tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48212810169408645222012-01-28T18:00:49.763+10:30The sporadic musings and occasional rantings of a stay-at-home mum of three who has returned to her creative and sewing roots.Tashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02216773844356794636noreply@blogger.comBlogger4691100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4821281016940864522.post-89705663500606340532012-01-24T12:54:00.003+10:302012-01-24T15:02:45.419+10:30

I have mentioned before that,in spite of being a mum and being craftyand hoping that my kids will enjoy creating things too,I just don't want to be the one to teach them. I am not patient by nature. I am a bit of a perfectionist, a "colour within the lines" sort of girl. Teaching others does not come naturally. I make things complicated. But I like to feel like I give it a go ...every now

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What magical beings do you have at your house? (www.polishpolice.com) At our house it's a fairy.Not a useful fairy.Not an invisible presence who cleans the loo,does the washing and ironingand cooks tomorrow's dinner while we sleep. No, our fairy is a right royal pain in the you-know-where.She is the one who makes a mess, spreading out pieces of a 1000 piece puzzle across the middle of the

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(I know, I know, but it is the obvious pun for this story, isn't it?) (smh.com.au) The news of the week in the world of children's entertainment is thatGreg Page has returned to reclaim his yellow skivvy. While the medical condition that sidelined him is still present,he says that it is manageable and that he should be able tomeet the commitments necessary to return to the super group. Sam Moran

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Interesting in that he got in there all by his little self. The question is-can he extricate himself without strangulation of life or limb?

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So maybe my blog can be a bit risquefor a crafty-mummy type blog,with the occasional use of words such as porn, boobs, testicles and pink bits. Heck knows that I get some interesting "Search Keywords" when I check my stats-such as "my boyfriend wears my clothes"(though how in heck a search for "woman with 2 vaginas" brings up Little Boozleis quite beyond me) But when hubby installs some

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Mr Boozle turns 41 this week. For the first time, I think ever,in our almost 22 years together,I have nothing.Not a little something set aside.Not an idea.Not one thing.Zilch. What do you buy a turning-41 year old veterinarianwho can whip up a mean paella and sushi,has the occasional long stray eyebrow hairand has a passion for bike riding? Mary suggested a knitted willy warmer.At the moment, I

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 With this comes the realisation that we are perhaps not just fighting birds and Staffies for our fruit.It also possibly explains that nocturnal noise in the back roof section of our house for the past 2 weeks.Plus Mr Boozle now has to find a way to seal up those little gaps at the top of the cat run that he left hoping that the cats would never find.Apparently we are having a bit of a surge

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...2012 arrived- and  I actually stayed awake long enough to welcome it. ...my 8 year old son  announced that you had to kiss your girlfriend to make a baby. Um, well, no, you don't actually. I mean, it is nice to, and a big part of the process if you like, but techincally, nope, no amount of kissing by itself is going to get you up the duff.  But, considering what I am going to be dealing

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(dealingwithmyinnercritic.blogspot.com) Today the temperature reached 41.1 degrees Celsiusas a part of Adelaide's official first heat wave for this summer. We have been hibernating inside in the air conditioningbut I have been very jealous of my 4 year old daughterwho has been running around in a pair of knickers and nothing else. Yes, I know that I could do the samebut I'd rather wear the

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(tosh.comedycentral.com) Today is the last day of 2011and I am probably meant to be doing a postthat sums up the year that was for me.Life, the family, the crafting, the ups and downs... But, to top off a year when I have felt like I have been disorganised and forever crossing things off lists,I am disorganised and have a New Year's Eve party "to do" list to deal with.I have "a minute to win it"

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I couldn't work out why Wally seemed to be struggling with his ascent to the window ledgeleading to his cat run.It might have been something to do with the 800 gram chunk of meat that he had in his mouth. (To his credit, he got it down from the kitchen bench,along the corridorand up there with minimal fuss  but juuuuuust didn't quite make it through the window before he got nabbed) I am thinking

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There are two events that we can rely on between going to bed on Christmas Eveand getting up on Christmas Day. The first, of course, is a quiet visit from the big man in the red suit. The second is any or all of our children waking up and bouncing out of their bedsonly to bounce into our bed, usually before it gets light,all in the name of Christmas excitement. You can't quite call this visit

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 I hope that it was a day filled with love, fun and lots of strawberry Santas.

