#663 Work ‘do’ doughnut joy

Anyone that knows me, knows I have a soft spot for doughnuts.

I’ve written about them a bit too, both here and here, as well as in MANY other posts.

So when I went to my work Christmas party tonight, and saw all the different varieties of free booze…

Hmmm, yeah. I expected as much.

What about the buffet style food layout that required plates (all we’ve had is finger food for years).

Oh, that’s different.

What about the special espresso martinis and mojitos?

Ooooh! Interesting.

The circus-tent like venue?

Very cool.

What about…

A doughnut food truck.

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK.

I headlined it over there with my work colleague as fast as I could.

This was amazing.

This was incredible.

This was legendary.

We waited about 15 minutes in a small queue before we got to choose from 3 amazing and mouth-watering doughnut combinations.

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Drool Drool Drool

Do I really need to tell you which one I ordered?

And then… the MOMENT.

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Can I say, that they were amazing. So soft, warm and fresh, with the melted and warm Nutella swimming around them and sticking to the roof of my mouth in the most deliciously insane way.

OH MY GOD.

Sorry I don’t think you got that.

OH MY GOD.

Best work surprise EVER.

Work winning 🙂

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#654 Mills Beach Love… and the ‘true story’ behind the photos

There is a whole other side to the sweet, loving and idyllic photos that people post so often on social media.

And that definitely includes MINE.

I generally do post more happy stuff… I used to sometimes rant about something that might annoy me, and only after reading other rants on facebook, did I realise it was really unnecessary, and negative-drawing. I didn’t really feel much better about myself, my life, or that person when I read such quotes, and it made me realise that stuff like that was not needed online.

Not to confuse a day-to-day ‘I’m so pissed at the traffic today’ rant with a serious issue that needs attention and addressing. No that is fine, pull ALL the support and help from ALL the social media outlets, and gather the troops around as much as you need with your furious words. We need your PASSION.

So, I do post occasionally about our day-to-day lives, more so when we are doing something fun – I mean, does anyone wanna see us sitting on the couch in our pjs eating breakfast and watching Shimmer and Shine? Yeah I thought not.

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But the story behind the photo often runs so much deeper, it travels something like an episode of Mr. Bean, it can be that frustratingly hilarious and stupid.

Take TODAY. Perfect example.

It was hot, and we went to the beach. I posted a photo of Hubbie and baby girl… for certain reasons I will not repeat that photo here, but instead here is another:

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You get my drift. Relaxation, fun in the sun, blue waters, chilling in the shade as I watch my family in the water…

Good times…

??? Or not?

Here is the REAL story. Because yes I am grateful we went to one of our favourite beaches today as a family on one of our few days off together, but seriously… we were ALL nearly crying at various stages.

Firstly, we got there late. 3:30pm, and this was after we stopped at Baker’s for some bread rolls, and Hubbie got a cheap knife from Woolies (more on that later) because he had forgotten to bring one from home, and then because he had a couple of beers for himself, he was ever so kind, through the 30+ degree heat of the day, to head over to the nearby Dan Murphy’s to get me some kind of mixed drink.

Hubbie and I hadn’t had lunch. Baby girl was the only fed one.

Arriving at the hottest time of the day with several bags, 3 beach chairs, a folded up tent, towels, and walking about in the hot sand when we were hungry and starving, is trying enough.

But we did it. We set up the tent, almost stuffing it up (but we made it!) and then I just launched into the water where baby girl was already playing, sitting down immediately it was that bloody beautifully warm.

So, all good. I headed back to the tent where Hubbie was getting some stuff ready, applying sunscreen for himself, etc etc… I went to get the drink Hubbie got for me.

Rekorderlig is not paying me but I won’t say no if they come knocking. 

So I found this cider and I was like “yes!” as it’s been ages since I had one. I went to open it up, looking at him questioningly as I said “screw top?”

“Yeah,” he replied casually, at the same time looking over to the bottle in my hand and his face dropping. Because he just realised that it is in fact NOT a screw top, and it required a bottle opener.

Damn.

I sighed. I hadn’t eaten, Hubbie was getting crankier by the second, I could just feel the waves of irritation blowing off of him, and now we had no opener.

I wanted a bloody drink.

“We have one in the car,” he said, and I relaxed somewhat.

The way I am obsessed about tissue boxes being in every part of the house, scissors and nail clippers and nail filers being both upstairs and downstairs, he is a total fuss-pot and needs to have bottle openers scattered everywhere, house, car and probably his pants, because, IN CASE.

