tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883544118591607722023-11-17T04:53:24.586+11:00A life of Charming Moments by Miss PrudenceMiss Prudencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17221866676164942968noreply@blogger.comBlogger445125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388354411859160772.post-4153250523406242532016-09-04T17:49:00.000+10:002016-09-04T17:49:17.681+10:00Fresh New Chapter<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Hello?<br />
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It has been a while, over a year in fact. Over a year since I abandoned blogging to manage a run away train aka my life. I am back looking at this tired old dear of a blog, wondering if I should renovate her or cut her loose into the bloggersphere.<br />
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Maybe just one more shot. Just another try.<br />
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So 2015 was life changing, for me and my family. Mr G and I parted ways and our family home was sold. We are still the best of friends and I am proud to say there was no need for Lawyers, everything was and is amicable and fair. Our children, all now in high school are travelling well through this new frontier of "mum's house" and "dad's house" - which is what really makes me sad, as it is no longer "home", it's mum's or dad's.<br />
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Last year was incredible and if there is one thing I have learned, is that nothing is certain and if the universe has you in its sights, there is no where to run. When I was in high school, I was young rebellious thing with a taste for adventure and no fear of speaking my mind. One day in Year 7, a friend brought this boy over to our group and it was love at first sight, well for me at least. Time went on and this boy would walk me home, get rid of poor choices of date for me, stare down bullies that picked on me, smoked with me down the alley behind the school but never, never would he ask me out. Not long after we both ran away from school at too young an age ( I tell you, I was one rebellious punk girl) I bumped into him at a Pub in which we were both under age drinking in, but knew the bar staff well, hey the good old 1980's a very different time! My heart pounded as it always did when he was near, I sided up to him and gave him attitude and cheek, and soon we were both engrossed in conversation for over an hour. Next thing his mate tapped his shoulder to go - my high school sweetheart jumped up, kissed my forehead and whispered "I have always had a soft spot for you". That was the last I saw of him.<br />
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Fast forward 30 plus years. Taking respite in QLD last year, I met this boy for lunch. Eyes locked, hearts pounded and we have been inseparable since. I am with the love of my life.<span id="goog_77639722"></span><span id="goog_77639723"></span><br />
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My life is so very different now. So much is different. I have a wonderful new home, so very different to the old one. I love this house and am thoroughly enjoying making it a home. My kids are still thriving. I am with the love of my life. I do so many new and varied things. In fact, I honestly feel that I have found myself again. And it feels good.<br />
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Miss Prudencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17221866676164942968noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388354411859160772.post-9649100306573318912015-01-17T08:53:00.000+11:002015-01-17T08:53:36.761+11:00Not so listless<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Sewing: <span style="color: #444444;">Afore mentioned cushion covers</span></span></span></span></div>
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Wishing: <span style="color: #444444;">I was at the beach</span></span></span></span></div>
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Enjoying: <span style="color: #444444;">throwing stuff out - finally starting to feel a bit more room around me</span></span></span></span></div>
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Waiting: <span style="color: #444444;">For Monday when I commence a new job! I am returning to mental health and feel super excited</span></span></span></span></div>
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Liking:<span style="color: #444444;"> That this Summer is not so scorching</span></span></span></span></div>
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Wondering: <span style="color: #444444;">Why there aren't better movies on TV. After all so many have been made.</span></span></span></span></div>
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Loving: <span style="color: #444444;">Riding my bike that has laid dormant for a year</span></span></span></span></div>
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</a>Hoping:<span style="color: #444444;"> I will lose a kilogram this week, my weekly hope since forever</span></span></span></span></div>
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Marveling:<span style="color: #444444;"> Over my new Samsung phone and how clever I am getting with it</span></span></span></span></div>
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Smelling:<span style="color: #444444;"> Fresh air. Throwing all the windows open and loving the fresh breeze flowing through my home</span></span></span></span></div>
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Wearing: <span style="color: #444444;">Dresses, simple and easy, I love the dress</span></span></span></span></div>
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Following: <span style="color: #444444;">Pip at Meet me at Mikes, always</span></span></span></span></div>
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Knowing: <span style="color: #444444;">That it is all good and time is too valuable to waste</span></span></span></span></div>
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Holidays at home, what a great time to catch up on doing things in your own city. Today my middle kid and I boarded a train headed for Flinders St station CBD with the intent of catching an exhibition.<br />
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Excitedly we headed over to Federation Square (one of my favourite public spaces) to catch the MAMBO exhibition over at ACME. MAMBO has been a great Australian brand of surf gear that has always provided a unique take on what art is and a clever edge of satire on the Aussie culture. If you are in Melbourne between now and Feb, pop in a see this great exhibit and humorous bit of Aussie surf history.<br />
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The exhibition is free to enter, colourful and albeit small it provides the history of MAMBO art.<br />
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Miss Prudencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17221866676164942968noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388354411859160772.post-57800891144157215822015-01-03T16:31:00.000+11:002015-01-03T16:31:01.484+11:00It my favourite time of the year!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I simply live for New Year! I adore starting a new diary, setting big meaty goals and assessing the previous year's goals to see what my hit rate was. Most of all I love the <i>feeling </i>of a new year - that feeling of a clean slate, endless possibilities. That feeling of<span style="font-size: x-large;"> HOPE.</span></div>