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 ...I actually made a few presents. ...I decided that whomever it was that started the tradition of constructing and decorating gingerbread houses did not celebrate Christmas during a humid summer. ...I discovered that there is egg nogand then there is egg nog. ...I martyred myself as official "egg nog taste testerer" (I was initally a taste tester but now I have consumed 3 of them, taste

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First they used the tree as the hill in their downhill skiing attempts. Then they started to eating it. Now they are starting to eat the presents. I worry each time I send the children to pop a present under the treethat they might not return. Apparently not everyone wearing a Santa hat and hanging out under a Christmas tree is trustworthy.

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I grew up with parents who ran a small business.As the small country town butchers,mum and dad worked long hours,which became unbelievably long hours as Christmas approached. Dad made old fashioned hams in the smoke-house out the back of the shopas well as catering for all other carnivorous requirements for the Christmas dinner table.It made for a huge work load in the lead up till the time that

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There are some very cute ideas out there for Christmas cooking.(staceyssweetshop.blogspot.com) (lovemyfoodsandsugar.blogspot.com) (buddingbaketress.blogspot.com) (annabelkarmel.com) (iethstradi.edu.ms) (bestfriendsforfrosting.com) (bostonherald.com) (Just checking you are still with me) (Not that I'd mind finding Colin Firth in my kitchen on Christmas morning) (Even in a silly jumper) (

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 ...I wondered if I was the only anal mum who sifts through the vacumn cleaner bagin case some tiny piece of Lego is about to be binned(and yes, I did feel vindicated when I found not only Legobut a few other little "treasures" saved from near eternity in landfill) (I would like to point out that when you have had your hand up an animal's bum for a living, nothing that you find in a vacumn

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Who hasn't had the debate with family or friendsover when you would pull the plug?At what point is quality of life so bad that quantity just doesn't matter any more? Most of us might consider it when we couldn't think or move;most of us would probably consider a time when we couldn't communicate or tend to ourselves a deal breaker in the game of life. Some of us would want to dig our heels in

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Our men are bike riders.It doesn't matter if it be road or mountain bike riding.It is their "thing"Their exercise, their sanity time, their "me" time, their pack time.My hubby has his tribe.A few blokes who ride together a couple of times a weekand head off for secret men's business a couple of times a year. We are the bike riders' wives who don't think of ourselves as needing a tribe.But we

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 It started off well enough (read that as dry enough) But almost as soon as the parade started,so did the rain. (and when I say rain, I mean rain. Not a bit of drizzle. Not a light sun shower. No. I mean very. heavy. precipitation.) But the parade went on,with (mostly) smiling and (consistently) wet clowns, acrobats, camels, belly dancers, dogs, band members, Scouts and more. Further along,

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 ...today sucked. Tomorrow is new day.

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(bibi.org) My 6 year old son has a theory that Jesus is Santa. (I am going to leave that one alone for now. I can't exactly disprove it.But I am looking forward to hearing his conjecture about the Easter Bunny and the Tooth Fairy.)

