How people arrive on my Blog

I get a great deal of amusement from looking at what people google in order to land on my blog. Most days I have a good chuckle about it. However, today I was totally laughing my arse off at this little effort ...



I can't help but feel a sense of disappointment for the poor bastard who clicked on that link and found my little ramble spot!!

Last post from this house :(

So, the house is a mess, with a massive pile of crap engulfing the dining table. We have soooo much shit coming with us that I have zero idea exactly how we will manage on the plane and at the airport even WITH people helping us at each end!! I have packed away all the food, yet forgotten to eat first (major d'oh), yet I haven't packed up the iMac yet (see what my priorities are can't you!!). Sometime tonight I will leave this house ready for the packers to come in tomorrow and do their bit. There's not much left that I can actually do now, yet it seems like I've not begun. Leaving Claremont will be very sad for me, but at least I have 2 weeks in Subiaco to numb the pain :)

I think I have cried every day since last Tuesday. Every time I think of having to say goodbye to my girls I tear up immediately. Hubby keeps asking if I want to change my mind, and I absolutely don't, but I am devastated to be leaving 3 girls in particular. I'm not sure which day will be the last day I see them so it's like russian roulette, wondering when it will actually end.

I wonder how I will feel tomorrow, when we are out of this house and effectively on 'holiday' for the next 2 weeks. Will I be as sad? Or will I be looking at this a little differently now that the physical hard part of sorting crap has been completed? I'll blog and let you know in a day or two :)

Crackberry Addiction

I came across this article this morning, 'Blackberry users becoming addicted to gadget' and it prompted me to write a bit of a response, seeing as though I am the proud owner of a Crackberry myself.

I initially bought the Blackberry for my hubby. I was just going to use it whilst I was in hospital following the birth of Kid3 as I knew I would want access to my emails and of course Twitter. I did, however, develop quite an attachment to it, so 8 weeks after my hospital stay I am still in possession of it and hubby has another phone of mine that I have done away with (!!).

My attachment to it though falls short of addiction, I think. I say 'I think' because I would be lost without it however I don't look at it constantly, nor take it to bed with me (unless hubby is away in which case I always take a phone to bed with me, Crackberry or otherwise). It is often on silent as I can't be arsed answering every call that comes my way. I'm a little bit of a 'screener' at times, plus I get so sick of any wally calling up for any old thing. Pisses me right off. But I digress. I was trying to establish if I were addicted or not. If I was at dinner with friends, I would ignore my phone at all times, the only exceptions to this are A) I'm out and a babysitter is at home with my kids or B) I'm out and hubby is home with kids. In these instances I will look at the phone to see if it the person taking care of my kids. If it is, I answer, if not, I let the call go to voicemail, as that is why it is there!! Emails ping constantly, so much so that I have them on silent (except for one account although I don't rush to check that unless I am alone, then I don't rush, I saunter LOL). So, I'm not in a mad rush to be in contact with everybody, but, I would be pretty upset if I didn't have my Crackberry and at a bit of a loss. Although, I would be quite willing to trade it for an iphone .. which begs my next point - will the iphone be the next crackphone?? Is it brand specific or function specific? A mobile phone with the ability to check emails and connect to the web no matter what brand surely makes it capable of being addictive, no?

So, would I suffer withdrawals without my Blackberry? Honestly, yes. But, I would suffer withdrawals without any form of communication so I'm not totally sure it's the Blackberry I'm addicted to, rather I'm addicted to communicating. And that is definitely something I could never live without.

My Tattoos

So I got a new tattoo yesterday. This was number 4 in my collection. And I love it! It totally rocks! There is something so very addictive about tattoos. It seems that once you get one it is very hard to stop there. Though I did have quite a break between tatts 2 and 3. I got my first tattoo when I was 18. I wrote off my hubbys (he was only my boyfriend then!) car in a rather bad accident. I was t-barred by a van with the drivers side bearing the brunt of the impact. The door of the Commodore wrapped around my leg and my seat was moved a good foot towards the passenger side. The roof tore with the impact and the car buckled. Yet somehow I climbed out through the passenger side, walked back around to the drivers side, reached in for the car phone (it was 1995, he had a CAR phone .. he was smokin'!!) and called the BF before collapsing into the arms of the guy who hit me. The ambos were called and upon arrival they saw me drinking tea (there is ALWAYS tea available after a car accident) and asked where the driver was. I said, 'here' .. they said 'you should be a lot worse. You could have died'. I booked my first tattoo shortly thereafter .. a four leaf clover on my back. My next tattoo was about a year later. I drew a yin yang inspired design and got that one on my upper thigh. I was 19. Then there was an 11 year gap. I didn't get my next tatt until I was 30. A beautiful butterfly on my lower back. It holds deep meaning for me, too deep to go into here. And then came my latest tatt. At 31, having had my last child (last planned child anyway. And trust me, I have ZERO plans for any more) I got the longitude and latitude of the birthplace of my 3 kids. I still want at least 2 more, though I'm not sure where I would get them. My 4 tattoos are all concealable .. in fact you wouldn't know I had tattoos unless I was in my underwear .. although my latest one can be seen above the waist of my jeans. I like to be able to hide them as it gives a little mystery! I love peoples reactions when they find out I have tattoos! There is such a stigma related to people with them even though it is becoming more and more mainstream. I wonder what I will think of them as I get older, which is why each of my tattoos has a specific meaning. They're not just pictures they're symbols of different parts of my life. My own illustrated story on my body. I like that.
If you're interested ... this is where my kids were born

Busy busy

So, there is a lot of stuff going on in my world at the moment. It's so full on and I barely have time to string a sentence together. We have had the removalists in to do a quote (which I should get back today and which I am anticipating to be HORRENDOUS) and had some friends over who are young and starting out and need furniture and household stuff to show them all the things we don't want. The nanny has been booked pretty much solidly for the next few weeks so we can pack our shit (of which there is an enormous amount). Eleven years of stuff to pack up. Eeek!