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Hope is a central construct to, growth, healing and change. In my thinking, it is the essence of <span style="font-size: x-large;">LIFE</span>.</div>
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This year I hold so much hope. I am wracked with excitement. So many wonderful things lay ahead planned and unplanned. So much to feel good about. I am going to fill my life this year with colour, difference, change and worth. Can't wait to get into it!! </div>
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2014 was an interesting year, some of my goals fell flat but others zoomed through! </div>
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It was an awful year for my husband who faced big career challenges and still does. He survived the stresses and is only a little unbalanced now. Just a little! </div>
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Martha and I went to a mega concert and saw the divine Katy Perry. It was amazing, it didn't feel like a huge concert despite the size of the corwd and that wonderful woman had the room bopping around to her songs - there was so much love in the room!!! I want to adopt Katy Perry.</div>
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Christmas arrived and almost caught me off guard! Never have I been under the pump to get things done. Never! By Christmas arvo I crashed for a big nap. I think we might change how we do Christmas at little for next year...A roast dinner doesn't feel that speccie to me anymore despite the traditional feelings.<br />
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Soon after Christmas, I left my job at local govt. It was really hard as I ADORE my work pals soooo much. But I needed a change and wanted to get better direction. So I have taken on a new role, I will be returning to mental health with a new initiative. A lot of my pals were on leave on my last day, but I was still taken out to lunch and received a lovely card bursting with well wishes and these GORGEOUS flowers! White and green! How did they know!? <br />
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By New Years Eve, Martha and I - in fact the whole family were tired and ready to kiss 2014 goodbye! We all made it to midnight at a friend's place. Mr G and I both chose not to drink and challenge ourselves to be social without booze - turned out most of our friends did the same! It was a great night but it was even better to hop into bed with a cup tea and good DVD at 1am. <br />
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2015 is going to be awesome and I plan to blog blog blog, instagram and Facebook like crazy! So see you all around soon and Happy New Year!!!</div>
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Miss Prudencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17221866676164942968noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388354411859160772.post-11081501256111163772014-10-15T13:19:00.000+11:002014-10-15T13:35:30.797+11:00Not that I am complaining!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Well let me tell you, the craziest things are happening with me!<br />
Not only do I have all these crazy changes going on like insane weight fluctuations : I lose 3kg in a week then 3 weeks I am 5kg heavier, after retreating to the fainting couch in despair the next week I am back to being at square one. And spending the most of Winter sleeping like a starfish beached on top of the doona, sleeping the slumber of the damned , thankfully I have finally found an anti-depressant and a natural supplement that works. Now I have deep, wonderful heatless sleep ahhhhh. <br />
Oh and I don't get PMS that sends me looking for the ice pick! <br />
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But the crazy new, GOOD thing is my nails!<br />
I have never had good strong nails. They peeled and chipped and never grew. Granted I am using a nail hardener but man! I have talons!! <br />
Like salon worthy nails.<br />
I played around with a French Mani at home - but I am sooo off to the salon.<br />
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My detox is going ok - few blips : damn you Book Club and those grape loading witches! The Book Coven meets and the grape and bubbles flow along with chocolate and cheese.<br />
We love it.<br />
Yes we do.<br />
We just read The Goldfinch 800ish pages. Sooooo long. Not bad though. Have you read it?<br />
This month we are reading Tim Winton's Eyrie.<br />
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So detox back on and this week is going well. I am feeling a wee bit better.<br />
And glamorous with my glossy long nails!<br />
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Miss Prudencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17221866676164942968noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388354411859160772.post-53958923532722247582014-09-28T08:46:00.000+10:002014-09-28T09:18:59.200+10:00Yes, I am really going to do it<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I am going to go on a <span style="font-size: large;">Detox</span>!<br />
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You see I eat well, I also exercise but I feel crap. Really flat.<br />
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It is that my body is changing. Changing in its biggest way since puberty. Mood swings, sleep changes, body shape change, night sweats and the menstrual cycle that I could once set my clock by has gone haywire. Truly, put it all together and it feels like misery. Plus I am terrified I will look in the mirror and see i have transformed into an old crone!<br />
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Yes I am talking about Menopause - Peri menopause, whatever, either way I have stepped through that "lady doorway" that comes with a whole heap of aging baggage and I hate it. I am pretty young for it actually say the stats, but according to my mum both my Grandmothers went through very early and my mum in her late 40's. So, according to the family tree, I am on the biological , hereditary track of correctness. I went to the GP and she confirmed it . Bwwwahhhh! I don't wanna be old!!<br />
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I have just finished my contract at work *sniff*, something else to moan about. So I am having a few weeks off before I return to the same place as a casual staff member. So it is time to <span style="font-size: large;">Detox</span>!<br />
Nope, I am not giving into this epoch of change that is so socially demeaned as old. No way. <br />
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Luckily I have a good friend who is a <span style="background-color: white;">Natropath and lives in the real world. By that I mean she gets that it is not practical to change everything overnight, throw out food and demand a family of teens and tweens eat vegan -who would them in return overthrow my leadership and anarchy would reign! My friend also gets I need to take medications that are pharmaceutical and vital to maintaining a balanced mental health. I once went to another alternative medicine specialist and it cost me bomb, she wanted change every aspect of my lifestyle and I failed in the first week. It took me two years to bring myself to finally throw out the supplements ( now out of date) she prescribed. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;">So a gentle detox I shall go! </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;">I am starting it on Monday. 2 very noisy members of the household will be gone and I will be left with 2 ambivalent teen boys, which pretty much means I will be left to do what I want! </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;">I am really looking forward to this - I have my drops and supps, have my natural bristle brush for dry skin brushing and I am going to look for ways to cut right back on the gluten. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;">Oh to not feel like my name is Mrs Slugworth! Glory Be! Goodbye Chardy! Hello feeling good!</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;">So I will see you on Monday and you can see how I start the journey with me!</span><br />