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Flicking through a Christmas catalogue...  ...using words such asnostalgic, enchanting, delicious, charming... ...then you turn the page... I am going for odd.Inappropriate. Tasteless.Definately nauseating. Is it just me that finds this appalling?Would this make you shop with this company or boycott them?You'd think,given that this company was established in 1748,that they'd have worked out

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The house that I visited this weekend is not my grandparents' house of my childhood memories.It is not the house where I remember long afternoons in my nan's kitchen learning to make jam.Not the house where we played in a baby bath of water in the backyard in the summer holidaysbecause there had been a shark sighting at the local beach.Not where we sat for hours watching Saturday morning Loony

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...I realised that last week disappeared,about the same time that I discovered Pinterest... (paisleyprintshoes.com) (I am still resisting FB and Twitter) (...on Pinterest, I realised that Americans like to use pumpkin in every recipe that they can at this time of yearand that people love to use exclamation marks...!!!...!!) ...the jacarandahs are in full bloom-which means Christmas is imminent.

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...there would apparently be far fewer deep and meaningful songs in the world. (en.wikipedia.org) Beyonce's version: "If I were a boy,I think that I’d understandhow it feels to love a girl.I swear I’d be a better man.I’d listen to her'cause I know how it hurtswhen you lose the one you wanted'cause he’s taken you for grantedand everything you had got destroyed!" My 4 year old's version, singing

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Unequivocal proof:  vs

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(thefirstgradeparade.blogspot.com) (memecentre.com) (C'mon. Please. Just take the spirit of the idea and run with it.No pedantic comments about differences in bone structure between races please)

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An English professor wrote the words:‘A woman without her man is nothing’ on the chalkboard and asked his students to punctuate it correctly. All of the males in the class wrote:‘A woman, without her man, is nothing.’ All the females in the class wrote:‘A woman: without her, man is nothing.’ (Probably an urban myth but I like it anyway)

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- and missed it. (johnsadventures.com) I am talking about the bit where I went from being a young womanto one of the older generation. We went on a few tours while on holiday.One day, we headed out with 5 others for an afternoonof walking up a river and a waterfall. We were dutifully divided into 2 groups.Mr Boozle and I and one other couple went with the tour operatorwhile the other 3 went with

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...I have been struggling. Maybe a little bit due to those post-holiday blues.You know, those ones where you are walking along a gorgeous beach in a foreign country one daythen you are home washing the family's clothes and packing school lunches literally the next. But it has been more than that.There have been a couple of sources of anxiety,the start of the new "to do" lists after clearing

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Making a cheesecake this morning,a couple of lemons pulled from the tree were still hanging happily in their numbered splendour. It was a reminder of the need to perhaps manage a faster blog giveaway prize draw this time round. Ingredients: ~some popping corn~ ~a permanent marker~ ~one Spring lawn, unmowed for a month~ ~3 distracted children~ Method- Number the corn with entries.While the

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 In 11 days away,I didn't lose a single thing to  numerous wild geckos, ferocious hermit crabs or aggressive clown fish. I didn't have to constantly close doors, put things away or worry about my food running away. In 1 hour at home,the beasties reminded me of how good those 11 days were. Wonder how many hermit crabs I could get as a trade in for 2 domestic moggies?...

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 The Help...a rollercoaster of emotions... If you haven't read it yet, read it. (If you have read it, did you love it as much as I did?) ((If you have read it and seen the movie,what did you think of Hollywood's version of it? Should I see it or did they bastardise yet another fabulous book?))

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 I have been enjoying hanging out with clown fish in Vanuatu. (Note to self- invest in a good water proof camera before the next water-based holiday so that we can get better photos than we get using a dodgy disposable one...) We are safely back home after a fabulous holiday-more on that later.Last chance to enter my holiday giveaway while I think about how to find some winners)

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(weddinglistco.com.au) I was going to title this post "a Vanuatu giveaway"but I thought that it might be claimed by some(probably those trawling cyberspace for freebies and competitions) that it was misleadingand that I might get hauled into the small bloggy claims tribunal or something.So I didn't. I am going away for a glorious, parent-only 10 daysto a far off land with beaches and lagoons and

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People tend to have a way that they pose to be photographed.,especially celebrities. (www.katy-perry.us) It is often designed to show off their best assets - or attitude.(www.entertainment.msn.co.nz) (www.yousaytoo.com) But it doesn't always work. (nydailynews.com)(though compared to the Hoff's other "signature" pose...) (www.dirtygarnet.com) So I think that I need to work on mine... (Make It

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 It would appear that I was wrong in not crediting these moggies with much intelligence. They are at least smart enough to work out that to balance their daily diet of stolen kitchen sponges and scourers, paper, watermelon and avocado, they need to steal some multi-vitamins too. (And to think that other people go crazy trying to get their cats to swallow tablets)

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...then pass me a Zimmer frame.  "DECO 20" pattern book by Louisa Harding.

