#619 New TV

We didn’t get anything fancy. God knows we can’t afford it. But the reasoning to getting it was, if we had just added the sports package and Hubbie couldn’t bloody well see the players, stats, shots, ANYTHING on the left side of the screen during his much loved NBA, then what was the bloody point of an extra $29 a month?

You see, our TV never had any issues. Until…

Dum da dum dum.

Baby girl came along.

Don’t turn your nose up at me. Until you have a child that wants to ruin ALL of your things, don’t say ‘it can’t happen to me.’

I used to say that. And guess what?

It DID happen to me.

You know what’s worse? It always occurs with the ‘sleepers.’ You know the ones, the kids that are oh so darling, flash their bright whites at you, give you hugs and kisses, eat their vegies… all that jazz.

And then when you are not watching, they take their toy maraca and smash it against the TV.

There is only so much you can do when a child takes to TV with strong object. See, by the time you get to them to stop them…

… The TV has copped a few good bangs. You think, fine, I’ll confiscate the maraca. Tell off your child. “Don’t do that!”

And nothing happens for weeks.

Then BANG! They have gotten hold of some festival light-up stick, and BANG BANG BANG! Again against the TV.

And you’re like “what is wrong with you? I thought you liked Dora the Explorer?”

You can confiscate all the hard, stick-like objects, and do your best to keep it from happening again… but it happens so infrequently, you kind of think, ‘I can’t just stay here watching her watch TV, ALL the time…’

And that is the beginning of the TV undoing. Because just as you think they have gotten over the TV bashing stage –

BANG!

And that my friends, is how the left side of our TV came to stay a blurry black, for about 2 whole years.

We got used to it, but really, it was soooo annoying.

I mean, TV entertainment was just not the same. Action scenes? They are fighting, and then disappear to the black.

Drama? Watch someone arguing into blank space.

Romance? There is no point in watching love scenes when all you can see are arms.

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This is our new beauty. Of course, within 10 minutes of set up it was already on baby girl’s old fave.

I just hope she still likes The Wiggles, or else she’ll go to bat with them too…

😉

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#616 Chaddy shopping day no.4

Today wasn’t just another Chaddy shopping day…

It was the BEST Chaddy shopping day!

:):):)

You know, last Spring/Summer, I think I bought one item of clothing. One. A pair of shoes had already been bought before we moved, but that was it.

One. Single. Item.

You see, not only is it hard buying clothes, or anything personal for yourself when you have a young child, but it all becomes equally harder when you move into a WIP house that suddenly needs not just renovations and fix-me-ups, but ALL the renovations and ALL the fix-me-ups.

Money goes right out the window, door, down the toilet and gets lost in every house crevice imaginable in an ongoing project like that.

So naturally, YOU become last on the list of priorities.

However, in the last couple of weeks, I saw we were going to have some cash left over soon. This coincided with a couple of days of staring into my wardrobe and sighing “I actually have nothing!”

Cue TODAY.

I had the most enormous run of luck while shopping, that even I AM STILL REELING.

I actually felt horribly guilty for Hubbie, who only bought one top. It’s a nice top, but still…

ONE TOP.

I even trumped baby girl, who ALWAYS trumps us. She got a small toy, we got her a small Christmas tree (watch this space!) and some storage baskets for her toys…

I got SO MUCH MORE (tee hee hee!)

5 items of clothing, modelled amateurly by yours truly

(Left to right: Flowy pants, Top, Top)

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(Dress)

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(Jacket)

Oops! Here’s baby girl with her Frozen thongs, the cheeky thing snuck in but I still have more…

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… The piece de resistance.

THE BAG.

It’s the Campomaggi bag I’ve been eyeing off for months, the bag I mentioned casually in this earlier post, and the bag that after online research and video tutorials on how to clean the bag once I own it, I finally went in today and bought it.

The protective bag it came in

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And the bag, front and back itself

My love 🙂

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I am giddy with excitement. I feel brand new. :):):)

 

#610 The Sia tickets

I’ve been quietly shitting myself for a couple of months now.

I didn’t even tell Hubbie about my horrible toilet disposition until just recently, when I felt I might have to forewarn him in the event of some horrible Murphy’s Law eventuating.

