#1505 Day 7 of getting there: Rebel-ing with doughnuts

Next on my support local list is a place I was absolutely stoked to find out was joining our town, and moving down the road, LITERALLY, back in early 2018.

Rebel Donuts. 

They, along with so many other businesses have been forced to get creative amongst decreasing customer volumes coming through their shop in response to the push for greater social isolation and essential travel only.

So when I saw their call out to spread the message far and wide on doughnut (yes, DOUGHNUT) delivery and pick-up, I was like OH YES.

More exciting was realising that they were also sending out decorating packs, much like the decorating baby girl did during the school holidays last year which I posted about here.

So, guess who got a surprise today, right before coffee/babycino time? Huh, huh?

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I got baby girl the Frozen decorating pack, which includes 2 plain doughhuts, a whole heap of decorations and icing, and instructions on how to make them…

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But we all know kids go and do their own thing anyway, right?

That’s right honey. Pour on ALL the sprinkles.

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I hope these guys get ALL the love and are able to keep doing this delivery thing, because I have an Easter surprise planned for baby girl in a couple of weeks…

Check out the Rebel Donuts facebook page for where they’re delivering to,

OR

their website: http://www.rebeldonuts.com.au

Note: Delivery needs a minimum spend of $20… which is so easy to achieve, to be honest. 😉

Nom nom nom nom nom.

#1479 The surprise DVD

I definitely wasn’t expecting it. As I wandered into Target this morning, shopping aimlessly like I have been doing since mid last year but with no $$$ (ha ha), thinking how days like this were limited in itself, I saw this huge Frozen 2 cardboard display.

I stopped.

WHAT? The DVD was out already?

I wasted no time in buying it. Surely baby girl would be as surprised as I was. She would be over-the-moon. I would even, tape it.

After school Hubbie turned on the camera on my phone to capture what would undoubtedly be a high-energy moment. Surely she would be ecstatic. Lose her mind. Go ape-shit.

“Baby girl,” I started. “What would be like, the best present ever?”

A huge smile spread across her face as she finished drinking her milk.

“Actually, get off the stool. I don’t want you falling off it when you hear this.”

She got off, and I spent a few moments asking her a series of really generic questions… but then it started to get specific.

“So, who are your favourite dolls to play with?”

“Anna and Elsa.”

SCORE. I knew she would say that.

“And, what’s your favourite Disney movie?”

PAUSE… “Ariel?”

WHAT?

“Ariel? Any others?”

“Cinderella.”

This was NOT going to plan.

“Okay, what about movies you’ve just seen… what was the last movie you saw at the cinemas?”

“Frozen 2.”

Without a word I pulled out the DVD from it’s hiding place and handed it to her. She took it and stared at it, looking it over.

“It’s the DVD! From the movie! Frozen 2!”

She smiled… faintly. I looked at my phone. “You can stop taping now!”

OMG. Her reaction was so underwhelming. I think it was the shock of having it suddenly… there.

But within no time over the course of the afternoon/night, I could hear her singing songs from the sequel with such heart, songs she had only been able to access through small snippets on youtube…

So we got there. Finally.

#1468 We meet again

It’s been about 6 months since I last saw my old work crew.

I caught up with most of them tonight.

Something’s shifted, though. The last time I saw these guys was at our send-off party, and back then there were lots of well wishes, ‘stay in touch’s and ‘call me’s.

But now that we have seen each other and caught up…

It’s no more ‘good luck for the future.’

It’s actually ‘when do we do this again?’

This group, who I spent so many years with, and so many of my hours with, laughing and talking and gossiping, have gone from former colleagues, to –

FRIENDS.

And it’s a beautiful place to be.

They’ve transitioned from one part of my life to another.

And you just never know, do you? You never know what role someone is going to play in your life… As the saying goes, they could be in your life for a reason, a season, or a lifetime…

And within that, their roles and purpose in your life can shift too.

Don’t be too sure of yourself. Allow some room to be surprised.

I sure have been lately. ❤

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#1295 Sunday surprises

It’s a lot nicer when you don’t expect anything, and then the opposite occurs.

Something. We were happily bound to our home for the day, Sunday, the first day of Spring (yippee!) and also, Father’s Day.