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(timeanddate.com) I will own up to being a fan of Daylight Savings.Being Tasmanian (and therefore cold-blooded) born and bred, I am a non-summer girl(and find myself asking how I ended up setting up residence in a city that hits 40 degrees Celsius in summer)but if winter has gone and there is no going back until next year,then the extended light evenings are at least one of the benefits of

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(plus.maths.org) Once upon a time, in a land far away, a beautiful, independent, self-assured princess happened upon a frog as she sat contemplating ecological issues on the shores of an unpolluted pond in a verdant meadow near her castle. The frog hopped into the Princess' lap and said: "Elegant Lady, I was once a handsome Prince, until an evil witch cast a spell upon me. One kiss from you,

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 That is,"one very old- in fact, so old that the pins have rusted- unfinished object". I can't remember this project at all. I might have started this at Uni,which means that it could be over 20 years old... R.I.P (rest in pieces)

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...I reached 20 kilometres of knitting for 2011.Oh.Really?How did that happen? (www.drug-rehab-4u.blogspot.com) ...We watched a documentary about Ice (crystal meth),possibly the most addictive drug available today.So, so, scary and we can only hope that it will never affect our lives. (City Shopper from You Sew, Girl by Nicole Mallalieu) ...Sara received her bag as the winner of my 100

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This week pandas are making me smile. As the Adelaide Zoo gives Wang Wang and Funi their private spacein the hope of some fertile hanky panky taking place behind closed doors, (they have even turned off the internet cam...),I've been coming across photos of baby panda nurseries in China. Warning-  excessive cuteness ahead... (smh.com.au) (mirror.co.uk) (metro.co.uk)(new.offthefence.com)(

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(gracemagazine.wordpress.com) Angela was the name of the eccentric lady in my country town when I was growing up.In a small town like Longford, Tasmania (population well under 5000 at that time),everyone knew Angela. She was middle aged, she lived aloneand she walked everywhere.She lived a few doors down from us. She also had a goat sleeping on the bed in her spare room.She undressed down to bra

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 We have a lot of books in our household.Some of those books are non-fictionand a lot of those non-fiction books are of the cooking/ sewing/ knitting/ other crafting variety. ...and a lot of them have been very disappointing or just plain crap. I just started sewing again this weekafter really not doing much at all in the past 6-12 months.I don't think, caught up in my obsessive knitting phase,

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(kaboodle.com) ...We watched Gran Torino.Think an elderly, racist Dirty Harry Highpantsliving in the multi-cultural 'burbs.Confronting and excellent. ...Another week (day),another sponge meets its demise. ...I made play doh for a daughter and a son in the colours as requested.While I was busy making and colouring and thinking about gender stereotypes,I didn't even noticed the colour of the

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In the excitement of a blog giveaway draw equal only to watching paint dry,the lemon tree gods have spokenand someone has actually (finally) won (something) I will admit to artistic license and re-creating the scene for the sake of heightening the tensionthat only comes from the anticipation of knowing that the paint is finally dry.(Real life circumstances were that Erky actually found and

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(lifehacker.com) My dear daughter, I am hoping that this advice can be taken on board.After all, you are only 4 and if I have it right,according to how it happened with your brother,you don't know everything until you wake up on your 8th birthday. Firstly, try and say that you have a friend who is a boy at kindyrather than that you have a boyfriend.You may miss the subtlety of the difference

