Its taken 4 years since we first trotted Samuel off to a speech therapist but it seems that we might finally be getting some answers. Samuel has always had motor and verbal dyspraxia but it seems we now have a reason why we werent making any progress with his language skills - he also has attention deficit disorder (ADD). We today received the results of his educational assessment (an IQ test for all accounts and purposes) from the paediatrician. His non-language portion of the test was very normal (his score was 100 which is the average for all the results). His reasoning came in at 94 so just a touch under the average. However his scores for language and attention came in at 54 and 62 respectively, a massive difference and clinically and medically significant says his paediatrician. These results when put all together give him an IQ of 97 but due to the huge discrepancy in the results the paediatrician has declared this to be null and void, the underlying issues make the result invalid.
So where to from here. Firstly we are cancelling his speech therapy for just a little while. Because his attention is under developed there is no point in sending him along as he is not getting the full benefit. Secondly, he has been prescribed Ritalin. The name alone sends shivers down my spine and the moment the doctor said ADD I knew that this was going to be prescribed. There is so much rumour and heresay surrounding this drug I dont really know what to think of it. I've found a few books that I'm going to get and read up about it. I'm scared though that he wont be himself anymore, that he'll become withdrawn. I guess we can only wait and see.
Friday, December 05, 2008
Tuesday, December 02, 2008
Memories
The inspiration for this post actually started in the twilight hours of this morning, that time when night is slipping into day and dreams become chaotic as they all vie together in an effort to be dreamt before dawn. This is when I dreamed about Roger McMann.
Who is Roger McMann you ask? To be honest I havent the foggiest, a random collection of thoughts mish-mashed together. But he had dreadlocks, and because he was the inspiration of these memories he deserves a mention too.
Now Roger and his dreadlocks got me wondering about other dreadlocked folk that I know and thus my thoughts turned to Brett and Jason, my cousins. Long, lanky, curly haired folk, I thought, they are most certainly not typical Hudsons. And thinking about the children of the Hudsons, really the only one that would be thought of as a "typical Hudson" as far as appearance goes would be Dale. Now having established this line of reasoning my thoughts started to wander in a different direction.
I started thinking about Nanny. What was life like for her when she was younger? I know that she and Poppy Tom (who passed away before I was born) travelled a lot but I dont know what they did or where they went. All those memories lost and all I have to show for their travels are a moonstone necklace and an amethyst bracelet. Now this got me thinking about my own memories and that of course brought me back to Nanny's house.
It was only a small house but being from a generation that felt children should be seen and not heard it was definitely not a child friendly house. It was almost like a mini museum. Starting at the front, I remember a huge tree which we called the banana tree (although it wasnt). It has incredibly smooth grey bark, big glossy green leaves and red flower spikes. And I remember once seeing the most amazingly camouflaged spider in the tree, it matched the grey of the tree precisely and looked like nothing more than a piece of the bark. Also in the front of the house was a loquat tree and we used to gorge on the fruit. I still have a special fondness for loquat.
Walking through the front door, you first entered a small room, the museum part of the house. On the far wall Nanny had a day bed and the two side walls had beautiful cabinet with all sorts of "treasures". The shells were always a favourite with us kids. Dad still has many of them to this day and now they fascinate my children.
From this small receiving room, you went through into in living room. Personally the most memorable thing about this room would have to be the long luscious feathers which once adorned a peacock but now lived in a huge vase. They were amazing and certainly added to the exotic, museum feel about the place.
From the living room you could choose from three doors, Nanny's room, the spare room and the kitchen. As I said before, Nanny and Poppy Tom did a lot of travelling and Nanny's room had all sorts of beautiful things that they had collected in their travels. I remember it being purple (front her quilt cover) and dark even with the light on. To me the most beautiful of all the pieces here was the camphor wood box. The smell of it was incredible, it was like breathing in a lung full of another place. Even now the camphor wood box still has its beautiful smell, and who knows many one day I'll be able to breath in exotic lands again.
The spare room wasnt particularly exciting, I dont think spare rooms ever are but it has to be said that whenever you moved through the hall the sliding mirror in the spare room cupboard would rattle. I can recall that rattle with absolute clarity.
I dont have any long lasting memories of the kitchen although I could probably fairly accurately draw where everything was - table, fridge, sink etc. From the kitchen you would enter the "wet area". This was the laundry with bathroom and toilet off to the side. I remember the laundry being pretty dingy but thats about the extent of that memory. I do remember the bathroom though. When we would have sleep overs obviously we would have a bath and sometimes if we were very lucky we would be able to have one of Nanny's pearly bath oils in the bath. They were so very, very special and it was such a treat to be able to have one.
The bathroom and toilet were on the left of the laundry, to the right was a door to the backyard. You walked down the steps and there was a massive lilac tree next to the house. Sometimes the path would be covered in those squishy, yellow berries that it would drop. And who could forget the "rock garden". A massive mound of rocks, some smooth and some rough, some big and some small. The were a great source of entertainment despite the fact that we really werent suppose to touch them. Right down the very back of the yard was the incinerator. We were allowed to go down there and I didnt like going down there anyway, it was dark and damp and creepy.
