Blog posts are alot like songs, some are instant hits – catchy, with a hook that has you nodding your head in agreement and even murmuring along as you read – and some are slow burners, infiltrating your mind long after you’ve clicked the off button on your computer.
And sometimes a good one does both of these at once, allowing you an emotional release – to laugh, cry, question, get angry, forgive and hope – that stays with you for days. And that’s just the blogger.
What happens when you hit the publish button is anyone’s guess, you may inspire a similar release in others or you may just be hosting a pity party that has readers racing for the back button, leaving you with a sagging party hat and a party whistle lying limply at your lips.
It’s with these thoughts in mind that I think back to the blogging year that was and choose my favourite blog post I wrote in 2010, as part of the Nuffnang Christmas Blogger Challenge. Continue reading
Okay, this has been rattling around in my head for quite sometime but it’s come to a point where I just have to get it out there – part vent, part genuine enquiry … what is the go with those My Family Stickers that appear to be breeding upon urban 4WDs in my general vicinity?
It started innocently enough. I was at a barbecue getting on my soapbox about frangipani flower stickers on cars, when a friend piped up with ‘what about those My Family stickers?’. ‘What my family stickers?’ I responded. He proceeded to tell me about white stick people that were appearing on cars denoting each member of the family that rides in that car. When I looked baffled, he prophetically warned “Now I’ve told you about them, you’ll see them everywhere.”
That was some time ago, and I now smile ruefully at my innocence back then, my PMFO days (Pre My Family Onslaught). I have, I must admit, become peversely fascinated with them, checking out the car in front’s stick figures when I’m stopped at the lights. Continue reading
Some days when I’m sitting here typing into a blank screen, I don’t know where it will take me, if anyone is reading and if what I’m doing is worthwhile or worthy.
Typing into the abyss.
But I need this. Not for any adulation or comments or ‘friends’. I need this to help me feel. To deal with my emotions in a way that is positive. To blurt things out. My loves, my triumphs, my fears and my frustrations.
It’s all too easy to feel small. Like these feelings don’t matter. But they do. To bury them deep down, no matter how inconsequential they might seem at the time, would only serve to hurt me and those that I love most. And that is why I blog. To release the pressure valve. To remind myself of my passions. To reflect. To question. To feel.
But having said all that, it would be hard to keep going without a series of small wins. Little things, almost messages from the universe to just keep at it. Comments from bloggers you respect. A few extra hits here, a featured blog post there, a comment saying your words meant something to someone, somewhere. Continue reading
This week we each took a big breath, held our noses and dove feet first into the deep end of the pool.
We put a contract on our first house.
It’s been a long time coming for us. We watched alot of friends diving in years ago while we clung to the edge held back by circumstances and other choices. We got married, A took on an apprenticeship, we had a baby. But throughout that time we kept saving as much as we could and held tight, helped by cheap rent in our little old cottage we’ve called home for the past almost six years.
The longer we waited, the more the pressure to join the masses wore off – people stopped asking when we would buy, we stopped worrying about it and enjoyed our time here. In our cute cottage with two bedrooms, where the paint was peeling only 4 kilometres from the city, and with a view out the back which I never get tired of (above). Continue reading
Since becoming a parent, the thing that annoys and frustrates me the most is judgement from other parents. You know the kind. You make an innocent enough comment about something your child, or you as a parent, is doing/not doing and then comes the onslaught. It can be as little as a face of shock, pity or ‘concern’ or as large as the full-tilt monologue usually starting with ‘what we found/did’ usually ending with the sentiment that their child is a genius and they are a perfect parent.
I wish I was exaggerating. But sadly I’ve come across it a fair few times, despite actively avoiding the type of conversations where this type of caper goes on.
Lately, it’s centred upon Jarvis’s walking – or more accurately, his lack of walking. It’s become more of a topic of conversation now he’s hit the ‘magic’ age of 12 months, and though the enquiries are starting to wear a bit thin most people’s comments don’t really offend me and are merely conversational.
However, there is a small segment of people that seem to think it’s a huge concern and take every opportunity to go on and on about it. Questioning what I do with him to ‘support walking’ while relaying tales of how their child was up an walking by 10 months with a self-congratulatory tone, like their skills as a parent had anything to do with it.
My new response to this is to smile and nod, while picturing stapling things to their heads. Continue reading
A couple of weeks back I posted about my quest for fitness. By blogging about it, I was hoping I’d feel accountable and get off my arse and do something. But nope, here I am still parking that arse of mine and finding a myriad of excuses why I can’t exercise. I know I need to exercise. I want to feel healthy and fit. I want to feel less flabby and more fabby. I feel my body is itching to move, but my head is far behind, thinking about the contents of the pantry and fridge.
To be fair to myself, it has been a hectic few weeks with visitors, birthday party, trip for work (all equalling copious amounts of eating) but now I feel f(l)atter than before.
Like many, I have a love/hate relationship with exercise – I hate alot of forms of exercise, yet I love how it makes me feel after I’ve done it. I know there is no quick and easy fix. I’ve just got to get out there and pound the pavement day after day until I start feeling stronger again. Continue reading
It’s been awhile since I’ve shared photos from the weekend that was. But thought this weekend was a great chance to jump back into Point & Shoot mode – Jarvis’s 1st birthday party.
I was aiming for low key, yet special. A morning tea in the park by the river with yummy slices and sandwiches and good friends and family. I decided on an owl theme, as 1. I like owls and they’re EVERYWHERE right now; 2. Jarvis seems quite enamoured by Hoot of Giggle & Hoot on ABC2 and 3. I was embarking on cake making and decorating – an uncharted territory for me – and I figured that an owl would be a simple case of cooking two circle cakes and wacking them together with some frosting. Continue reading