So the hubby rather enjoys sitting and having a good browse through the catalogues each week, on the search for his next ill-fated purchase.
I say ill-fated, because at this point, hubby is banned from making any decisions regarding large...or even small for that matter, purchases. Why? Well as I have previously discussed, he has a penchant for buying useless crap that he truly believes will make his life better - and because he buys these things second hand most of the time, there is always a good chance that they will not work.
Like the video camera. And the Holden Vectra. And the 45 lunchboxes, and most recently, the Toyota Townace.
Now, the toyota is running, and well I might add.....now..... but it was looking dubious for a while, and we have discovered that the wheels have been modified to allow for larger tyres, which means the tyres will have to be changed more often, and each tyre will cost 200 dollars. Yippee.
So catalogues. I had to laugh (and then again when I was thinking about writing this blog) today - while out and about running various errands, we found ourselves in the vicinity of Barbeques Galore. We had seen in their catalogue a pizza block that we both identified as something we would like to get. I mentioned the pizza block, and immediately got this reaction....
'Oh I need to go there today to have a look at smokers...'
'Look at what now????'
'Smokers'
'yeah...no.'
'No i NEED to go there TODAY! I have a need to smoke some meat!!'
WTF.
Like I say. Banned from making purchase decisions. And with good reason.
Might have to start disposing of the catalogues before he gets home from now on. Just as soon as I have finished reading them :P
Saturday, November 27, 2010
Friday, November 26, 2010
Careful - it's about to get crazy up in here....
AAAARRRGGGHHH! It's here! It's time!
Once a year, for about a month and a half, I regress to my childhood. IT'S CHRISTMAS TIME!!! Yep - i am one of those annoying people who fricken LOVE christmas, and go all out to celebrate it.
Probably because my mother really, really didn't.
As kids we never had a christmas tree. Mum hates plastic trees, so instead we would have to find a pot plant to decorate with the 20 year old bits of tinsel tucked far away in the back of the cupboard.
Now before I go any further, I feel the need to make sure you understand - no my mother is not the grinch. No she is not mean, no she is not heartless. But she IS strictly athiest, and celebrating religious holidays just goes against everything she believes in.
Anywhoo as I was saying - no tree, crappy old tinsel.
We would get a couple of presents under the tree, but the majority of our presents were made up of our school supplies for the next year. I thought that was perfectly normal until (as an adult) it would come up in conversation and people would look at me with complete horror.
In our stockings we would get oranges, apples... and apricot pieces. If you don't know what apricot pieces are - you will find them in the nut or health food sections of the supermarket. They are apricot squares with coconut around the edges. In short, these were our lollies when we were kids.
So it's entirely possible that these experiences lead me to be a little .....how you say.... OTT about the festive season.
So come mid November, I start to get that excited, butterflies in the pit of my stomach feeling, knowing that within a couple of weeks, I will be able to bust out the 6ft VERY fake Christmas tree and get my cheer on!
Now I, like my mother am not religious, and I try not to become the biggest hyprocrite in the world during this time. Instead, I choose to see Christmas as not only a religious holiday, but as the one time of the year that insists all members of the family come together in celebration of one another. That, to me, is the most important thing.
So here we are!!! The time has come!
Christmas tree goes up this weekend bitches!! :P
Once a year, for about a month and a half, I regress to my childhood. IT'S CHRISTMAS TIME!!! Yep - i am one of those annoying people who fricken LOVE christmas, and go all out to celebrate it.
Probably because my mother really, really didn't.
As kids we never had a christmas tree. Mum hates plastic trees, so instead we would have to find a pot plant to decorate with the 20 year old bits of tinsel tucked far away in the back of the cupboard.
Now before I go any further, I feel the need to make sure you understand - no my mother is not the grinch. No she is not mean, no she is not heartless. But she IS strictly athiest, and celebrating religious holidays just goes against everything she believes in.
Anywhoo as I was saying - no tree, crappy old tinsel.
We would get a couple of presents under the tree, but the majority of our presents were made up of our school supplies for the next year. I thought that was perfectly normal until (as an adult) it would come up in conversation and people would look at me with complete horror.
In our stockings we would get oranges, apples... and apricot pieces. If you don't know what apricot pieces are - you will find them in the nut or health food sections of the supermarket. They are apricot squares with coconut around the edges. In short, these were our lollies when we were kids.
So it's entirely possible that these experiences lead me to be a little .....how you say.... OTT about the festive season.
So come mid November, I start to get that excited, butterflies in the pit of my stomach feeling, knowing that within a couple of weeks, I will be able to bust out the 6ft VERY fake Christmas tree and get my cheer on!
Now I, like my mother am not religious, and I try not to become the biggest hyprocrite in the world during this time. Instead, I choose to see Christmas as not only a religious holiday, but as the one time of the year that insists all members of the family come together in celebration of one another. That, to me, is the most important thing.
So here we are!!! The time has come!
Christmas tree goes up this weekend bitches!! :P
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Byte me
How did we function before the internet???
I vaguely remember those days - I don't recall them being particularly difficult - but the concept of taking away my internet these days quite seriously brings on a cold sweat and my life flashing before my eyes....
Shopping, paying bills, booking flights, checking the weather, finding out about anything and EVERYTHING! (Google I swear to god you have single handedly changed my life) song lyrics, banking, catching up with friends, job hunting, news and current affairs, television, business!! Basically ALL the things I do on a daily basis require the internet.
And yes, I realise the irony of writing on the internet about how much we rely on the internet.
