Fake is better right?
Yes, if we’re talking about Fur. No if we’re talking about chocolate.
Here’s an interesting one, what do you think of electric fireplaces? I mean, sure on the downside, they require electricity, but if you generate your own power through the use of green methods, then maybe that’s not a bad thing?
Visually, I think that they can be really cool. I love the look of those Hollywood-esque fireplaces where you can flick a switch and then blue flames pop out a of a row of smooth round pebbles in the wall for example.
Do you even know what I’m talking about?
Can anyone explain why I have just posted 4 times in a row?
Right, I’m on the home stretch for party prep, so next weeks posts are going to be choc full of photographs and fun colourful stuff.
Hold tight peeps.
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Am I the only one with a bizarre interest in the current Forex charts, even though I don’t work in finance?
I swear I must check those things at least 6 times a day. There must be some practical application for this urge that could net me some money…right? It’s easier than it sounds, since I have a forex widget set up in my mac dashboard (hit a key – and a semi transparent screen comes up with a number of things…latest weather, forex charts, world clock amongst others etc).
So, yeah, a keen interest in foreign currency, is one of my more bizarre idiosyncracies. No, I have NO idea how to spell idiosyncracies, and am far to lazy to employ the spell checker.
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Even though I no-one in my immediate circle knows that I blog here, I’m just going to say this here, for the sake of saying it.
Yes I am done with having two kids. They are both boys. No this does not make me want a girl.
I do not feel incomplete.
I have no desire to be pregnant again, no desire to seek out prenate vitamins with dha, or the whole swollen ankle, puffy face scenario, just to see if I might be “lucky” this time around and have a girl.
I love my boys, I love my life and just because I have TWO of the same DOES NOT mean that I am NOT DONE.
So there.
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Rant ahead.
Husband has been working his backside off as usual.
Which doubles my workload at home.
Normally we have a pretty even split, hubby handles kids breakfast and lunch boxes, and I handled getting them wrangled and dressed. Then in the evenings, I handle dinner, bath and then usually by this time hubs is home in time for the ‘bed’ part of the routine.
But this week has been hectic for hubs, and he only made bed time once, and even then it was only because I let the kids stay up an hour later than usual.
I’m not a moaner. I’m not ecstatic about all the extra pressure on me, because of all the extra pressure on hubs (at work), but I do feel like it’s unacknowledged. He works hard, he gets promotions and raises. I work hard alongside him, and carry just as much of the stress, and all I get for my troubles are wrinkles. There are no spontaneous dinners out, evenings out or vacations. Nothing. Nada. Not even a piddly bunch of flowers.
I’m about as acknowledged around here as a set of old door knobs. Always there, always useful, always reliable, but who really actually notices how well they do their job?
So instead of feeling sorry for myself, I took myself off to the hair dresser for my ghd curls. Because they make me feel good about me. While I was there, I pondered my situation.
I decided that the high road was of course the best course of action, and I promptly booked the hubby a back and neck massage for 5pm this afternoon for 30mins.
I delivered it to his office.
He came to get it from me, when I rang to say I was there, and looked all surprised when I handed him the envelope (I’m sure he thought I’d brought him food of some kind, so I suppose an ‘envelope’ was a bit of a let down).
A bit of “oh sheesh, thanks babe, that was thoughtful.” then a quizzical look on his face and an accusation, “So we’re in the money are we?” (which translates as – would you please stop spending my freakin’ money).
My first thought was to shout FARK YOU and drive off in a huff, but the high road prevailed and I just smiled and left.
!
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Okay, hold on everybody, I can’t keep up with you! I have 425 unread posts in my RSS reader!
Now I’m accustomed to having around 200 unread items at any time, because of all the tech/design/decor blogs that I subscribe to, but right I am getting behind on all of YOU too!
So here’s what I’ve been up to this week, and why I haven’t been blogging.
Work! Work! Work!
I have not been out shopping for lingerie, but rather odds and ends for Skips party on Saturday. I had to laugh, I read some FB status updates from some of you yankee chicks out there (Lisanne I’ma lookin’ at you kid) who were all talking about how your kids birthday parties are only in October and November and you were all done with party prep. HAH, well here’s how we do it round these parts, we leave it until approximately 48hrs before blast off, to get everything done.
If I am to TOOT my own horn a little one of the moms called my party invitation (which I designed from scratch), “The Invitation of the Year” because it was Star Wars themed and I photoshopped Skips head onto Obi-Wans body, and used Star Wars type lingo for the invite.
Right now, I’m also making party banners (again using Skip’s image in amongst Anakin/Darth Vadar/C3PO/R2D2 etc), and I just managed to pick up all the goodies with which to make the favours, now I just have to assemble them and finish decorating them.
Tomorrow night we pick up the birthday cake – which is going to look like this…
So it’s not strictly speaking a Star Wars cake, but still, it’s spacey, so I’m sure Skip will love it. The woman baking it offered to put lights around it for extra $ but I decided not to, since we’re not having the party at home, and I’m unsure about where there will be electrical outlets etc.
Right, I must dash, favours to finish, I’m repackaging regular sweets and printing up labels for them, so teddy tots are going to be “Ewok Nibbles”, and Rasberry Rings are going to be “Planetary Rings of Naboo” etc
…and I have to remember to charge my camera batteries so that I can show you guys the details later!
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