Lastly, down the side of the house grew Black-eyed Susan and a purple tubular flower. I remember Nanny's next door neighbour trying to convince me that the fairies in Nanny's garden would come along and turn the Black-eyed Susan into the purple flower. I never did really believe her... but it did always make me wonder.
Who is Roger McMann you ask? To be honest I havent the foggiest, a random collection of thoughts mish-mashed together. But he had dreadlocks, and because he was the inspiration of these memories he deserves a mention too.
Now Roger and his dreadlocks got me wondering about other dreadlocked folk that I know and thus my thoughts turned to Brett and Jason, my cousins. Long, lanky, curly haired folk, I thought, they are most certainly not typical Hudsons. And thinking about the children of the Hudsons, really the only one that would be thought of as a "typical Hudson" as far as appearance goes would be Dale. Now having established this line of reasoning my thoughts started to wander in a different direction.
I started thinking about Nanny. What was life like for her when she was younger? I know that she and Poppy Tom (who passed away before I was born) travelled a lot but I dont know what they did or where they went. All those memories lost and all I have to show for their travels are a moonstone necklace and an amethyst bracelet. Now this got me thinking about my own memories and that of course brought me back to Nanny's house.
It was only a small house but being from a generation that felt children should be seen and not heard it was definitely not a child friendly house. It was almost like a mini museum. Starting at the front, I remember a huge tree which we called the banana tree (although it wasnt). It has incredibly smooth grey bark, big glossy green leaves and red flower spikes. And I remember once seeing the most amazingly camouflaged spider in the tree, it matched the grey of the tree precisely and looked like nothing more than a piece of the bark. Also in the front of the house was a loquat tree and we used to gorge on the fruit. I still have a special fondness for loquat.
Walking through the front door, you first entered a small room, the museum part of the house. On the far wall Nanny had a day bed and the two side walls had beautiful cabinet with all sorts of "treasures". The shells were always a favourite with us kids. Dad still has many of them to this day and now they fascinate my children.
From this small receiving room, you went through into in living room. Personally the most memorable thing about this room would have to be the long luscious feathers which once adorned a peacock but now lived in a huge vase. They were amazing and certainly added to the exotic, museum feel about the place.
From the living room you could choose from three doors, Nanny's room, the spare room and the kitchen. As I said before, Nanny and Poppy Tom did a lot of travelling and Nanny's room had all sorts of beautiful things that they had collected in their travels. I remember it being purple (front her quilt cover) and dark even with the light on. To me the most beautiful of all the pieces here was the camphor wood box. The smell of it was incredible, it was like breathing in a lung full of another place. Even now the camphor wood box still has its beautiful smell, and who knows many one day I'll be able to breath in exotic lands again.
The spare room wasnt particularly exciting, I dont think spare rooms ever are but it has to be said that whenever you moved through the hall the sliding mirror in the spare room cupboard would rattle. I can recall that rattle with absolute clarity.
I dont have any long lasting memories of the kitchen although I could probably fairly accurately draw where everything was - table, fridge, sink etc. From the kitchen you would enter the "wet area". This was the laundry with bathroom and toilet off to the side. I remember the laundry being pretty dingy but thats about the extent of that memory. I do remember the bathroom though. When we would have sleep overs obviously we would have a bath and sometimes if we were very lucky we would be able to have one of Nanny's pearly bath oils in the bath. They were so very, very special and it was such a treat to be able to have one.
The bathroom and toilet were on the left of the laundry, to the right was a door to the backyard. You walked down the steps and there was a massive lilac tree next to the house. Sometimes the path would be covered in those squishy, yellow berries that it would drop. And who could forget the "rock garden". A massive mound of rocks, some smooth and some rough, some big and some small. The were a great source of entertainment despite the fact that we really werent suppose to touch them. Right down the very back of the yard was the incinerator. We were allowed to go down there and I didnt like going down there anyway, it was dark and damp and creepy.
Lastly, down the side of the house grew Black-eyed Susan and a purple tubular flower. I remember Nanny's next door neighbour trying to convince me that the fairies in Nanny's garden would come along and turn the Black-eyed Susan into the purple flower. I never did really believe her... but it did always make me wonder.
Saturday, October 27, 2007
Fucking Pregnow (this post will contain huge amounts of swearing...)
Woke up Friday morning to that familiar slight staining and cramping which tells me that its now time to start looking for far more reliable means of contraceptive.
So just for fun and knowing that I would never get to use them again in real life I did a preg test that I had found in a packing box from when I found out about Madam. Needless to say I was a tinsy bit alarmed when I saw a line. Holy shit, this isnt a period this is implantation bleeding. Tinsy bit alarm rapidly excalated to full blown, mind numbing, paralysing sheer panic. Fuck, fuck, fuck - four kids, I didnt even really, really want 3 kids, but 4, no, no, no, NO!!!!!
Hang on, lets look at this logically, FF has never failed me before. OK if I ovulated around the time we last did the deed then I'd be 11dpo - line should be darker. Shit, fuck, shit, crap another miscarriage. But hang on, twice we have conceived with a 4 day cut off, maybe I'm only 8 or 9 dpo line is faint enough for that. But then why the bleeding.
