Catapulted in to a new world of retail options

We are getting ready for a kitten. It’s our first family pet and it’s been a few years in the planning.

So this weekend, my daughter (who is totally kitten crazy) and I went to a pet supplies warehouse to buy some “basics”.

I discovered a whole new world that showed me there is no such thing as “basics” when it comes to pets.

First stop was a bed. Just something nice and warm for a new little kitten to feel snug and safe. When I was young, new kittens slept in a cardboard box with a blanket.

But today’s kittens/cats sleep in igloos, don’t you know?cat igloo

Not too shabby. And these cat igloos cost a lot of money. So we had to hunt around to find a non-cat igloo because the warehouse had racks and racks of these things! They came in caramel, buff, chocolate, toast, leopard print, plum, burgundy, smoke, and tiger print. Any colour you could imagine to blend in with your home decor.

We did find a nice bed that was just a round piece of warm material that could be machine washed.

Now it was time for a kitty litter tray (the actual choosing of the type of kitty litter was to come!).

Again, do you want blue, green, white or plum? Do you want high walled trays or corner trays? Do you want to spend $40 or up to $60? And do you want a non-slip kitty litter mat to go with it?

I just wanted something that looked like the In Tray on my desk at work. They did have them, but they were way,way, way up on the top of the shelf. But what colour do we choose?

I hate to say it, but I really gave this a lot of thought! My daughter was adamant she wanted yellow. I told her it reminded me of wee. She said it reminded her of sunshine. So we went for sunshine.

Don’t get me started on how you choose the best kitty litter. I am now an expert and can regale you for you hours on the benefits of clumping and absorbancy. But I’ll leave that for another day.

Going down the checklist, we came to toys.

Do you buy plastic balls?

Or plastic balls with bells in them? Plastic balls with bells in them and feathers attached?

Plastic balls with bells in them, feathers attached and infused with catnip?

Or something that looks like a mouse?

Does the mouse move or squeak?

Is it made from organic materials, or are you subjecting your kitten to a harsh mass-produced plastic variety?

Oh, this thing? Just something I whipped up over the weekend for the cats

Do you buy a scratching post? Do you buy on that is over $300 and reaches your ceiling, resplendent with multi levels and a cubby house? Or do you go for the small post with some pom poms on it?

Never mind what you choose, they are all ugly.

We didn’t buy one – but I know we will one day. It’s inevitable.

And that’s the scary thing. While I scoffed at the overwhelming amount of choice, I was totally sucked in and I know I will return again and again for a little something special.

Because I really did take a lot of time deciding on an attractive bowl and placemat that were beautifully colour coordinated. It was quite pathetic.

So, Lilly, when you do finally arrive from the cat shelter, you know you will be loved – and spoilt rotten by your retail obsessed mother!

My Dr Jekyll and Ms Hyde moments

jekyllI like to think of myself as a nice person.

Sure, I have my flaws. I can be short tempered and can hold a grudge like a Mafia boss, but I would like to think that my niceties override the flaws.

But yesterday I had a really, really bad day when my Ms Hyde trampled on my Dr Jekyll and left trampled feelings in her wake.

I made one of my favourite people at work cry.

Really cry.

And while she was crying, she was also looking really angry. And when I asked her what was wrong, she pointed her finger at me and spat out “You!”

Now, to a person who truly wants to be loved by all (apart from the people she can give two hoots about), that really hurt.

Because I really respect this person. And support her. And think she’s capable of great things.

But apparently I had spoken very sharply to her and made her feel terrible. And I am so, so sorry about it. I know I was struggling with a cracker of a headache yesterday. And I was tired. And stressed. But there really was no excuse.

Of course I apologised profusely and I think we’re OK. But it did make me realise how quickly my nasty little nemesis can pop her ugly head up to say hello.

And it happened with the kids too last night. I didn’t mean to be harsh, but I made my daughter cry because she said I was talking like I was really angry with her. And I wasn’t.

What was wrong with me yesterday? I truly felt like I needed to back out of the room slowly, go to bed and protect my family from myself.

How many times has your Ms/Mr Hyde popped out? Sometimes when I am at my wits end with my children, I catch my reflection on the mirror mid-shriek and think,”Woah. Who is that screaming harpie?” And looking back at me is Ms Hyde.

So I shall make every effort to keep her under wraps for everybody’s sake.

I shall keep her subdued with copious amounts of chocolate and only let her come roaring out when I am home alone and the damage can be minimised.


So you want me to be a CEO?

So, you want me to be a CEO, hmm?