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Miss Prudencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17221866676164942968noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388354411859160772.post-76532708763972467992014-09-23T17:18:00.002+10:002014-09-23T17:19:33.893+10:00I am just a sucker for a cool looking label<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Miss Prudencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17221866676164942968noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388354411859160772.post-85978942946889910042014-09-19T09:30:00.002+10:002014-09-19T11:29:12.284+10:00The gift that keeps on giving<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
No I am not talking about something you can wrap up and hand to someone. In fact once you give it away , you will never have any idea who gets it. But rest assured your gift will make a <span style="font-size: large;">big</span> a change in someones' life, maybe even save a life. Yes I am talking about giving blood.<br />
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My husband (Mr G) has been a devout blood donor since he was 17. He has recruited many converts over the years and in fact, he gets really happy and excited about being a donor - he is like that. This week we read a shocking Face Book post from one of Mr G's oldest friends, and one of his converts. Our friend of over 25 years announced that he will no longer be able to continue being a blood donor as through blood screening - it was identified that he has blood cancer.<br />
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He also urged all his friends to continue donating blood or start. Within hours Mr G has us booked in giving. The staff are fabulous and welcoming, it doesn't take long at all. Afterwards you get treated with milkshakes and other goodies. Then you leave feeling super good. So if you haven't done this, get your skates on and book in! <br />
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Miss Prudencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17221866676164942968noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388354411859160772.post-76076626821638075792014-09-16T08:20:00.001+10:002014-09-16T08:20:45.845+10:00Glow little lantern<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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For many years our family has enjoyed a "cheap eat" dining out experience as a weekly treat. We started this when kid #1 was a bub. Our "go to" venue was usually on Victoria Street Richmond ( an inner Melbourne City suburb) which is dominated by Vietnamese businesses. <br />
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When we started this "tradition", dubbed by our then toddler as "noonies", it was a super cheap eat - usually $15 for the 3 of us because kid #1 just shared noodles from our plates. By shared, I mean covered himself with them, at the end of the meal Mr G would carry the little guy out into the street and shake him clean. What a mess he made! But the proprietors would never bat an eye, but instead gush over our cute little guy enthusiastically.<br />
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Our family grew and we began to try out other restaurants, our kids grew so did their capacity to eat more, inflation hit these usually cheap restaurants - prices increased and our cheap eat increased in $. Nonetheless, the 5 can still has "noonies" for under $80. We don't do it weekly anymore, but it still feels traditional when we do.<br />
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Our current fave restaurant is Ha Long Bay, where the decor is lovely with big photographic murals of rural Vietnam and these beautiful lanterns clustered in at the rear of the restaurant. I love dining out in Victoria Street, the smells, the sights and regardless of what restaurant you patronise, you can count on a friendly, warm welcome. If you are ever in our lovely city make sure you visit Victoria Street.<br />
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Miss Prudencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17221866676164942968noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388354411859160772.post-43611448760181783122014-09-14T23:05:00.002+10:002014-09-15T11:29:16.512+10:00Hey! Watch Fatty run!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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"Hey watch fatty run!"<br />
Those words are so etched in my mind even after all these years.<br />
Some mean boy at primary school laughing at me, a chubby 8 year old running in the school athletics carnival. Worse, the seeing the Assistant Principal (and yeah I am going to name and shame you old man!) Mr O'Neil laughing too. Oh the shame of it! I don't remember the boy's name, but I certainly remember my tears burning down my cheeks, red hot with humiliation. My athletic prowess never really improved from there. I tried netball but that was a bit of a fizzer due to "mean girls" factor. Little Athletics bombed out too. Even my own father couldn't hide his embarrassment as I galloped awkwardly through a running race a minute after the gun went off ( they really should tell newbies about the starters pistol). Then in grade 6 came the dreaded cross country - I came last out of the whole school. Again, as I crossed the finish line, aching with a stitch in my side there was Mr O'Neils' mirth in my face. <br />
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So running is not something I ever considered doing. In fact exercise and me have never really embraced. I have probably been scared of the potential humiliation. After having my third baby, some years ago, I started playing netball and played for 5 years but there is always a mean girl isn't there? Sure enough, my team, due to players coming and going was eventually taken over by mean girls and that was the end of that. Watching the "mean girl" factor weed out the chubbier mums, I finally snapped - I just don't take that crap anymore so I told the main mean girl off and walked off the court. <br />
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About a year ago I started seeing a Personal Trainer and boy it has helped my confidence. One day we were training in the park and I got there a tad early and she was still with a client. I joked I would warm up on the "treadmill" and off I jogged around the footy oval.<br />
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One lap I ran, then two laps - it was incredible! I was running! It wasn't killing me! Inside me was this little girl singing " look at me!! I am running!!!<br />
Look at me!<br />
I CAN run!"<br />
Yes, fatty was running.<br />
I felt strong, I felt powerful. <br />
Over the next few weeks I built up to 4 laps, then 5 , then 6 and then I was really sick of running in circles. But then it occurred to me, on my bucket list, which is FULL of crazy shit - I had included run a Fun Run.<br />
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Yes! I was going to run a fun run!<br />