It used to be geek territory, but now the internet is free reign for everyone - the young, the old and (sadly) the peverted. My 65 year old step mother is on Facebook for goodness sake! In the old days you worried about your parents hearing from your friend's parents or the town's big mouth about your weekend antics - NOW you have your grandparents stalking your profile to keep up with your latest indiscretion.
Anywhooo I feel I may be getting off topic here somehow... I guess the point is there are pro's and con's to the internet, but I'm very much pro. My life comes to a standstill without it. They talk about the fact that the internet will at some point collapse under it's own data load... For me thats the Apocolypse I'm truly afraid of!
Bring me salvation by the Terrabyte.
I vaguely remember those days - I don't recall them being particularly difficult - but the concept of taking away my internet these days quite seriously brings on a cold sweat and my life flashing before my eyes....
Shopping, paying bills, booking flights, checking the weather, finding out about anything and EVERYTHING! (Google I swear to god you have single handedly changed my life) song lyrics, banking, catching up with friends, job hunting, news and current affairs, television, business!! Basically ALL the things I do on a daily basis require the internet.
And yes, I realise the irony of writing on the internet about how much we rely on the internet.
It used to be geek territory, but now the internet is free reign for everyone - the young, the old and (sadly) the peverted. My 65 year old step mother is on Facebook for goodness sake! In the old days you worried about your parents hearing from your friend's parents or the town's big mouth about your weekend antics - NOW you have your grandparents stalking your profile to keep up with your latest indiscretion.
Anywhooo I feel I may be getting off topic here somehow... I guess the point is there are pro's and con's to the internet, but I'm very much pro. My life comes to a standstill without it. They talk about the fact that the internet will at some point collapse under it's own data load... For me thats the Apocolypse I'm truly afraid of!
Bring me salvation by the Terrabyte.
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Some days....
One of my good friends said something the other day that has stuck with me.... She said 'You know, I thought I worked hard in my job. But being a mother is so much harder'
True dat.
You know how when you are in high school you look back on primary school and wish you could have it that easy again? Then when you enter the workforce - you look back on high school in the same way?
Yeh... having kids is the next step of that pattern. People tell you it's the hardest job you will ever have to do, they say the hours are long, the pay is rotten, but the rewards outstrip the downfall....
But you really don't know how true all of that is until you do it yourself.... well all except the rewards part... I'm still weighing up the pro's and con's (it's been a particularly trying day). If someone put the 'motherhood' contract in front of you and asked you to sign - outlining the role and remunerations, you would have to be on crack to sign on the dotted line. But yes, of course there are great rewards - seeing your child walk for the first time, say mum or even dad (:P) for the first time, the first hug, the first kiss, watching them learn and grow. All completely awesome - no question.
But if we REALLY knew what we were in for, would we still do it? Without experiencing the good parts of parenthood, I think we would all tuck tail and run. Thank goodness science hasn't managed to completely control human reproduction!
Do I regret having kids? No. I really don't. It's the great thing about nature - makes it impossible to regret your kids :P
Oh by the way - I'm not excluding Fathers and the important role they play - but I'm not one - so trying to include them in this discussion would be futile.
Anyway - I take comfort in the fact that life always comes a full circle - and they will have to feed me and wipe my bum when I'm too old to do it myself, and with science advancements - I reckon I could make it to at least 120 .
Suckers.
True dat.
You know how when you are in high school you look back on primary school and wish you could have it that easy again? Then when you enter the workforce - you look back on high school in the same way?
Yeh... having kids is the next step of that pattern. People tell you it's the hardest job you will ever have to do, they say the hours are long, the pay is rotten, but the rewards outstrip the downfall....
But you really don't know how true all of that is until you do it yourself.... well all except the rewards part... I'm still weighing up the pro's and con's (it's been a particularly trying day). If someone put the 'motherhood' contract in front of you and asked you to sign - outlining the role and remunerations, you would have to be on crack to sign on the dotted line. But yes, of course there are great rewards - seeing your child walk for the first time, say mum or even dad (:P) for the first time, the first hug, the first kiss, watching them learn and grow. All completely awesome - no question.
But if we REALLY knew what we were in for, would we still do it? Without experiencing the good parts of parenthood, I think we would all tuck tail and run. Thank goodness science hasn't managed to completely control human reproduction!
Do I regret having kids? No. I really don't. It's the great thing about nature - makes it impossible to regret your kids :P
Oh by the way - I'm not excluding Fathers and the important role they play - but I'm not one - so trying to include them in this discussion would be futile.
Anyway - I take comfort in the fact that life always comes a full circle - and they will have to feed me and wipe my bum when I'm too old to do it myself, and with science advancements - I reckon I could make it to at least 120 .
Suckers.
Thursday, November 4, 2010
You wanna.....?
So here's the skinny on 'the wedding night'. You think that after this amazing day and unbelievable party you will get back to your room, spend a couple of minutes ripping at each other's clothes and collapse in a sweaty pile on the bed.
Yeh...... no.
Amazing day..... check.
Unbelievable party..... check.
My wedding day was awesome. I loved it. Every moment was one worth remembering. But when the venue shut it's doors, and we meandered our way back to our room, we spent an hour or so drinking coffee and eating sausage sandwiches with the bridesmaids, talking semi drunken crap until - exhausted - we crawled into bed and.... wait for it..... SLEPT.
Scandalous isn't it!?
Do I actually care about the lack of X rated action? Nope. Not one little bit. We had a brilliant day - couldn't have asked for more. So big deal.
Not like we didn't make up for it later :P
I'm Baaaaacccckkk
Wow. It's been a long time. Not really by choice - in the lead up to the wedding there just wasn't time. But now i am Mrs Burrows :P it's time to get back in the saddle. Expect a lot more blogging from now on.....
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