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"The most unfair thing about life is the way it ends. I mean, life is tough. It takes up a lot of your time. What do you get at the end of it? A Death! What's that, a bonus? I think the life cycle is all backwards. You should die first, get it out of the way. Then you live in an old age home. You get kicked out when you're too young, you get a gold watch, you go to work. You work forty years

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(qiqsoft.com) This year is my 25 year high school reunion.I have had a friend chipping away at me for months to fly back to Tassie and attend. I have hovered between being quite keen and curious or thinking that I'd rather be dropped into a vat of boiling oil. Part of me can't get past the thought that the night will turn into a clichefrom a movie or telly show. (beat.bodog.eu) All the

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 ...There weren't any roses so I stopped to smell the jasmine.Many times.So many times, in fact, that my boys started whinging at me to get over it and keep walking. ...I decided that I should be up for some kind of Guiness Book of Record for the length of time it is going to take to get a blog giveaway winner.(It seemed like a good idea at the time) ...I watched An Inconvenient Truth.If you

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(ciaraquinn.wordpress.com) Last year the Living Planet Report (from WWF, the Zoological Society of London and the Global Footprint Network)noted that human demands on natural resources has doubled in less than 50 years. (torhooixing.blogspot.com) It projected that, if nothing changes,we will need 2 Earths by the year 2030to provide enough resources to support the population. (

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(ithoughtathink.blogspot.com) What are you afraid of? I mean, really afraid of? I don't mean the "oh, no-giggle-I'm afraid of-giggle-spiders-giggle-get that daddy long legs away from me right now-giggle" type of fear.  (Please note- I am not demeaning anyone's real fear of spiders) I don't mean the"oh, nooooo. I am going to miss my busand then I wont have time to grab a coffee before work" type

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(kbosweeney.wordpress.com) As we get older, we have an increasing awareness of the fragility of our human bodies. Things are starting to stretch or shrivel, degenerate or decompensate, misfire or not work at all. As you reach each birthday milestone, you seem to hit the jackpot for another recommended (and often uncomfortable or embarrassing) annual examination of one of your body

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 Yeah, cute, right? Now picture this: You walk into your vet cliniccarrying...no, lugging your cat carrier cage along beside you. In the consultation room, you smile brightly if not a little nervously at Dr Tas as you heave your heavily overweight moggy up onto the table for his annual checkup. Dr Tas smiles back,proceeding to check over Fluffy and gently insert the words "calorie control"into

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(ultracoolfun.blogspot.com) My husband and I were driving in old Combi van around Western Europe on 2001.We drove into the gorgeous Siena in Italy on that morning in September, ready for another day of carefree sightseeing,free to explore yet another beautiful Tuscan town. As we walked up a narrow cobble-stoned street,a photograph on the cover of the newspaper was accompanied by one word:

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 ...I got Curly Pops mailwhich was meant to be giftedbut is so gorgeous that it "somehow" ended up in my jewellery box. (thetvlookingglass.wordporess.com) ...I thought that if I was now watching Dr Who as a 12 year old,I'd have no bloody idea what was going on.It all seemed a bit less convolutedwhen Tom Baker was chewing on his jelly babies. (Karys top- Katya Frankel) ...my knitting was red ..

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 You get completely and utterly demolished at a card game with your 4 year old without even trying to help her.(Without any prompting, near the end,she tells you which card to use next round so that you will win something) Do you feel: i like taking your bat and ball and going home, demoralisedii proud of heriii inadequateiv like hiding that game and pulling out chess next timev amazed at her

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How hung up are you about your passport photo?What about Driver's license pic? Mr Boozle and I are renewing our passports just in case we might happen to need themin the next few months.(Big yay) I stood behind the red mark on the floor at the post officeand looked at the designated point. Do I smile? Or not? Oh, crap. I don't know.Wait.Is the hair OK?...I think it is... Well, it was before I

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(flickr.com)...is *cough* forcing yourself to listen to an audio tape of David Tennant reading"How to Twist a Dragon's Tail".In his glorious Scottish accent.For a few hours.For the kids' sake.I'm thinking that if John Barrowman ever records "Fun with Dick and Jane", I'll have to take a cold shower...