Baby girl had happily helped her Dad open up his presents after our late morning breakfast, still on a high from the night before yet feeling the lack of sleep, when I got word, that our quiet day might be different.

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I had seen my Dad at my bro-in-law’s birthday the night before after all… I had seen my whole family. 

But then I heard my Mum and Dad were going to my sister’s place for a quick visit, and so then we might as well pop on by…

And what started as a very non-expectant day, had us around a table talking, laughing, and then watching the rain pour down later when the clouds decided to merge overhead.

It didn’t affect the sunset though. Just as I had been longing for Winter to be over, just as quickly it came to an end… and this seems to happen every year. June, July and the start of August feel so long, then mine and baby girl’s birthday passes and it no time – BANG!

Spring. Sunshine. Sunsets like this:

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And so the message really is… don’t expect anything. Things are that much sweeter when you think of not much at all…

#1266 A surprise party

There’s nothing quite like a surprise party.

I’ve been to a couple, and in conjunction with my sister, thrown a few too. But, it had been a while. Until tonight.

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The child totally comes out of you when you are standing there with a party popper, hiding around a door with 20 other people and everyone is urging, “shush!”

Then the birthday person enters the room, and – SURPRISE!”

It was a fabulous Saturday night, and a reminder once again that we are never too old to have fun, be kid-like, and take joy in the simple things…

Like a good ol’ fashioned jump-out-from-behind-a-door for someone’s birthday. Just grand. 😀😉🎂🥂

#1211 The catch up after the party

Paterica.

No. I am NOT trying to say ‘Patricia’ as Google insists I am as I name check the term. But even so as it fails to come up in search engines, Hubbie insists it is a legitimate Macedonian term.

The day after the party. This comes up time and time again with Hubbie…

Basically it means, “the day after the party.” The event of getting together once again, with loved ones, to enjoy and be merry, and of course what else…?

Drink.

He informed my sis and bro-in-law well in advance, early in the night last night of his paterica intentions… and they being the loving and obliging family they are, smiled and graciously said “yes.”

So guess where we were this afternoon, driving 24 hours later exactly as we were doing yesterday when we were going to a fabulously themed Gatsby party?

To sis and bro-in-laws house…

for paterica.

😉

We ate and we drank. We went through the night, photos, stories, events. We laughed and we reminisced.

“Did you see that?”

“Did you get a hint then?”

“Were you surprised?”

It was all wonderful, warming and happy, and very importantly I think, full circle. In the craziness of it all last night, we had had tonnes of fun…

but then we also had to reflect and talk about the FUN.

And that creates more fun. 🙂

Spending time with family the day after a party? Why, I think that is about the best tradition ever.

♥♥♥

 

#1089 Rebirth of an orchid

I entered the laundry today.

Within moments – “Oh!”

Shocked. Startled. Amazed beyond belief.

I was moved even.

It was about the Phalaenopsis plant. Rather, to you and me and most Tom, Dick and Nancy’s, the orchid. MY orchid. The plant that had been gifted to us when baby girl was born, the plant I had kept alive… until recently.

Until the move.

I am honestly not sure if it has bloomed since we moved house. Last summer, despite it being next to a window, I don’t recall seeing it blossom once, NOT ONCE… it soon moved to a less prominent position, but still by a window, and still facing the same side of the house as it was before… only it was in a different room. The laundry.

I was hopeful for so long. This plant held ties with baby girl’s arrival. Sure, it’s miraculous to keep these things growing beyond a few years. Plants die, ndoor potted ones more so… I get it.

But this one I COULD NOT LET GO OF.

I watered it. Gave it food. Trimmed some dead leaves and branches from it. With no change and the soil becoming more like sand than dirt, I started to contemplate throwing it away.

Again… I just couldn’t. I left it there in the laundry, facing the window, with dust settling on the leaves… thinking one day, I would do something with it.

I just didn’t know what.

So to walk in today and find this…

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What? My orchid was alive? Reborn from brittle soil when I least expected it, its seed lying dormant for the longest time, waiting, just waiting, for the right combination of circumstances to spring forth…

I honestly, clapped with glee. Got teary. I am so glad I didn’t give up.

You all know what this means. I may not throw out a plant now, NEVER EVER EVER.

Because you never know if a seed of hope is lying around somewhere, just waiting.

Waiting…