Friday, September 27, 2013

Barbies and Beefs

As you may have figured out, I am trying yet again to eat healthier and get my butt back to the gym.

The first hurdle I am trying to get over is the healthy eating thing. I am attempting to copy my daughter's style and snacking on carrots etc. but sometimes I just crave chocolate, what's a girl to do? At the moment I am trying just not to buy chocolate, this plans seems to be working... so far.

My next hurdle is the gym. I have joined a local 24hr gym so that I can go whenever I can organise it, even if it means going after dinner when the kids are asleep, or whenever I can get a babysitter/hubby to watch the kids. Because of the odd times I attend the gym, I've begun to notice a trend in the other clientèle, and have created a little dictionary for you:

Beefs – These guys are your body builders, or simply guys who like the muscley look. Beefs are quite large, they tend to have biceps so large they aren't actually hold their arms at their sides, giving the impression of far too many steroids. They are found at all hours of the day or night. They are usually found in pairs in the evenings and they “spot” each other.

Spotting – When one Beef makes jokes at the expense of another Beef who is lifting weights.

Big Beauties – Generally women, but occasionally men, who for whatever reason are overweight. They are usually accompanied by a personal trainer ( I need me one of those). They work their butts off and you can't help but be proud of them. They are usually seen at crazy hours of the morning, because this is apparently the only time the personal trainers are available.

Barbies – Gorgeous stick figures with hair extensions. These women don't need to attend the gym for fitness reasons but instead use the time to socialise with their friends while hogging the treadmills and flirting with Beefs who probably couldn't satisfy them anyway due the affect of steroids on their manhoods. The gym manager actually has a jar of lollies on hand to help revive Barbies who decide to work out but haven't eaten anything all day.

The Useless Hour – 6pm-ish – This is the time of day when everyone finishes work, ditches office attire and dons their exercise gear and heads to the gym leaving me no weight machines, treadmills or any other equipment to exercise on. :(


The Best Time – 2pm-ish – Most people are at work (except for the occasional Beef) so the machines are usually free. Plus I can usually hide in the corner and not stress about someone seeing me and laughing at how everything wobbles when I run (No-one actually does this, but I am paranoid).

Me - Really needs to actually attend the gym more and exercise rather than sit on my butt on the couch and blog about it

Tuesday, August 13, 2013

Early Morning Funnies

In the wee hours of the morning our darling son Gremlin woke us, shortly followed by his sister, he decided that he would tell us all about what he learned in Kids Church on Sunday.

Gremlin: Guess what, God fought Goliath
W@dsy: Oh really?
Gremlin: Yeah and He chopped off his head.
W@dsy: Don't you mean David?
Gremlin: Nope, it was God
Chicken: Yeah and then Mummy needs to sticky tape his head back on
Me: ????

Monday, August 12, 2013

Passions

I was talking to a friend the other day about everyone has something we love to do, she loves cooking, W@dsy loves teaching and playing computer games etc.

Then she asked me the big question, what do I like to do?

It stumped me, I actually hadn't really thought about it before.

Sewing was the first thing that came to mind, but now having thought about it a bit more I think that as much as I enjoy sewing, my real passion is helping people. I love being able to do something for someone who needs it whether it be a listening ear, babysitting, or just cooking a meal to make their lives easier. I think that's one of my favourite things about being a stay at home mum, being free to help when needed.

It makes me wonder what Gremlin and Chicken's passions will be.

What's your passion?

Sunday, August 11, 2013

A Weight Off My Shoulders

I was so young at eighteen, so naive. It sounded like such a great idea, it was so easy. Just fill out the forms and then you have a safety net. 

Then you realise that it can do so much more. It's okay, you can pay it back later. And you do, for a while. Then it starts to get out of hand and it seems so big, like it's never going to go away. You strive to get everything under control, and you succeed for a while, and then the cycle starts again, and you feel doomed.

Yes, credit cards are evil.

Guess what, mine is now paid off! The relief is amazing. 

I went into the bank to get them to lower the credit limit so we have some still available for emergencies but it can never get so big again.

Am sooo happy.

Saturday, August 10, 2013

The Clean Machine

As most of you who know me can attest, I hate cleaning. Let's face it few of us actually enjoy it. The main problem with being a stay at home mum now is that I have to look at my messy house all day, every day.

So after a little while of not working I realised that I had to organise myself or I would go crazy. I did what any modern housewife would do in my situation and whipped out my smart phone and googled "how to clean" and "how to organise." Obviously I found a lot of websites on the subject and spent a little too much time drooling over beautifully organised and labelled cabinets that cost waaaaaay too much for a single income family. I tried a few different cleaning plans but realised that too much structure drives me just as crazy as chaos does! After a lot of trial and error I have learned these things:

  • I don't have to do everything at once
  • I need to cut myself some slack. I won't have time to enjoy my house if all I do is clean all day
  • Take regular breaks
  • It's okay to mow half the lawn one day and then the other half the next day, it's a big lawn!
  • Even doing the smallest bit of housework is better than doing nothing at all
  • If I feel like cleaning out an entire room or cupboard, that's okay too
  • My crazy kids enjoy "helping" me clean, so just go with it
  • My friends are awesome and listen to me whine about lack of motivation on the phone and encourage me to get off my butt
  • It's okay if my house doesn't look magazine perfect, it looks like my family actually live here and enjoy it
Okay, so my methods aren't daily cleaning plans but they are working for me. How do you guys keep up with housework?

PS. After much research on the internet, if you are not sure how to clean something, the answer is probably "use white vinegar"

Wednesday, July 31, 2013

I'm Baaaack

Yes I disappeared for a while from the world of blogging, but never fear, I have returned.

I may not have been blogging, but I have not been idle.

I have quit my job, I've been spending more time with God, W@dsy, the kids, and friends. I have joined a gym, I am getting my house more organised and decluttered (so much so I managed to find my way back to the computer) and loads more.

Does this mean I am morphing into a uber awesome "Yummy Mummy" who has it all together?

Not a chance!

I am still crazy, still silly and still me. So you can look forward to some new (and hopefully a little more frequent) posts.

See you all soon

Ziva

Saturday, November 10, 2012

Grateful

My kids are growing up so fast, I was looking at them today and trying to remember what it was like when they were babies. I'm not sure, but I think it was quieter. I have to say though, I'm loving the cute things they are saying at the moment...

Chicken: Mummy, why did you change your clothes?
Me: I didn't darling, I changed my hair colour
Chicken: Oooohh it's blue
Me: Umm, no darling, it's red
Chicken: Oooohh it's red

Gremlin: Mummy, Daddy, you hide, I'll be the Seek.

Chicken: Mummy, you got spreckles on you (freckles)

Gremlin: Watch out the Hunk (Hulk) is getting you

Chicken: No Mummy, I want to plush (flush) the toilet

Gremlin is eagerly planning his 4th birthday party, so far he wants a Spiderman, Superman, Mr Incredible, Batman and Buzz Lightyear cake. I have to say, I'm having fun planning the party too. It's actually hard trying not to give him absolutely everything a little boy could want. I'm so grateful to God for giving me my beautiful children, and my lovely husband, who puts up with me wanting to buy "just one more thing for the party" He has blessed me so much.