#1168 Known and New faces on a Saturday night

Tonight was a great night.

Not only did we have one of my closest besties over…

Not only did we ! finally ! get to meet her man…

But there was singing and dancing, something like this:

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A long overdue catch-up full of lots of laughter and craziness, and a decent dose of deep and meaningful, that made up for all the waiting for this time to come…

We hope they felt welcome. 💗

Moreover, “you’re welcome!” (Inside joke, tee hee) 😆😁

#1139 Let’s hear it for the girls

I had the best girl sessions this afternoon and evening.

And I mean that in the most loving, nurturing, funny, compassionate and fulfilling way… not in a girl-sesh lesbian way. 😆

Not that there’s anything wrong with that.

The girls who made the second half of my day great did it naturally, casually, without great parade or gusto… it just came so easily to them.

It came so easily, because they were just being, them. And by being them, their presence immediately made me feel at home.

The first girl I had the pleasure of spending quality time with was my own one…

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After school finished, baby girl and I took our coffee break to the balcony upstairs. When she decided to forego the chairs, I followed suit, and we sat on the panelled floor together. The entire afternoon we just chilled… looked at photos together… she drew and I read… we talked… and when I was getting ready for the second part of my evening, I put pink lipstick on her. 💄👄

Our afternoon together filled my soul. 🥰

But that wasn’t the end of it, not by a long shot. I caught up with my high school besties for dinner at a European restaurant, and I went from coffee at home with my girl…

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… to Turkish coffee with my girls, at a Turkish restaurant, of course.

(Can anyone read this coffee for me? 😉)

A day that had started with me going all Mama-bear and “grrr!” at the perceived threat to my baby girl at school that morning from another not very nice girl, and then dealing with the subsequent rage and physical emotions of not knowing how to help her and driving myself MAD over it, well, it ended with a total 180 shift.

Fun. Frivolity. Laughter. D&Ms. Serious words. Thought-provoking statements. Gasps! It happened with all my girls today, and it made me so much more appreciative of the women in my life, and what they bring to me, all the time.

We need women in our life. We need them in the form of our Mothers and Sisters, Daughters and Grandmas, Cousins and…

Friends. Let’s never forget friends.

Gather as many of these women as you can, and keep them in your tribe for moments when you need help, inspiration, a shoulder to cry on, and someone to laugh yourself silly with when the token belly dancer decides to shake her finely toned booty near your face.

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Yes. Let’s hear it for ALL the girls. 👭👭

 

#1134 Birthday catch-up with best mates

There is nothing nicer than being amongst great company on the holiest of week days, with things just flowing.

It started in the car. We jumped in and the announcer said

“What a day to be alive!”

She couldn’t have been more right. The sun was shining, we were together as a family, and as we began our drive, the first two songs that played back-to-back were awesome, and that set us up for a fabulous mood.

Shotgun by George Ezra… one of baby girl’s faves:

And Body by Loud Luxury… this is actually like our family song, we always pump it up LOUD.

The calming C’s of Saturday were replaced by a different lot in the day that followed.

My Citrus-coloured nails held my glass of Moscato as I swished it around along with stories, ideas and laughs with friends

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My Cappuccino was certainly creamy and Café-style, prepared by none other than our Coffee-loving friends

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And the Colours of the balloons popped and floated, a flurry of vibrancy whizzing by our heads at any moment, followed by the equally colourful laughter of Children running about and playing happily

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It was a wonderful day, and though Chilled… I was well and truly spent by it all.

Closing eyes now….zzzz.

 

 

 

#1085 Dancing bikkies

Take one long car drive.

Take one peckish baby girl.

Take a couple of teddy bear biscuits…

And when that collides with one of the boppiest songs at the moment (which is a massive fave in our household)…

You get the dancing teddy bears!

What the hell am I going on about? What am I on? Oh, it was just the smallest thing today. As I went to hand the biscuit over to baby girl behind me in the car, as we were on the freeway travelling to the other side of town where Hubbie already was, I decided not to just HAND it to her…

The bear would BOP ON OVER to her.

This song was on:

And so the bear started dancing, randomly. He bopped, shuffled, all of this with one hand while my other held the cruise control wheel.

Baby girl LAUGHED. She did that adorable cackle where she is about to erupt into hiccups…

And then she erupted into hiccups. 🙂

I don’t know. It might not seem like much to you. But when I think of her smile and her laughter, and how much I then cracked up over it… it kind of feels like everything. It kind of feels, BIG. ♥♥♥

#1035 The KK Christmas carol

I’m going to sound like a broken record, but… why don’t we do this more often?

EVERY TIME I leave from a catch-up with my high school girls, it’s this recurring thought. It’s worthy of a looney tunes-style mallet to beat myself over the head with.

