PURPLE HEELS - Foot Fetish Friday Style

Bored?

Of course you're bored!  Why else would you be wasting time on the internet?!

Maybe looking at these will keep you occupied for a few seconds.

It's Foot Fetish Friday - PURPLE edition!

Purple & Gold Gucci

Purple Bling Platforms

Lilac Crystal Heel

Gianmarco Lorenzi Purple Floral Bling

Purple Crystal Embellished Sandals

~swoon~

Now SHOO (as in shoe get it?) get away from this screen - it's the weekend!

No Rest For The Wicked

And so it would seem that I've been a very wicked girl.

Lord knows, I've had about 3 hours sleep since last Friday which is just enough to have you teetering on the edge of bat shit crazy.

One kid brought home the snotties from kindy (which is why I keep paying them the big bucks - thank you!).  Then promptly infected all the other kiddies because in this house WE SHARE.

Older four kids spent the last few days of their school holidays sedated on cough medicine watching DVDS.  

Which is also the equivalent of hitting the school holiday 'get out of jail free' card for mums.  No fighting, crying or nagging to be taken to Dreamworld.  

So it was fine.

Until they gave it to the baby.

The poor innocent, unsuspecting, germ free, needs her nose to breathe while feeding and sleeping, three month old baby.

Bastards.

When I heard her cough for the first time I wanted to put her in a bubble and post a giant DO NOT TOUCH sign on her forehead.   

* insert lots of complaining about babies and snot and no sleep because I'm too tired and can't be bothered *

Luckily, she's on the mend.

Unfortunately she's developed a fondness for sleeping in my bed and reverted to feeding every two hours.  So thanks to the baby and the snoring husband, I am now officially zombie mum.

Ugh.  

For Mothers Day, I'd like 8 hours uninterrupted sleep.  Thanking you in advance, yet knowing there is no chance in hell of it happening.

Midget Gasoline Thieves

I just read somewhere that kids have so much energy because they siphon it out of their parents like midget gasoline thieves.

How true!

Here are a few pics of my midget gasoline thieves these school holidays.

Wipe out!

Cute little feral kiddies (one day I will get a photo of all five together... one day)

Still has sand in her hair two days later

The Bulldog  (the furry child)

With the obligatory self portrait of moi ~

(nobody ever wants to take photos of mums)

How are you going these school holidays?  Is your tank nearly on empty?

Love These!

This post is a blatant promotion for my friend's facebook shop Affordable Boutique.

You've probably seen these removable wall decals all over the internet and wished you had one in your house.

And they only cost between $40 and $50 

You want one, don't you?

Sugar Overload

Easter at Prep Yellow.

Jordy watching her big sister on the stage.

Mummy watching other mummies shoes.

I love shoes but seriously?  It's 11am.

First egg cracked.

The poser outside her classroom.

Oh look how happy she is!  First chocolate hit of the day.

Quite a spread.

Stepford type mum must have whipped these up.  

I am not a Stepford mum. I bought a pack ready made from Woolworths.

That's what happens when notes get left in school bags.

"No I am not going to stop eating these mother.  Look away."

Bunny prints all over the classroom.

Easter baskets.  More chocolate.  

Afterwards - the big one's mood was as black as the clouds behind her.

Sugar Overload.

Have a great Easter!

Linking up with My Little Drummer Boys

28 Days To Lose The Baby Weight

28 days to lose the baby weight.

That opportunity was handed to me this week via an eating/ exercise plan and products website.

I wish it was 28 minutes.

That post would send Google into a freaking meltdown ala Mrs Woog and the condom dress.

No condom dresses or Mrs Woogs to be found on the Whoa Mumma blog.

The Whoa Muma Blog is mostly about, let's face it simple shits and giggles.

If Pro Blogger asked me to define it in a few words that would be it.

Whoa Mumma - Just another mother wasting time on the internet.

I don't over share.

I wish I could.

I really do.

But it seems people that I know in real life read this stuff.  And that makes me feel weird.

But in the last few days I feel like the universe has been trying to tell me something.

I fear Sharnanigans has been rubbing off on me.

Then this blogger found me and in return, I found her.

And I blurted a lot of stuff on her blog.