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...the nerdy, geeky knitter in me got excitedby learning how to make an icord.Way. cool. ...I am wondering how a cat (or cats)managed to fish a small piece of forgotten toasted baguetteout of the bottom of the toaster. ...and I am thinking that Mr Boozle had wisdom earlier in turning the power to the toaster offwhen he saw the toast, purely because he knew what the cats would do. (And

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It seems a long while ago since I posted a giveaway.It seems a fair while ago that I was thinking about how to find a winner. It was a fair while ago.Spring's blossom has arrived and I got distracted. I think that every person who enteredprobably knows me well enough to know that 1 I get easily distractedand that2  I am prone to procrastination. (Seamless Kimono sweater- Jacki Kelly) So, yes,

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 I feel an intervention coming on.

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I haven't posted a recipe for yonksbut this icing is the best. Oh, and if you feel the need to put it on cake,here is the recipe for that too. (It is a seriously easy and fast cake.The longest part is the time it takes to grate the carrot) Carrot cake icing: 90g cream cheese60g butter, softened2+ teaspoons grated lemon rind1 and 1/2 cups sifted icing sugar Mix first 3 together till smooth

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....rainbow shoelaces made me smile.  ...I got distracted by pretty yarn. ...I finished knitting some pretty yarn. (Cassis cardigan- Thea Colman) ...and wore my new cardi with my newly "naturally darkest brown" hair. ...for the first time ever, an Australian Prime Minister took the time to meet and listen to advocates for same-sex marriage. Let's hope this is the start of political reform when

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(retrolife.typepad.com) If you were asked where our young children are learning unrealistic and negative body image ideas,what would you say? I would immediately jump to the overwhelming and (mostly negative) impact of the media. Then I would consider influence from school, classmates with older siblings or perhaps with parentsshowing their kids different values to what I am trying to teach

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While the Spring-iest of non-Spring dayoffers forth the newest of blossoms and weeniest of baby caterpillars and freshly structurally-approved bird's nests, I am contemplating the best way...no, wait... make that the funnest  (that isn't even a word, is it?) or possibly slowest or even the most likely to go horribly wrong  way to draw my giveaway. It's not too late to enter and, at

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...I think that the Scouts really need to skip the "Buddy"  and "Sharing and Caring" badgesand go straight to the "I can sew my own badges on my Scout shirt" one. (guardian.co.uk) ...We said goodbye to Bob and Thomas(the builder and the train respectively)Too babyish for the older boysand not compatible with princesses and fairies and all things pinksays the girl of the family. I am sorry but

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I like my blog to generally be a place of light-hearted fun,maybe some inspiration of the crafting varietyand perhaps something here and there to make you think. But I woke up this morning to another child's death from a dog attack. This morning, as a mother to a 4 year old daughter,not as a vet, not as an educated person having a rational thought process,I said "I wish someone would ban those

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That lady in the supermarket this morning, to be precise. (centrumkukow.com) I looked up from selecting my gourmet tomatoesto see a lady smiling brightly at other customers in the supermarket.My heart immediately lifted,as it tends to do in the face of a smile. I had the thought that I often do.That this world would be so much nicerif people could make eye contact, smile and say g'day to

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(guardian.co.uk) Followers, that is. Now how did that happen? Gradually, over the past couple of yearsI have attracted 100 people who apparently want to read what I say or read about what I am doing. Go figure. I will admit that #100 was a ring-in.Mr Boozle has steered clear of my blogas I have apparently made him feel unwelcomebut his resolve has waned.Mainly because he knows that he gets