“Can you put some sunscreen on my back?” I asked him.

He raised his eyebrows. “Is that before or after you want me to get the bottle opener and make your lunch?”

I ignored him and smiled. “Yes now.” But we were already getting to that point.

So he went and got the bottle opener. I had a drink, and took the above photo. Fine. I joined him and baby girl in the shallow waters, and we splashed about. Also good. And then he went back to the tent to make my lunch.

Now, I didn’t tell him to make my lunch. We had previously decided on grabbing some of those spinach and cheese/pizza rolls at Baker’s as it was a quick and easy bite especially when we were at the beach. I would have made a pasta salad and brought it with us if our stove was connected – our house and kitchen area is still a mess. So this is what I was thinking, this is what we even said out loud to each other… but then this dude of mine, somehow decided that it would be easier, to buy plain rolls at Baker’s, and then fill them… himself…

You know what he brought with him? Tuna, feta, and tomato. On a 34 degree day amidst SAND.

MORE on that debacle later.

Meanwhile, baby girl and I were in the water. It was amazing, and we were having a ball. I kept asking her, “do you have to go pee?” because I was just getting this vibe off her, I know her so well. She was saying no, so I would let the topic go, but then she’d pipe up “I don’t have to go pee.”

When she says she doesn’t have to go pee, I KNOW she HAS to go and pee.

I finally convinced her to go and pee before coming back. “I promise honey, we are coming back, I wouldn’t lie to you.” She took my hand and off we went.

Now, this is a purely female thing, and I say this because I told Hubbie and he had no idea… but after being in the water for a bit, when us chicks have to pee later, sometimes the urine comes out warm. I know, I’m sorry, using words like URINE and all, bad enough I’m saying PEE. I think it has something to do with our nether-regions being all cold, and our urine isn’t actually warm, it’s our parts that our cold, therefore our urine feels warm.

Enough explanation, if anyone actually knows, please advise in the comments below.

I sat baby girl on the toilet seat, and waited. She immediately yelled “ouch!” and started to whinge/cry. I ascertained that it was her pee, as she has reacted a bit like that before, but not so strongly. I was telling her, comforting her and saying “it’s just a bit warm, everything is ok, it’s not that bad,” but then she suddenly wasn’t peeing – she was holding on – and I was getting worried/upset. Worried because it is not good to hold in your pee (being a Mum shit like this scares you as kids can easily develop infections) but also upset because it is NOT THAT BAD AND SHE IS BEING A DRAMA QUEEN.

For at least 5 minutes I stayed with her in the loo as she got upset at not peeing/holding it in. I tried to console her, then I played bad cop and was like “we’ll go home if you don’t go toilet, you have to go!” But she was STILL upset and said “go home.”

Go home? This girl LOVES the water! Something must not have been right if she was happy to go home.

I got her out of there, REALLY mad. I stomped/limped across the hot sand, baby girl limping too behind me, as we got to Hubbie…

slaving away in the tent.

“I am not happy!” I told him, proceeding to go on about how she wouldn’t ‘go,’ but she had to ‘go,’ but she was holding it in. I told him that we were going home. You know… reverse psychology?

And he went “yeah let’s go… it’s been a shit day.”

?!?!

He continued. “I’m never doing this again!” He had his newly-bought $3 knife, wrappers, a plastic bag as a rubbish bin, food and tins and all kinds of crumbs all around him, and he was SWEATING. “I’m here making YOUR sandwich, it’s a mess, I’m hot, it’s at least 10 degrees hotter in this tent…”

Meanwhile, I was trying SO damn hard to keep my cool. I ended up convincing baby girl to try and pee in the grass behind the beach boxes, as maybe the novelty would help her relax.

Nope. Instead I ended up with something that resembled a small leech on my leg that wouldn’t come off until I scratched it off, and off we went back to the tent, MORE MAD/SAD.

I pretty much ordered her to stay in there, and not move until she went to the loo first. She resigned herself to this, and I sat down to eat this God-damn roll Hubbie had prepared for me, as he sooked and moaned. He pushed the side of the tent away from him as a sudden strong breeze blew the tent wall against him, swearing loudly, and a nearby girl looked over at us as she heard it.

We are European-descendants people. We don’t swear/argue in public. How EMBARRASSMENT. I unleashed.