Immediately I searched for Fun Runs - I found the MS Fun Run 5km or 10 km. 10km?! Be serious. One of my oldest and dearest friends has MS so this was the one!<br />
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In June this year I ran a 5km Fun Run. It was raining and muddy. I had to stop a few times. I finished in 38.4 minutes. I raised $600 for MS . I have never been so proud of myself ever.<br />
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Miss Prudencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17221866676164942968noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388354411859160772.post-11771925970020584602014-09-08T21:00:00.001+10:002014-09-08T21:00:59.300+10:00Taking Stock...about time too!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Reading again has been a source of joy too. Over the last few years I saw my status of "avid reader" fall off to hardly reading one or two books a year. This year I started up a Book Club with a few friends, it quickly grew to 8 or 9. I am truly enjoying it, meeting monthly discussing the style of writing, the plot and ideas that possibly lie behind it. It has spurred me back into reading and already my 2014 goal of reading 10 books has been surpassed.<br />
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In May I started the "Blog with Pip" course. I bombed almost immediately. I was so overwhelmed with the speed of social media posts and my lack of comprehension of techo stuff - I simply gave up. Today, saw of Facebook that I wasn't alone and a few other bloggers are giving it another crack. So, maybe I will too.<br />
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So starting with taking stock of some good things this year.<br />
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Reading : <a href="https://www.facebook.com/NicoleTrope">Nicole Trope</a> books on my Kindle<br />
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Enjoying: My gradual come back to being creative and seeking knowledge<br />
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Feeling Chuffed: that I read 3 books on the weekend<br />
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Cooking: a lot of pumpkin cheesy Mac for the kids<br />
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<span style="background-color: white;">Frustrated: that I don't know how to paste pictures into my blog or have the tech skills to make it look good, that I know so little about technology. </span><br />
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Happy: that Spring is here<br />
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Making: baby pants for some new twins<br />
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Drinking: T2 Pumping Pomegranate Tisane, iced.<br />
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Wondering: if I will ever lose weight.<br />
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Admiring: so many clever blog designs<br />
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Wishing: I could get motivated to match the speed of my ideas<br />
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Hoping : that my head will get straight and clear and I can start learning new things on the computer<br />
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Pondering : another fun run. June saw me achieve 5km Fun Run. It is one of my greatest achievements.<br />
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Nervous: about finding permanent work. My contract is almost up and now I will need to look for more work. The climate does not feel good and I always start doubting my abilities when I am out of work.<br />
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Needing: more sleep. I have entered a new physiological phase in my life that is accompanied by night sweats, broken and restless sleep and a crazy cycle.<br />
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Concerned: by world news. The more I watch the news the more I feel panicked.<br />
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I will stop here as I am feeling unsure about where to go now. I am feeling bothered that my photos and skills just don't have what it takes to create and interesting blog, so slowly, slowly catch a tiger. I think I might start experimenting with a few ideas and hopefully that may culminate into some pretty changes around this space. So thank you for popping in after all this time, so lovely to see you.<br />
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Miss Prudencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17221866676164942968noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388354411859160772.post-23355737127708263492014-05-05T20:45:00.001+10:002014-05-05T20:45:52.053+10:00Monday Me Day<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Today I had a wonderful Monday. <br />
I slept a wonderful deep sleep and awoke fresh.<br />
I went for a 2.5km run and then went to my Personal Training Session ( what?! You say. "you are RUNNING" - Yup, and I will post about that later).<br />
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I came home and started to prepare for meeting a pal for coffee, that's when "it" erupted.<br />
A cluster of cold sores.<br />
I immediately sent a text taking a rain check for coffee.<br />
Luck would have it, the zovirax actually was where I thought it would be!<br />
Surely this was a sign?<br />
I had been so good and this was my reward.<br />
This called for some celebration whilst the magic cream did its work. <br />
I snuggled down for a relaxing afternoon, sewing in ends of a crocheted rug I am making and sipping spicy chai.<br />
There was a cheesy midday movie to watch (yay), it was raining outside, but warm and safe inside.<br />
What a wonderfully simple day. I took in every moment of it and feel so good.<br />
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How was your Monday?<br />
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Miss Prudencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17221866676164942968noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388354411859160772.post-86764741193712201222014-05-04T12:52:00.000+10:002014-05-04T12:52:09.891+10:00A picture Paints a thousand words and sometimes sends you screaming!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
It has been a while since I blogged, probably the biggest break I have had since I started this little blog way back. You see I have been a bit "blah" about blogging, my mojo seemed to up and go. I haven't really crafted much either and not understanding how to upload my photos from my new phone (which is the main camera I seem to use lately) has really reduced post fodder.<br />
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I have however, been actively embracing change in my own life. You might recall I went to Perth in the summer. A trip that gave me a wonderful opportunity to meet up with one of my favourite bloggers Bronwyn from <a href="http://meetmeatmikes.com/">Taylor Made</a>. We caught up at a local cafe in Mandurah, along with me I took my eccentric MIL who entertained us with her crazy stories. It was a lovely day, we went from virtual friends to real life friends and of course, as bloggers do - we took photos. <br />
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And you know how they say a picture paints a thousand words? Well Bronwyn looked beautiful but who was the blimp next to her? Holy snapping turtles!!!! It was ME! The picture screamed at me "HEY FATTY BOOM STICKS"!!!! OMG!! <br />
