#1912 The YES movie

I have been watching 5 minute snippets of the movie ‘Yes Day’ for about 2 weeks now.

Baby girl found it on Netflix, after having watched it at school… she will watch it in snippets, and when it’s finished she hits play, and it starts ALL OVER AGAIN.

I had pretty much watched the movie in these short bursts, out of order, over this time.

And you know, despite seeing some things repeatedly, I actually didn’t mind it.

Yes. Yes yes yes. Even after watching that ice cream scene for the 7th time, I honestly didn’t mind.

It’s a family movie starring Jennifer Garner, wife and Mum of three who is just trying to be responsible and raise her kids… but always ends up saying no to their crazy and kid-like demands. So after a couple of hard truths come her way, she agrees to a ‘Yes’ day.

A day where she has to say yes to anything her kids ask.

😲😲😲😲

Yeah, I KNOW. It’s actually really cute, and funny. It’s also emotional, one of the last scenes had me literally in tears the first time I watched it, trying not to bawl, because I could relate so much with the mother-daughter relationship. Baby girl now knows that if she looks over at me, like she did tonight for that scene, that I will have tears in my eyes.

(Meanwhile I am trying SO HARD not to cry!)

And then she’ll say, “Mum, you’re a sook.”

And I’ll nod solemnly, because I’m the one who told her that anyway.

Back to the movie. As I said, we had watched it in snippets, but not in its complete entirety, and there were parts I happened to miss each time.

But being a Tuesday, our kinda-like Saturday if you like, since Hubbie and I don’t work Wednesdays, we had pizza on the couch and said yes to baby girl’s request.

Yes to a movie. The ‘Yes Day’ movie!

It was really cool. I loved it, and I think it’s the perfect movie to watch together with your child.

And if I didn’t already have The Four Tops in my head ALL week (I’ve been humming it at work constantly), after our movie night baby girl and I have been randomly breaking out into song with –

“Baby I need your lovin,’ got to have all your lovin’…”

#1911 A pause

What a difference 24 hours makes.

Yesterday the sky was bright blue, the sun shining amidst still air…

Today?

Grey, grey, grey.

Days like these encourage you to snuggle up, stay in, pile on the clothes and blankets, and turn up that heater.

Baby girl generally doesn’t stop. We were trying to chill this evening and she was doing gymnastic-type jumps over the couch, dangerously close to our tall lamp…

But then, she stopped. She sat next to me.

Maybe it was the cold. Maybe it was the after-effects of her Monday afternoon swimming class.

Either way, she snuggled in close to me, and was still.

She was leaning on me. Her arms wrapped around me, legs on my legs, and my arms resting on hers.

And it was beautiful.

I think the cold does that. It brings us a pause. A moment to stay still, and just BE.

#1904 Looking back in time

Life has been so busy lately. So busy, that we’ve forgotten a lot of who we are.

May has come around too fast. And another Monday, come and gone.

It was only last week when I went “damn. That came fast.”

Our ‘special’ day.

Not having the time to celebrate when you’re ‘meant to’ does not mean jack.

Take the commercial days, of Valentine’s Day, hell even throw in Mother’s Day and Father’s Day.

They’re all the same.

We’re told as a society that we have to do something, we must do something to celebrate it, show off for social media, friends and family…

It is lovely to celebrate, appreciate loved ones in our life, and I’m not saying that I don’t do it, personally…

But you should celebrate your special people, ALL THE DAYS of your life. Not just when the catalogues and ads tell you too.

Same as for other days.

Days like, an anniversary. πŸ’–πŸ’–

Our anniversary fell on a Monday this year. Work, school, swimming, groceries, phone calls, emails, basketball game, routine routine routine… it was all too much. It was a fairly uneventful day, and that’s ok, because we share our love for each other on other days, in other ways, and it doesn’t really matter if it’s not on this EXACT day.

I’m not trying to convince myself, honest. πŸ˜‚ In fact, we are going out tomorrow night, and going away for a couple of nights soon too.

Let there be love on all the days. Let there be hugs, kisses, displays of affection, cards and presents, snuggles and all kinds of lovey-dovey things, on all the days.

Not just when it is deemed special, by society, by milestone, or by date.

I had a really lovely night… sans Hubbie. He was out playing basketball.

Baby girl and I had dinner together, then we sat on the couch and she read school books to me.

Then we watched Masterchef, and we never watch Masterchef. πŸ˜‚

Hubbie came home, and then eventually we sat on the couch as a family, to do one special thing together, something small to highlight our ‘special’ day…

We looked through our official photos. 😍

Baby girl and I put on the special photo gloves, and she helped me leaf through the pages, as we all reminisced, and she learnt and discovered.

And I couldn’t have thought of a better way to end the night.