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(itsbitingme.tumblr.com) Vegemite single-handedly raised us and, until now, our children to be tough,able to tolerate a slathering of black, tarry, salty yeast extracton their morning toast. (flickr.com) Vegemite Cheesymite is making our kids wooses,no longer able to tolerate that great Australian delicacy, now an affront to their delicate taste buds. Fair dinkum.Where will it end? Next thing

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...I put down my knitting and turned on my sewing machine with a serious game plan (or two)for the first time in yonks. Style Arc Twiggy dress (...I decided that a smile might work better in a photobut ugh, it was glary and husband-photographer was trying to be husband-talk on the phone-I can't multitask-photographer and it all just got too hard) ...we had to decide if it was appropriate to

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There are two types of people in this world. (pigpentoparadise.blogpost.com)You are either a person whose fridge is a shrine  to the cover of Home Beautifulor a person whose fridge is a shrine to your home. Which one are you?

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(adnews.com.au) A letter to the entertainment guide of our local newspaperwas a letter of complaint regarding the Libra feminine hygeine pads advertisment. The one where someone's boyfriend is acting out with pads as props. You know the one, don't you? (designculturelab.org) Mrs Adams is annoyed as she considers this ad degrading to women. I have assumed by the formality of her signature that

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Question 19: What is your religion? I know that people just wont be able to help themselves. (webtales.us) So the real question is, just how many Jedi Knights reside in Australia this year?

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I am a bit of a materialistic person.I like having things.Not pretty things that sit around just looking nice.But I like cool functional things, nifty crafty stuff, gorgeous fabrics and yarn. I do appreciate that I am lucky that I can afford to have a lot of these thingsbut it is good to get a kick up the buttto remind me that, not only am I blessed to live in this country,there are things that I

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Dear people-who-make-animal-documentaries-with-cutting-edge-photography, You don't know me but I am a woose.  A sooky-la-la. I am the person you find rescuing water-logged snails and worms after the rain and taking them to the safety of higher, dry land. I am that person apologising to each and every ant that she has to spraywhen her kitchen gets an infestation of (innocent, hard-working and

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If you had a choice, would you prefer to: (a) have skewers inserted under your fingernails (b) listen to nails scratching down a chalkboard (c) listen to Black Lace's "Agadoo" over and over for hours on end (d) finish edges with bias binding Tough call.I really don't think that I can chose between a, b and c.  (Melly and Me- My Foliowtih adjustment made to left inner pocket)

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Enjoy it while your kids are young enough to think that the "S" word is stupid,the "C" word is crapand they don't even know that there is an "F" word...

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...my library cleared out its biography section... ...the baby of the family started kindy,without a tear nor a backward glance.Mummy managed the "no tears" bitbut she will be looking back a lot, remembering those little babes that have grown way too quickly. ...I wondered, as I pulled out a few more grey hairs,if I would have to stop soon or be increasingly bald instead of increasingly grey. (

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In what I promise will be my last holiday post. Truly. Part of the reason for freezing our little tooshies off on this holidaywas that there was one requirement: show our kids snow. In my procrastination, I did too little homework before leaving for our holiday and merrily booked into Cradle Mountainthinking there would be snow. And there was. But more by accident-of-Mother-Naturethan by

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(smh.com.au) Toddler beauty pageants come to Australia. You too can pop your little baby girl into a beauty pageant once she turns 6 months of age. (theaustralian.com.au) It is so, so wrong. Don't get me started.

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 The days are getting longer and hint at warmer times approaching.The sunny days are more frequent as the last of the winter leaves are pushed aside by the green of Spring.In our backyard, there is evidence of new life on its way. It is making me smile today.