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It certainly put a rocket under me and I have taken on a new attitude to living. Hooley dooley, how the hell did I get this fat? <br />
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Well let me tell you how. It all comes down to not looking after my mental health. I have blogged about my anxiety disorder in the past, so some readers might be familiar with this GAD (generalised anxiety disorder). Ironically, I am a mental health worker who works with folk in their recovery.<br />
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So the time had come for me to walk my own talk.<br />
My mental health is very driven by hormonal swings, PMS (hide the ice picks) is just awful, pregnancy and post birth ugh! But now I am in a peri -menopausal phase and it SUCKS like nothing else has sucked before!<br />
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Not long before this photo, I had a spate of panic attacks - one was so severe that I raced to my GP at 8.30am thinking I was having a heart attack. Stupidly, I mistook it for a panic attack. I got over it and went along with business, just dealing with the swings as they rose and dipped. This photo came along and then, only then through the tears and sobs did I finally admit I was really really miserable. It was time for action and big change.<br />
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So here I am, a little down the track and feeling the change kick in. I won't bombard you all with a HUGE post of my changes, I'll save that for the coming weeks. I will say though, that old expression "scales fall from my eyes" - indeedy! I have never felt so good in my life, things look so different.<br />
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So about that blogging mojo? I am going to start a course with<a href="http://meetmeatmikes.com/"> Pip</a> so I am hoping to learn some new things about blogging to spruce up my style and move on into the wave of blogging. So, I am back friends and looking forward to connecting and sharing some more.<br />
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Miss Prudencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17221866676164942968noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388354411859160772.post-74789267387794486752014-02-21T07:37:00.005+11:002014-02-21T07:37:51.721+11:00Thankful for...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Inspired by my friend over at <a href="http://taylormade96.blogspot.com.au/">Taylor made,</a> I thought I too should post a gratitude list, after all there is so much to be thankful for. <br />
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That I am fortunate enough to have memories of Paris<br />
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For the honour of being asked to act as advisor for Miss M's speech writing efforts for House Captain roles<br />
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For being able to make small differences in people's lives through my job<br />
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That I wake each day to a new day with endless possibilities<br />
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That when my car was rear ended in the recent wet weather a few days ago, no one was hurt and all parties were civil and understanding<br />
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For Mr G bringing me morning coffee every day ( I love you so much more for this Mr G!)<br />
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For a son making a difference through Duke of Edinburgh scheme with community service<br />
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That it is Friday<br />
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For my personal trainer who is truly the best coach I have ever met and the progress we are making<br />
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That we all slept safe and soundly last night, and will likely to do so tonight<br />
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Miss Prudencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17221866676164942968noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388354411859160772.post-21657141650535693502014-02-16T10:57:00.000+11:002014-09-23T17:19:04.936+10:00A new coat<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
As you may know, I <i>love</i> a make-over. I love making something shabby or tired and jooshing it up!<br />
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This little chair, that I thrifted years ago, has graced the front of my door for many years, but the weather has gotten to it and left it, well weather beaten.<br />
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So last week I spied a can of red spray paint I must of bought impulsively from the hardware shop once and never used. Ta dah! A perfect pop of colour for the front and it matches...<br />
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Miss Prudencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17221866676164942968noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388354411859160772.post-44707309407968845812014-02-02T11:56:00.004+11:002014-02-02T12:02:36.292+11:00It Feburary - time for 2014 to get started!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
It is February and that marks the OFFICAL start to the new year for me. I tend to fluff around in January, loll about and indulge in lazy Summer days. I think that is the way it should be. The last week is rush, rush, rush to get back to school stuff ready and then bang! February arrives and it is business time!<br />
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Well this January was a bit different for me. I worked (insert miserable, resentful face). So in the spirit of making lemonade out of lemons - Mr G, who was on leave, was given a gazillion Back to School tasks, so when it finally was my time for some annual leave in the second half of January, I only had hair cuts to deal with. <br />
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Clearly I am happy on the beach!</div>
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Now here is where is get exciting bloggers! I love the beach and feel that each Summer, in order to fulfill my inner needs, I must do something beachy. I left my run a little to late for renting a place at the beach near Melbourne and only had a choice of $5000 a week houses - nice I am sure but out of my pocket's league. Then I got creative. My in laws live in WA in a coastal town. Hmmm, they don't see the kids regularly. Hmmmm, MIL would cook and look after us. Hmmmm, I would have fun op-shopping with MIL. Hmmmmm, Tiger Air say they can get 4 of us there and back for under $1300. (For OS bloggers, Perth is on the other side of the country, a 3-4 hour flight) and 3 hour time difference, long way from Melbourne). So off we went!<br />
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Now here is the exciting blogger bit. I met up with one of my favourite bloggers!!! Bron, from Taylor Made My next post will be all about it, so I won't go into detail just yet, but boy was it fun!!<br />
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So I will leave you with a few summery, beachy pics for now - see you in a few days!<br />
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a little seal! This is the beach, right behind my In Laws home. 2, 3 swims daily!</div>
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Vintage scrabble, the 1972 version that belonged to Mr G when he was a lad</div>
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Free figs and eggs were a daily enjoyment at Gran's</div>