“Can you fix your f*&king attitude? Honestly all day today, can you just look at yourself? Did I ask you to make me a bloody sandwich, NO, I don’t know what is wrong with you, who brings tuna and feta and a tomato they have to cut at the beach?! There is sand everywhere!”

Like, what the actual fuck.

He went quiet, as I went quiet, chomping on this odd combo of tuna/feta/tomato that somehow worked in a seriously strange way which I would NEVER TELL HIM, picking out the chilli piece in the tuna that he FORGOT TO REMOVE.

Baby girl chomped on a bread roll, Hubbie just sat, and in a few minutes I was back in the water, trying to make her all jelly that she wasn’t allowed to go in. Mean parental tactics maybe, but I was trying to prevent an infection damn it!

In the end, this stubborn girl (wonder where she gets that from?) won. Hubbie ‘let’ her come down to the water, and though I contested it at first, I let it go.

Just like Elsa. LET IT GO.

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Which leads me to this next pic.

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Don’t they look serene? Isn’t the water just so sparkling and magical? Oh the joy to go to the beach with your family? Oh, WHAT LOVE! ♥♥

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You see? You see the shit we had to go through? Hubbie swearing against the tent, the beach, the weather, the sand, about ALL MANNER OF SHIT, baby girl refusing to take a shit or anything else for that matter, and then me, trying to hold the insanity together, and trying so damn hard to ‘think positive.’

:):):)

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Not f*&king easy! :):):)

Yes, we did end up having a really great day, eventually… we were kind of like an overseas commercial at one stage, the one promoting the family having an awesome time on a beach getaway as they all go crazy splashing each other and laughing like mad. We were so Hawaii.  But don’t get too jelly, because when we got home, we were tired and cranky, ate dinner late, Hubbie was a yo-yo as his mood swung from relieved to cranky to funny to shitty, and I was there like

“WTF?”

Both my babes are sleeping now so I love them sooo much. But before.

Before…

Just a reminder that not all things are as they appear in the photos. I still love Mills Beach. I loved our day together. But I think I could have done without the Mr. Bean dramas…

And closure for those keeping score. I realised once we were much happier later on in the afternoon that there is an opening at the back of the tent that can be zipped open, allowing cool air to waft through, keeping it at the same temp as outside. Hear that Hubbie?

And baby girl held her pee in until she got home… and then went normally.

So I actually don’t know what was wrong earlier, or what in fact happened. Much like ALL OF MOTHERHOOD.

 

 

 

 

 

#650 Pancakes at Midnight

Let me start by saying, please people, let spontaneity into your life.

Go out on a whim.

Do first what pops into your mind. 

Follow through with something unplanned. 

Throw the rule book out the window.

I am not saying to be careless, reckless or stupid. I am saying to let yourself go where the wind takes you.

Where the fun takes you.

Or as was our case tonight, where the pancakes take you.

Now let me also say people, be mindful of intention. Your thoughts create and make your world. So when you are speaking to your partner and saying things like “I feel like pancakes,” from as far back as weeks and weeks ago, be prepared for ‘said pancakes’ to come very suddenly, unexpectedly and surprisingly into your life.

Do not reject the pancakes because you didn’t plan their arrival properly. Run with the pancakes, frolic with the pancakes, and even do a Usain Bolt with the pancakes.

Just go with it.

Tonight we had a function on the other side of town. We left at 11pm, and even though it was late, and baby girl would inevitably end up asleep on the car drive home, at that moment when the thought came into my head, she and Hubbie were laughing up a storm and mucking about to no end.

“What if we go to Pancake Parlour?” I said to him, testing.

“Yeah, I could go some pancakes,” was his easy response.

SOLD. 25 minutes later, still on our way home, we detoured in Doncaster to a 24-hour pancake operation, where the premises were FULL at midnight.

And here we were strolling in all dressed up with our 4 year-old like

“SHOW ME THE PANCAKES!”

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My pancake craving and midnight sweet tooth was satisfied by the Pancake medley which contained 4 mini stacks of different pancake combinations, while baby girl ate all the ice cream off her stack, before mixing jam into every possible pancake combination of ours.

And just like that, a kind of ordinary day, turned into a fun and extraordinary night.

Midnight.

Pancakes at midnight.

P.S to my girls… let this be our next catch up. It’s been a while since our last ‘Hot Balls.’

The End 🙂

#622 Yo Hubbie, it’s your birthday…

This dude.

