#1483 New and old memories with best friends

It’s always a great time when you catch up with loved ones, but it felt extra awesome tonight when bestie and her hubbex came over.

It really has been too long. It made everything all the more sweeter… the conversation, the music youtube shares, the d&ms, and all the pet talk about those furry friends of ours that we love.

Baby girl decided she had new ‘owners.’ LOL. I feel safe and secure when she selects people who are dear to me, to add to her special list too.

But perhaps the funniest and weirdest moment came when bestie remembered something from our childhood years… I’m still trying to come to terms with it and remember it, but the visual she gave me is stirring some deep memory from within, and maybe, just maybe, I CAN remember.

What I had forgotten, for apparently my whole life, is that when we were in primary school, WE HAD OUR OWN BOOK CLUB.

Oh-em-gee.

We would take our books and sit in the inside of this massive playground tyre, six of us, and share what we had read. We had diaries too that we would write in after.

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I was freaking out over this fact. Firstly, I would love to now be in a book club, but sadly don’t think it’s the right time for it, for where I am in my life… but I used to be in one… when I was about 9?

I would bring with me, wait for it…my The Babysitters Club books. I was spinning out even more, because that is SO me. Was so me.

I loved the recollection, because it told me that even though there are things we can’t remember, there are others who have memories of things that we have forgotten.

Also, the knowledge that I was doing such book-related stuff before I even remember wanting to write seriously for a living… double wow. Some things are just meant to be.

And thirdly… well friends. Having this lifetime of knowledge between old friends, with experiences that are constantly gained, and memory upon memory added… well, it is something special. Truly special.

#1430 Home made pizza

I’m trying to set a good example for baby girl whenever I can.

A massive part of that example is teaching her what I learnt growing up…

Home made is best.

She already tells me that my gingerbread and banana bread is better than any bought variety, and just recently even said she loved my pasta sauce… and she doesn’t even eat that much of it.

What I bake and make doesn’t have to receive world-class awards. If baby girl can see that what I made in our kitchen tastes better than anything commercially bought or packaged, my job here is done.

Learning this is a life-long task though. I still fall into traps of buying things that I think might be okay, but then I end up terribly disappointed afterwards. That’s why I’m always teaching, always talking to baby girl about what is good and healthy for her.

I don’t like to be preachy, or all “Don’t eat that!” with her. Rather like today at the shops, I asked her if she wanted me to buy some watermelon, and she said yes. I then threw in the info that they have lots of water and are naturally sweet, and much better for you than sugary treats and chocolate.

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But it wasn’t just watermelon on our shopping list today. We were buying pizza-making ingredients, because baby girl asked for us to make a pizza!

Before I get too excited over my good influence on her, it was TOTALLY NOT MY INFLUENCE.

I know because she told me… she had watched her favourite doll role-play channel on youtube and the dolls had made their own pizza with green peppers and brown onion and pepperoni and that’s why she wanted to make it!

Well what do you know? Youtube is actually teaching something.

So we went on a shopping trip. To buy green peppers (I told them in Australia we say capsicums), pepperoni (only to go on Hubbie’s side of the pizza once she realised they were spicy) and some other delicious and fresh toppings like ham, mushrooms and fresh mozzarella.

FRESH MOZARELLA! Mmmmmmmmmmmmm.

At home I chopped it up and she helped me top the pizza base… the best bit.

Before…

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And after

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It smelt so good coming out of the oven, and we had created it ourselves!

The only modification for next time…

Make two. We smashed that ‘one’ easily.

 

#1296 A new season of Self-care

Spring is the beginning of many things.

Growth. Renewal. Sunshine. Greenery.

It just so coincides with a decision I made only yesterday, on the first day of it, to do something new.

To look after myself.

I’ve been on a bit of a journey, a spiritual awakening of late. My normal awareness of mind, body and soul has skyrocketed to another level.

In turn, I come to the conclusion that, like my Mum always says “you are your own doctor.”

I am my own doctor.

We know, intuitively, what we need. No one else can really tell us that. Even if we do learn something from an ‘authority,’ really, something inside of us has been trying to tell us that all along… give us worldly signs… throw our body off-kilter so that we take notice…

Even, send us dreams.

There is always something there, something trying to get through.

It’s just whether we are allowing ourselves to listen or not.

I’m not going to do anything crazy. I just have a heightened awareness, and in order to nourish my body, in making mindful food choices and trying to be more active, I will also be doing things for my mind, and my soul.