Shit, shit, shit, fuck, shit!!!!!!! Why do these things always happen when the Biggest Feral is away, why, why me *insert pitiful wailing which goes on for a bit, quite uninteresting and awfully repetitive*.
OK, calm down, act rational deep breath. Sleep on it check things out in the morning. At this juncture I would just like to note that the spotting I'd been getting was not getting any worse so immediate assumption implantation bleeding.
4am, fed Madam and given that I could sleep I decided to try another test. Still ambiguous but bleeding definitely not getting any stronger. Pregnancy is looking particularly likely. Oh shit this is making me feel ill. Oh shit, its definite then, I have morning sickness already. Shit, shit, shit. How could we let this happen, how could we be so god damn stupid. We'll need a new car, kids will have to share rooms, damn cramps, I feel like shit. God these cramps are awful, did I have cramping like this with the other, shit I cant remember. My mind has gone blank, oh crap, pregnancy brain is setting in.
Throughout today, its become obvious that "AF" is back and even I can see that "the lines" are evap lines. But dear god, talk about scary the living shit out of me. Never was pregnant, never will be again. No more miscarriages, no more pregnancy, and never, ever, ever again, never will I POAS. And never, ever, ever will I ever, ever again trust a fucking PREGNOW!!!! Lesson learnt. Bring on 5 Nov when Mirena gets inserted.
And just for interests sakes here are the offending tests... did I have a reason to drop my bundle or am I just going senile, you be the judge.
So just for fun and knowing that I would never get to use them again in real life I did a preg test that I had found in a packing box from when I found out about Madam. Needless to say I was a tinsy bit alarmed when I saw a line. Holy shit, this isnt a period this is implantation bleeding. Tinsy bit alarm rapidly excalated to full blown, mind numbing, paralysing sheer panic. Fuck, fuck, fuck - four kids, I didnt even really, really want 3 kids, but 4, no, no, no, NO!!!!!
Hang on, lets look at this logically, FF has never failed me before. OK if I ovulated around the time we last did the deed then I'd be 11dpo - line should be darker. Shit, fuck, shit, crap another miscarriage. But hang on, twice we have conceived with a 4 day cut off, maybe I'm only 8 or 9 dpo line is faint enough for that. But then why the bleeding.
Shit, shit, shit, fuck, shit!!!!!!! Why do these things always happen when the Biggest Feral is away, why, why me *insert pitiful wailing which goes on for a bit, quite uninteresting and awfully repetitive*.
OK, calm down, act rational deep breath. Sleep on it check things out in the morning. At this juncture I would just like to note that the spotting I'd been getting was not getting any worse so immediate assumption implantation bleeding.
4am, fed Madam and given that I could sleep I decided to try another test. Still ambiguous but bleeding definitely not getting any stronger. Pregnancy is looking particularly likely. Oh shit this is making me feel ill. Oh shit, its definite then, I have morning sickness already. Shit, shit, shit. How could we let this happen, how could we be so god damn stupid. We'll need a new car, kids will have to share rooms, damn cramps, I feel like shit. God these cramps are awful, did I have cramping like this with the other, shit I cant remember. My mind has gone blank, oh crap, pregnancy brain is setting in.
Throughout today, its become obvious that "AF" is back and even I can see that "the lines" are evap lines. But dear god, talk about scary the living shit out of me. Never was pregnant, never will be again. No more miscarriages, no more pregnancy, and never, ever, ever again, never will I POAS. And never, ever, ever will I ever, ever again trust a fucking PREGNOW!!!! Lesson learnt. Bring on 5 Nov when Mirena gets inserted.
And just for interests sakes here are the offending tests... did I have a reason to drop my bundle or am I just going senile, you be the judge.
Thursday, October 18, 2007
So proud of my Little Feral
The little Feral has certainly come a long way in the past year but most especially in the last few months. So you can imagine how heartwarming it is to get things like this from him.
He's had a go at writing his name and the person is definitely a discernable person as opposed to just having a scribble. It amazing how much he has learnt and how confident he has become this year. I put it down to having an awesome kindy teacher, I just want to kidnap her and make her teach Feral for the rest of his schooling life she's just that wonderful!!!
Today he had OT with BW (who for the rest of this blog shall be known as BWOT). She's very happy with his progress. Still wants to focus on his auditory memory but his visual memory is superb (he beats the Big Feral and I at memory on a regular basis). He is confident to attempt tasks now which was something he was lacking at one stage.
So all in all I'm thrill with his progress. Hopefully next year with good guidence and support from school he will continue to blossom.
He's had a go at writing his name and the person is definitely a discernable person as opposed to just having a scribble. It amazing how much he has learnt and how confident he has become this year. I put it down to having an awesome kindy teacher, I just want to kidnap her and make her teach Feral for the rest of his schooling life she's just that wonderful!!!Today he had OT with BW (who for the rest of this blog shall be known as BWOT). She's very happy with his progress. Still wants to focus on his auditory memory but his visual memory is superb (he beats the Big Feral and I at memory on a regular basis). He is confident to attempt tasks now which was something he was lacking at one stage.
