One Persons Trash Is Another Persons Treasure!

(That cupboard looks alright!)

Its council pick up time around our suburbs.  This occurs every couple of years.  Everyone puts out all their old broken shit that has been taking up space in the garage and the council comes along and takes it away – it’s bloody brilliant.  You get to avoid the rubbish tip runs, no need to hire a skip bin – just whack it out on the footpath to be collected.

Now, they say, one persons trash is another persons treasure and kerbside collections bring out the scabbers in full force.  It’s not actually illegal to pilfer through other people’s crap and take what you want.  What does shit me though, is when the scabbers come round and start pilfering as you are putting your stuff out.  Ah hello, manners folks.  If you are going to pilfer my stuff while I am still putting it out there, have the decency to say hello at least and don’t look at me as if to say ‘so that’s all you’ve got? Where’s all your good shit?’ – Oh you mean the non broken shit, yeah that’s inside my house and I am still using it as it’s not broken and being put into a rubbish pile cause well, it’s not actually rubbish, unlike this shit that I am putting out!

And where is the etiquette hey? If you are going to pilfer through my shit, don’t make a mess alright!  Take what you want but don’t throw shit everywhere!

There are some good things that are put out to so I understand why people go pilfering.  I wish I had the guts sometimes to go and get that table that was put out down the road – I would leave the stained couch and broken chairs and I wouldn’t make a mess but I just don’t have it in me.  Well I didn’t think I had it in me until I saw some pallets put out down the road.  I am after pallets for some projects I want to do and when I saw these in a pile, I had to beg Mr Cruisey to come and get them with me.  We were brave enough to do it during the day (unlike the night time scabbers – they shit me too).  As we pull up, Mr Cruisey tells me I owe him big time – yes babe I do – we start to move the big red couch that is on top and start loading up the pallets.  The whole time we are hoping the people aren’t in the house thinking ‘look at those scabbers’ (yes, yes, cause that’s what I do – the irony is not lost on me!).  We’re trying to be all stealth like and get the hell out of there.  We load up, we put the pile back neatly and off we go triumphant – well I feel triumphant, not sure if I can say that Mr Cruisey felt that way – I’ve got my pallets and I can start my next projects!

So the moral is this:

If you are going to go scabbing don’t spread the shit everywhere – take what you want and off you go – Leave the rubbish pile in some sort of order.

A safety vest doesn’t trick us, we know you don’t work for the council.

Don’t block the bloody road with your trailers – I need to get to work – move folks – I know, I know, there is some good gear there but please, let me past – NOW!

And of course, One Persons Trash Is Another Persons Treasure!

*** Let it be known that I am a huge fan of recycling alright! And I do love a good find so if I have offended anyone, well too bad, it’s my blog (thanks for reading though x) ***

and one more I couldn’t resist….

Versatile Blogger Award!

Well isn’t this exciting!

I don’t really win awards so I am going to milk this!!!!

I was nominated by a very lovely little blog called http://deprifun.wordpress.com/,  go and have a read of her blog!

It couldn’t have come at a better time as the mojo was slipping but now that I am an award-winning blog (see milking it already) I shall have to up the ante!

The Rules and  Requirements for The Versatile Blogger Award

1. Add The Versatile Blogger award photo on a blog post

2. Thank the person (or mythical being) who presented you with the award and link back to him or her in your post – no mythical being here – lucky for me!

3. Share seven things about yourself

4. Pass the award along to up to 15 favourite bloggers. Contact the chosen bloggers to let them know about the award.

So, the seven things about myself:

(this is a little hard, I have to remember what I have and haven’t

said about myself via this blog………)

1.  I have started watching re runs of Seventh Heaven – I don’t know why, it’s really kinda bad but it is so bad it is good – no need to spread this around!

2. My favourite colour is orange.  I thought it used to be blue but I don’t think it really ever was.

3. While I’m on it, my favourite number used to be 2.  I like 2,it sounds nice but I’m leaning towards 3.  3 is a strong number, I’m going to stick with 3.

4. I belong to a Charity Group called Project 24.  We advocate and raise money for women and pick a charity each year to donate to.  I have only just joined the group but it makes me feel really good!  Please go check us out at: http://project24.com.au/

5. I think I want a wedding.  It will either be a moonlit ceremony or we will elope – enough said about that (Are you reading this Mr Cruisey??)