Because she's in Cape Town and I wouldn't bump into her grocery shopping anytime soon.

Though as soon as I read her blog I wanted to max out the Visa flying her over.

Then I read Jess's post today and saw this quote.

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won’t feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It’s not just in some of us; it’s in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.

- Marianne Wilson

Then tonight this fell on me when I was cleaning up a Barbie/ Bratz mess in the garage.

Unopened...after hmmm, probably 12 years.

So blogosphere it's time to get authentic.  

I have felt it everywhere with you in the last few days.

I will admit to you that I have battled with anxiety in the last 3 years.

Ridiculous, self sabotaging, woe is me anxiety. 

It started with something similar to this.

Don't read it unless you want to spend a few days bawling your eyes out.

I am over it.

So ridiculously f*cking over it, it isn't even funny anymore.

I am now 35.

I know the person looking back at me in the mirror isn't me.

Time to suck it up.

Get over myself.

So fine.  Universe.  I hear ya, m'kay?

A Bit Of Toilet Humour

In my bathroom I have to have the toilet paper like the first pic.

It drives me INSANE if it's facing the other way.

If I had time I'd have it like this.

And if I had serious OCD (or a bad case of gastro)

it'd look like this.

Seriously.

If you have time for toilet paper origami you are spending waaaaaay too much time in the toilet.

But I've come to the conclusion that everyone in my house must hate me.

I just did a quick whip around of all the bathrooms in this house and the amount of cardboard rolls I picked up would amuse a kindy craft class for years.

How hard is it to change a roll of toilet paper then put it in the bin?

Ugh.

Slam Dunk Of A Weekend

This weekend the boy child has been representing the GC in the basketball state championships.  After losing the first two games on Saturday we drove to Brisbane on Sunday with fingers crossed that they'd at least win one game today.  

Nothing worse than the little buggers playing their hearts out and getting absolutely slaughtered.  I don't think the dads could take another loss.

I admit I'm pretty clueless (bored stiff) when it comes to the kids sports.  I think I spend more time checking out what the other mums are wearing than who's getting the ball and dribbling or whatever it is they do.

So the game started and pretty quickly, all the GC parents were regretting the coffees they'd been swilling on the drive up because the game was a nail biting, adrenalin pumping, oh shit I'm about to have a heart attack kind of game.  

No time for people watching because these kids had finally found their Michael Jordan Mojo and were actually getting the fricking ball into the hoop.  Parents were going berserk with excitement that the GC might actually win this thing.  

With the scores tied at 60, after a nail biting 3 minutes overtime,  guess whose kid scored the winning point?

Mine!

Woot woot!

Thanks to the iphone for babysitting these two girls while mummy actually watched a game.

After all that excitement and with a few hours before the next game we headed up to Redcliffe for lunch.  And because my butt's just not big enough, husband decided on KFC.  Mmmm, greasy, deep fried chicken.  Finger licking good.

Enjoy it fatty.  On Wednesday, it's time to lose the baby weight.

Girls had a play in the playground.  We made silly faces to make the baby laugh.

Cute girls, right?

Don't be fooled by the 'butter wouldn't melt in my mouth' smile on the blondes dial.

Off her little face on Pepsi, Jazzy lost her shit and punched a kid on the slide.  Mortified, I apologised profusely to the parents sitting right next to us (always the way) and decided it was time to high tail it outta there before she biffed someone else.

But not before we patted all these puppies. 

OMG so cute, if I'd had a bigger bag I would have pinched one.

To work off all the chicken we took the girls for a walk along the beach. 

Gorgeous views of Moreton Bay.

KFC chips were fed to the seagulls.

Seagulls were chased away by caffeinated kiddies.

Playground incident forgiven, this one amused her mother by posing for happy snaps on the boardwalk.

Check out this pose.

You are 4 sweetheart.  

And this is not Sports Illustrated.  Yowza.

Then it started to rain, so we raced back to the car.

Yay for dads who carry everything, including little girls with tired legs.

A few Coronas for the husband at the Belvedere Hotel Steak and Crabhouse overlooking Bramble Bay and it was back to the Entertainment Centre for another game.

Which the GC boys totally blitzed by 20 points.

Slam dunk of a weekend.

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