So all in all I'm thrill with his progress. Hopefully next year with good guidence and support from school he will continue to blossom.
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
The Tenth Cirle of Hell???
Dante bought to the world the Nine Circles of Hell. However Dante, being male and living in the 14th century was unable to comment on the Tenth Circle of Hell - Motherhood involving 3 Children and a Photographer. If I thought the other week was bad, well was I in for a shock today.
Firstly, like many of the levels in Dantes Epic, this has a number of sub-layers. The first sub-layer involves getting out of the house on time, a relatively simple task for most but one which still seems to escape me. The hellish part is the fact that I hate, hate, hate being late for things, it makes me feel terrible and guilty. The thing is I was really quite organised this morning and I still left 15 minutes later than I wanted too.
The next ditch in this layer involves traffic. Why is it when you are already running late, everyone else is too? Or does it just seem that way because you are running late? Thats a question for Dante to ponder on while we move onto the next place which is of course...
The dreaded looking for a parking spot. Last time I got through this particular minefield pretty easily. It was so not to be this time round. It makes me wonder why businesses like this choose trendy, inner city places which are impossible to park in. It doesnt make the experience any nicer for the client and if that client happens to be me it simply adds to my frustration and general pissed off attitude.
Now those ditches are pretty tame in comparison to the next lot. The next 3 layers are for the ultimate evil doers.
The first is the actual photo shoot itself. At this point relatively normal, generally ok-ish kids will turn into horrible little devils whose heads spin whilst uttering every sort of profanity known to Motherhood (ie the word NO). Smiles will be non-existant, tempers will be thrown, generalise chaos will reign supreme. You get the idea.
The next level, even more sinister is "the viewing". See above for general outline of behaviour, just a different room with less toys LOL.
And finally the ultimate pit, the darkest well of dispair - THE BILL!!!!!!!
Of course assuming that you manage to negotiate your way through this, you are blessed with beautiful children with perfect manners who calmly and nicely say goodbye to the photographer and all is once again well with the world. WTF!!!!! Why do they put on the nice act once its time to go, why, why, why does that always happen?
Of course in conclusion it could probably be noted that Dante called his epic The Divine Comedy... isnt that what motherhood is all about. Maybe I should give Dante more credit.
Firstly, like many of the levels in Dantes Epic, this has a number of sub-layers. The first sub-layer involves getting out of the house on time, a relatively simple task for most but one which still seems to escape me. The hellish part is the fact that I hate, hate, hate being late for things, it makes me feel terrible and guilty. The thing is I was really quite organised this morning and I still left 15 minutes later than I wanted too.
The next ditch in this layer involves traffic. Why is it when you are already running late, everyone else is too? Or does it just seem that way because you are running late? Thats a question for Dante to ponder on while we move onto the next place which is of course...
The dreaded looking for a parking spot. Last time I got through this particular minefield pretty easily. It was so not to be this time round. It makes me wonder why businesses like this choose trendy, inner city places which are impossible to park in. It doesnt make the experience any nicer for the client and if that client happens to be me it simply adds to my frustration and general pissed off attitude.
Now those ditches are pretty tame in comparison to the next lot. The next 3 layers are for the ultimate evil doers.
The first is the actual photo shoot itself. At this point relatively normal, generally ok-ish kids will turn into horrible little devils whose heads spin whilst uttering every sort of profanity known to Motherhood (ie the word NO). Smiles will be non-existant, tempers will be thrown, generalise chaos will reign supreme. You get the idea.
The next level, even more sinister is "the viewing". See above for general outline of behaviour, just a different room with less toys LOL.
And finally the ultimate pit, the darkest well of dispair - THE BILL!!!!!!!
Of course assuming that you manage to negotiate your way through this, you are blessed with beautiful children with perfect manners who calmly and nicely say goodbye to the photographer and all is once again well with the world. WTF!!!!! Why do they put on the nice act once its time to go, why, why, why does that always happen?
Of course in conclusion it could probably be noted that Dante called his epic The Divine Comedy... isnt that what motherhood is all about. Maybe I should give Dante more credit.
Photo session take 2
Hi Clag
We'll be heading off for photos shortly. This is a take 2 due to the fact that the first photo shoot was an absolute debarcle. Picture this (no pun intended)... 1 right little "I'll smile for no one" Madam, 1 little feral putting on his very, very best terrible two performance and 1 big feral doing his well they are so I will too act. All in all not particularly condusive to gorgeous, long lasting memories, more like hair-tearing, tear inducing nightmares.
So we shall see what today brings, I live in eternal optimisim that all will be well.
We'll be heading off for photos shortly. This is a take 2 due to the fact that the first photo shoot was an absolute debarcle. Picture this (no pun intended)... 1 right little "I'll smile for no one" Madam, 1 little feral putting on his very, very best terrible two performance and 1 big feral doing his well they are so I will too act. All in all not particularly condusive to gorgeous, long lasting memories, more like hair-tearing, tear inducing nightmares.
So we shall see what today brings, I live in eternal optimisim that all will be well.