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His Par-Tay tonight.

Only slightly drunk. ALLLL good. Writing while under the influence in the bestest fun.

So let’s quickly wrap this up before I regret it.

Let me just add, you know it is love when you want to kill the person earlier on in the night, and then later you are totally loving them again.

As Tony Montana says somewhat somehow in Scarface “she gonna love me again.”

Only, I’m gonna love him again.

Music, memories, and a bunch of 8 making it sound like 80 odd in the house… that’s my kind of a great night 😉

#601 Porch drinks

It will be one, of many. 

We had no plans. Nothing pressing to do. No where to quickly get to and changed from our work gear.

We didn’t even know what we were eating that night.

But drinks were a good idea. It was a mild evening. I got myself some bubbly, Hubbie got himself a beer, baby girl got her cup of water, and we all sat outside on the front porch observing the glistening water before us.

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My it looked good.

And then, just because, baby girl took my phone and decided to take a snapshot of her parents. Hopefully it will be a photo that she can treasure in future…

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Best photo EVER. Cheers 🙂

#587 Dancing in the kitchen with my Luv

Hub. Hubba Luv Bub.

I was getting frustrated, because NO ONE was listening to me. Yes I wanted to enjoy our Saturday Night In too. But I knew the dishes wouldn’t wash themselves.

I just wanted Baby Girl and Hubbie to get dinner over and done with – just eat, so I can clean up! Baby Girl was getting distracted by EVERYTHING, and Hubbie was getting distracted my his fave Saturday night ‘beverage’ (who am I kidding, beverages) and the music blasting out of the portable speaker.

Breathe. Breathe.

And then he pulled me into the kitchen. He pulled me onto our makeshift kitchen dancefloor, and I let him – I don’t know why. Maybe I was too tired to argue. But he pulled me into a slow dance, to a song I didn’t even like, some kind of old folksy song. We danced close together, and I smiled. We didn’t dance like this often anymore, not out, not even at home…

My face burrowed into the tea towel hanging over his shoulder, our bodies close, we giggled and whispered sweet nothings to each other, with Baby Girl looking on and telling me about her toys. Of course honey, your toys.

It was a few minutes at most, but I was glad it had happened. I was glad I hadn’t held onto my stubborn nagging stance. I was glad, for when you are in Love, holding a grudge, a hard position, or a winning argument, doesn’t serve anyone well.

One of the biggest relationship quotes that has inspired and helped me, has been this:

Would you rather be right, or would you rather have peace?

I Let It Go. I released my desire to control the situation. I let it be. And in turn I got a beautiful dance with my beautiful Hubbie.

And guess what? I put the bloody dishwasher on. Because that’s what Saturday Night Ins are for.

They’re for spending time with your loved ones, and even pulling a few sneaky moves on the dancefloor…

#489 Dancing in the kitchen with my loves part 5

Loves Loves LOVES. ALL my LOVES.

It was actually my sister and bro-in-laws impromptu visit late this afternoon that made me first go ‘this is heading to my gratitude blog today.’ We had had no real, or proper, or concrete (and for that case, ‘fun’) plans for tonight, so when they called and said they were coming – like literally, in the car and on their way – we knew it was going to be one of those nights.

Those great, spontaneous, super-memorable and fun nights.

Of course, they weren’t gonna stay late. Of course, they said they would leave, the early statements starting from 8pm.

Of course, Hubbie wouldn’t drink much – after all he had a really bad chesty cough, and was under-the-weather.

Of course it would be low-key.

Yeah, right.

They left at 11:30pm.

Hubbie drank alright.

And we sang and played music all night long. Oh yeah, and danced.***

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As sis said tonight, “baby girl had no choice being born into our families.” We all love to party, and dance. And tonight, we boogied and jumped and carried each other around, stood on stools and yelled our lungs out, with a few choice and memorable songs being

“Love is All Around Me” – Wet Wet Wet

“Lido” – Boz Scaggs

“Shape of You” – Ed Sheeran

“Come said the Boy” – Mondo Rock

“Groove is in the Heart” – Dee-lite

and sooo many more, all blasting out of our new portable speaker!

Love the songs, love the new speaker, and love all of these people, making memories in our kitchen… :):):)

 

***Can you tell I’m going for the award of best blurry photos on the net? My disposition for unclear and hazy photos has nothing to do with trying to remain anonymous, I promise 😉