Well, I have a few questions:

  • Will you let me come in to work late so I can see my children receive their Principal Awards at their Monday morning assembly?
  • Will you let me leave work early to attend parent/teacher interviews that are allotted times between 3.30pm and 5.30pm?
  • Will you let me leave work to watch my child in his/her primary school production that for some reason is always scheduled at 4.45pm?ceo-barbie-c.0
  • Will you promise not to roll your eyes at me and get uncomfortable when I get a bit teary because I am really, really tired from nights of unbroken sleep due to a child with a nasty bout of gastro?
  • Will you let me leave work early and work from home once the kids are in bed, so I can finally get a few moments of productive work time?
  • Will you promise to never make sexist, patronising remarks and when I object to them, to not tell me to “get a sense of humour”?
  • Will you pay me at least as much as the male CEO who held the position before me?
  • Will you not assume that I am not pulling my weight just because I leave on time.
  • Will you admire my excellent time management skills and realise that is why I don’t have to work back late every night?
  • Will you promise to never ask me how I juggle being a full time CEO and mother?

if you answer yes to all these questions, then I accept!

The perfect blog post

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A+ for effort

This isn’t the perfect blog post.

I need to stop waiting until I think of the perfect post before I write my next post.

Because it just means that there is too long a gap between blog posts.

And you all might start to think that I’ve given up on this whole blogging caper.

I haven’t.

I just get stuck sometimes.

Trying to think of the perfect blog post.

So now I will just blog because I’ll pop if I don’t.

And maybe the perfect blog post will just happen.

My muffin top runneth over

As many of you may know I’ve been studying for the last 12 months. And now it’s over. Woohoo!

For the past four (ish) months I decided to let go of my diet and exercise routine so I could concentrate on getting my studies done while working full time and being a Mum.

And for someone who has always struggled with her weight, it was actually fun to give myself permission to not wake up early and go to the gym or for a run; to not count calories; and to not weigh myself.

muffinBut now the studies are over and I have to deal with what I’ve done to myself.

There have been three signs that have made me think “Hmm… I may have gone a tad too far..”

I was at Coles waiting for the checkout chick to put my items in to the bag.  I went to put my hand on my hip and realised I was resting it on my muffin top! It now sticks out so much, it’s like a ledge!


I was getting dressed for work and tried to tuck in what I thought was my shirt puffing out under my jumper – and realised, yep once again, it was my muffin top. Can’t tuck that baby in, let me tell you!


Today we were out for a drive and we saw a  large lady. My daughter called her ‘fat’ and I said that we don’t call people that. Then my son said, “She’s not fat. She looks like you, Mum!”

Woah! The blinkers are off, peoples! TIme to get busy getting healthy!

Do any of you have any ‘signs’ that tell you that you may have gone too far with the whole eating lots and exercising not much routine?

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I’ll show you how bad I can be!

Well, I’ve almost finished my Michelle Bridges 12WBT program (it’s now Week 10).

And I’ve flunked. Failed. Fallen off the wagon. Wasted my time. Wasted her time.

I am definitely fitter and have regained a love of exercise, but my weight has not budged much. And today when I weighed myself I had PUT ON weight.

And there is no mystery to it, my loyal and loving readers. I eat too much. Since about Week 4 when I fell ill, I have been following her food plan – and then some!

And that’s all it took to fall off the wagon and not get back on. I was sick for a few days, felt miserable and reached for food. And it got its greedy hooks back in to me.

And I was doing so well! Truly! I could see myself in lovely clothes, feeling happy and healthy.

I could see my goals so clearly and I felt like I was working steadily towards them. Until I wasn’t.

I am the demon child of the 12WBT program.

For example, today I started to count calories again to try and get back on track after Easter.

I did OK until lunchtime when the chocolate was calling my name.

But I still kept track of the calories and once they reached my limit of 1500, something clicked. And I got angry (at myself and the calorie content of a Lindt chocolate bunny).

I was mad. And what do people who are trying to lose weight but know they are doing the wrong thing do when they are mad?

I ate MORE! And dammit, I ate for Australia. I ate for all of you who are trying not to overeat.

stubborn childAnd in my head, I was yelling at that calorie counter app that was showing the amount of extra calories I had consumed in bold red numbers: “Hah! You think 500 calories over the limit is bad?! I’ll show you how bad I can be!” And ate a bit more.

So now I’m off to have dinner of lettuce leaf and to lick my wounds.

But in the immortal worlds of Scarlett O’Hara – tomorrow is another day!

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Long post aka long rant

Angie Pantazi:

She’s a fiery one, that Kate Forster. And that’s why I love her!

Originally posted on What Party?:

I have blogged since 2006-7. That’s a lifetime ago now. I had a daggy little blogspot site and off I went, writing to no one. My first blog was about trying to incorporate spiritual practises into my business. My rule was be open to everything and be honest. I then wrote and self published a book about the experience.

Did the spirituality help my business? No.