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Scarred for life maybe
Gee I must have been horrifically scarred by the whole "lost house" debarcle, I havent come here to visit in over 18 months. Much has changed since then Clag because while "lost house" was nice OUR NEW HOUSE is a million times better. Yes you read that correctly Clag - OUR NEW HOUSE ie the house we currently reside in, the house which currently sucks us dry (LOL) and the house where our two ferals and darling little madam play and scream and fight and....
...oh didnt you know that either... yes my ultimate dream has come true, I have a darling baby girl and she is absolutely gorgeous. Born end of May 2007, Little Madam is quite delightful.
Well I'm glad we've had this little catchup Clag. And honestly I will definitely try and do better. You know me dont you old matey (yeah only too well I'm sure).
...oh didnt you know that either... yes my ultimate dream has come true, I have a darling baby girl and she is absolutely gorgeous. Born end of May 2007, Little Madam is quite delightful.
Well I'm glad we've had this little catchup Clag. And honestly I will definitely try and do better. You know me dont you old matey (yeah only too well I'm sure).
Wednesday, January 18, 2006
When will he learn to keep his mouth shut
Well I've finally got some house news to share with you Clag. The real estate agent rang last night and you'll never believe it - they accepted our offer. Jaw dropping moment we honestly thought it would never happen. So she said she'd pop around because I had to initial a couple of changes made to the offer. No problem.
When she got here, Chief Feral had a look at the offer and it dawned on him - he gave me the wrong amount to be financed. He gave me the amount after we sell our home not the amount we need before that (we are getting a bridging loan so we are not subject to sale). So of course that needed to be changed and it needed to go back to the owners for them to check and accept.
Then Chief Feral opened his f-ing mouth and said if we cant get the finance we have cash to make up the difference. THE IDIOT. Why on earth did he say that. These owners have had enough trouble accepting a finance offer and you go and put doubt into the mind of the real estate agent. Well done!!! This is the second time he's opened his mouth and lost us a house.
So we are back to waiting for an answer but I'm totally confident that after this stuff up we have no chance at all. But hey it was a nice feeling to think we had it for 15 minutes. So now I just want to go out and eat half a dozen blocks of chocolate and I cant even do that.
You'll be proud of me though. Even though I've had a pretty off week as far as the diet is concerned I still managed to lose 1.5kg in a week. So thats 5.5 all up so far. If I can lose another 1.5kg this week I'll be 70kg. Isnt that fabulous!!!
Carla
PS - I'll pop in later and let you know how the house goes.
When she got here, Chief Feral had a look at the offer and it dawned on him - he gave me the wrong amount to be financed. He gave me the amount after we sell our home not the amount we need before that (we are getting a bridging loan so we are not subject to sale). So of course that needed to be changed and it needed to go back to the owners for them to check and accept.
Then Chief Feral opened his f-ing mouth and said if we cant get the finance we have cash to make up the difference. THE IDIOT. Why on earth did he say that. These owners have had enough trouble accepting a finance offer and you go and put doubt into the mind of the real estate agent. Well done!!! This is the second time he's opened his mouth and lost us a house.
So we are back to waiting for an answer but I'm totally confident that after this stuff up we have no chance at all. But hey it was a nice feeling to think we had it for 15 minutes. So now I just want to go out and eat half a dozen blocks of chocolate and I cant even do that.
You'll be proud of me though. Even though I've had a pretty off week as far as the diet is concerned I still managed to lose 1.5kg in a week. So thats 5.5 all up so far. If I can lose another 1.5kg this week I'll be 70kg. Isnt that fabulous!!!
Carla
PS - I'll pop in later and let you know how the house goes.
Thursday, January 12, 2006
What have I done????
Hey Claggie old boy,
You'll have to forgive any typos I happen to make because my hands are shaking uncontrollably. I have just signed the offer documents on a house that the Chief Feral hasnt even seen yet!!!! OK I will admit that we have discussed the situation very much in depth over the past two days but holey moley. My stomach is doing loop-the-loops right now.
OK so offer has been drawn up but there are 3 other couples who are tabling offers today. Now tell me honestly Claggie, its fair to say that if 7 people have been through the house and love it enough to place offers the next day then it must good yeah??? Thats my theory anyway.
Now I just have to live through the next 6 or so hours before we find out. Luckily the real estate agent has decided to make this a closed bid situation ie the top offer tonight gets the booty, out of 4 offers the owners arent going to do too badly anyway. Half of me wants this to be the one and half of me wants the offer to be rejected because Chief Feral hasnt seen it. What a truly horrible situation to be in.
So thats the latest goss.
Now onto more important things...
You'd be very pleased to know that I've lost 4kgs so far mate. Not bad hey. Yesterday I had a pretty bad day food wise but I'm back on track again today. Speaking of which I better go and get some lunch.
Seeya later, gator.
Carla
You'll have to forgive any typos I happen to make because my hands are shaking uncontrollably. I have just signed the offer documents on a house that the Chief Feral hasnt even seen yet!!!! OK I will admit that we have discussed the situation very much in depth over the past two days but holey moley. My stomach is doing loop-the-loops right now.
OK so offer has been drawn up but there are 3 other couples who are tabling offers today. Now tell me honestly Claggie, its fair to say that if 7 people have been through the house and love it enough to place offers the next day then it must good yeah??? Thats my theory anyway.