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Well here we are, a few days away from <span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: red;">Christmas</span></span> day.<br />
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School has finished, assemblies attended. Sports all wrapped up for the year. All parenting duties done, pressies bought, supplies in cupboards - phew! Who said we would never get there? Are the few days leading up to Christmas not the busiest and hardest? I think so. But I think there is a BIG pay off for it. If I am super organised by the two days <i>before</i> Christmas Eve, I can really join in the festivities of the Yule tide and do so with ENERGY!<br />
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We won't be having any visitors this year, just my brood. We will still have all the trimmings and hopefully it will be warm on Boxing Day so we can hang out in the backyard and feast on left overs. Bliss!<br />
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More importantly, <span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;">Christmas</span> is the time of year that heralds the end of year, it calls for goodwill and peace to all. In the next few days I will drop off a few hampers and make a few donations. Not much really of an effort in the scheme of things but at this stage it is the best I can do. I will pray for those in the Philippines and those in war zones such as Syria and other countries we hear nothing of, for their safety and care. I will pray that those who seek asylum into this country and are being held in inhumane conditions hold their hope fast and remain healthy in mind and faith - it is truly all they have at the moment until the government of this country begins to behave in a more decent manner, one that reflects the true values of Australian society. I will also pray that all road users arrive at their destinations in one piece - road fatalities are so pointless and heart breaking. I will think of those who do not have family and are alone or perhaps even unwanted - next year as my kids are bigger I hope I might be able to participate in a charity lunch for such folk. <span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;">Christmas</span> it gives me so much to think about. <br />
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So I will celebrate the birthday of Jesus, by reflecting on the year, being grateful for all I have, for all I see, for the safety my family and I enjoy and I will share what I can. <br />
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So to you dear blogger's, thank you for all your support and being part of my life. May you and your families enjoy a truly beautiful and safe <span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: red;">Christmas. <span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">See you all after the festivities. </span></span></span></span><br />
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Miss Prudencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17221866676164942968noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388354411859160772.post-9094115179525781912013-12-17T22:46:00.000+11:002013-12-17T22:46:11.443+11:00Miss M turns 10 part 2<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Whew! So busy around here ! I had great plans to blog the bananas out of December but no, it hasn't happened. December is an uber busy month for us. As you know, Miss M turned 10 and it was a blast with a Slumber Party, 6 great friends, craft, Katy Perry tunes and movies and LOTS of pizza and m and m's. I was pretty chuffed my cunning plan to get them drinking water over soft drink worked ( make anything cute looking and it appeals - Madmen know this!).<br />
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It has been an even busier year as our middle guy finishes
Primary school. HOOOOLEY DOOOLEY how the bananas did that happen!!!!
Well it has. This week he went to his Graduation Ceremony which is a
sweet lovely evening to honour Primary School Years. Mr T looked pretty
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hipsters). At the end of the ceremony they all grouped on stage and sang a song "I'll be there", which was very moving for all of us. A supper and disco followed and now there are 3 days left of his Primary School life, how fast time moves. <br />
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Of course there has also been lots of making and baking and decorating as I said. <br />
I just adore these little brown paper packages! I cut out bell shapes, stamped them up, popped a handful of Christmas lollies or Christmas peppermints and sewed them up using zig zag stitch. A crafty triumph if I do say so myself! Of course, this is not my cleverness, I spied it on Pinterest and this is my version. Gosh, there are such clever crafters out there! I made up heaps of these to hand out to colleagues at work and for Miss M to hand out to class mates. <br />
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The teachers gifts are also ready to go off this week - remember the Crocheted jar covers that made really groovy candle holders ? Well they are off to the lovely teachers along with some cute little knitted baby pants (one teacher is expecting her first bubba) that I wrapped but forgot to photograph. Do you do that? I make so much more that never seems to make it on the blog! <br />
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Our tree is up too, and thanks to Mr G the outside looks like the Griswalds live here. This year was Miss M's turn to top the tree.<br />
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Miss Prudencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17221866676164942968noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388354411859160772.post-10905486547758388812013-11-28T07:18:00.000+11:002013-11-28T07:18:04.040+11:00It's time for another Birthday Cake<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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We just had Miss M's birthday party on the weekend. We had it a little bit earlier than her actual birthday because December is such a busy month. It was a Slumber party, Martha and 4 little girls.</div>
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The BEST party EVER!</div>
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They chat and giggle and compliment each other ever so much!</div>
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They made hama bead crafts, decorated cupcakes, made fimo ombre necklaces, ate pizza, watched movies, drank water over soft drink, ate heaps of lollies, sang to Katy Perry, watched the Katy Perry Movie, expressed their love for Katy Perry. They painted their toenails and complimented me on how creative I was with the cake and decorations (oh I love them so). Please excuse the quality of the photos - phone camera!</div>
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In the spirit of my "make do with the stuff I have" - surprise surprise, I found heaps of pretty party gear stashed away. So I used that, my card making stash for the decorated water bottles. My craft stash for the activities. Left me a pretty good budget to even get the pizzas delivered!</div>
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<strike>Two</strike> 0ne and bit months from the end of the year and I thought, hhhmm - might just check those 2013 goals. And guess what ? NONE of them have been achieved! No-oh, not one. No sewing what so ever, I have started a rug though. But hmmmm....big short fall or not?<br />
