Wednesday, 8 February 2012

How Many Times Have I Told You.....

I got told off today, by a random stranger, when I was out running.
She stopped me in mid stride and said "Where are your shoes, and why
are you running in socks, you will ruin them?"
Nosey bugga I thought, but instead of voicing this out loud to her, I
remained pleasant.

And its true, I will ruin my snowy white socks soon and will have to buy
more, and how many times have I growled at my kids, for wearing their socks
outside....prob a million times, and this lady had probably growled at her
kids about the same amount as well, so I guess she was doing her job as a mum.

But why am I running in socks, you may be asking?

Barefoot running, that's what I am doing, and it is gloriously liberating, Yes,
true I am wearing socks now, but you should try running in barefoot at 6 am,
you will find as I did, that it does'nt take long for the feet to freeze and
go numb, in that early morning dew.

After suffering with a stuffed ankle for the past 8-9 months, because I was
running in good running shoes with orthodics, yeah go figure, my physio finally
encouraged me to walk in bare feet, which very quickly turned into running.
And my ankle, well it has never been better, now how awesome is that?

My cousin suggested that if I am finding running bare foot liberating, I wonder
how I would feel running totally naked.....ummmm Sherilyn, in a word "SHAMED".
Why do you think I am running in the first place, well yes to fix the ankle, but
also to loose flab that has attached itself to me without asking....but maybe when
I have removed it, maybe I will try the middle of the night when nobody
is around!!!

Not that I said all this to the lady that stopped me, instead I agreed with her,
Yes I will probably ruin my socks, but doctors orders and you can't disobey your
doctor....and enough chit-chat, I need to go.

So, dear people, next time you want to feel liberated, try barefoot running and
join the new revolution, and if you are a little more game, strip it all off!

Bye, Misty

Saturday, 4 February 2012

A Really Yummy Gewurztraminer.

The other night, the kids were asleep, husband was out with the lads, and I was home alone with my remote control and an extremely good bottle of gewurztraminer, maybe I had already had two glasses or possibly 3, anyway who is counting? I certainly was'nt.

The phone rang, I answered, the caller said.."Hi My name is Leanne, I am an old friend of Mr P, about 20-25 years ago.....bla bla bla" My foggy brain didn't take much in at all.

But before I knew it I was agreeing to take in for Sunday night, 2 adults and 4 chn, who were on a biking holiday, did I mention the children were 1, 3, 5, and 6 years...., as they had to be at the airport 9am Monday morning. Who were these people? Where were they from? Who knows? I certainly didn't but I agreed to let them sleep on our lounge floor.....

Before I hung up, I suddenly realized I didn't have any idea who I was talking too, I couldn't remember who she said she was, so as she began her goodbyes, I suddenly blurted out "Who are you, and how do you know my husband?"

I am sure this lady began to have second thoughts about sending this family to stay, What sort of crazy woman, has Mr P married? Anyway graciously, she told me how she and Mr P knew each other, and this time I randomly wrote more notes on back of the envelope.

I hung up the phone, poured another glass the very yummy wine and settled back to watch more TV.

When Mr P came home, I was pretty cheerful, but I did remember to tell him people were coming to stay, on sunday night, but I had lost the envelope, so I couldn't tell him who, but did he have a friend from 20 odd years ago, whose name was Leanne.

Luckily, Mr P knew who I was talking about, and has been in touch with his old friend, but we still don't know a lot about this family, but we are looking forward to hosting them for the night.

They sound pretty amazing if they can travel this way with 4 young kids, I am looking forward to meeting them, maybe we will catch the bug too.....although the mind sure boggles with how we would keep Scooby on a bike, maybe a tandem with ropes to tie him on.....and bags him not on my bike!

Anyway dear readers, if at all there is anyone out there reading my crap, I will let you know all about them next time.

Talk soon


Sunday, 14 August 2011

The Other Man

I have to admit it, there is another man in my life,
a wonderful man, that gives me what I need, right
when I need it...

On Thurs and Fri, I was in deep pain, suffering every-time
I smiled and talked, I was grumpy with everyone, even my
husband knew not to say anything to me, because the
tounge lashing he would get was not worth it. I felt
depressed, that hubby was beginning to feel quite concerned.