6. I am doing Tough Mudder in August.  Crazy? Yes. Excited? Yes. Now that I have put that out there, I better keep y’all up to date!  Watch this space…….

7. Inspiration or motivation sayings shit me.  Not all of them but well most of them.  It sounds harsh doesn’t it – look I’m an intuitive, unharnessed psychic hippie but enough of the inspiration quotes – give me a funny arse quote any day!

There ya go, a few things about me.

And the 15 blog recommendations, in random order:

1. http://littlegreybox.net/

2. http://deprifun.wordpress.com/

3. http://thegoodgreatsby.com/

4. http://tattoomummy.com/

5. http://5kidswdisabilities.com/

6. http://parentingisfunny.wordpress.com/

7. http://motherhoodwtf.com/

8. http://childhoodrelived.com/

9. http://dirtyrottenparenting.com/

10. http://ivebecomemyparents.com/

11. http://dontforgettofeedthebaby.com/

12. http://sadderbutwiser.wordpress.com/

13. http://ginlemonade.wordpress.com/

14.  http://momtimes4.com/

15. http://23thorns.com/

I’d like to thank the my family and friends for their encouragement and support.  For all of the funny shit that they do that I can blog about.  I’d like to thank the media – whether it be the truth or not, there’s always an angle.  And finally I’d like to thank God – oh hang on, I thought I was on stage at an awards show ……….

Inspirational Quote !!!

It’s An Online World We Live In!

Holy shit balls! I just saw an ad on TV for Candy Crush – seriously!!!

It was an ad, for an Ap – seriously!!!!!

This is the way we are going isn’t it!!!

The world today is all about the smart phones. iPods, iTouches, HTC, Galaxy, Nokia – ok that was a swear word sorry, iPad, iPhone – i i apple, ya got the market!

Take a look around next time you’re in a public place.  How many people are on their phones?  Why bring a book or magazine – download it on your phone!  Keep up to date with whats going on in the news – in real-time – on Twitter.    Facebook, Instagram, Emails, Games – you name it, we can do it!  We can Download, we can Upload – the world is our oyster and guess what – I love it.  I reckon it rocks.

However…….. it is time consuming right?  How many of you lie in bed at night, getting set to read an actual book with paper and all and just quickly check your phone – take a quick peak at Facebook, Instagram, try and clear that bloody level you are stuck on in Candy Crush and then it leads to another level and then you are wide awak and you have fed your manic desire to Check That Bloody Phone – really, it’s not just me right?? Really?? Come on!

OK now that’s out there, I will leave you with this…..

 

GUILTY!

Feel free to follow me via Facebook – that button to the side there, Twitter – @Char2806 or on Instagram – @itsnotjustmeright/ Charmaine Rogers

Shameless Promotion it may well be!!

Guess Who’s Back, Back Again…..

Well its been a little while.  My computer decided to break down and so did my blogging mojo.  After reading around a few different blogs, apparently this can be quite normal.  I am not a writer, I’m just a working slightly, righto at times very frustrated Mother of 2 crazy, crazy cats.  Man, this parental gig just does your head in sometimes so blogging has been my escape. They do give me a lot to blog about however, I don’t always want to be ranting about them  - even as I do this right now, they are here beside me, I am typing, yelling, typing, yelling, frustration levels reaching an all time high….. FARK!!!!!!!!

Right, back to where I was.  I have been blogging for almost a year.  I have no idea what direction if any this is going, but I do know that this is a great platform to just let it all out.  Yes, I do vent a lot about the kids and it does help getting it out there and knowing you are not alone cause I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again, this parental gig is hard man!

When I don’t blog, I feel a bit blah….. Blogging does make me happy.  I can release – and we all need that right?  So I hope you hang around for the journey that this little blog is going on.  I plan to do a lot more – they may be short posts, they may be long posts.  They may be pictures of stupid things or sometimes I might get deep but either way, I am going to let it rip!

Thanks for hanging around so far and I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I do writing it.

Guess who’s, back again,

Mummas back, tell a friend,

Guess who’s back, guess who’s back, guess who’s back……

WELCOME BACK MOJO!

Get Your Listening Ears On!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

Man oh man oh man,

How many times do I have to tell the boys to do stuff?