Now I just have to live through the next 6 or so hours before we find out. Luckily the real estate agent has decided to make this a closed bid situation ie the top offer tonight gets the booty, out of 4 offers the owners arent going to do too badly anyway. Half of me wants this to be the one and half of me wants the offer to be rejected because Chief Feral hasnt seen it. What a truly horrible situation to be in.
So thats the latest goss.
Now onto more important things...
You'd be very pleased to know that I've lost 4kgs so far mate. Not bad hey. Yesterday I had a pretty bad day food wise but I'm back on track again today. Speaking of which I better go and get some lunch.
Seeya later, gator.
Carla
Monday, January 09, 2006
Ready to pack it in
Oh Clag I feel like crying. I feel like throwing things across the room with all my strength, I simply feel like packing it all in and calling it a day. Why do the ferals have to be so horrible when I have to do everything on my own. Chief Feral left again this morning and wont be back til Friday night and I've had enough already I'm quite simply at the end of my tether. Baby Feral is screaming in his cot and Little Feral was put to bed.
I just dont understand it. I do so many nice things with Little Feral and he constantly misbehaves or grizzles or whinges. He's such a brat and I wonder what I'm doing wrong constantly. Quite obviously I'm a bad mother, I mean I know all kids whinge and grizzle but they dont do it ALL the time, so it must be something I'm doing.
I'm just so tired of it, its worn me down and I just find I cant deal with it anymore.
Anyway, I'm pleased to say that despite everything I've managed to remain on the eating plan and I'm definitely losing so at least that is something. In fact I better go get dinner soon, the hunger pangs are starting to bite.
Clag, what the hell am I going to do when Chief goes to Ghana for 4 weeks? I think I'll go insane.
Carla
I just dont understand it. I do so many nice things with Little Feral and he constantly misbehaves or grizzles or whinges. He's such a brat and I wonder what I'm doing wrong constantly. Quite obviously I'm a bad mother, I mean I know all kids whinge and grizzle but they dont do it ALL the time, so it must be something I'm doing.
I'm just so tired of it, its worn me down and I just find I cant deal with it anymore.
Anyway, I'm pleased to say that despite everything I've managed to remain on the eating plan and I'm definitely losing so at least that is something. In fact I better go get dinner soon, the hunger pangs are starting to bite.
Clag, what the hell am I going to do when Chief goes to Ghana for 4 weeks? I think I'll go insane.
Carla
Friday, January 06, 2006
Whoops, overdid a bit
Hi Clag
Well its a bit warm here today (finally). This morning I took the two ferals for a walk and it wasnt until we had got going that I realised how hot it was. So by the time I got home I was dizzy, feeling somewhat sick and felt like fainting, not to mention the fact that I was dripping in sweat. That'll teach me, yet another example of exercise being bad for your health LOL.
While we were up the shops I got Baby Feral weighed and measured. He's now 62cm long and 7kgs heavy ie he a pork chop. He's gone from the 50th percentile to the 90th percentile in 6 weeks. Much longer and heavier than Little Feral was at the same time.
OK confession time. I confess that I didnt eat my pepita's last night. I was up playing on the computer for ages and didnt go to bed til 11pm. Silly, silly girl I hear you say, and you are right. The diet is strict and I need to look after myself better to make it easier to stick too.
Otherwise not much else to report. Wore my new dress today. I'm certain it feel a little less snugger than it did yesterday when I bought it. Maybe its my imagination though. Might have to buy a necklace to go with it as my first reward.
Carla
Well its a bit warm here today (finally). This morning I took the two ferals for a walk and it wasnt until we had got going that I realised how hot it was. So by the time I got home I was dizzy, feeling somewhat sick and felt like fainting, not to mention the fact that I was dripping in sweat. That'll teach me, yet another example of exercise being bad for your health LOL.
While we were up the shops I got Baby Feral weighed and measured. He's now 62cm long and 7kgs heavy ie he a pork chop. He's gone from the 50th percentile to the 90th percentile in 6 weeks. Much longer and heavier than Little Feral was at the same time.
OK confession time. I confess that I didnt eat my pepita's last night. I was up playing on the computer for ages and didnt go to bed til 11pm. Silly, silly girl I hear you say, and you are right. The diet is strict and I need to look after myself better to make it easier to stick too.
Otherwise not much else to report. Wore my new dress today. I'm certain it feel a little less snugger than it did yesterday when I bought it. Maybe its my imagination though. Might have to buy a necklace to go with it as my first reward.
Carla
Thursday, January 05, 2006
Fit to Strip
Hiya Clag
OK you can have a bit of a giggle. I've rented Carmen Electra's Fit to Strip Volume One from the video library and I'm sitting here in shorts and top about to have a go. See I said you could have a laugh.
Assuming that I enjoy it, I'm going to buy the whole series.
Happy stripping
Carla
OK you can have a bit of a giggle. I've rented Carmen Electra's Fit to Strip Volume One from the video library and I'm sitting here in shorts and top about to have a go. See I said you could have a laugh.
Assuming that I enjoy it, I'm going to buy the whole series.
