very impressed with the quality of the orange marmalade and the strawberry jam - which reminded me of the jam my grandmother used to make! The big winner was the  Man Jam pumpkin relish - we…

Have Laminator, Will Makes Household Chores and Rules Posters!

I took a break from reading about Creative Writing Research Theory this afternoon to make a folder full of household posters!

You see, my friend Robbie loaned me his laminator... Oh, the power of laminating! The things I will do!

Like most parents, I'm so very sick of repeating myself. So, now I'm going to have all these signs up around the house, to which I will drag my kids when they refuse to toe the line and show our home some common courtesy!

Here are the posters I have created!











These are screen shots which I have roughly (very roughly!) trimmed for the purpose of posting here. There may be more to come - I'm going to trial these first and see how they go. I might add 'leave the toilet with the lid down' one, for example... 
I know some of my readers will feel this is an exercise in futility, or that I'm being far too strict with the boys, but routine and order work in our house, the boys respond well when they know - in clear terms -what is expected of th…

There are no public holidays in parenting...

I commented to Dave this morning that it feels like we never stop. He laughed - in the kind of way that puts his very existence in danger if I'm not in the right mood - and said, 'We are never closed for business!'

This is so true, of course, and every parent knows it. There is no real down time. Even when you're having a 'break', you really aren't, because from the moment you know there is a child on the way, you cannot ever really delegate the responsibility for that child. Not even when they are fully grown - just ask my parents, or your own for that matter...

It's been a busy weekend. We had the school fair at the primary school and despite a forecast of rain, we managed not to get wet, and there were even lengthy sunny patches, though the wind was bitter at times. I think numbers were down this year, but still a very good turn out (just not crowds and fewer long queues to negotiate).

I started out the day on the fairy floss stall (the most loathed …

STOP obsessing about your post-partum body!

I am sick as a dog. I have next to no voice, which all and sundry are grateful for because I'm in a foul mood and would only spew a cascade of obscenities anyway. So, with that in mind, read on with caution because I'm about to put my ranty pants on...

Was in the car this morning morning, dragging my sorry self off to Uni to pick up my work to do from home, and was listening to radio national (I think) when life matters (again, I think, I was totally hopped up on painkillers and cold medication and barrocca) came on with the discussion of 'post-partum bodies' and the increasing need women have for plastic surgery to get rid of post baby jelly belly, stretch marks and droopy boobs.



I didn't hear the rest of the show because as soon as I heard the intro I felt compelled to kick the dash board of the car into a million tiny bits of plastic, so instead I calmly, but quickly, changed the radio channel to some hideous 'sound scape' of so-called 'music'...

The Self-reflective Teenager,,,

I currently - for the next 7 1/2 months - have one teenager. He is fourteen. People used to 'Hoohoohoo' and 'Just you wait until they're teenagers' at me when I complained about my preschoolers. To be honest, the first year and bit of the teen years hasn't been too bad. I hear fifteen and sixteen are particularly trying with boys, so I reserve the right to change my mind, but so far, so good.

My teenager is probably somewhat emotionally immature for his age, or introverted, or whatever it takes for him to not be too much of a pain in the posterior. Yes, he wants to stay up all night and sleep all day, but actually that isn't much different from any time after the age of four - except then he didn't want to sleep during the day, so this is actually much better.

He is totally self-obsessed. He spends much longer in the bathroom grooming himself (that is what we tell ourselves he is doing in there with the door locked for 45 minutes every morning) than …

Let it be NOVEMBER!

Ever since I was very young, November has been my favourite month. I'm born in December and so you might think I would love December the most because my birthday is then and Christmas is then - and I love Christmas - but no, I heart November.
I was due in November, maybe that is why?
November has all the fun of December, but is more laid back, if you know what I mean. There is more time to just enjoy the warmer weather and the lead up to Christmas without having to stress so much about Christmas grocery shopping (my most loathed activity - why can't the food just appear in the fridge???).
But more than that...
November, for me, starts with Beltaine - the feast of fertility! This has always been my favouritist of favourite sabbats. In the northern hemisphere this day is most commonly known as May Day, or Maypole day, but as spring in the southern hemisphere happens later in the year, we celebrate May Day around now. Some celebrate Beltaine on the 31st of October and blend it i…