So, while I was away.....

Damn I think I need to make this Giselle photo my profile pic. Posting that pic made the boys happy.   Silly bitch looks hawwwwwwwt.

Anytwat, a few of you were wondering what I got up to while my blog was dead.  Yes, I'm guessing most of you knew it was temporary.  

So in all honest truth I didn't get a life while my blog was dead.  Instead, I guess I moped around the house and lamented the death of my blog.  I cleaned the house.  I watched Dr Phil (people have issues).  I watched the Biggest Loser Australia (sucks) and Survivor (I love evil Russell).

Then one day some stuff happened. 

It was a normal Tuesday afternoon.  I picked the kiddies up from school, then picked Jazzy up from kindy (her one day a week).

When the kids get home from school they normally have some fruit, do their homework (I hate homework) then jump in the pool.  If they're good they watch the Simpsons at 6pm.

Anyscream, just after 6pm I was clearing up the mess from outside.  Basically just moving bikes and scooters so my husband wouldn't trip on anything when he came home from work.  Because I'm thoughtful like that.

I walked down the path and happened to wack my foot on a scooter.

I swore very loudly and moved on.

Then I decided to look down at my foot.

Something looked wrong.

Very wrong.

And that was the moment that mummy decided to freak the f*ck out.

(Sharni said I should have had a pedicure)

It didn't hurt.  

It just looked very wrong.

The kids were freaked.  I asked them to call Dad.

Dad had left his phone at home.

AWESOME.

Two hours later he came home from basketball.  In the meantime, Whoa Mumma had found a bottle of vodka and skulled half of it to deal with the idioticness of the situation.

Fast forward to the hospital emergency room.

Some silly drunken conversation with some poor boy who'd smacked himself in the head with a surfboard.

Insert very funny short doctor from Boston.

Worst accent ever.

I was plastered and honestly, was having a great time.

It was my first night out in AGES.

I kept spouting Super Bowl comments (GO SAINTS!).  Cause I knew what I was talking about......(?)

Doctor gave my foot a few shots, asked if I minded the pain (heck no, I've had 4 kids!) and snapped my toe back into place.

(I checked his referral letter for my doctor and he had said I was 'highly amusing'....hmmmm)

Fast forward 3 weeks later and I can finally walk  on my foot.  Who would have thought one stupid little toe could cause so much pain?

Still taped and broken and it's my birthday tomorrow.  I've waited 7 years to have a birthday on a Saturday night and I can't wear pretty, trampy shoes.

YIKES!

I love to get dressed up.  Because most days, I live in a uniform of shorts and singlets (it is the Gold Coast) and flip flops.  And if I put in some effort, I scrub up OK.  But what now?  


Any good Gold Coast restaurant ideas?

They're baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack!

Thanks to some lovely conversations with a few bloggy buddies across the pond today (shout outs to Brandee and Trav) somehow the Whoa Mumma blog has received CPR and made a comeback.  

(Don't tell my husband, let's just pretend I'm updating my facebook status)

Not to mention a little film I watched yesterday called Julie & Julia.

I normally can not sit still long enough to watch a DVD.  Blame ADD or Pepsi Max, I can't decide which.

Meryl Streep was...odd.  But sweet.  Amy Adams was me...alas, without the cooking skills.

But watching all of Julie's blogging and all the breakdowns that ensue (my poor husband has been there, done that) made me pine for the joys of typing drivel on my Whoa Mumma blog.

I checked blogger and lo and behold, she was still there.  A few pumps on the chest and the bitch was back.

Hmmmmmmmmmm.  I heart the blogosphere. 

PS.  Don't bother clicking any of the links.  I haven't figured out how to make the things work.  It's still a work in progress.  If you know how to do it, by all means drop me a line.