But alas, it’s not just me. It’s life that keeps me busy, as well as the lives of the 4 other girls from that table tonight.

Yes, events, people, partners, kids, work, families keep us ALL so, so busy…

But when we catch up…

WHEN we catch up…

It’s laughter. It’s light.

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It’s meaningful and sincere.

It’s hilarious and witty.

It’s tales about food intolerances interspersed with OCD husbands telling us to park next to poles.

It’s slap-the-table-down with laughter in amongst solemn nodding and deliberation.

It’s making plans for the future, and then reminiscing about that time in the year 2000, when… ❤️😊😂

So tell me again, why we wait so long for nights like these?

 

I feel a rhyme coming on… BRACE YOURSELVES.

The 12 Days of Christmas KK Countdown

On the 12 days of Christmas, my true friends gave to me

12 types of gyoza 

11 sneaky selfies

10 different entrees

9 “OMG”s

8 random flashbacks

7 lots of wrapping

6 potato croquettes

5 CRAZY CHICKS!

4 sweet plum wines,

3 Japanese waiters

2 types of ice cream

And the best KK of 2018!

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😆😂🎄

Damn it I’m tacky.

 

#1028 Nothing’s changed

It’s been a good 4 months since we’ve last seen our ‘best man and fam.’ We always say we need to do it more often, but alas, LIFE happens people.

The kids grow… interests change… news happens around us, and to all of us…

And yet, our times together do not change.

We still laugh.

We still sing.

We still play.

We still love, respect and admire one another.

We still love doughnuts…

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And baby girl still goes to sit next to her buddy when it is ice cream time 🙂

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We definitely won’t leave it for 4 months next time. ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

#925 Funny convo sends me roaring

“I don’t know what’s wrong today.”

Those are the words a fellow Mum said today as she walked away from her daughter during her swimming class alongside baby girl. Her daughter was upset, not listening, not cooperating, and as this Mum walked away coining this phrase, she smiled tensely.

Lady, I hear you. Those words are the living mantra of ALL of parenthood.

“I don’t know what’s wrong today.”

As I laughed internally at the very true nature of those words, feeling sorry for the Mum, and thinking I too have had those really hard days, I realised that it’s a sentiment not just reserved for children… but for adults as well. Because we are big kids too, aren’t we?

Sometimes we’re hungry. Sometimes we’re tired. Sometimes we’re sick. Sometimes it’s the Moon. Other times it’s our raging hormones. Whatever is the case, we too have those moments, those days (even those weeks or months, even) where we say –

“I don’t know what’s wrong (insert timeframe).”

Well, funnily enough, my timeframe was today, this morning in fact, and I had been in the worst and shittiest mood WAY before baby girl’s swimming lesson was even in the horizon. And no they weren’t post-holiday ending blues. It was just drab. Super cold. I was still sick. In fact I was copping it bad since coming back. Baby girl was also sick. She was staying home from kinder because of that fact. We were a WHOLE LOTTA FUN TO BE AROUND. And I was also super-duper-super-duper-super-duper erratic and emotional.

A REALLY bad combo.

I was having a whine, a moan, while all 3 of us were in the car together – Hubbie, baby girl and I. We were in between heading out and heading in, to be honest we had NO IDEA what we were doing…

I had already received a message from my sister about some weekend plans, and asking when we could talk… but I was so cranky-pants, that I just couldn’t. I don’t like getting on the phone to my Mum or sister and being in one of those states, because it doesn’t help anyone, and I just hate putting them in that zone. It’s not like I’m sad, or I need help… I’m just shitty. I’m upset, then I get them upset, and then EVERYONE is upset. It’s just no good.

So while we were in the car doing absolutely nothing, I texted her quickly. Just a ‘hey, all good, I’ll call you later because I feel like shit to be honest XO’ type message.

I soon got one back telling me that she was feeling particularly sick and crappy too – oh no… was it going around? I sent her my well wishes in return, and then, had a funny exchange with Hubbie that quite frankly, made me smile. He didn’t find it too funny which made it more so (HA HA HA).

So I decided to text my sister, hoping she might find the humour in it:

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Oh, how I roared with laughter at the ‘Nah!’ Baby girl was in the back asking “what did Ja Ja say?” (her pet name to my sister) and then I showed Hubbie the message, laughing out loud even more.

All of my anger, all of my negative emotions, all of the crappy-ness of the day just flew out and away from me at my loud guffaws, and I swear, I immediately felt lighter. I was happy to learn that Sis did, too.

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And suddenly I was grateful. I was grateful I had reached out when I was feeling most shitty and the least like I wanted to reach out. And in doing so, both mine, and my Sister’s days became a little brighter, a little lighter.

It just goes to show, sometimes sharing the angst with those you love, can actually help…

And if you’re lucky, you might be able to laugh about it too 🙂