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Wednesday, 27 March 2013

All good thing come to those who wait....

Damn straight, like a ruler!

It took me forever to write about my big boy staying behind, and in reality it shouldn't be taking me this long to jump for the clouds in utter joy.

I made a mercy trip to Adelaide a few weeks ago. You can read about my return flight here….Flight home

I knew something wasn't right. I mean nothing was totally wrong, but it wasn't right either.
I flew and I was like a kid in a candy store by the time I picked him up. I had 48 hours of just me and him.

No interruptions.

Just me and him.
It had been a while since it was just us.

I was prepared for the teenage defence. He is 15 after all.
Nuh huh…. Barriers were down, and the flood gates open! 

We talked. I don’t mean we talked, we talk every day on the phone about stuff. I mean we REALLY talked. We talked about the situation in a pure openness that as a Mother you can only hope of. You want your children to trust you enough to talk. I had treated him like an adult and in turn got an adult conversation.

He told me his fears, I told him mine. We both cried blubbered and got snotty.
It was extremely hard leaving- with the issue unresolved. I asked him to do one thing. Think.

And by George that kid thought. It was a long week –he then delivered the words that mended my heart instantly.
“Mum, I will move to Perth.”

Of course I squealed, I'm surprised the whole neighbourhood didn't hear me. I think he thought at that moment I was totally batty. Or more batty than I had previously been. I couldn't help but repeat several times,

              “ARE YOU SERIOUS?”                                             “ARE.YOU.SERIOUS?”


My baby is coming home.
My world was right again- Full circle right!

Monday, 25 March 2013

Germ you take them on?

I am not pedantic when it comes to germs. I don’t disinfect my house using bottles of bleach. I am a firm believer that we need some germs. It is documented that no germs is actually worse for our immune system. This theory works especially well when I think of pulling out the vacuum and then don’t .

BUT I am a believer of covering your mouth when coughing, or washing your hands after blowing your nose to at least try to prevent the common cold from attacking our noses. A cold has to be the most single annoying ailment ever! A little bottle of hand sanitiser can be a god send, especially when you are treated to a public toilet whilst out and about.

I encountered an interesting situation the other day whilst out grocery shopping.

I dislike grocery shopping at the best of times.  I am not a chatter at the check out. The faster you can pack my things the better it will be….  I want out of there even before I arrive.

This particular day it was quite busy- more often than not supermarkets choose to have LESS staff on. And don’t get me started with self check outs. They are fabulous for a few items, but if I ever have weighed produce then no, they are often not fabulous and end up beeping at you to find an attendant because your product doesn’t exist or the product has jumped in to the bag itself and upset the apple cart-so to speak.
So I had too many items for self check out and really just wanted to find the quickest one to move on through and bust out of there pronto.

I find a checkout, go to unload and look up…. The girl is frantically blowing her nose into a tissue…Ughhhh cold germs… I was going to be pedantic because I could not afford to get a cold or pass one on as my youngest was having surgery the next day.

She is looking at me and waiting. I was not about to start unloading until she had washed her hands.

It was a stand-off at the check out. Eyes bearing down, both waiting.

I finally break the silence and ask if she has anything to wash her hands with. Ummm you just blew your nose and now want to touch my food? Nah huh, not on your life….

Oh it computes, and she remembers she has instant hand sanitiser at her beck and call.

Germs are one thing, but I was more shocked I had to ask for such a simple display of hygiene!

Would you have done the same? Or was I just being picky?

Thursday, 14 March 2013

Zucchini goodness-in a fritter.

Super easy Zucchini Fritters

1 large or two medium zucchinis
2 eggs
50g fetta cheese/goats cheese/tasty cheese
Optional-onion/shallots/spring onions
Rice flour for thickening
S&P to taste

Grate zucchinis and then squeeze out extra moisture
Add to 2 beaten eggs
Chop some dill or chives into the mix (or squeeze if you buy the fresh herbs already prepared) I may or not do this some times!!
Crumble cheese
Mix and then add a little rice flour at a time. You don’t want glug but you don’t want super runny either. I use rice flour purely because it doesn’t give things a floury taste when eating,plus its lighter in the finished product.
Once you have your desired taste combo going on, heat some oil over a medium pan and drop largish blobs…turn once and voila! VERY tasty and so easy.
Carrots would work well too if your kids are fussy green veg eaters.
Eat on their own as a snack or team with meat and salad…versatile little morsels of goodness!

Taking the Class out of Business Class....

Manners- and why we should all teach our children.

Do you teach your children manners? Please and thank you can go a long way, as can being courteous.
I am pleased my children know when to use manners. They are not perfect and sometimes need reminding, but generally they are pretty good. My four year old is especially mindful and answers “You’re welcome” to my thank you. It is very cute and I hope it continues.

I recently flew back from Adelaide and was thrilled when my upgrade to Business class had been approved. I had had an emotional weekend away and the thought of being pampered just a little was welcoming.
Warning though, don’t do it- I swear you’ll never want cattle class again!

Wait-Scrap that, take it every chance you can get, it was fun as far as flying goes which can be as exciting as grocery shopping before a long weekend.  Cramped irate people don’t bode well at the best of times.

Any hoo, so I am quietly enjoying the little bit of luxury ahead of me. Drinks, food, movies. Yes I know you get that anywhere, but let me tell you there is something about mixing a gold class movie experience with fine dining that is a little bit nice.

I had opted for the window seat, which is something I never do when travelling alone. I normally prefer the aisle seat so you don’t have to clamber over people to use the loo. I thought it might be nice for once to have the window plus its only one person you have to ask to move should the need arise.

Of course the need arose; a woman is not a camel! Three children will tell me that. Add to that bubbles and sav blancs being thrown around like lollies at a children’s party. I was ready to bust a move or bust something trying!

The timing couldn’t be worse, it was post food and Mr Nonchalant next to me had closed his eyes… Urghhh  I have to ask him politely to move but also to wake him up? It couldn’t wait, the hostess had been so accommodating I was in no position to just wait it out.

“Excuse me, I need to use the bathroom”

Now any normal person would just stand up out of their seat and let you pass right?
WRONG- Instead he flung, uh huh flung his legs over his arm rest and expected me to pass through without him moving… serious?
So I clamber, using the seats in front to steady myself because frankly falling into Mr No Manners seat on the way through was NOT an option!

On the return, he again has his eyes closed. Do I really want to go through that again? Ask him to move when in fact he quite clearly wont? Dammit this was MY pamper moment and this rude individual was going to spoil it for me…

No, instead I change tact. There is one spare seat, an aisle seat. A glorious aisle seat just waiting me.

I sit. The person I have sat next to is asleep. I pretend that it’s an ordinary thing to swap seats when they wake startled to find me there. I mention in a voice loud enough for Mr No Manners to hear,ive been ousted from my own seat and point back to Mr No Manners,who is still pretending to be asleep.  
The two gentleman across the aisle also hear me and had witnessed my less than elegant manoeuvre as I went past clinging to their seats. They too mention loudly that it was rude of Mr No Manners to not get up.
I felt like cheering them.
The hostess with the mostess (wine) came toward me. Was everything ok?
Yes, Mr No Manners just wouldn’t move, and this was free so well, I took it.

No problem she says, and promptly wakes Mr No Manners and instructs him to grab my belongings pronto! Another cheer wouldn’t go astray here by the way.
And she compensates me with a drink- win win. The rest of my flight being well and truly peaceful.
And to Mr No Manners, shame on you.
So tell me, what rude non mannered people have you encountered recently?