Yoga.

Meditation.

Music – I find it so therapeutic, and I am actually going to be singing/dancing on my own for at least 5 minutes a day. TRUE STORY.

Laughter – nothing makes me happier than when I find a new comedian via youtube, and I sit there almost crying for about 5 minutes straight.

Nothing crazy. Nothing unattainable.

Most of it, free. 

I am going into this realistically. There are days I may not be able to do much on my list. I will forget and let go of those days.

Then there will be days that I smash it out of the park. Those are the days I will use as fuel to push me on and keep me going on my improvement pursuit.

Just tonight I sat down, for like 2 minutes because that is all I had, to do some yoga moves…

Baby girl found me.

And she saw the book I was working from, and wanted to do yoga too.

They actually do yoga in her class. I wish I was in prep again.

So I let her. Old me would have been slightly annoyed to have lost my ‘me time,’ but new SmikG said ‘let go’ and breathed in and out as deeply as I could.

Watching her do the ‘cat-cow’ as we both went on all fours, made me smile.

It threw me off my yoga focus… but I was laughing. Relaxed. Wasn’t that the point?

Yep. It sure is.

#1287 Saturday night passionate convos

Tonight was a great catch up with Best man and fam. Overdue, because they missed baby girl’s birthday last week.

Late, but in some ways maybe better, because we got to catch up with them and them only, and get really intimate on stuff.

In amongst the kids playing some pin the horn on the unicorn (because I still had the poster up on the door) and the egg and cup game around the house, us parents were, you know, chilling on the couch, having turns picking different songs on YouTube to watch.

And it was all good, all cruisy. Dinner was followed with my home-made brownies, some coffee…

And then suddenly, the conversation turned.

Because we started talking about something Hubbie gets really passionate about – MUSIC.

Singers and songwriters, to be specific, and who gets (more) credit.

Oh my. Soon we were shouting out artist names, getting noisy, pointing fingers and yelling “you’re wrong!”

And then we roared with laughter.

Although we seriously, very seriously got onto the topic of ideas and credit and performers, we all gave each other the space to speak, no one got cranky with the other for their ideas, and after some very passionate speeches, all went back to a balanced equilibrium.

And, it was soooo refreshing. Being in company where we could be as honest as we liked, even shout at the other person… then go back to hugging them a moment later.

If only we could all give each other the space to be as honest as we wanted, without finding offence or reason to tear each other down.

It’s hard to find people like that.

I guess that’s why they are, Best man and fam 😉

#1280 Unicorns and face painting for grown-ups

Because acting like a kid is fun, let’s face it.

And when you are at a kids party, you are given full licence pretty much to act like a child.

Eat lollies.

Encourage play.

Play pin the horn on the unicorn.

Get painted.

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I was thoroughly impressed at the number of adults who went glittery and crazy for baby girl’s birthday party today. I looked up, and sitting in the make up chair more often than not were adults, both men and women alike!

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And of course there had to be cake. I was very happy with my ‘creative efforts,’ and baby girl was rapt, so let’s be honest all I needed was that ok…

But if I ever meet Rosanna Pansino, American YouTube cake-making sensation, with a 2 billion audience, I will tell her –

“My buttercream did NOT spread so easy!”

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It tasted good though!

#1232 Shopping discoveries

One of the best things to do on a cold and Wintry Sunday, is to go shopping.

We were in need of some long-overdue retail therapy.

It was a day of lots of fun, purchases, and discoveries.

Not along did I ‘discover’ some new pjs, a book to add to my never-ending ‘to-be-read’ pile, and a half price body shop body butter…

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BUT, there was another, more fabulous and EXCITING discovery.

Hubbie was looking for shoes as baby girl and I hung around him, and she literally, was hanging around, draped entirely over a nearby small couch that was facing a mirror, looking at herself in it, when suddenly –

“I have a wobbly tooth!”

“What?” I went to investigate immediately. She opened her mouth, and sure enough, showed me her bottom tooth had wiggle room. 

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“She has a wobbly tooth!”

Can I just say, thank God for youtube videos. There are many times that I’ve thought ‘this has helped baby girl enormously.’ There will be some kind of major milestone I worry about her facing, but because she has watched her doll idols, Anya and Elsia go through it already on her fave youtube channel, it is all ok.

I didn’t even have to tell her about the tooth fairy. She knows.