We will be moving out of our house mid May into a serviced apartment in Subiaco for a couple of weeks before we make the final trip to Victoria on June 2nd. I'm not thrilled with the idea of 2 weeks in an apartment, but we are not fair from a big park and the shops are VERY close, so we will have stuff to keep the ferals amused, I hope. Plus I have a lot of people to see before we go.

On top of all this I can't switch my brain off at all anymore. It is constantly thinking about so many different things. I have a lot of personal goals this year and I refuse to fail at any of them. Which means I keep on planning in my head and trying to find the time to work at them, but I think I need to just write off the next month and try to not think about stuff.

On an exciting front though, I am about to book in for my next tattoo! I can't wait. That's part of the problem with tatts though ... it gets kinda addictive. This will be number 4 (although I am incorporating it with another one) and I am looking forward to seeing the final result. Not looking forward to the pain so much though!

Anyway, busy day ahead again. My days are always busy yet I often get to the end of the day and wonder exactly what I did all day! Most days I feel like all I am is a 24/7 Dairy Queen!!

Also, the forecast for the day in Central Vic, where we are moving to, is 2C - 12C! ZOMG!! WA just rarely ever gets that cold. The coldest day I have experienced in WA was about 1C and that was a couple of years ago! Brrrrrr! Where we are going can easily and regularly get to minus 5C!!! Not happy about that. Although, it IS perfect boots and denim weather :D

Sad night :(

Pretty sad right now. Drank a bit too much tonight and got reflective. I started executing all the final parts of our move east today. Had the removalists here for a quote ... wrote an end of lease letter to my landlord ... booked accommodation for the 'in between' period .. and rang Qantas and booked a one way ticket to Melbourne. Even had to book in the cat.

I have a list of things to do a mile long still and can't bare to face it.

I have to say goodbye to my girls and it's gutting me.

I know that leaving is the best decision I could have made for my kids, but I am so so sad right now. I love Perth. I would live here forever if I could.

Doesn't help that I keep selecting all the sad ass songs on my ipod either!

8 random facts

Okay, well, this kinda sucks as I only just posted a 5 random facts post, but I was tagged by @Fifikins to write this, so I won't disappoint :D

1. I'm left handed, which generally speaking is a sign of creativity. Watch actors in films, they are often left handed. I love being a lefty! I am however quite talented as I can do a hell of a lot of things right handed. I play tennis right handed for example.

2. I had my first kiss at 11. First french kiss at 12. Different boys too. Though the boy I kissed at 11 I went on to date on and off until I was 17. He was the first guy I ever loved. After he broke my heart constantly, he asked me (at 17) to move to Alice Springs with him. Then I broke his heart and said no.

3. I grew up in the country, which I left at 20 to move to Perth. After 11 years here, we are moving back to the country to give our kids that same unique opportunity of having the freedom and safety that comes with country living.

4. I know a lot of people but only let a select few in. These friends mean the world to me and I am fiercely protective of them. If you are judged by the friends you keep, then I must be the luckiest person around.

5. I'm a cat person. I have always had a cat. My first cat (I was 4ish) was fluffy and grey and I called him Muffin. He grew so big (we nicknamed him Horse, like the cat from Footrot Flats) that mum made me change his name. So we called him Matthew. In year 12, when I was 17, I went on a 9 day trek across Tasmania. Before I left I said goodbye to Matthew. Halfway through the trek I turned to my best friend and said, 'Matthew just died'. When I got home I ran inside looking for him and saw mum's face. He had died the day I felt it. Still brings a tear to my eye. When we moved here we got a cat, Max. Max was the most awesome cat in the world and I was so protective of him. We got him from a shelter and he climbed on top of all these other little weeny kitties to get to me. He died suddenly and without reason just before he turned 8. That was a really hard day for me. Max was my baby. I was heartbroken. Fortunately we still had Russia, our little runt putty tat, who we also picked out from the same shelter. She was beaten badly as a kitten and sustained permanent injuries. She was only 5 months old when we got her, so I have no idea what kind of a person could have done that to her! She was so tiny and shy. Scared of men for years. It was only after Max died that she came out of her shell. She is still with us, thankfully.

6. I used to work at Dick Smith Electronics. This is funny as all hell to me as I am so not tech minded! Particularly back then! I used to sell all kinds of things to people that were so geeky. I used to get abused constantly by chauvinistic men who said I shouldn't be working in a man's world. Really, they should have said I shouldn't be working in electronics cos I was useless at it, not cos I was a woman!! I did, however, specialise in mobile phones and became very good at it. I would attend all kinds of Telstra dos and was constantly called by Telstra to commend my actions after happy costumers had called them regarding my 'expertise and help'. :D

7. I have never been overseas. I am going on my first trip overseas later this year, and going ON MY OWN! No kids, or hubby for that matter! Looking forward to doing something I should have done as a teenager.

8. I absolutely love lingerie and can't stand to wear boring practical cotton undies! I like the mystery of lingerie. Knowing what I have on underneath whilst no one else does!!

So there you go. Another 8 random facts. Now I have to tag 8 more people to do this, so here goes ...

@BZB
@jackienopants
@jjprojects
@delaynie
@mercy
@bronwen
@Devyl
@velvetsarah

Have fun and enjoy!!