When good shopping trolleys go bad.

I bought a grandma trolley today. It was black and lovely. I filled it up. Not too heavy. Carried child and groceries and trolley and we boarded the bus. We took the bus home and waited for it to stop. When the bus stopped child walked down steps and was fine, but someone thought they should help her. Unlike me who had two green bags and a shopping trolley (and a handbag to boot!). Trolley got stuck and then POP! The wheel just gave way. 100 meters from home and too heavy to carry. Hail Cab.

$5.50 later, I got home.

Damn shopping trolley.

The end.

The ball has officially started rolling

New eating plan is being organised
Blood tests being organised
Ultrasound being organised

Hopefully start ironing out some kinks and will have a baby in no time. Well, at least be pregnant.

Doctor is good. Not looking into anything major yet, just asking a few medical questions. Will go see the naturopath after the ultrasound report and take some stuff from there.

Doctor believes my theory on why I got pregnant with Tara - or more to the point How. will be doing some more research.

Also had a pap smear done. Only 4 years late or so.. thought it was about time.

Mmm. Dinner!

It is a bit of a bad sign when you remember dinner cooking on the stove only when you can smell it.

*cough*

I have the delightful smell of burnt chilli con carne whafting through the house.

Charming.

*gag*

Want to make a quick quid?

I was approached on the street tonight by a man. Scared the shit out of me.

I get out of the car and hear "Just try me... I'll put one in ya!" and I gulp. I am walking to the house from my car when I hear that. I then think, have I locked the car properly? Walking a back the guy goes

Scary Man "Hey love... love... want to make some money"
Me: "No thanks" Lock car (it was already locked)
SM: "I'll give you $400"
Me: "No thanks" (holding keys pointy end out ready to stab and scream)
SM: "I'll give you $400 is you can get me the f**k out of here...!"
Me: "Sorry..." (Fast pace to house and hastily open door and close door after watching him start knocking the door of the house he came from)

My heart was beating. Ally told me I should call the cops, and yes, I did want to. At the same time, this guy just saw me get out of my car and go to my house. What if he was to come to the house tomorrow when it is just Tara and me, after the cops have picked him up...?!

Tell you what. Redfern area can be scary sometimes.

Loosing things (and my mind)

How is it I can go to the shops and buy 100 things (close!) on the spare of a moment, and yet when I get home I cannot find the ONE thing I specifically wanted to get from the store? ARGH! It's on the receipt. I remember seeing it. I remember holding it. I am almost certain I have seen it since I got home. But do you think I can find it right at this moment when I want to use it? *headdesk*

So, the 100 things. I happened to walk into Kmart when they had a 20c sale. I bought BEADS. Lots of BEADS. And scrapbooking stuff too. Did I mention beads?

What have I lost? 5m of Elastic Nylon thread for beads (which is what i went to the store for in the first place!). I have the Nylon thread, but not the elastic. dagnabbit! AND it was not a 20c purchase. It set me back $1.50!!!

*sigh* Added to my frustrations I cannot, for the life of me, find my box of swarovski crystals from the wedding. with all my crystals, my pearls, the works. *sigh*

Crocheting up a storm

OK... so I back with hook in hand, but OMG. How many times can one person stuff up the same row on a tiny bootie!!?!! It is doing my head in . I keep missing stitches!!

Granted, I am making the pattern up based on a bonnet I am doing, and yes, the bootie is small... but still... it's just bloody simple FPDC!!! (*Grins* I am learning terminology! haha!)

I'd be doing the bonnet except I think it is in the car.. :(

so I thought I would make a start on some booties... :D

Just got back from Brissie last night... will do a catch up post later!

Shape of a Mother

I used to love visiting Shape of a Mother as I thought it was a beautiful sentiment - that women could see just how normal their body was as either a pregnant woman or a post-baby woman. The photos were sometimes confronting, but in a beautiful way. Dark, mysterious, you look at the stretch marks and rub and touch your own nodding your head thinking "I have the same ones".

But now SOAM is really starting to piss me off. Many of the photos have become sexualised, posed, almost pornographic. I have no problems with nudity at all, and think the program has been wonderful, but why are women all of a sudden needing to do sultry eyes, bum-in-the-air, pornesque shots? You don't need to make yourself look sexy to the audience. Sure, take sexy photos for your partner, show off everything, but women don't need to compare themselves to someone who's trying to look hot in a little lacy knicker set.

We are mums or mums to be trying to come to terms with our new and improved baby bodies, even if that improvement includes a road map of lines. Why do we need to look at soft-porn in the process?

/rant

Family.

Gotta love dysfunctional families.

My brother just packed his bags on a big guilt trip (thanks for the terminology Katy!) and I doubt he will get off the road until Christmas.

And if I find out he met up with our dad in the last 4 days, hell will break loose (and I think A and I would both be beyond pissed then)...

grrr.

Feeling Spesh.

I have new hair. Cut. Colour. Blowwave. I almost feel like a new woman. I even have two new pairs of jeans and a top to round off the feeling.

Now, if only I could loose some weight and really feel like a new woman. I think maybe I need to do some more belly dancing...

However. Having said that, my feet might not cope with that. I consulted Dr Google tonight (hehe) and think I may have Tendocalcaneal bursitis... having looked up numerous places on the net I am convinced. And I think the pain in my heels would agree.

My mummy just went home today. Tara and I both miss her already. "Nanna Dom" (Nanna gone)... "Nanna gone?".... Tara then runs off to find her in the house...

We went shopping. Took a ferry down the parramatta river. Had dinner with friends. Nice time. Too short.

OOoh. in other news, I have a breast pump kit for loan now.. :) a massive box of stuff donated to me to help my AP friends :) how cool eh?

Now... back to my pain problem... argh!!!! I think I need drugs.