#1061 Games and sweet relief

What can be funnier or more amusing than your child playing basketball at one of those game centres where the aim is to get as many tickets as possible, and lo and behold getting a good number of them in?


Why, seeing that her grip on the basketball is spot on. Thanks to plenty of practice with her Dad the basketballer 😉


Can anything be better than the above activity..?

Yup. Enjoying some sweet treats afterwards as a family.

It’s the simple things. 🙂

#1051 A grateful start to 2019

What more can I ask for?


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Seeing in the New Year with family, friends.


Love, happiness, fun, laughter.

Dancing and d&m’s.

Roasted marshmallows.


Splashing by the pool.

Selfies by the tree.


All the good things, are all the simple things.

Happy New Year to all. May 2019 bring you all your greatest desires.

Every year with my loved ones, I am supremely grateful.

Here’s looking to a 2019 filled with more gratitude, or ways to find it, than the last.


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#1032 Lemonade icypoles

It was a simple thing taking me back to my childhood days that made me grateful today.

Two things brought me there:

1. A stupid hot day, and

b) all that barfing I did yesterday.

Sucking ice is the recommended activity when one has been bringing up their deepest stomachy contents. I just made it fun with a lemonade flavour.

I sat on the couch with baby girl, telling her how I used to buy these at my primary school canteen… maybe 50 cents or so? I loved their fresh flavour, how all the juices sprung forth as the ice slowly melted, and they were simply the best hot day treat.

We sat like this on the couch, slurping away, with juices running into our fingers and down our hands.


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#1024 The bike helmet

Baby girl is rapt. She has a bike helmet.

She has been longing to ride her bike since she got the helmet on Sunday afternoon, but both that evening and yesterday the winds were WILD.

As soon as the sun came out today, so did we.


And running around with her this afternoon, and checking driveways before she passed them was actually a lot of fun.

Apart from the ‘safe’ factor of which I am utterly grateful for, she actually looks grown up and so damn cute.

Bring on the sunshine 🙂

#1004 Couch time with the family no. 2

Uh oh. It’s becoming a thing now. Having the word ‘couch’ in a post heading with a number following it, makes me feel a bit lazy and guilty that I should be so happy about sitting on the couch.

But I need to put things in perspective.

Yesterday I was ill while on the couch. Because of that I spent the whole day doing ‘nothing.’ I was tired, hot, felt deflated, and actually couldn’t wait for the day to be over with. I wanted to fast forward to night-time and go to sleep already. That from a glass half-full gal.

The only way to move past it was to say goodbye to it.

But today? Today I was more than happy to sit on the couch… healthy… with my family… after I had been away at work.

With a glass of red.

Some ice cream.

Baby girl’s head resting on my lap.

As we watched The Bachelorette 😉

And it was the nicest moment ever. Things generally are amazing though, when you are feeling better again…

#947 Aches be gone

Oh, it is the sweetest thing. You take your health for granted, and then life decides to suddenly heap some shit upon your head –

BOOM! and you wake up sore, with muscle aches, a pounding head, and an inability to focus… man do you wish for those days you wasted away while being healthy.

Something happened to me yesterday. Maybe it was Hubbie’s cold rubbing off on me far too late in the game. Maybe it was seasonal, what with Melbourne weather saying “now I’m hot… no I’m not! WINTER darlings!” Or maybe it was the kids birthday party I took baby girl to on the weekend… we all know kids means germs and God knows what.

But I had some kind of bug that luckily only lasted 24 hours… because today I woke better, rested, still with this kind of dull ache reminder in my head of what was, reminding me to take it easy, but still, FABULOUS compared to what was yesterday.

And I was sooo grateful for it. The health. The absence of soreness and achiness.

Here’s to the simplest and best things in life… being healthy 🙂


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#924 Happy to be home

It’s so amazing when you get a chance to go away.

You have weeks, sometimes months to get excited. To start planning your itinerary. You look up places, talk to friends, get tips on the best places to go. You research, you save up, and then, after all of that waiting and waiting and waiting…


And you have the best time. You have, such a great time, that you find it really sad to even think of going back home. Back to reality. Back to routine. Back to normal life.



But, there is still a little part of you, that misses the comforts.

The comforts, of HOME.

Your bed.

Your flat pillow.

The alarm clock.

The alarm clock at eye level.

12 teaspoons in the cutlery drawer.

Not having to drive without google maps.

Getting served, quickly.

The blankets that don’t overheat.

The curtains that actually shut out the morning sun.

And, the HUGE one…

The steamed vegies.

Don’t get me wrong. We loved our holiday in sooo many ways. As we should. A holiday should open your eyes to another way of living, a different culture, and in many instances even, a different world. You should be thrown out of your comfort zone, question things, re-evaluate your life and why it is we do the things that we do, and we also should live differently.

And despite all the marvellous things that occurred during our holiday, the places we went and the things we had and the sights and smells we witnessed…

Damn it is good to be home. Because we realised, all those little things that make home, home.

They are just little things. But the fact that your home has them, and this other place, DOESN’T… well suddenly, you house seems like the holiday locale, and the other is just slightly lacking.

Still brilliant! But not quite there, even with startling river views and breathtaking mountains in the distance.

Because downstairs is freezing and you woke at 7am on your holiday because of the super light blinds.

And that’s the way it’s meant to be. Our homes should be decked out the way we want, and we should come home happy to be there, and grateful for what we have experienced.

I will always love to travel, and I am already thinking of the next place we could possibly go… I think the whole point of travelling is to learn, educate yourself on how others live, expand your horizons, and appreciate the process.

Appreciate your world, by appreciating what is out there.

You are MEANT to come home, happy. I think that is key. I think that is what we always do. We sigh, unpack, put on the steamer, and say –

“I’m so happy we went, but I’m so glad we are home now.”

And the day we stop saying that, well it just means we will have to move.

But as long as we have 12 teaspoons in our drawer and dark curtains, that day may not come very soon 🙂