Quarter Centch..

Well, its everybody's worst nightmare. Turning another year older! Today I hit the big 2,5. I was impressed when I woke up this morning that I hadn't sprouted any grey hairs or developed any wrinkles overnight, so thats a win!

Today has made me nostalgic. Thinking about how simple life used to be when I was younger. Realising that what I thought was difficult or hard was a mere bump in the road on my journey to adulthood. I had no cares, no bills, no debts and nobody depended on me. The thought of being an adult excited me, and I wished my years away counting down the days till I officially became one. Then, on my 20th birthday, I actually cried because I wasn't going to be a teenager anymore. The realisation that I really had to grow up.

My day started with the most lovely 6am wake up call from my darling beautiful boy. In he raced, telling me "suns up mummy you have to wake up". I have told him that when the sun goes to be then he needs to go to bed and he is only allowed to wake up when the sun comes up. I managed to grab him and put him under the dooner with me. We lay there and cuddled and talked for a good half an hour. It was total bliss. I asked him if he knew what today was. He replied "its mummy's birthday!!". He then proceeded to tell me that he was going to eat all of my cake and I wasn't going to have any. Ever the charmer my boy!

After his swimming lessons today, I had promised that we would go and have a nice lunch together to celebrate my day. That was until he cried - no wait, he screamed - for me the entire swimming lesson. I decided he must have been tired and that we would skip lunch and head home for a sleep. I had prepped the stuff to make up some sushi I just needed to stop in somewhere to find an avocado on the way home. Rookie error. It was the shopping experience from hell. After fighting and debating with him the reasons as to why we didn't need to play on every game machine or ride we walked past into the supermarket I ended up dragging him in kicking and screaming. Finally I managed to locate the avocados, with the feral protesting in-tow, only to discover that they were not ripe and completely inedible.  Just my luck!

Next mission was to remove said feral from supermarket. After throwing himself on the floor, refusing to leave I had no other option but to pick him up and throw him over my shoulder and carry him kicking and screaming out the door. I noticed several women of various ages frowning in disapproval at my parenting skills. I would have loved nothing more that to give them a spray as I walked past, but today is my birthday and I was determined to not let them or my feral almost-three-year-old ruin my day.

To top off my day, after arriving home and trying desperately to read him a story to put him to sleep, he kicked me in the stomach and punched me in the eye. Now I'm sitting on the couch watching Twilight and eating frozen yoghurt, waiting ever-so-patiently for my man to come home from work so that I can open my presents. They better be bloody good, just quietly!! Then I'm going to find the energy to hit the gym before I induce myself into a food coma from dinner. I plan to live a little, eat a lot and probably make myself spew on my birthday. Sounds like it could turn into a peachy little day, minus this morning saga! Bottoms up peeps xx

Resolutions...

Well here we are! 2013 who would have thunk it? We survived the End of the World, Christmas and New Year and are now all have bills coming out of our rear-ends. Merry fucking Christmas everyone!

With the new year comes a whole bucket load full of resolutions. So far, my biggest resolution was to complete what was on the list from last year; be healthy, exercise more, eat less sugar, save money, travel, be happy.

I started my year hung-over as shit, broke, and lying around the house for 3 days watching every season of Friday Night Lights and eating every take-away under the sun- WIN! You go girl! (Please note I was childless for 5 nights - this isn't a regular occurrence with child present!!) So with the feeling of inadequacy, fatness and brokeness I began my resolution on Monday 7th January. Insurance bill paid, and half of my credit card debt cleared things were starting to look up. I had money in the bank from work (well enough to buy groceries.. sigh) and I was keen as a bean to get back into the grind of my fitness routine. I'd also started a "detox" diet on the Sunday, so I was feeling pretty good. Still feeling great and going strong, minus the night where I lost my shit and ate half a cherry ripe.. My bad. I figure cherries are fruit, coconut is good for you and chocolate is dairy so I was just fulfilling my daily requirements from food table....

Another thing on the to-do list for this year was get a REAL tan - without the cancer. I'm white. Not just white, I'm practically see-through. Vampire-borderline-albino white. The sun literally hates me. Or visa versa. We're working on our relationship slowly, and after 4 days of trying my very hardest to go brown I'm proud to announce I'm a whole shade darker than I was on Sunday. Off-white with a touch of pink I'd call it.. To make matters worse, my son has also been spending time in the sun frolicking in our povo blow up pool in the nude, lathered in sunscreen and only for half the amount of time I have been trying and he has developed this beautiful golden sun-kissed look. Very frustrating for us albinos who have been slaving it out in the scorching conditions to get one shade of darkness.. So as I sit here typing, I've also applied a very light layer of self tanner to try and make myself look like I actually have been in the sun. Slightly cheating, yes, but when you look good you feel good so a little fake tan never hurt anyone. Unless your Lindsay Lohan, stay away from it honey.

Saving money is the pits!! I have 2 weddings to travel to this year, a trip to America to fund and a possible trip to Thailand, and hopefully a shopping trip to Melbourne. Im also saving for a boob job, nose job, teeth job, and liposuction.. Just gamon. But serious... So far, all this whole "saving money" resolution has done is made my online shopping addicition worse. I can't stop myself. I want everything. Shoes, clothes, jewellery! Gimme gimme.. Note to Josh Goot here - please be less expensive, I love you and want all of you but you are so far out of reach it makes me sick. The same goes for Tony Bianco, Maurie and Eve, Balmain, Sass and Bide, Bassike, Viktoria and Woods and Isabel Mirant - to name a few. I'm sure I've spelt a couple of those wrong, but if I could actually afford for you to be hanging in my wardrobe I'd probably know how you were spelt.. Think about that!

Final resolution is to blog more. I have lots to say.. But my baby is calling and I need to get my white ass to the gym, and to the supermarket to get food - wouldn't it be nice if food was free! Then I could spend that weekly $400 on clothes, not food. So today was short and sweet.. Love to all, just wanted to make sure you hadn't forgotten about me! Keep up with the resolutions, next year you will have wished you started today..