Be gone you germs!

I'm over it, all weekend everyone in this house has been attacked by this horrible flu. This morning meant The Man and Big Little Man are off school and work and Little Man just can not seem to beat it at all and looks to be getting worse. Made a bulk doctors appointment for all the men so we can this germ infestation out of our lives and so I can finally get some sleep. I have cured myself with Cognac, I could feel it's power as it burned it's path though all those virus germs in me, shame I can't give some to the kids. Well I could but I don't think that is good parenting.

Baa Baa Black Sheep

Above is the picture/pattern of the sheep I have had since August 2002 that I was going to make for my first born but as I'm SO organised I have now made the little lamb for my second born, as they say "better late then never". As we are both sick and sat about all day I managed to make it 1.5 days and it is so cute to see him cuddling it, he says it's going to make him feel better. The loopy wool I chose was a total pain to work with and I think I made a few short cuts as mine doesn't look as good as the pattern. But he likes it, so no complaints.

Karma

humpf... I finished the scarf, I like it and like some sort of sick karma I wake up this morning sick with the flu. Maybe I was never meant to finish the damn thing. Oh well, we mothers are not really allowed to be sick, so I'm doped myself up on a concoction of "kick your flu in the arse" drugs and battled the grocery stores this morning but now I think they are wearing off and my head feels like a brick and throat a grater, my chest hurts to breath and it just plain yuck.

So not sure if I'll be on the PC much, will knit, read and seek peace.

My son's want me to knit them something now, I'll make a scarf for Big Little Man with his name knitted in it (how daring!) and will try and make a little lamb that I think I was meant to make 5 years ago, pre the scarf anyway for Little Man...

cough, cough....

Little Nutters Playgroup turns 5!

Today our playgroup turned 5, it's amazing for myself as I am 1 of 3 original members, where the first lot of children who started there at 6-8months old, just crawling around are all off to big school. I have seen our membership grow and dwindle but we are still here, we have had a total of 31 parents and 53 kids from my count and next year will be my last year as Little Man will be off to big school too, I know I will miss it.

I love my playgroup and have made so many close friendships through the mothers I have met there, so Nutters, HAPPY BIRTHDAY to you!

The Man wants to get a new car

We are looking at getting the VW Golf Treadline through his work, this way they will cover fuel and fuel these days is going up every second I'm going to have to bike ride the kids to school! So I am all go for this new car!

The drawing in my new header

I actually got the idea to change my header after reading a comment in Rainbows blog. I searched the net for awhile but couldn't anything that would describe me and then I decided to use a drawing that I drew myself during my late teens, when I was at university.

I thought I would share the meaning of this drawing. At that time in my life I felt really alone and enclosed in a world I didn't want to be apart of, it was a place where I felt cold and naked. The crow in the picture was the "Night Raven", a fictional bird that I linked myself to in poetry, it's place in the drawing was that although dark and harsh as ravens/crows may seem, it had the ability to be free of this enclosed room through the only window available. I pinned up the picture in my room and not long after, and maybe a combination of meeting The Man, I released I was never trapped by the world but by myself, once I let go off those feelings I was a new person and it is who I am today.

I never kept any of the other pieces of art work I did except this one, I like to look back on it and now see the shell I left behind and that I am as free as my heart wills. I'm still boring but I can be exciting like one of those playground things that makes you go round and round till your hysterically dizzy and just want to do it again.

But I am the Boring SAHM so to end...I knitted a whole ball of yarn on my 4 year old scarf, it's half done now!

And so a year has past

As of yesterday I have successfully maintained my weight loss for 12 months. I'm actually 800g heavier then I was 12 moths ago but I think that still classifies as maintaining. I would like to see me lose the extra 2 kilo's I put on thanks to my holidays, but I know if I just put in some effort it will go. I read that 98% of people who lose a significant amount of weight will put all but 5% of it back on, so I'm chuffed that I'm in the 2% of non-gainers

It has been so damn cold lately I have decided that it was time to finish the scarf I started knitting in 2003, it's always been a work in progress but I will finish it! If I don't finish it, the wool that I'm using will go out of fashion, it's a wonder it already hasn't!

I'm boring today, I shall bead and knit and drink tea and sit about enjoying the peace that I have been given today as all the men are at work or school.... yeah to me!

Update: 3.45pm -
Well it seems although quite a boring day turned out to a little productive. My lovely friend Rainbow sent me a copy of her Creative Beading magazine a few weeks back, when I pulled it out of the envelope I went "aweeee" (yes I actually did!) at the beautiful bracelet that was on the cover (picture on your right), I knew at once I wanted to make one just like it. So off I went to my local crappy beading outlets and as usual I could not find anything I really liked but settled on some very beachy shell pieces in one colour and decided to make just a simple version of it.

