#1452 “Live baby live!” in the car

For Melburnians out there (and anyone listening to digital radio online) did you know that the station GOLD 104.3 is not GOLD 104.3 anymore?

Okay, kinda not true. So the name ‘GOLD’ remains in the station title. But their vision has changed… because in fact, there are no ‘golden oldies’ as they used to call them.

They have like, everything now.

They have Michael Jackson… the 80s. (Whoops the 80s are now 40 years ago! 😮😱).

They have Michael Buble (now that is a more recent artist 🎵).

And I’ve even heard them play Ricky Martin’s Livin’ La Vida Loca (crap, that’s 19 years old if I think carefully about it… 🤔)

But they do play artists like Pink as well, so take that. 😏

My point is, they aren’t as OLD as they used to be. (Or maybe I’m catching up? 😂).

Anyway, I enjoy the throwbacks, and Gold found it’s way out of the car speakers once again today as we drove across town. Baby girl was at school, Hubbie and I were driving to service his car, and the sun was SHINING. 🌞

We had just finished our Macca’s drive-through coffees (no coffee snobbery allowed when you are short on time) so were kinda high on LIFE. ☕

One song finished and the radio station did that little promo thing, where they promote themselves in a 5 second ad… and I could hear the familiar music of the next song starting to creep out of the closing ad, slowly increasing.

“Oh!” We both said.

I reached for the volume and turned it up to like 50. 🔊

Windows down. Sun streaming through the windows. And then we sang along with Michael Hutchence as he belted –

“LIVE BABY LIVE! Now that the day is over.”

Oh! What an opening! What words, what power, what amazing music! ❤

We were totally pumped for the rest of the song. Jumping in the car like the crowd at Wembley! The timing was perfect. We enjoyed the noise blasting out of the car speakers, and when it was over we were devoid of any hearing capacity, but we were happy.

Happy, pumped and deaf. But most importantly, happy. 🙂 👂😁

It was GOLD. 🌟


#1322 The start of something Saturday

We stayed home tonight, and just made home-made burgers with home-made chips, blasted Nsync and Michael Jackson and Outfield and George Ezra from the YouTube screens, danced in the kitchen and annoyed Mister F… just another Saturday night.

But it wasn’t just another Saturday night.

Hubbie is officially on holidays with us!

So in the words of Madonna –

“Saturday… celebrate!”

Or, something like that. 😉

#907 For the love of Baking

I am quite pleased with myself. Pleased in that I don’t despair too much when faced with the task of cooking or baking, whether for myself or for others.

I don’t despair, because… I enjoy it. A LOT.

It is another avenue of my creativity coming forth. It requires thought, planning, precision… but just like the creative process, it also takes intuition, passion, and a healthy dose (perhaps a few tablespoons?) of spontaneity.

I’ve been baking a bit this week in the lead up to my nephew’s 16th birthday bash this weekend. And although I know I don’t mind cooking, the thought of making so much was initially, a bit of a worry in my mind.

How would I get it done?

Would it go as planned?

Would any hiccups occur along the way?

Amazingly, so far, none. Today was the last baking-fest, and each day that I had to prepare or tend to the oven, I’d put on a cd, turn it RIGHT UP, and begin the creative process in my kitchen.


I have found real happiness and delight in making things with passion. With heartfelt intention. While singing out loud to Queen/Prince/Sia/Michael Jackson, other creative geniuses filling the rooms of our house with meaningful music.

I guess I’ve realised whole-heartedly, how important the act of baking is to me.

It brings people together. It carries on age-old cooking traditions and recipes.

It is magic, at your fingertips. Much like writing 😉

And it creates love and unity. Nothing is more rewarding that your Hubbie and daughter stealing baked goods that you’ve created for a party, knowing how happy it is making their tummies.

I do it, for the ♥

And that is how the magic comes in. You must do everything, out of ♥♥♥

(#51) The A-Z April Challenge: M – Multiple Parks

I’ve been very specific for today’s ‘M’ challenge. It’s not that I don’t have things and people and happenings in my life starting with ‘M’ that I’m grateful for – I have my Mum, and she also has a name starting with ‘M’. My daughter is an ‘M.’ I could have spoken about Motherhood, or the place we are thinking of seachanging it to – that’s an ‘M.’ I could have spoken about Michael Jackson, or Michael Buble or Madonna (that’s right I have already written about the queen here)… Hubbie even told me to write about his car, that’s an ‘M’ name, and I commented “no offence, I think your car is great, but how am I grateful for it?” to which he replied, “because it makes me so happy.”

Of course.

But I didn’t want to be writing about the above things (minus the car), on a day when I had to write about them. When I write about my Mum, or Mumhood, or my baby girl, or the place we hope to be moving to… I want to feel the strong emotions of gratitude for them. Not that I don’t everyday. I’ll just write about it on a day when I am particularly moved.

Likewise I won’t write about Mr Jackson or Mr Buble on a day when I haven’t listened to their songs. That’s cheating, it just doesn’t sit right with me.

Lucky for me I went to multiple parks today, and I was super grateful for it. Well it was two, but we’re not up to ‘T’ today now, are we?