But then on Saturday, this wonderful, kind, caring man, came
into my life, and made me happy, ohhh, such happiness I hadn't felt
for days.

This other man,my dentist, gave me 40 minutes of his time, he worked on
my inflamed gums, drained what needed to be drained, and made it all
feel so much better.......and then he prescribed me drugs.... heaps
of drugs, beautiful, beautiful pills, ...."pain doesn't live here
no more".... and his wonderful nurse even suggested vodka in a sipper
bottle to get me through my sunday school class of pre-schoolers the
next day....what an awesome idea, never thought of that before....haha.

And when he presented me with the bill, It didn't even bother me, the
pain had gone, and the drugs were awesome!!!!!!!

O the other man, how I love thee!

Thursday, 11 August 2011

My Dream...

Don't you love it when your house is clean, you can smell the
polish and the disinfectant, the floor is mopped,
the carpets are vacumed, the windows are shiny, the beds are made
up with clean sheets, yesterdays washing is folded and put away,
and todays is hanging on the line, the kitchen is tidy, the rubbish
is out, the stove/oven is clean, and so is the refigerator, and
the bathroom is sparkly, and the loo looks like the best it ever looked!

I can't remember when my home last looked that way, or even it it ever
looked that way, even when I had a cleaner, courtesy of the govt,
because of my son's special needs, my home never has looked that way.

And I crave it so much, I wish muchly that the little elves that
visited that poor shoemaker and made his shoes for him at night, do
you remember that story from childhood?, well I wish those little elves
would visit me at night, and transform my home to the tidy CLEAN home
I long for.

But even if they did, you know what would happen aye, the children would
wake up, and before you know it, juice will be knocked over, cereal will
be on the floor, toast crumbs everywhere, clothes, toys, everywhere,
toothpaste on the bathroom sink, the loo, well we won't even go there, but
lets say "disaster zone" and my home would be right back to where I had
left it the night. Would those little elves dispair, I do think they would,
and they would even cease to visit.

I love it when I go and visit mother of one, and her home always looks
beautiful, dust wouldn't dare show it's face, but it's not just her house
it's her garden too....I love sitting in her home enjoying the tidiness,
but being a tiny bit scared to spill my tea or drop a crumb, but the
serenity of a clean house pulls me, and starts to make me long for my
home to look like that too.

And then I go visit another friend, and her home is in more chaos than my
own, and secretly I love it, because it makes me feel like, just maybe I
do have a little bit of house cleaner in me.

When I got married my father told my hubby that he got the "best one",
And, yes, if you visited my sister's homes, you would probably agree, thank
goodness, where they live they still have dial-up and never get to read my
blogs......can you believe people still use dial-up?, but no, now I am
straying, so maybe I am the best one of 3, but I am still not the
house keeper I desire to be.

But my kids are happy, my husband is getting used to it, he is a clean freak,
and I still have time in my day to do other things I want to do, and my home,
well its not too bad, maybe one day Mr P will be rich enough to provide
me with a house keeper, and the children will have left home, just maybe then
my home will become the sparkling home I so desire.

But anyway, must go, toilet to clean, floor to vacum, and beds to be made up,
and a whole list of other 40 jobs to do.

Have a great day

Wednesday, 10 August 2011


I have just had a fun afternoon. YAY
Enny-Belle came home from school yesterday with a notice telling
us that it was mufti day on Friday, and since it was peace week
they all had to wear some white, and to throw some fun into the
equation [or nightmare for some parents] they needed to also dress
in the theme of "Flower Power".
Well my wonderful daughter said "I've got a white top and a white dress
mum, that will do", and Potato muttered loudly, "I just gonna wear
what I want and I am not wearing flowers"!!!!
Anyway today I pulled out Enny-Belles white dress, and it was covered in
stains and crap, and even tho it is still soaking, I don't think they are
So instead I went into my trusty fabric cupboard, and found white cotton and
white stretch, and white daisy trimming, and a tea coloured rik-rak,
and I have had a wonderful afternoon creating the cutest little 60's
A sleaveless little swing dress, with daisies around the neck of the dress,
and daisies and rik-rak near the bottom of the dress. I also made a little
pair of white stretch tights, that are a bit flared, and sewed daisies
around the cuff of those. It is tooo cute, if I can say so myself, and I
am hoping Enny-Belle will love it as much as I do.
I am sorry there are no photos[as yet] of my creation, but a, I don't have
a camera that works, and b, I am so computer illiterate, that I wouldn't
know how to transfer them to this blog, but with a couple of tutorials
from the lovely Simone, and a new camera, then I will be up and running and
my pages may start to be a little more interesting.
And as for Potato, well I have found a white thermal t-shirt for him in his
draw, I think that will have to do with a pair of jeans. I don't think his
Batman suit is going to work for him this time.
I haven't been sewing in such a long time, and todays fun, has lit up the
creative juices and I am starting to create in my head, more wonderful
outfits and fun times. YAY!
See ya later

