Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Wonderful Wednesday

I've decided that I really need to take time out each week (well, each day would be better but I won't bore you with that) to remember what is wonderful about my life. There are days like today when I really need to remember to keep myself from banging my head against the wall.

Quiet moments
Right now, as I type this, I'm laying on Garrett's bed, gorgeous QLD sunshine is flickering through the wooden blinds. Ande is (was) quietly watching sesame st. I have a chance after sorting through some toys for charity to just chill. I'm not sure why, but lately I've much preferred to relax in the boys room, rather than my own. I guess because its just so much more inviting with the winter sun warming up this side of the house.
I so could go for a nanna lap right about now.

Happy Ande after naughty Ande and wonderful uplifting friends
This morning I was mortified when Ande threw a tantrum at the shops. He isn't one that regularly has those public displays of aggression (private is a whole other matter!), so it still catches me off guard when he doesn't stop after the first word of warning. I gave up what I was doing and we came home. I had a sook on Facebook and was almost instantly reassured that his behaviour wasn't a direct reflection on my parenting skills. It so often feels like it is, so to be so quickly uplifted was comforting as well as reassuring.
After we got home, ande must have realised that he'd pushed me to my limits and has returned to happy Ande. Typical.

Access to good quality drugs
Before you start calling DOCS and scream 'won't somebody please think of the children' lovejoy from the Simpsons style. I'm talking painkillers. I've had an horrible toothache that nothing I tried had worked at giving me any real relief for any real length.of time. That is until today. I've got something new, and for about 2 and a bit hours I've been feeling relatively normal.

I don't even have to brave pick up today as Garrett is getting a lift home!

Friday, July 22, 2011

The simple pleasures

I had the most wonderful of phone calls today.

Probably the best I have had all week. Maybe all month.

It was Jase. He called just to say that he loves me.

That is all. Nothing more, nothing less.

The feeling I got from this simple act I cant put into words. It meant so much at that point in time for him to have made that call. I still have goosebumps when I think about it...

Yep, Love is a simple - but marvelous thing. 3 simple words.

The race car family

We are a different breed of family here. We love cars, heck we named our first born after a turbo. We are a Nissan family, and own and drive imports. Our family car is a 2dr Nissan r33 skyline. That's my car, and I love it (more so when we get it tuned properly soon!).

On the weekend we went to the race track for 'happy laps'. Happy laps, for those that don't know is where you can take your car, out on the race track for a few laps. No silliness, just fun driving. We've done this a few times before, but this week we took the boys out for the first time.

Oh. My. Goodness.

The boys adored every minute of it. Garrett picked cars ahead and said that he was 'driving' those. Ande made more car noise than what my car did.

The experience its self would have been enough to make my day, but more so because of the pure joy I could see on their faces.

Here are a few snaps taken on the track.

Sunday, July 17, 2011

My poor neglected sewing cabinet

I'm not proud to admit it, especially when a lot of sewers would LOVE a Horn sewing cabinet. Mine is very unloved of late.
Over the past few years I've gone from sewing all day most days, to rarely sewing at all. Just after the peak of my sewing, my grandmother offered me her sewing cabinet. It was lovingly received and it rekindled my love of sewing.
Since buying this house and moving my sewing time has diminished to the point were my machine now lays idle for months at a time. The only reason it has been used at all lately is because I could not find any winter pants for G for school which resulted in me having to make them.
A reason it doesn't get used would be that probably around year ago A lost my key for the cabinet, and the spare we found for it a month or so later. Getting the machine out was a mission without the keys! When the passion isn't there, that amount of effort just isn't worth it.
All of this brings us to this week. J found a set of old keys under the house, which fit the cabinet. Today I have hemmed up 3 sets of pants for G, turned a size 10 jumper into a 7, and then cleaned and reorganized the cabinet.

Gosh its nice to have it all clean and organised, maybe it will spark my Passion again?