Happy stripping
Carla
The sounds of sleep
Morning Clag
Imagine this, 4.30am, dawn chorus just starting (could there be a more sweeter sound to wake up too) and blissful silence dwelling over the entire household.
Hang on, how can that be, I have two Ferals, one of which wakes up at 3.30am in order to be fed. What the hell is going on. Yep you know me, mad dash crib-side, heart in my throat, only to be greeted by the most angelic sight on earth - a peaceful sleeping face surrounded by a halo of blonde curls. Awwwwww, there is nothing more special than standing there drinking in the loveliness.
So as you can see at least one Feral is still alive despite Chief Feral being AWOL at the moment (let me just check Little Feral, phew LF is A-OK too). So there we go, both Ferals survived the night with just Mummy Feral. Arent you proud of me. Only Thursday night and Friday night to go.
Also I'm pleased to bring you my latest confession. I confess to having been a good possum, eating correctly, drinking all my water and generally trying very, very hard. I hope you're happy with me Clag.
Well I might head off and begin my day, have a nice day Clag, I might talk to you later.
PS Sorry about losing my temper with you, I thought you had eaten my post.
Imagine this, 4.30am, dawn chorus just starting (could there be a more sweeter sound to wake up too) and blissful silence dwelling over the entire household.
Hang on, how can that be, I have two Ferals, one of which wakes up at 3.30am in order to be fed. What the hell is going on. Yep you know me, mad dash crib-side, heart in my throat, only to be greeted by the most angelic sight on earth - a peaceful sleeping face surrounded by a halo of blonde curls. Awwwwww, there is nothing more special than standing there drinking in the loveliness.
So as you can see at least one Feral is still alive despite Chief Feral being AWOL at the moment (let me just check Little Feral, phew LF is A-OK too). So there we go, both Ferals survived the night with just Mummy Feral. Arent you proud of me. Only Thursday night and Friday night to go.
Also I'm pleased to bring you my latest confession. I confess to having been a good possum, eating correctly, drinking all my water and generally trying very, very hard. I hope you're happy with me Clag.
Well I might head off and begin my day, have a nice day Clag, I might talk to you later.
PS Sorry about losing my temper with you, I thought you had eaten my post.
Wednesday, January 04, 2006
I'm back
G'day Clag
I'm back, dont you feel special I actually came back to see you.
First of all Clag, its been 24 hours since my last confession and I'm pleased to confess that I've actually been good. I stuck to my diet all day yesterday to the point where I stuck a corn kernel in my mouth and then spat it back out thinking what would Claggie say if he saw me eat that. I also drank all my water like a good girl and I also took the Feral kids for a walk. OK you can now die of shock, I almost did.
Ultimate test tonight however - Chief Feral will not be coming home. He's working away until Saturday afternoon (we currently being at Wednesday at this very moment) and thus I'm left with Little Feral and Baby Feral on my lonesome until then. Do not be surprised if by Saturday morning I'm confessing to being a raving drunk after having consumed an entire bottle of Baileys (that being about the strongest substance on offer at the moment - note to self, when Chief Feral goes overseas next put in duty free order for strongest substances).
See ya tomorrow Clag
Love Carla
I'm back, dont you feel special I actually came back to see you.
First of all Clag, its been 24 hours since my last confession and I'm pleased to confess that I've actually been good. I stuck to my diet all day yesterday to the point where I stuck a corn kernel in my mouth and then spat it back out thinking what would Claggie say if he saw me eat that. I also drank all my water like a good girl and I also took the Feral kids for a walk. OK you can now die of shock, I almost did.
Ultimate test tonight however - Chief Feral will not be coming home. He's working away until Saturday afternoon (we currently being at Wednesday at this very moment) and thus I'm left with Little Feral and Baby Feral on my lonesome until then. Do not be surprised if by Saturday morning I'm confessing to being a raving drunk after having consumed an entire bottle of Baileys (that being about the strongest substance on offer at the moment - note to self, when Chief Feral goes overseas next put in duty free order for strongest substances).
See ya tomorrow Clag
Love Carla
Tuesday, January 03, 2006
Pass the Clag
OK Blog, you are now officially in charge of changing my life. No screwing around with this mate, my life, my future happiness and the happiness of my family is now in your hands. No pressure or anything. So to that end you must have a name...
CLAG... that mushy paste much loved by school kids everywhere. We need to stick to this.
And thus with no further ado let us begin.
Dear Clag,
Well mate its been 12 months since my last confession and I must confess not much has change. Well other than the fact that the family has increased by one. I've started this year the same weight that I started the last year, 77kgs but you are not to tell anyone OK. Another thing that hasnt changed in the last 12 months - we are still in the same house, but we are dilligently working to rectify that little problem.
So Clag, I hope you wont find my ramblings too boring, well stiff cheddar if you do really you dont have a lot of choice in the matter. I hope to see you bright and early tomorrow with yet another installment of my facinating life (who am I trying to kid).
Love Carla
CLAG... that mushy paste much loved by school kids everywhere. We need to stick to this.
And thus with no further ado let us begin.