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This morning we discovered that one of the small bushes in our backyardhas become home to an oh-so-small-and-delicate bird's nest. That is right up there excitement-wise with our resident tart...er, spiderand the occasional blue tongue who visits(albeit it at his or own own risk given our resident Staffy) (As a side note, our spider disappeared one night just before we left on holiday.I think

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Some of you, if Australian or living in Australia, would know or would guess,that my nickname Tas is due to my Tasmanian origins. I was born in a small town in northern Tasmania and grew up with no inkling of the ridicule and scorn that the Apple Isle attracted from the rest of the country. Perhaps the first time I recognised that my little state was a little maligned was when we got left

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1. No matter how cute, how beautiful or how interesting,stick to your guns when explaining that the cute/beautiful/interesting not smelly now thingfound by the 6 year old is best left on the beach rather than cosseted in a plastic bag in a suitcase. 2. I can't sleep in a night-time ferry crossing the Bass Strait in mild/moderate swells. 3. I also can't sleep in a night-time ferry crossing the

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...a holidayed-out family, weary but happyand secure in the knowledge that a fast-food-chain meal boxcan be put to good use by a 4 year old during an 8 hour car ride. (Our kids consider the Golden Arches a novelty associated with long car trips. Probably why they want to get maximum value for that meal deal)

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I think I can. I think I can. Nah. Apparently I can't.   And apparently I need to clean the bathroom mirror. Chalice Cowl- Julia Trice- on rav here I made this too big and now I am not sure how to wear it. I will keep experimenting because I love the yarn.

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That's what I believe.As long as you aren't hurting anyone else. And wouldn't the world be super boring if we were all the same? This morning over my breakfast cereal,I came across an article in the newspaper aboutthe increase in body modification surgeries. I have had various (visible) earrings (as in ear- rings; not anywhere else) and I do have my yuppie tattoo on my shoulder blade.I really,

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Today I am simply posting some images to make you smile. I figure that I probably have a pretty variable group of blog readers so I am hoping that if I post a few different snaps,you might find something that you like. (dextersmommy.tumblr.com) *Mandatory cute animal photo* (felasy.com) *Mandatory pretty fashion photo* (ticklebear4you.com)*Mandatory gratuitous semi-naked man photo* (

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(Flamingo is another one of those words that looks really wrong if you write it enough.) (merit.manufacturer.com) I grew up visiting my grandfolks who had one of those fabulous cement flamingo garden statuesin their front garden, nestled amongst the cement garden gnomes, rose bushes and prickly pears.(This was Tasmania in the 1970s. Prickly pears were in gardens,at least in Tasmania, back then.)

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(weheartit.com) There is so much worry and crap and horrible stuff happening in our world these days. Let's brighten up a bit and lighten up a bit. I am going to start a weekly post, My happy space. (I was tossing around "My Happy Place"... but that conjures up images of pyjama weekends, lots of wine and old movies and that might get a bit tedious...for you guys, anyway) No doom and gloom. No

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I follow instructions. Recipes, sewing patterns, knitting instructions; heck, even for Ikea cupboards...I work better given formulas and specific amounts."Winging it" or "making it up as I go along" in not really in my nature. I am not sure if this is because I studied the science subjects at school or why I studied science at school.But I suspect the need for structure came with my personality

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I had a Shirley Valentine moment at the weekend. (bizrate.com) (For those of you who don't know or remember this 1989 movie,Pauline Collins plays a British housewife(who is my current age)who runs away from her depressing, tedious domestic life to Greeceand, to cut a long story short, "finds herself") The day started with a fight with Mr Boozle( I don't handle fights well.We don't do it very

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Hoarders are those people who just can't bear to throw out useless and unnecessary bits and pieces. It's just that a bent and dented Finnish airport signthat I brought home 25 years agomight one day come in handy. Truly.

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We didn't find out the gender of any of our babies in advance. I am essentially an old fashioned girl at heart and the modern world has so few real suprises left that Mr Boozle and I didn't want to know.  When our first born was a boy, I was kind of shocked. I had always visualised myself as a mother of girls. I spent 2 years of early high school at a very small, all-girls school and I

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Her...(123people.com) (celebritybeautybuzz.com) (smh.com.au) Me...    Of course, one of us has been airbrushed...  Romantika cardigan- Elena Nodel

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