πŸ’–πŸ’–πŸ’–πŸ’–πŸ’–πŸ’–πŸ’–πŸ’–πŸ’–πŸ’–πŸ’–πŸ’–

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#1884 My little helper

I am so simple lately.

(You might even say boring, but meh πŸ€·β€β™€οΈ)

I hit a wall after lunchtime, I was freezing cold, and then BANG!

Sleep overwhelmed me.

Well I couldn’t sleep, duh I have a child. But I did lay down on the couch, and baby girl brought me her musical merry-go-round figurine to lull me to sleep, and my water bottle and my phone, all within reach.

Awww.

But balance… she oh-so-quietly complained I had to get up and make my coffee, as well as her BABYCINO.

No rest for the tired here. Just as well we have caffeine. πŸ’ͺβ˜•

#1883 Feet up

I don’t know how I rigged this.

But I’ve been relaxed and seated on the couch for like, 2 hours, doing my OWN thing.

Netflix. Writing. Photos.

Feet up.

No one is bugging me! And they’re awake!

Shhh… Or they’ll hear us.

You know, they.

THE FAMILY.

🀣

#1842 Here I am

Have you ever had one of those days where you feel like you didn’t sit down ALL DAY for downtime?

As busy as life gets, I usually find myself having some kind of rest, couch time, if only for 30 minutes at the end of the night.

But t’s 11:04pm as of my writing this and only just minutes ago did I sit down!

But, here I am.

And I am happy for that. 😊

You know, I really try not to be all “glad the day is over.” I try to appreciate things in every day (as you may well know with this blog!)

But sometimes you are glad that you got through, and survived it.

Phew.

Here I am.

#1750 Setting up the Tree – 7 year old baby girl Edition

I have no hesitations in getting Christmas started in our household, before December.

I’ve been doing it for a few years, and LOVE IT. Getting it going in the last week of November, well it’s just enough to feel like I’m on top of things… because if you think about it, when you have the tree up, house decorated, you start organising cards, presents, the big day…

It all just FLOWS. And yet, you’ve started it the week before, so in a way, you’re IN FRONT.

You’re, winning.

I would have started earlier this week, honestly I would have. But I’ve been arse-planted, Dawson’s Creek and other guilty pleasures bound, imprinted into the couch as I get better.

Today was finally the day when I felt well enough to do something without huffing for breath and sitting down for hours on end afterwards just because I did a lap around the house.

So I went a bit crazy. Well, we did.

I usually set up Christmas slowly, over the week. One night I’ll do the tree… the next day the decorations… the other night, the house decorarions…

I did ALL OF THE ABOVE today.

And, with some huffing and puffing!

It was wonderful just to get about and moving. The Christmas albums came on, and I even got a bit teary, thinking about all the stuff we’ve been through this year, the challenges I’ve faced, looking forward to a Christmas that was undoubtedly going to be poignant and special.

We watched baby girl set up her tree in her room. This is the best $20 I have ever spent at Kmart. I got the idea a few years back, and was THRILLED with it! She gets to set up her own tree, her way, and then that gives me greater creative license when it comes to the main tree!

I always get a bit shy and oddly personal when it comes to taking photos of our family Christmas tree. I liken it to showing someone my bedroom, my underwear, something like that…

I just find it so private. I have on occasion, had the tree in the background on a social media post, right during Christmas Eve time. But generally, I don’t do a big festive announcement with photos.

So much love and happiness, childhood memories and future hopes and dreams are held in the precious pastime of setting up the Christmas tree and decorating the house. I just feel really weird to expose myself, and my tree, like that.

But I will share with you my 29 year-old reindeer decoration. I’ve had it with me since I made it in primary school, and though you can’t really read it, on the back I KNOW it reads, in my 8 year-old handwriting…

“Grade 2. Room 16.”

Yep. Christmas is my happy place. πŸŽ„πŸŽ…πŸ€ΆπŸŽ„

#1728 Day 230 of getting there: A collection of quotes

It still feels like covid days, because the 25kms hasn’t been lifted, and everyone we know is OUTSIDE of those 25kms.

Never mind.

Pizza.

Music.

Couch.

We’ve grown accustomed to this over 7 months now, haven’t we?

I was relaxing, trawling through facebook when I saw some quotes that floored me. One floored me in a ‘WOW’ way, whereas the other, less a quote, was more a silly dream, that made me LOL and LOL.

Let me share.

“Worry is like a rocking chair: it gives you something to do but never gets you anywhere.” – Erma Bombeck.

Like, WOW. Wow and wow. I shared with Hubbie and we just sat there, taking it in, thinking how a rocking chair is the most perfect metaphor for worry.

I love how quotes make us see everyday things in a whole new different light.

Then, something hilarious. Relating to what a lot of the world is focused on right now, the outcome of the US Presidential Election:

“what if at the end of this tv show the red and blue states melt together and the country turns purple and prince emerges and says “im the king now” and goes into 4 yr long version of purple reign.” – Ron Gallo on Twitter.

