#1469 Legends Live at Wembley

It was a simple thing that made me happy today.

You don’t necessarily have to go to, let’s say, a Queen concert, to have a grateful day, right?

(It doesn’t hurt though πŸ˜‰)

You can just watch them on DVD, instead!

Which is what I did. If you think I wrote about Queen too much before Thursday night’s famed and unforgettable concert, you have another thing coming.

After seeing any performer/band live, I go a bit cray-cray and have to listen to their music for days, sometimes weeks on end.

I took out the Wembley DVD I’ve had for a while now, but sadly not watched a lot of, and started watching it today.

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They are so damn good. Energetic, their vibe is palpable, bursting off the stage with their powerful and unique brand of soul-thumping rock.

I just L❀VE it.

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#1370 A date for helping

I got excited when baby girl brought home this today:

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An invitation for all the parent helpers to attend a special morning tea, thanking them for their help with the kids this year.

I have been absent for so long… but yet I got one.

Why you might ask? It wasn’t that long ago (or maybe it was, time flies lately) that I was proudly showing off my visitor’s sticker in this post, as I started helping out baby girl’s class on Thursday mornings.

But that all came to an end at the end of term 2. While baby girl loved me helping out… she loved it a bit TOO much. So much so that when it was time for me to leave, she was beyond devastated.

As the weeks progressed she even grew anxious as the day of my helping approached. One week she asked me repeatedly, perhaps up to 20 times if I was helping… which I was… and it was here I knew something had to change.

I spoke with her openly and said I needed to take a break. She was not coping when I left, even though she was perfectly fine at the start of the day when I dropped her off.

When she nodded her approval and agreed, not only was I surprised, but I knew I was onto something.

I stopped helping.

But then she started talking about it again. Me helping. I told her repeatedly that I didn’t want her upset. I didn’t want her crying. I felt like half of her did want me there, whereas the other half was confused and still in-between.

But when the news came out about their swimming lessons some weeks ago, I knew it was the perfect middle ground.

Help out… on an excursion? A place where baby girl actually swims in her private lessons, no less?

She was happy. And so was I. πŸ™‚

Today was the first time in a while I was there to help. And since the lessons are going on for several more weeks, I will be on hand for so many other occasions too.

I think I have just found a great middle ground – an excursion helper πŸ™‚ I don’t actually leave… they do. Because they jump on a bus πŸ˜‰

So it was timely that on the day I started to assist again, I got this invitation via baby girl…

And I happily accept your caffeine and biscuit invite. πŸ™‚ β™₯

#1250 The different ways to appreciate my friends

A recurrent theme for me in this gratitude blog is in finding different ways and discovering various angles in which to appreciate the same thing, place, event, food… or people.

And in life, it is common that you find yourself repeatedly thankful for the same thing, many times.

Consider it something truly special, if you find it. It’s not repetitive or mundane.

It’s magic. Blissful. Electric. Beautiful.

To find yourself anew with wonder, happiness and a heart full of love, at the same thing again and again… it’s a blessing.

And so again tonight. Dinner out with friends. Maybe not the number of us that there were meant to be, so hearts were missing… but the hearts there were full of love regardless. ❀️

And how do I pinpoint, and make notice of the different ways in which the night made me smile, filled my soul with joy, and truly made me appreciative of the night?

Well, straight off, Thursday night out. It’s practically still mid-week, and us mums were rocking it, school routines and all waiting for us the next day.

Stuff it.

Nothing says ‘stuff it’ better than a mid-week cocktail.

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Stuff it.

And then there were the moments. The constant talking, how silence DIDN’T fill the air…

The coriander.

My name in their drinks.

The spiciness.

How nothing else was open after we ate, and yet we idled about walking from one place to the next, biding time, while we talked to our hearts content.

Or how we stood talking for half a length of a movie outside the cinemas… just chatting, laughing and sharing stories.

Or how we talked a further 20 minutes in the middle of a vacated shopping centre as we said our goodbyes.

And then said some more…

And so you see, it’s all these things that made this night with old friends so unique. And actually, it isn’t at all common, no matter how many times we catch up, where we eat, who is there, or what we do.

It’s in the memories shared with those you love, and that is always special.

Look after yourΒ friends. Good ones are hard to find.

 

 

#1159 Thursday Night In

How on earth could I be celebrating a Thursday night in, for ALL of us?

Why, that would entail ALL of us being off tomorrow…

It may be school holidays for some… but it is also Good Friday for the rest of us πŸ˜‰

Ahhh.

Watching Bachelor in Paradise with wine in hand, gasping intermittently at what is happening on-screen, with the 4 of us all sharing the couch – Hubbie, baby girl, me and Mister F! – well it was pretty cool.