You see, earlier this year we purchased tickets to a Sia concert at the end of November. I’ve been waiting for them to arrive since August ended, since that is what was anticipated by the ticket company upon purchase.

Well, come end of August, and still, NO TICKETS.

Why did I start to freak, other than the obvious of clearly wanting to get tickets to a show I purchased?

Well, Hubbie is a HUGE Sia fan. After reading in an interview a while back that said she would never tour, he then proclaimed that if she were to EVER actually do it and come here, he would pay big bucks for the occasion.

Which leads me to my second diarrhoea composition. We did end up spending BIG BUCKS when she announced her tour, so much so that it put a terrific dent in our credit card, something we are still paying for! (in EVERY sense of the word).

And lastly, when I bought these tickets online, I purposefully DIDN’T purchase ticket insurance, OR organise the extra fee for them to be delivered via registered mail.

Why?! I had just spent a small fortune as it was. I know it is bonkers, but I didn’t want to spend more, even if it were for peace of mind, when I had already put more money than we could handle onto these tickets.

So, instead, I started to sweat. Through my arse.

But alas, today! Today we finally received them, safely and in one piece.

I have tucked them away for safe-keeping, and I will remember this scenario as a word of warning for myself in the future…

Purchase the God-damn ticket insurance when you need to take out a mortgage for your concert tickets. That is all.

sia

#526 Blessing in disguise

As it has been for the last little while, we have been thinking and planning for our upcoming kitchen reno. And as I look forward with eagerness to the new, clean, fresh-looking cupboards and benchtops and appliances and work spaces, one little nagging thought has continually entered my mind…

Will I have any more storage space?

Storage for me, is a big thing. I am not just a hoarder. But in the kitchen, I do like to experiment. Cook like this, cook like that. I won’t ever say no to a different recipe, and if I fear a certain way of cooking/preparing/baking a dish, my curiosity and fascination always wins out and I do it anyway.

Curiosity is a powerful force. I find I rarely fail in these endeavours. I’m not saying I’m a Masterchef… but I do well.

So I have bagged up a few or so items/appliances/crockery/servingware in my culinary adventures. And I don’t intend on parting with them anytime soon… in fact, I plan on ADDING to the family.

Sheesh. Don’t tell Hubbie.

Which is why I look with concern as I scan my kitchen, my old, out-dated kitchen, NOW. I stare at it, squint my eyes, and think of the new kitchen… and I honestly don’t think there will be much additional storage.

This is a concern, because as mentioned in a post late last year, I still have about 7-8 boxes crammed-full of kitchen stuff, that currently does not fit in my kitchen. They have been piled into corners elsewhere, but currently are out of action…

Brow-furrowing issue. Hrmmmm….

Cue the inconvenient “gas heater break-down problem,” A.K.A. Blessing in Disguise.

So today, I found out, it probably wasn’t worth fixing our old heater that broke down on us last Friday morning. Sure, it could be repaired…. but after forking out even more $$$, there was no guarantee that another major issue wouldn’t occur for this almost 40 year old (not even exaggerating) heater that was seriously getting on.

Needing a new gas heater throws a spanner in the works, in that it obviously requires $$$, bills are coming in, we are focusing on the kitchen primarily, and also, it will need to be rejigged and refit outside.

Our current gas heater sits inside our house you see, right around the corner from the kitchen. It’s in the hallway, so almost in the kitchen. Ripping the old one out of the cupboard from there, will…

Leave the cupboard bare.

!!!

Despite the $$$ gas heater re-fit bill looming in my head, the storage lover in me could not help but see the beautiful potential.

The potential in turning the old gas heater cupboard, into another pantry/useful cupboard for my kitchen items.

Ta ding!

And just like that, a little bit like when I started this blog and was grateful that when that car hit me that fatefully annoying day in Feb of ’16, I slowly grew to be grateful for the fact that when he hit me, he hit my side, and so the car was less affected, and more easily repaired with just the removal of the back door.

This new gas heater will be a costly and time-consuming exercise, but when it is done, my kitchen will definitely have ample storage… and that, is nothing to squint at.

