The cat, a crazy burmese cross, brought home another gift tonight. Mouse. Perhaps a native one. No blood. No holes. Just very proud.

Woke up sleep deprived husband to evict both cat and present.

Mouse jumped into held bucket to escape the crazy cat.

Perhaps mouse knew the person holding the bucket was a Buddhist?

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Being iron deficient means that you sleep better at night than you otherwise would at 36 weeks pregnant.

Also means that at 3pm you loose the ability to do anything except get horizontal and fall asleep.

Iron jabs make you feel great.

Place the vial in your bra while waiting for doctor. Warm iron jabs don’t hurt.

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Thinly sliced capsicum, white onion, roma tomato, zucchini, prosciutto and Italian herbs make an excellent pizza.

Precook your pizza dough before putting ingredients on and everything stays fresh and not overcooked.

It was meant to last for lunch tomorrow.

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It is official. I am waddling. Nothing against ducks but there is something about not being able to walk properly, upright and without feeling like you are carrying several basket balls between your legs when you are 36 weeks pregnant.

It’s bad enough that you only have one sleeping position left, you get heartburn by looking at yourself (no need for food) and I discovered today getting in the car is only half the problem, I only have 1cm left before I CAN’T FIT behind the steering wheel.

Now it sounds like I’m complaining. I’m not. I love being pregnant. I wanted this. BAD. I am looking forward to meeting offspring #3. This is just downloading, or deleting useless cookies (love ya Helene).

All of the above made me feel like it was my duty to sit down in the afternoon and eat a carrot and walnut cupcake with cream cheese icing. I would have taken a photo however that would have involved getting off my arse.

However, I did use the recipe from the amazing gals at the Crabapple Cupcake Bakery. The recipe is in their fantastic cookbook which would have to be one the easiest recipe books to follow. And the cupcakes really do like the pictures!

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How to get five year old vomit out of car apolostery.

Solution…buy a new car.

or try this.

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Did that send chills down your spine? You know, the thought of ‘loosing your hairdresser?’ Kinda sounds like they went missing under your bed with all the dustbunnies and old newspapers.

I recently lost mine. To a baby. A very common ocurance. Not too sure what a newborn wants with her. I’m certain they don’t need a haircut for a long while.

Which got me thinking about what the hell do I do now? And seeing as my mind works in point form (truly) this is what I have come up with (with professional help).

• Stay at the same salon. They know your face (and hair), they should have your colour details written down on the back of a napkin somewhere. Better the devil you know sometimes.

• Ask a friend who does their hair. There is a clause in this one though where you are unable to hold your friend liable if it doesn’t work out. Don’t be amazed if they wont tell you either. Whether out of ’she’s mine bitch’ or them worrying their ‘dresser is not your type they do have the right to say ‘NO’

• Stop someone in the street. Really. If you see someone with gorgeous hair, the cut/colour that you want or similar hair (particularly if you are curly) then stop them, tell them they have ‘totally gorgeous hair’ and ask them who their magician is. They will be so stunned with the compliment they will blurt it out before they realise. Have pen and paper ready.

• Go somewhere completely new. Scary. However sometimes you have no choice. Work out your price point first. How much is your minimum haircut price and what is the maximum. Then find a salon that falls into that.

• Do you want the same person to do your cut and colour? Or do you like the separate stylist/colourist thing?

• Go in personally to book the appointment. Try and meet the person you are booked in with. If only to make sure they smile nicely at you.

• Too chicken to do it all on the first date? Then book in for a blowdry. Or just one of your services.

I have my appointment with my new girl in an hour. Wondering if I can take valium.

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Ok, perhaps I owe an explanation. (Maybe two seeing the photo I have used for this post).
Last October when we came back from Bali I was SO enthused about my blog, and my jewellery. It was great to have such motivation.

And then it happened. I found out I was pregnant after trying really hard for what seemed an eternity! Yay!

Walk in morning sickness (coined by someone who has never experienced it).

Stroll out any thoughts of blogging or creativeness!

By the time I was over feeling like an alien entity had taken over my body I was in full preggie mode. Eat, sleep, put feet up, scrub bathroom tiles.

Then the kids changed school.

Then we moved house (at six months pregnant all I can say is that I LOVE my husband).

So now I am 31 weeks pregnant! It’s the final countdown. I am looking forward to washing baby blankets and buying a new bassinet. All those great nesting things (scrubbing bathroom floor tiles is not one).

And the photo? I recently went to a 40th Disco Bling party. The rest of me is definitely not disco, more frumpy third trimester. I liked my hair like this for another day or so though, then I washed it.

There’s something to be said for realising at 3pm that you haven’t really finished one of the things that you started today.

I was full of good intentions and hopes this morning. I was going to clean to house. I was going to do all the washing. Vacuming and mopping the house was also achievable. A trip to the supermarket was going to be a breeze (I forgot the list!).

I figured that I could arrange the files of bills alphabetically. Perhaps even a trip to OfficeWorks to buy more files and dividers.

It was all within my reach.

I could also bake a carrot cake! After Miss Four showed me a picture of one in a kids book, I could smell it! I need a new recipe for it, thats ok, I can Google it while helping Master Seven hunt through ABC Kids online.

I still need to finish making the bed. The xmas tree is half down. I’m sure I can get the shopping put away and the clean clothes folded while hanging out the wet ones. It’s only 3.05. I’ve only spent 5 minutes here. Although I do need to find a photo for the post. Perhaps I can get the ones of the camera and photoshop them while I start of the cake.

I might have to start thinking about dinner while I’m putting the citrus fertiliser under the five citrus trees we have. I could also bring in the dry washing while I’m watering it in.

I’m not the kid of person to get sidetracked. This is not a normal day. Really.

Photo taken of frog pond, Puri Ayu, Villa Diamond

Welcome to Puri Ayu. This is where we spent our first week in Bali and it is only fair to review this Boutique Accomodation after the amazing week we had there.

You know it’s going to be good within the first 30 seconds of arriving at a place.

Continue reading…

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Photo taken Lotus Pond, Pura Saraswati, Ubub, Nov 2007

Ahh…

After 15 days, 2 planes, 1 house, 1 royal bungalow, 2 Legong dances, 1 Barong dance, 1 Princess, 2 Princes, 2 motorbikes, 3 pools, 25 taxis, 2 cars with driver, 1 elephant called Mellanie, numerous Monkeys, the largest Iguana poo you could ever step in, 10 Nasi Campurs, 40 cocktails (mostly Margaritas), 9 Gado Gados, people cooking and cleaning for us every day we have had the best holiday in Bali!

Stay tuned for Day 1 in Sanur…

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So today I thought I would see exactly how long I could hold out against Miss 4 year old. It’s something I do almost every day, but as parents we tend to do this without actually timing it.

The scene was lunch. The issue started off as more bread. It was rationally explained that two large slices of bread was enough. I decided to start timing here.

Miss 4, “I want MORE bread”

Read on…

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Do you know the difference between pearls? Not that I expect anyone to be buying a row of pearls for their neck (or someone else’s), but you will find individual pearls used in jewelry on Etsy, especially the vintage pieces.

Rub a pearl on your teeth…

Read on…