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So what have I done? Certainly nothing on this list! The one I started out with!<br />
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<li><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: medium;">knit Mr G a jumper</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #ffd966;">knit me a cardigan</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #3d85c6;">learn how to knit cables </span></li>
<li><span style="color: #674ea7; font-size: medium;">sew 2 winter skirts</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #e06666;">sew bags</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #a64d79;">sew martha a dress</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: medium;">make aprons</span></li>
<li>make candles`</li>
<li><span style="color: #45818e; font-size: large;">make over my outdoor area</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #741b47;">garden </span></li>
<li><span style="color: #e06666;">finish the quilt I started</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #c27ba0;">crochet a rug </span></li>
<li><span style="color: #45818e; font-size: large;">make over my kitchen</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #a2c4c9; font-size: medium;">reclaim a buffet</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #b6d7a8;">go on a craft camp</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: medium;">make lavender ice cream</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: medium;">sew 2 tops for me</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #f4cccc; font-size: large;">use a BIG chunk of my fabric stash</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #e69138;">make all my birthday cards and have them ready and waiting</span></li>
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<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8;">4. I </span><i style="color: #b6d7a8;">am </i><span style="color: #b6d7a8;">more organised this year</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">6. Whilst I still continue to struggle with my weight, I feel good about myself and feel good about me. That's gotta be good!</span></div>
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Miss Prudencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17221866676164942968noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388354411859160772.post-810582523977074732013-11-11T20:47:00.000+11:002013-11-11T20:47:17.378+11:00Trip home<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Evening peeps! I have just got in from a loooooonnnng driving weekend. On Thursday I drove to my mum's in Canberra and then Friday we drove to Sydney to farewell my mum's sister, my Aunty Bev - who passed away after a big struggle with cancer. Later that day, after the funeral we drove back to Canberra and a few days later I drove home to Melbourne. LOTS of km's!<br />
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For all my efforts, my Mumsy spoilt me and nurtured me with food and comfort any time I was not behind the wheel. It was great. One chilly evening she tucked me up on the lounge and brought me chockies and cuppas and put on schmaltzy 1980's mini series to watch (Mum and I love watching these together and picking out all the styling issues!). Anyway, there I was tucked up with granny square rugs all made in previous years by my Mum's Mum, my Nanna, all except one.<br />
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This rug was started with my Nanna, my Dad's in the summer of 1976. I
was 9 and Nana, my darling soul mate, was not long for this world.
Nanna sat with me on the couch in her dining room and taught me how to
crochet. It took me ages to get it really going, but thank goodness I
persevered! In June the following year cancer claimed the life of my
beautiful Nan. I was 10 and devastated when she died.<br />
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encouraged every treble I stitched. It was the very first piece of
independent craft I made without any supervision as Mum didn't and still
doesn't know how to crochet and couldn't help, so trouble shooting was up to me. <br />
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evenings. Made by her little girl and it gives her comfort and memories. How cool is that? <br />
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Well I am pleased to say it is going well and I have discarded quite a bit and have reclaimed<br />
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Banana bread instead of bought muesli bars have been most welcomed</div>
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Miss Prudencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17221866676164942968noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388354411859160772.post-48314709829920748702013-10-15T13:57:00.000+11:002013-10-15T13:57:31.441+11:00Pomme De terre<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Le Pomme de terre</div>
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The Potato</div>
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And where the hell would we be without this humble staple? </div>
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Heck generations of women have raised whole families on them. So cheap and yet so versatile. Today I am going to share with you an age old recipe that Mr G and I have grown up on ( in our respective families) that took me through years of flatting and living on the smell of an oily rag, through to lazy Sunday nights when we just don't want the mess but feel like something seriously yummy.</div>
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In my family it is known as potato pancakes, in Mr G's family called it Mock Fish ( WTF? I have no idea why that family does anything!) and in some fancy dancy places it may be known as a potato rosti. Either way it is super cheap, super easy and super yummy! You might even have your own version that you have relied on for years.</div>
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Here is how I do it:</div>
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Take a few potatoes ( depends on how many of you there are) say about 4 big ones.</div>
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Big heaped tablespoon of plain flour, maybe a bit more ( scientific huh? )</div>
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1 egg</div>
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Oil to fry</div>
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Peel and Grate the potatoes.</div>
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Squeeze the water out of the grated potato flesh ( they get pretty soggy)</div>
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Mix in the egg and then the plain flour. Season with salt and pepper.</div>
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Heat the oil in a fry pan.</div>
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Drop tablespoons of mixture into the heated oil, now don't have the </div>
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heat up too high but not too low, you do want the potato to crisp up but also</div>
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Cook until golden on each side.</div>
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If you want to be posh you can add some speccie condiment and salad. Yummm.</div>