Today I was going to just eye pin all the beads and do the rest another time, but I was too curious to see how it would turn out and whipped it up in an hour. I really assumed it would be super easy, which it sort of was, but it was rather fiddley and my long finger nails didn't help. I think I like it. It's more of a summer piece with my little thong, shell and starfish charms and I wanted to ask one of Little Man's preschool teachers their opinion as I was still undecided, but I chicken out. It looks much nicer on then in this picture (even though it is ON in that picture). How do they make them so glamourous in magazines...

Update: 6.53pm- New picture of bracelet:


As for the knitting of the 4 year old scarf...umm did 2 lines.

Bookclub Review: Nineteen Minutes - Jodi Picoult

Synopsis:
In this emotionally charged novel, Jodi Picoult delves beneath the surface of a small town to explore what it means to be different in our society.
In Sterling, New Hampshire, 17-year-old high school student Peter Houghton has endured years of verbal and physical abuse at the hands of classmates. His best friend, Josie Cormier, succumbed to peer pressure and now hangs out with the popular crowd that often instigates the harassment. One final incident of bullying sends Peter over the edge and leads him to commit an act of violence that forever changes the lives of Sterling’s residents.
Even those who were not inside the school that morning find their lives in an upheaval, including Alex Cormier. The superior court judge assigned to the Houghton case, Alex—whose daughter, Josie, witnessed the events that unfolded—must decide whether or not to step down. She’s torn between presiding over the biggest case of her career and knowing that doing so will cause an even wider chasm in her relationship with her emotionally fragile daughter. Josie, meanwhile, claims she can’t remember what happened in the last fatal minutes of Peter’s rampage. Or can she? And Peter’s parents, Lacy and Lewis Houghton, ceaselessly examine the past to see what they might have said or done to compel their son to such extremes. Nineteen Minutes also features the return of two of Jodi Picoult’s characters—defense attorney Jordan McAfee from The Pact and Salem Falls, and Patrick DuCharme, the intrepid detective introduced in Perfect Match.
Rich with psychological and social insight, Nineteen Minutes is a riveting, poignant, and thought-provoking novel that has at its center a haunting question. Do we ever really know someone?

My Review
I really enjoy reading Picoults books, the last one was slightly stagnate but this was another great read. After reading it I was inclined to dig out my copy of Bowling for Columbine to remind me the story behind this book was real once and wonder if things have changed, would a person still feel inclined that the only way to make a point was to go on a shooting rampage?

Australia has one serious shooting rampage, Port Arthur totally unprovoked and sadly classified a massacre. The reaction saw our federal government implement firearm control and we have no way of knowing if in the long term it will hope these sort of things, as if you wanted to get your hands on a gun I'm sure you could. But in my own life I can say I have only seen a "real" gun because my brother is a police officer, if he wasn't I'm sure I would live my life never having seen or handled one and that wouldn't be a bad thing.

Another thing that the book brought out is bullying and in one part of the book it stated that every child will remember vividly a school bully or when they were victimised. I do, it was nothing horrible but left me embarrassed and permanently cautious. We try and teach our kids it's wrong to pick on others, those different from ourselves but then in the real world we see big corporation squash the little ones, people with money and power getting away with what other would not, like Paris Hilton worming her way out of prison (thankfully they threw her back in). We see big cars pushing and jumping in front of little cars, I suffer this daily as I choose not to drive a four wheel drive. Kids see the advertised brands as better, so it's hard but deep down I think we know good from bad, oh we can only hope.

So "Nineteen Minutes" gets a thumbs up and a happy face from me :D

The Man-in-laws

Yesterday was the great BIL2 40th birthday, all went really well and I think that everyone enjoyed themselves. I progressively drank an entire bottle of red wine on my own, yes 750mls of Merlot down the hatch would make any situation look good! But there always has to be one thing that has to spoil the day.

I'm not sure if I shared the time I had a disagreement with my BIL4, we shall call him "Nean" after Neanderthal because his not far removed from this species of man. I even think he looks like one. Well, Nean came over 12 months ago for a hair cut and to collect some discs from The Man did for him, The Man was sleeping as he was in between night shifts so Nean had no one else to talk to but myself, poor me! Without getting into to much detail, he started a conversation where only his opinion was correct, he progressively upset me and as I was expecting Fella (my best girl) coming from Melbourne at any moment, so I asked him to leave, yes I was a little rude but at that point I was holding onto my rage with everything I had in me. He then said something about respect and went and to dob (yes like a 5yr old) to The Man. Big girl as I am, I stood in front of the bedroom door and said that it was an issue between he and I and to leave The Man out of it, in which he SHOVED me out of the way, scream and woke The Man and then left.

Now I admit I was rude but he started the argument and kept pushing it when I asked him to stop and as I live a simple life when the walls are crashing in, you get out. He was in my home, he had to go. So after a month of being told off by The Man to "learn to shut your mouth" and then being ostracised by the in-laws as they took Nean's side ("Oh poor me mummy, the 58 kilo bitch threw me (110 kilo), a grown man out of her house! I am the victim, whoo is me!!" Note: we never explained or shared our side of the story, if the in-laws found out it was all Nean. I let it go, no point fighting a dead battle, but oh no, he just can't let it go can he, such a big grown man he is. He couldn't, after 1 whole year, 12 months, 365 days, he couldn't let go of his anal attitude to come over and celebrate his older brothers birthday because it was at my house and although he had been invited (thus meaning, I never said he was never allowed back and had let sleeping dogs lie - I'm so full of analogies today!) he didn't come, his reason to the birthday boy...I feel uncomfortable at that house.