She was jumping about in excitement from that point onward. Telling random people. Asking if the tooth was still there (that’s been asked about 734 times today).

“Has it moved more?” has been asked equally as much, at 813.

This girl can not wait.

Honestly, neither can we. 🙂

So, a day full of seriously fun surprises…. from ‘no wobbly tooth,’ to

“I have a wobbly tooth!”

:):):)

Shopping brought it all today.

#1160 Foolish games, poetic words

It had been a big, fun, full day. From a sunny day enjoying the warmth, walking our cat on a leash outside (yes, a leash), baking up some Easter treats, and then enjoying a birthday with loved ones, it felt like we had done it all and in turn, were getting tired by days end beyond belief.

It didn’t affect the volume in the car though.

Like one of our favourite Prince songs, we were almost “Delirious.” Talking over each other as we drove home from the birthday, music blaring… I was surprised my ears weren’t ringing as they usually do when people started shrieking.

Hubbie changed the radio station while we were in full force. He heard the notes of something, and exclaimed “Oh I love this!” I recognised the same song he did, and we were both disappointed in our realisation moments later, when it turned out to be a recent slow song.

“Oh, I thought it was Jewel,” he said. He didn’t even have to tell me that. I had heard the same parts he had identified. We started talking about one of her earlier songs, and then the ‘mistaken’ song in question, Foolish Games.

Have you ever forgotten about a song you loved so much, but then as you start singing it, it ALL COMES FLOODING BACK TO YOU?

I l♥ve those moments.

I’d remembered, that I had known the song so well. It was a slow song, a sad song, but one that told a story, a story so precise and real and true, that there was no doubt in my mind that Jewel HAD lived this tale, the images she sang were so real in my mind. They were poignant, and they were raw.

In my effort to recall it all, I tried my best to hum the first notes, the gentle piano tones rising up and then down, and then –

“You took your coat off… and stood in the rain. You were always crazy like that.”

I smiled at him, excited that it was starting to come back.

“And I watched from my window… always felt I was inside… looking in, on you.”

Meanwhile baby girl was starting to complain that our soft notes were too loud for her. This from the girl that had made me turn up the volume to 20 and “open the windows!” when Body by Loud Luxury came on. Oh, please.

But we continued. I paused as I tried to remember certain words, and then Hubbie would jump in, filling in my blanks.

Me: “You were always the mysterious one with, dark eyes and …. careless hair, you were, fashionably sensitive, but – “

Together: “Too cool, to care.”

Oh, it was great. We were literally pulling the words out of our heads as the music played between us, unspoken. We got all the way to the first few lines of the second verse, and then majorly stalled. I knew for a fact that I loved the second verse best, and yet I couldn’t remember it.

Thank God then, for youtube.

Hubbie pulled up the video clip on my phone as we drove. We sang along and happily filled in the spaces where we had stopped so suddenly before. But it flowed of course when she sang it, like we had never forgotten it at all.

Then Hubbie found a live version where she well… kicked it out of the ball park. She sang the melancholy song with such sensitivity, range, emotion, and passion, that really… WOW. Effortless yet powerful, all at once.

Here are the beautiful and poetic words…. and with it, that live performance of Foolish Games from 1997.

I think we will be playing a lot of this re-discovered song this Easter long weekend. Enjoy 🙂

You took your coat off and stood in the rain,
You’re always crazy like that.
And I watched from my window,
Always felt I was outside looking in on you.
You’re always the mysterious one with
Dark eyes and careless hair,
You were fashionably sensitive
But too cool to care.
You stood in my doorway, with nothing to say
Besides some comment on the weather.
Well in case you failed to notice,
In case you failed to see,
This is my heart bleeding before you,
This is me down on my knees, and…
These foolish games are tearing me apart,
And your thoughtless words are breaking my heart.
You’re breaking my heart.
You’re always brilliant in the morning,
Smoking your cigarettes and talking over coffee.
Your philosophies on art, Baroque moved you.
You loved Mozart and you’d speak of your loved ones
As I clumsily strummed my guitar.
Well, excuse me, guess I’ve mistaken you for somebody else,
Somebody who gave a damn,
Somebody more like myself.
These foolish games are tearing me, you’re tearing me
You’re tearing me apart
And your, thoughtless words are breaking my heart
Your breaking my heart
You took your coat off
And stood in the rain
You were always crazy like that.
~ Jewel.