OMG! I loved it! That would be such a more preferable outcome, don’t you think?

I remembered other quotes that made me think. Made me feel. Made me see the world differently. I actually collect the ones that make me think twice, and I re-write them in a journal.

Here’s some more that I want to share, that I came across recently from an old stash I found around the house:

“If you’re going through hell, keep going.” – Winston Churchill.

“Take chances. When rowing forward, the boat may rock.” – Chinese proverb.

This quote is from the other day, from my daily calendar:

“Fortune favors the brave.” – Virgil.

An oldie but a goodie. I find it interesting how I come across quotes, often ones I know, but they are presented to me at exactly the time I need them… At exactly the time I need to hear them.

Finally, a quote I came across in August. Actually, there are two really important ones, but I’ll save the second one for another time.

Since I saw this, I’ve left it in the kitchen, so that I can look at it often, remind myself of its intention, and imbed in me a sense of courage I didn’t think I had.

“You must do the thing you think you cannot do.” Eleanor Roosevelt.

These words have gone around and around in my head. Almost like a whisper. I had the strongest sense that I was meant to see it the day it came up in the calendar, and despite the obvious fear inherent at the prospect of doing what you think you cannot do, I feel it is SO TRUE.

Imagine.

Something, you cannot do. You absolutely can’t.

Or maybe it’s, you won’t.

But… you MUST do it.

And that my friends, is even more powerful than 4 years of Prince taking over the US.

That is all.

#1719 Day 221 of getting there: Lights on the bay

It was one of those busy days.

I had a longer than normal work shift, and during it I still had to go and pick up baby girl from school…

And keep working again when I came back home.

Then it was a mad rush of dinner prep, some washing, then eating, then cleaning up…

By the time I had done all that, all I wanted was the couch.

The good ol’ trusty couch.

But I was upstairs, and through my rush to get back downstairs, I looked out the window, and paused.

I could see a cargo ship far off in the distance on the bay.

I hesitated… and then I walked over to the window.

The ship was almost blended into the waters, but you might be able to spot it to the left of the left-hand side tree.

Lights flashed in the nearer water, beacons to warn others of the shore. They did so at random intervals. One of them flashed four times, then the other chimed in for four flashes after a count of two.

A streak of orange light was strewn across the sky. The chance at capturing a gorgeous setting sun was gone, but instead there was other beauty that lay across the horizon.

I took a deep breath and took it all in.

Then once I was happy with my pause, I walked downstairs.

#1708 Day 210 of getting there: The last dance

Many months ago after Hubbie finished watching the first run-through of the Chicago Bulls/Michael Jordan Netflix doco “The Last Dance,” he turned to me and said – “I’d like you to watch this with me.”

PAUSE.

“I mean, I’ve watched stuff for you…”

Back when we were dating, I got him to watch the ENTIRE ANGEL SERIES with me. Of course I had already watched the series, and cried and laughed (mostly cried, with regular gasps) through it all, but alas, what do you do when you really LOVE something?

You want to share it with someone.

Even if that person is not into that genre AT ALL. Like Hubbie. πŸ˜‰

He went through all 5 seasons with me. 110 episodes. At about 42 minutes an ep, that equals 4,620 hours of vampires, supernatural beings, long ranging story-archs, and a whole lot of funky shit and demonic deaths.

And what did it amount to? He didn’t mind it… but his one line, which I’ll never forget… “It was okay… it’s just not my thing.”

Ouch.

Fast forward to 2020, the world of iso and lockdown and having your butt planted on the couch. I knew he had a very strong case when he asked me to watch “The Last Dance” with him. And at only 10 episodes at roughly 50 minutes each, amounting to 500 minutes, well, I wasn’t going to lose much time.

Especially being in iso.

You know, if he had asked me to watch something basketball-related all those years ago when we were dating, I probably wouldn’t have been interested.

But now, I am a different person. I am ready. And also I realise, it’s not just about basketball. It’s about so much more.

I get inspired by passion. By the greats. By unbelievable stories. By incredible feats of triumph.

And tonight, after only 2 episodes in, I can see this doco has it all.

I was actually spewing at the end, because it was left at a bit of a cliff hanger. And I was like “ohh, damn it I want to know what happens!”

The difference between SmikG in 2020, and Hubbie in let’s say, 2006, is that SmikG is ready.

Do you get where I’m heading???

I am genuinely loving this series, and can’t wait to watch more. Jordan is a maniac of the game and true basketball legend, GOAT, all of it, and if you don’t know what that means, look it up, or better yet watch the Netflix doco!

I am seriously thinking of reintroducing Hubbie to Angel… do you think he’ll bite? (Pun totally intended). 😈

I think now, he might be ready. 😜