Dear Clag,
Well mate its been 12 months since my last confession and I must confess not much has change. Well other than the fact that the family has increased by one. I've started this year the same weight that I started the last year, 77kgs but you are not to tell anyone OK. Another thing that hasnt changed in the last 12 months - we are still in the same house, but we are dilligently working to rectify that little problem.
So Clag, I hope you wont find my ramblings too boring, well stiff cheddar if you do really you dont have a lot of choice in the matter. I hope to see you bright and early tomorrow with yet another installment of my facinating life (who am I trying to kid).
Love Carla
How can I make these wishes reality???
OK, so last year didnt really happen quite like I'd planned but I didnt really have anything set in place to achieve what I wanted. So maybe I need to break my ideas down into a more workable plan, or in reality just a plan fullstop.
ME PLANS
Get off bum, get off computer, get off chair, and get moving!!! Keep track of accomplishments, reward goals and use charts as a visible reminder of progress.
Using Sureslim diet and weekly meal planning to use as a shopping list. Resisting impluse "bad" buys (which of course will be made easier by having a dedicated shopping list). Showing some willpower for a change - no I do not need that chocolate bar. Getting my family on side. Rewarding little goals. Have something visible to show progress - a chart on the fridge maybe. Removing temptation items from the house.
Using 3 x 700ml bottles per day. Cold water in the fridge at all times. Multiple water bottles at work and at home.
Start by doing basic face, teeth, hair, shower in the morning (get up a bit earlier). Find a face care range that works for me. Get nail biting habit under control.
FAMILY/OTHER PLANS
Start FlyLady again with basic morning and evening routines - remember baby steps.
Budget has been set out in excel and just needs to be followed. Less going to the shops for impluse buys.
Cheap arts and craft projects, set up a "useful box" full of bits and pieces. Zoo trips. More outings with other mums. Check out playcentre in Warwick. Go for bike rides.
There are unfinished projects all over the house. Pick one and spend just 15 minutes on it everyday until it is finished.
OK, so they are basic plans. Now the hard part, sticking to it all...
ME PLANS
Get off bum, get off computer, get off chair, and get moving!!! Keep track of accomplishments, reward goals and use charts as a visible reminder of progress.
Using Sureslim diet and weekly meal planning to use as a shopping list. Resisting impluse "bad" buys (which of course will be made easier by having a dedicated shopping list). Showing some willpower for a change - no I do not need that chocolate bar. Getting my family on side. Rewarding little goals. Have something visible to show progress - a chart on the fridge maybe. Removing temptation items from the house.
Using 3 x 700ml bottles per day. Cold water in the fridge at all times. Multiple water bottles at work and at home.
Start by doing basic face, teeth, hair, shower in the morning (get up a bit earlier). Find a face care range that works for me. Get nail biting habit under control.
FAMILY/OTHER PLANS
Start FlyLady again with basic morning and evening routines - remember baby steps.
Budget has been set out in excel and just needs to be followed. Less going to the shops for impluse buys.
Cheap arts and craft projects, set up a "useful box" full of bits and pieces. Zoo trips. More outings with other mums. Check out playcentre in Warwick. Go for bike rides.
There are unfinished projects all over the house. Pick one and spend just 15 minutes on it everyday until it is finished.
OK, so they are basic plans. Now the hard part, sticking to it all...
2005 - The year of accomplishment???
What a cack, this is pretty much exactly what I wanted to accomplish last year. So lets take stock of said accomplishments.
Things I would like to accomplish this year:
1. Stick to a healthy meal plan. (Didnt manage this last year, but hey I was pregnant!!!)
2. Drink more water (MMmmmm, well it started out well)
3. Establish better health routines such as exercise and skin care (Can you say routine darling - NO)
4. Spend more time doing "fun" things with Samuel (Daycare did)
5. Start FlyLady again (Once again, how do you spell routine)
6. Stick to budget, record all spending (and Budget needs to be added to the spelling bee list too)
7. Do something out of the ordinary nice for someone once a week (No comment)
8. Do something nice for me once a week (Even less than no comment)
9. Finish something/anything (I finished up being pregnant, does that count)
10. Realise that in order to accomplish anything I need to show some motivation and self-discipline (Ahhhhhhhh, yep maybe this one needs to be FIRST on the list instead)
Things I would like to accomplish this year:
1. Stick to a healthy meal plan. (Didnt manage this last year, but hey I was pregnant!!!)
2. Drink more water (MMmmmm, well it started out well)
3. Establish better health routines such as exercise and skin care (Can you say routine darling - NO)
4. Spend more time doing "fun" things with Samuel (Daycare did)
5. Start FlyLady again (Once again, how do you spell routine)
6. Stick to budget, record all spending (and Budget needs to be added to the spelling bee list too)
7. Do something out of the ordinary nice for someone once a week (No comment)
8. Do something nice for me once a week (Even less than no comment)
9. Finish something/anything (I finished up being pregnant, does that count)
10. Realise that in order to accomplish anything I need to show some motivation and self-discipline (Ahhhhhhhh, yep maybe this one needs to be FIRST on the list instead)
Tuesday, February 15, 2005
The heat is on...
I didnt happen to mention it in my last entry but I thought it should be noted that today was the hottest February day in Perth in 8 years.
That would explain a lot...
That would explain a lot...
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