Grateful for our dying gas heater. Who would have thought?!

 

 

#525 Small portable heaters

Today I’m loving this girl

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This guy is super awesome too

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I like this black one

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And this emanating one rocks in a real chilled out, undercover way

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This other identical white one is much appreciated

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And even this ancient relic, that DOES blow warm air, while at the same time simultaneously releasing some kind of cold gust from the sides, making you need to turn it off because you just can’t take anymore cold air, well even this one is somewhat liked. Somewhat.

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All of this because our ducted gas heating broke down on us last Friday morning.

I spoke about my love for our ducted gas heating when after ages of trying to get it fixed here after Sea changing (the gas pipe leading into the house had rusted, having had no occupants in here for years before we moved in) we finally got it working after repeated, repeated, repeated visits from our gas heater/ plumbing guy.

Back then he said it was old, but the unit was really good. It was dependable.

Dude, the thing has shit itself half-way into Winter. I don’t call that overly reliable.

When it worked though, it was the BOMB. It heated us up so efficiently and quickly, that honestly, baby girl would be left red-faced as she strolled around the house with no socks. I loved the heater, and it treated us well, until I turned it on one chilly morning last Friday, and waited…

And waited…

And waited…

And then went, “Oh Damn.”

All I can hope is our heater can get fixed soon, and for the smallest amount of $$$ possible. Make it just $. In the meantime though, those above beauties are gold, and actually doing a decent job of keeping various main rooms, bathrooms and bedrooms around the house, cosy.

They are saving us immensely, especially this cold-hating girl. And yet I have to wonder…. who else in this world today, is writing a post about being grateful for a portable heater, huh? I bet you NO ONE.

Challenge: Prove me wrong!

#518 Chaddy shopping day no.2

Considering I practically live in jeans, it’s weird that I only have two pairs that I religiously alternate between.

Well, maybe not so weird. I am a Mum after all, and us Mums are notorious for putting ourselves last ALL THE TIME.

I bought my last black pair of Nobody jeans a good 4 years ago… I know the time roughly because baby girl was not around, at all. Make that, maybe 5 years. That’s a long time to repeatedly wear the same pair, on and off, and further proof of the staying-power and longevity of this Melbourne-based jean legend.

So when my zip broke while at work earlier this week (fortunately at the end of my shift) I knew it was coming time to look at another pair.

Today at Chaddy, the purchases were:

  • a new black pair of Cult Skinny Black Nobody jeans! (why try something else when you’ve found the best?)

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(that’s not me, but they look something like that)

  • a Paw Patrol Chase toy and car, and a Wobbly Worm game
  • and finally, some awesome chocolate and cheese hokkaidos, which were the BOMB

Baby girl and Hubbie spent ages slinging hoops over the ‘wobbly worm,’ a game I think is fantastic for both kids, and their parents, especially at the end of a party where the parents can get just as intense and full-on in their competitiveness, especially when a couple of drinks are involved.

And the hokkaidos, why, oh my. I promise they are not paying me. They are just so damn good!

Shopping day, well spent. 🙂 $

 

 

#511 Frozen Fun

It was always going to be a grateful day when we went to see Disney’s Frozen On Ice. None more so grateful that baby girl herself.

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She dressed up in her finest character-gear – the ‘Anna’ costume (which I secretly revelled in because she was going against the grain of every other girl dressing as Elsa);

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we jumped on a beachside train and had a fun trip into the city alongside other little people dressed as Frozen characters (baby girl became best friends instantly with a girl her age dressed as Elsa);

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and after the show, took a token piece of heavily-overpriced Frozen merchandise home, because you know, Disney marketing.

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Isn’t baby girl the one grateful for all this? Why would I even mention these things when all of the above points would have made HER excited and happy?

It’s because what makes her happy, makes us happy too. Thrilled. It was all done for her, but when you do something for someone out of love, the love just multiplies, until you too, are obsessively in love with Anna and Kristoff, and do a Lleyton-style fist pump when Anna smashes one across Hans’ face.

(Yes).

Such a beautiful day for baby girl, that made us smile, bonded us more as a family, and has left us absolutely pooped TO NO END.

Ahhh. Bed is looking good…