Monday, 8 August 2011

Ironic, Isn't It?

Today as I am baking in the kitchen, and looking into our lovely backyard
I see a hiccup in my life's journey, .... you would prob call him a home valuer.
Yes that right people, our home of just 5 weeks is up for sale...what did
you say did I hear you right? sure did.
And while watching him with his tape measure, i started to sing, "Isn't it Ironic
don't you think...." thanks Alanis Morrisette! And i began to laugh!!!
After having such a unsettled first half of the year, when our rental of
9 years sold, and struggling to find a place to live, and with one week
till we had to move this one fell in our lap....awesome!!!!!
And now, 5 weeks later, my daughter told me today,"but it feels like we have
been here forever" Yup it does that,
But again change is in the air....

But I am going to laugh in the face of this hiccup, ha ha ha it won't
defeat me, because I am victorious!

I have just come home from our amazing Equipher conference, and one of our
speakers talked about walking in the natural vs walking in the super natural,
in the natural, while facing something ie my home selling again, I could
wail, and cry, and stamp my feet and throw a tanty, or I could walk in the
supernatural and just start praying.....And that is what I am doing
I just don't have the time and energy to do the other, and if the big guy
upstairs came through in the nick of time last time, I am sure he will
do it again when the need arises.

No, I am not super spiritual....just can't be bothered with the effort that
goes with worrying...In the last few year, we have come across many hiccups
in our journey, I am determined I am not going to let this one bowl me over.

So dear people, when the need arises, if you know of a home for us, let us
know, ......and it could be absolutely anywhere, this time we are not going
to state where we want to live, we feel a need for an adventure, a massive
change, a new way of could be deepest darkest Africa, or the rolling
hills of Mongolia,[I do have a friend there working with homeless children,]
maybe the bright city lights of Hong Kong [I would go back there in a heart beat]
the island life of Tonga [a relaxed way of life would be attractive], the slums
of Mumbai,{I have a friend there as well] Who knows where but we are up for an
adventure, and some exciting tales to tell. [Gail can't have all the fun]

So, yes, I guess we will just have to wait and see what happens next for us,


Thursday, 21 July 2011

Breakfast in Bed

I heard whispering and banging in the kitchen as I went past
on the way to the loo this morning.
"What are you kids doing" I asked. "Go away Mummy and go back to bed,
it's a surprise" I was told. "Don't come in here"
So as a good mama, I did what I was told and went back to bed.
I then woke up hubby and warned him breakfast in bed would be coming
shortly. Of course Mr Tidy freak, moaned about the state the kitchen
would be, but I told him to shush and enjoy the moment.
Before too long, in came Siena Biena, carrying a red spotted tray, with
breakfast for Mama. On the tray was, 1 little cupcake, 2 round sammies cut
out with cookie cutters, one with sprinkles, and the other, fejoa jam,
a manderin, and a little container with almonds......yummo!
Next came, Potato, first with a wine glass of juice, which he has placed
a frozen strawberry and boysenberry, I liked the touch, for his father,
and then shortly after he came back balencing the rest of daddy's
breakfast on a wire cookie tray,you know the sort you put the biscuits on to
cool down after taking them from the oven, anyway, for daddy he had a bowl
of cereal with soy milk, also a mandarin, a sammie filled with sprinkles,
and a homemade ginger nut.
on the biscuit and cupcake they had given us, and watched us enjoy the breakfast
that had been prepared with much love.
It was a breakfast like none ever, and a real treat, and even better, I stayed
in bed a bit longer and let hubby dearest clean up the kitchen.
A lovely start to the day, and a lovely end to the first week of the
school holidays.
Thankyou my darling children, I will keep you on for another week.