Oh I just hate putting in effort to feel like crap, I'm simple, I'm an optimist and this sort of crud is beyond me as life is too short. My family would have got over something like this in less then a week, my friends would have got over it with a phone call, but not Nean - what a dick!

I just want to rid it all, for a while there The Man was so disgusted with his own family we were ready to pack up and move 800km north and far far away from them all, but I said no, things will settle...who was I kidding. Now Nean's son#1 is having his Holy Communion (these people are not "Catholic"/Christian in any way) in 2 weeks. The Man wants to boycott, I want to be bigger and better and prove that I have a spine that stands straight and do not feel uncomfortable in his presence, which is the truth, but then again I just couldn't be bothered, if he doesn't want us in his life, so be it...you win Nean, I never wanted you in my life you just came part of the marriage deal and if The Man is ready to forget you, so can I.

Nean....who????

You, Yes YOU! You have been tagged!

If you are reading this now and you have a blog you have been tagged.

Sad as it is this is the only way I can tag as I share similar blog friends, so if you would like me to read your tagged 7 random things, please leave a comment and I will follow you to your blog and then maybe we can be friends!

I have been tagged

Okay this is my first ever blog tag I have participated in so I'm sure that I'm doing it all wrong right from the beginning. But here is goes anyway:

The rules: Each person tagged gives 7 random facts about themselves. Those who are tagged need to write on their own blog those 7 facts as well as the rules of the game. You need to tag 7 other people and list their names on your blog. Then you leave those you plan on tagging a note in their comments so they know that they have been tagged and to read your blog.

So 7 random things about boringsahm:

1. Some weirdo Mauritian tradition ensures that all girls have their first names begin with Marie, I am Marie-Sonia, my sister is Marie-Christine, my mother is Marie-Solange, but in Mauritius you do not use your first name but your middle name, thus meaning I am not really Marie-Sonia.

2. Big Little man's personality is so much like mine it scares me and this is also the reason we clash 90% of the time, you think we would get along but we just dont.

3. My first car was a canary yellow Toyota that I crashed into a mini-van which rolled twice and ended on it's sides and the passengers crawled out the broken windscreen, thankfully no one was killed. The Toyota hardly had any damage to it.

4. I love Blogging but it scares me to death that The Man will find out and freak out because I kept it a secret, it's the secrecy though that makes it so exciting.

5. When I was 14, I read Stephen Kings novel " Misery" from it's first page to it's last page in 6 hours, I never put it down (not even on the loo) and it was the book that started my love of reading.

6. Bright Orange is my favourite colour but since the 80's it's rather embarrassing to wear.

7. I once believed I was a poet, I called myself the 'Night Raven', one day I may share one of my sad poems with you all.

Okay I need to tag others, what happens if I have no one to tag?

This is for Rainbow

Hugs just for Rainbow

And by the way, I will do your tag soon, but I seem to be having trouble finding others to tag..I need more blog friends!

I made this bracelet and pendant for my mothers friend. I'm not very fond of the colour green and had to go out of my way to find some green beads, but I'm sort of pleased with the final product.

Hello Winter

Today is the first day of winter and it was a beautiful crisp day, blue skies with no clouds, slight breeze and blazing sun, of course working at it's maximum winter power of about 18 degrees.

Whilst helping our with Kinder today a little boy who always seems to crave attention told me that he wished I was his mum, it was so cute and a wonderful compliment as most of the time I feel like I am doing a shocking job of being a mother. Later whilst the kids were being read a story by the librarian the teacher explained that said little boy needs a break as his parents were in a bitter divorce, where they split him up between themselves and he has no stability. She said that she has to send 2 notes as they never talk to each other so if one parent got a note from the school they wouldn't tell the other about it if it was there time to care for him.

Poor little boy, he seems so happy and so much potential but I can see now that no one sits with him to show him how to write and sound out words, why and how can a parent be so selfish to their own child? I know in my heart that if anything came between me and The Man that I would place myself last, I just couldn't hurt my kids because my life didn't succeed as I planned. Of course this would not occur as I don't believe in divorce personally (for myself) as I knew when I married it was for the long haul and we both agree to work through all things, we are true mates and I think this helps. We have expectations of each other but discuss them, talking is always the key and trust is the lock. If you break the lock, I believe you will always have a hard time getting that key to work again, and if you manage to fix the lock or even replace it, it's never the same as the first one.

Off to bed, off to finish reading my latest book by Jodi Picoult, 'Nineteen Minutes'. Will give a review soon!

Oh and I think I have bitten off more then I can chew as I have promised to host The man's brothers 40th birthday - OMG what was I thinking?