What the book did was  help me realise I loved to write. Then I went through a shithouse time with the business, and no matter how many crystals I sewed into my bra, things were still tough, so I dropped my marbles and crystals and had a good old-fashioned nervous breakdown.

Unlike some who wear their maladies like a badge of honour, I was ashamed of my illness. I didn’t want people to know that I couldn’t eat or even cry, so I hid myself in…

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A body transformation is on the cards

Yep, it’s the new year and I have decided to slap myself around, shake myself up and stop wallowing in self pity (and chocolate).

So I have joined up to the Michelle Bridges 12WBT program, starting 2 February.

I know, I know, I’ve tried lots of programs aver the years and no doubt you will be able to find a few posts from way back – if you can be bothered scrolling through them – where I’ve vowed to get back on track. And failed.

Is failure such a bad thing? I don’t think so. I think the main thing is that I keep trying.

So now I am in what they all “pre season” where you start to take part in challenges so you can “smash” through the 12 weeks. The program uses lots of motivational speak like “Willpower is a muscle, the more you use it, the stronger it grows!”

And the ever-fit Michelle Bridges really tells it like it is! I like that. She can be a bit scary, though. But that’s what I need!

I need someone to question my stupid excuses for not eating well or exercising. We all do it. Here is an example of some of my excuses:

I can’t exercise because my sports bra is in the wash.

I can’t exercise because my iPod isn’t charged.

I can’t exercise because it’s too hot/cold/humid/cloudy and it’s a day that ends in ‘y’.

I need that chocolate because I am premenstrual and body is telling me it needs it!

I need that chocolate to celebrate a weight loss.

I need that chocolate because I am happy/sad/melancholy/tired/confused/indecisive/busy.

As part of the preseason exercises, I am meant to share my goals. I want to share them with you, my gorgeous followers, because it will keep me on the straight and narrow and I know you won’t stand for any B.S.

Here they are:

1 Month Goals

To have lost 2 kilos by exercising every day and following the meal plan.

3 Month Goals

To have lost 6 kilos and to have increased my strength and tone. To  exercise every day and follow the plan. To keep doing my running program and to get to the gym every second day.

6 Month Goals

To have lost 12 kilos and to be able to run 5km. To complete the 5km Run Maroondah event.

12 Month Goals

To be able to run 10km and to have lost 15 kilos and kept it off.

Feel free to ask me how I am doing!

The Tap-Dancing Butt Crack

Angie Pantazi:

I used to think having twins would be great – one push; instant family. But had changed all that. Enjoy!

Originally posted on Twinfamy:

The warm water ran down my back, washing away 36 hours of sweat and grime. I systematically defunkified each of my body’s nether regions with my extremely manly loofah and inhaled the warm, misty scent of my 2-in-1 shampoo.

It was beautiful.

You should have been there. (But it’s probably for the best that you weren’t, because I was naked and that would have been awkward for you, due to the devastatingly chiseled one-pack bulging from my abs.)

As a parent of twins, I’ve grown to truly appreciate the quiet, reflective alone time a shower buys me, and twelve days into being a parent of three, I was absolutely loving the opportunity to finally hear myself think for five freaking seconds.

As you can probably imagine, adding a newborn to the mix has turned the Pseudonymous household into even more of a zoo than it already was. My wife and I…

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NYE blah

I am getting old. Tomorrow is New Year’s Eve and I don’t care.

I have no plans and will struggle to stay awake until midnight.

If someone called me up out of the blue and invited me to the most fabulous party ever, I would say no.

What is wrong with me?

You know, I used to be able to party with the best of them!

Ohhh, yeah!

I’ve gone to hidden, (pretentious) trendy bars in the city on NYE and partied like it was 1999 – which it probably was!

I did Hogmanay, peoples!

I danced in the streets of Edinburgh, kissed drunken Scottish boys and policemen (they were sober) and saw many a kilt lifted high and proud. Sure, I contracted whooping cough on 1 January and cracked a rib from coughing so much – but it was worth it, baby!

I’ve watched the sun come up and brought in the New Year with lots of hoots and hollers.

I held my breath at the dawn of the Millennium and waited for planes to fall from the sky and elevators to suddenly stop working. When nothing happened, I danced till dawn and chugged champagne.

So what will I be doing this year?

I will be making homemade pizzas and watching a movie with my children until about 8.30pm. Then I will put them to bed.

I will watch the fireworks telecast – feeling guilty that I like the Sydney fireworks more than the Melbourne ones – and trying to keep my eyes open.

Then I will wake the kids up  just before midnight, count down the seconds to 2015 and clap and cheer.

Then everyone will toddle off to bed.

May you all be partying as hard as I am tomorrow night!

Happy New Year and I hope 2015 is an absolute cracker!