A pretty great night, chilled on the couch and the best part? Relaxing in the knowledge we don’t have to get up early… none of us!

And despite the love hexagonal dramas, Mister F slept through it ALL. πŸ™‚

#1090 Hail Hippie Life

It’s the second time in 2 days I’ve entered the Happy Hippie Herb shop off the Main street.

You see, I was actually meant to go there. Not as in task-orientated, though it was that intention that led me there. I mean as in the Universe led me there.

My Hippie Hubbie had gone past the place earlier this week, but the salesperson was across the lane way talking to someone else… so he kept going.

He was in need of some stuff, so yesterday I headed off a couple suburbs down to get it for him. Lo and behold, he didn’t respond to my 15 text messages showing him pictures and asking him what to buy, even though he’d said he’d be able respond for sure… the boss is never around him on Thursdays.

So guess what? The boss was around him this Thursday.

It forced me to go ‘stuff it’ and head on down to the original place, Hippie Herb shop, as I had other things I needed to look at in the area too.

As I entered the shop looking for his stuff, my eyes went past a name of something… something I had been wanting to buy, but not knowing where, such was the rarity of the item.

I stopped in my tracks, scanning frantically for the name I was after. Was it here? Was it here?

It was HERE.

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Yesterday I spent a good 20-30 minutes in that store, talking up a storm with the salesperson who seriously, knows more stuff about me than almost every one I know. We laughed and shared funny details of each other’s lives, and I felt the vibe of this free-spirited, carefree yet also very spiritually educated person rub off on me so much…

That now I want to be a carefree Happy Hippie Herb Person too.

Today as I went in with baby girl to grab some more things, she offered baby girl a fairy stamp.

“Does Mum want one too?” I outstretched my hand with no hesitation. Hell yeah.

“Now you can fly off down the street like fairies together!”

And so we did. πŸ™‚

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#969 I’m a Bachie girl!

No matter how much I try to avoid it… I can’t deny, that I like a bit of trash.

Trash tv. I might think Shakespeare is the greatest EVER, and have a complete volume of his works that I am slowly making my way through… I may think Jane Austen was ahead of her time with her own stories that I am starting to dissect… and more cult than commercial, I analyse and break-down the philosophies and wide story-arcs of one of my all-time fave shows, Angel.

And yet, the trash, still speaks to me.

Which is why this morning when I heard about ‘The Bachelorette,’ which has been heavily advertised of late, was premiering tonight, this was my actual face in the car on the way to work:

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This is because I was only recently bemoaning the fact that I didn’t have anything to get sucked intoΒ  and entertained by on weeknights. Our family life doesn’t allow me to sit down for long EVERY night of the week… but a couple of nights let’s face it, interrupted me time, would more than suffice.

I was only thinking this last night, how there was nothing for us to gasp and laugh over, when this Bachie news came on this morning. And after the initial shock, I turned to this:

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Laughter! Happiness! Hubbie and I now had something to trash talk over, together!

Awwww!

To be honest, I didn’t think I would get as invested in this show prior to it commencing. I wasn’t sure if the actual Bachelorette had that interesting TV quality that made you want to watch and hang around for the ride.

But after tonight? After all of tonight’s debacles, with giant bears, real-life lambs, random break-out dance routines, and a knight in shining armour of all things, this Bachelorette series seems to already have it all!

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(My money is on the knight).

You know what I’ll be doing Wednesdays and Thursdays… tee hee hee.

#928 BBQ Serendipity

Sometimes you spend your life asking why things won’t go the way you want them to.

Other times you think “well ain’t I lucky.”

It felt like the strangest and luckiest coincidence when weeks ago I took a letter from baby girl’s kinder home. It read that there was to be a Father’s Day bbq in a couple of weeks time. I was surprised given that the time and date was 9:15am on a Thursday, and figured the early notice might be so that Dad’s might try to make other work arrangements to make it in for their littlies…

Hubbie works like, ALL the days. But as I started to calculate the dates, knowing we were on holidays about that time, I made a happy realisation.

He was FREE.

If it was a week earlier, he would have missed it, as we were in ol’ Hobart-town. A week later, and back at work.

He has 4 measly weeks off A YEAR. How the Father’s Day bbq fell perfectly on the day that he was free, was well… beyond me.

Serendipity. Chance. Luck. I do not know how or why some things work out so well, while other’s have to be chased down hard with a net. But because this fell so perfectly into our lap, when baby girl and I woke still sick this morning, the painkillers quickly followed since we were not going to let Serendipity DOWN. πŸ˜‰

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