The story goes, following baby girl’s nap, it was still early enough to head to the park before dinner. We are fortunate that we have two parks on either side of us, one just under a 5 minute walk, in a court about a block away, and the other just over 5 minutes, around the corner and besides a large sports reserve. It’s brilliant, especially when you have littlies. It was also a gorgeous day out, and wanting to take advantage of every last ray of sunshine before it recedes into grey days, baby girl and I stepped out.

We had been at the first park, the one in the court, not even a few minutes, when two kids rode up in bikes.

They left their bikes on the ground at the entrance to the park’s grass and walked up to the play area. One was a girl, about 5 I’d say, while the boy was about a year older than baby girl. And what alarmed me most, was the noise that came out of his mouth: “cough cough cough!”

Only it wasn’t as straight-forward as that. It was a deep, throaty, the-kids-gonna-throw-up-some-guts type cough that came from the depths of his soul. It was like a demon was being strangled in his throat. I looked down the street to see who had let a child this unwell mingle with other children in a communal playground, and saw a woman approaching. I was mad, and enraged, but I couldn’t do anything. I know that strengthening the immune system is one thing, and many argue and I agree, that a bit of germs and dirt is a good thing. But still, I watched as he jumped around from tunnel to slide to ladder, spluttering and coughing all over the place and NOT covering his mouth, because hey which kid does… but what made me more alarmed was that baby girl was watching this boy, and fascinated with his jungle jumping antics. She started to kind of follow him.

You know which Mums shit me? The ones who are all “oh, don’t worry, all kids get sick!” It’s all well and good until they’re crying out to you in the middle of the night because the snot has filled up their nose and they can’t breathe, or the coughing from their irritated throats wakes them up and they won’t take cough medicine so all you can do is hold them for hours and curse the Mother who thought it was ok to let her sick kid onto the playground because she was ‘sick’ of dealing with him at home.

So, I acted immediately. I whispered to her that we would go to the other ‘big park,’ because the boy here was sick and would make us so. I love this girl, she’s pretty good when she’s getting what she wants. She obediently followed, and I sighed relieved, that we had another park to go to and I hadn’t just shattered her afternoon bliss.

So, from this Mama, thank goodness for our multiple parks.

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#13 International Recognition of Women

Who Rules The World? GIRLS!

A few years back I was at a friend’s engagement party, and every time Beyonce yelled out her defining lyrics, the DJ replaced the word “Girls” with his toneless “Boys.”

He was unrelenting. This prehistoric creature couldn’t take the lyrical prose, and even staked his own reputation as a professional DJ to petty himself over a song.

Beyonce must have hit a sore spot in him. Go back to your cave dude. We don’t need your type here.

Today is a celebration of the place that women hold in society, what they have achieved, and how far we have come in the face of unfair bias.

I don’t like to place too much emphasis on this day, only because I believe by this stage we really should be far beyond the ‘Celebrate Women’ era of this day and age, and not have to make further mention of it. I mean, it should be normal really. Women should be given equal rights, and celebrated for who they are, on a daily basis. This should be a given, as regular as time shifting forward minute by minute; as routine as the Moon lowering itself to make way for the Sun rising up.

Unfortunately, there are still parts of the world where women aren’t given the same rights (generally) that they are in the Western World.

This can be due to some outdated cavemen views – however a lot of the time the prehistoric viewpoints needs to first start with ourselves. As women, we need to know our worth and value it, and not continually lay blame on the man, or complain that we are not given fair treatment because of him.

Blame is spread amongst us all. But today is not about blame, it’s about celebration, and moving forward. So as Michael Jackson said, “I’m starting with the Woman in the mirror.”

(Slight modification by me).

It’s due to this that we should place further awareness of this important day, in order for those other parts of the world, those ‘cavemen,’ and likewise any unintentionally or not, abiding cavewomen, to catch up, and smell the coffee roasting from the beans that we bought ourselves.

And listen to some Beyonce. In lack of an ipod, I’m sure we can arrange someone to draw Beyonce kicking arse on their cave walls…

I’m grateful to be in a part of the world where generally, we as women, ARE EQUAL. Let’s expand on this peeps. To all the women in my life: My Mum, my Sister, my Cousins, my Friends, and my Daughter… you all inspire me. I’m grateful for your role in my life, and I hope I can do the same.

Let’s keep kicking arse. Freedom, is what it’s all about.


#10 Coffee

I knew it wouldn’t be long until this caffeinated beverage reached the gratitude posts hall of fame.

Seriously. Today, I was super-cranky, just because, car shit, and lack of sleep due to baby girl suddenly being scared at night and convincing her over a 2 and a half hour period that she should go back to sleep in her cot, with a posse of stuffed animals gathered around her. I went back to sleep after that, but still, woke up with my head in a cloud.

Cranky, cranky, cranky all day. Then 3pm hit. The usual coffee-time hit with Hubbie post his work shift.

And as I took a sip of that home made brew, suddenly, everything was alright. Then Smooth Criminal came on the music channel, and I was like…. shit. MJ will appear in another gratitude post, be assured.

Oh man. I love you coffee. You save my soul on sooo many an occasion. It’s not even funny.

When I was pregnant, (and then after that breastfeeding) and couldn’t drink alcohol, there was coffee. When I’m tired: coffee. Need inspiration? Coffee. Perk before heading out – you guessed it, coffee. Just feel like it on a Sunday morning, because no reason needed?


I am so grateful for coffee. Life is so much sweeter because of it.