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Miss Prudencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17221866676164942968noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388354411859160772.post-64262012742415849752013-10-11T07:59:00.000+11:002013-10-11T07:59:05.326+11:00A few happenings around here...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I'll start with a little boasty, proud, look at my amazing kid, mummy moment.</div>
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This is kid #1 - he is 14.5years old and a really keen basketballer.</div>
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He is also a guy with big dreams and knowledge that he needs to fund them.</div>
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Recently, one Sunday morning he asked me could I drop him somewhere at 2pm.</div>
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Sure. Where?</div>
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I have enrolled in Referee Training. When it is finished I can ref for $15 a game pay.</div>
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I know this will require you to run me around a bit - but I would really appreciate it and </div>
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I can earn my own pocket money.</div>
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I have friends with 18 and 19 year olds who "prefer" their kids not to get part time jobs </div>
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and focus on their studies. These friends do EVERYTHING, fund EVERYTHING and often</div>
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feel ANGRY at their kids. Yet the situation remains.</div>
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I always planned on encouraging my kids to get part time work whilst at high school.</div>
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I think it is a good thing. I think it helps them learn about stretching themselves under pressure (life does that to you), develop their own work ethic and value their own money.</div>
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14.5 and he organises it himself! </div>
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Very proud mummy.</div>
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Of course Mum's Taxi service has extra fares for a few more months!</div>
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I am loving my new Turquoise Parrot whom I purchased online. I love online shopping</div>
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and do lots of my shopping online. I made a purchase with Domayne Online and </div>
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in a few clicks spent a small fortune! I was so excited about it : Florence Broadhurst Line (ahhhh </div>
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wetting my pants with excitement. a huge metal yellow flower for my wall and this fellow). </div>
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Well what a disaster! 2 months and I still hadn't received my goods. </div>
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Finally I was informed by bird and linen was in and I negotiated it to be sent to me. </div>
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Ugh! The linen was a different pattern. So then I had to take it into the city for an exchange,</div>
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only to discover the pattern I did order was graphite and beige not white like it showed online.</div>
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I throw my hands in the air and cry UNCLE! I surrender and request a refund. </div>
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They can't.</div>
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We actually are not the same as Domayne Online - we cannot refund you.</div>
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WHHAAAAAT! </div>
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So after 2.5 months later I get a refund.</div>
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I kept the bird. </div>
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He looks good to me.</div>
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My family hate it!</div>
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Not all purchases have bee failures - although this was in a shop.</div>
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At the newsgents, I notice a box of craft mags priced at $2. </div>
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I would usually walk past, cos we all know they are left overs from the 90's</div>
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and I am no longer interested in folk art or decoupage.</div>
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I have been looking for a pattern like this that goes up size 12 and when I </div>
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have had luck, it has been download PDF and what I believe to be overpriced.</div>
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So I was super excited when I found one in this pile of mags for $2!!!! </div>
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There is also about 6 other patterns I would also be keen to make.</div>
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Yeah, good buy!</div>
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Miss Prudencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17221866676164942968noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388354411859160772.post-50309069773796823822013-10-08T09:21:00.003+11:002013-10-08T09:21:43.268+11:00Let the Christmas making commence!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Whether we like or not, Christmas is almost upon us.<br />
We are over a month into Spring and Christmas items are appearing in the shops. Eeeek!<br />
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I am happy to say that I do have some gifties already purchased and I have just completed the first "hand madies". I love to give hand made items as Teachers gifts and they never fail to please and help the budget too. Miss M's teacher is a real greenie - and Martha adores her commitment to living a sustainable lifestyle and how she passes her positive attitude onto her students. Miss M diligently ensures she takes a "rubbish free" lunch daily and is always on the look out for items to recycle. Mrs Kane has been a huge inspiration to my daughter. <br />
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In previous years I have made bunting - which I still enjoy see decorating classrooms, crochet covered baubles, fabric flower brooches and yoyo necklaces - all have been received with delight. This of course delights the crafter / gifter!<br />
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This year I am making candle holders from simple recycled jam / pickle jars with crocheted covers. I have seen loads around the place and pinned a few patterns. I got <a href="http://www.lululoves.co.uk/item/crochet-pattern-jar-cosy.html">this pattern</a> off Pinterest, and here they are! With a small tea light placed inside the jar and once lit, the lacey pattern throws a lovely glow.<br />
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Used with 4ply cotton from my stash that has been laying around for at least 4 years, jars that are recycled and tea lights that work out to be about 10 cents from a huge bag purchased from IKEA years ago - this achieves an almost a neutral cost!!! Even better! <br />
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I am going to make a heap of these for presents and some for me too. The pattern was super simple and I made both of these in one evening. Simples!<br />
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