If I average it out, it works out to be about 4 times.

How many times does Mr Cruisey have to tell the boys to so stuff?

Once!  If it happens twice and Mr Cruisey gets his growl on they run for the hills, stop, drop and listen!

How many times do I have to tell them to stop fighting?

If I average it out over the course of a day – well I lose count.  That’s because it becomes white noise after a while and I try to find my happy place (pretty bloody hard at times).  Mornings are the worst – kkiiilll mmmeeee!

How many times does Mr Cruisey have to tell the boys to stop fighting?

Once!

Hmmm I see a pattern here don’t you?

The thing that sucks about this?  My bro and I did exactly the same thing to Dawn.  I remember Dawn losing her shit at us one particular time (although Dawn may deny that she ever lost her shit…) and she got out the wooden spoon and tried to smack us.  We ran around a bit, she got a couple of whacks in and broke it over Uncle Face’s butt.  It didn’t hurt too much (lesson: don’t buy cheap wooden spoons) however, as this was going on, in walked Dad.  Dad was a mechanic.  Dad had calloused mechanic hands.  He stood 6′ 3″.  We couldn’t sit for a week (ok not that long).  That was the last smack I remember.

Even as I type this post, there is a crazy amount of chaos happening in my house – it’s killing me!!!

WILL YOU TWO FUCKING LISTEN TO ME !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  NOW !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh hang on, we got tears.  Just pushed it a little too far and then they come out and tell me what happened – do ya reckon I care right now, yeah, not so much kiddies, not so much……. Sort it out!

Anyway I’m pretty sure I am not alone.  It’s happening in houses all across the world and knowing this, keeps me sane!

There is a little shining light on the horizon – weekend to selves coming up because bloody hell….

I NEED IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

How’s your house???

Just another day in paradise..

Sunday snuggles on the couch..

and then this ad comes on TV…..

 

and then Monkeyboy says ‘ Well that’s disturbing’

 

 

And apparently Moomoo agrees!

And Monday is my day – my day to myself  - it shall consist of housework, yard work, exercise, walking The Moose, washing whoa hang on, maybe I might just put a movie on and chill…..!

Have a great week y’all

 

 

Anxious Andy…

 

We got an anxious kid.  It sucks.

We have been to a ‘hippie doctor’ as Moomoo called her, I couldn’t stand her (ex drama student, over sharer turned psychologist??) however, Monkeyboy liked her and got a lot out of the sessions.

Anyway, his fears hold him back at times – ok a bit, a fair bit at times.  When he was playing rugby there were times he would get sick or not feel like it or any excuse will do.  At first we kinds went well righto, we know you’re kinda scared and nervous righto, lets just play half a game or something.  It became a bit of a mission and then we had to take the hard-line and tell him he is letting down the team blah blah blah – look it just sucked.  He’s not playing ruby this year – surprising hey!

Anyway, it has reared its ugly head again.  He has made it into districts for cross-country.  We’re super proud and he seemed cool about it but hes actually really shitting himself!  You see, Monkeyboy is similar to his Uncle Face.  Uncle Face is a natural at sport (OK look I’m pretty bloody good too – just putting it out there) and so is Monkeyboy.  What he is not good at is being in the spot light.  He doesn’t like the pressure.  He is scared he won’t do well.  See all these fears are the same fears we all have – for him, they are just amped up!

So being a good Mum, I went and saw his sports teacher – Mr Miller.  Mr Miller told me that he knows Monkeyboy is terrified (his words) and he got one of the older kids (who happens to be the long jump champion in his age group in Australia) to have a chat with him – conclusion, still terrified – but willing to give it a shot.  Mr Miller also told me that he reckons Monkeyboy will make it to the top 15, if not the top 10.  He said he was so impressed with Monkeyboy at the first training and he also said he will be a bright star in the future – stoked Mama!

I spent last night with Monkeyboy telling me that he has a sore stomach, can I take the day off work, I can’t train – Kaching! There is what it is all about!  I sat with him, I got to the root of the problem and we discussed what we are going to do.  Poor bugger is shit scared but as I said, he can’t let the team or himself down now that he is committed.  So now, Monkeyboy and I are going to train together and he seems, well happy.  He is going to run his 2k cross-country and he is going to be outstanding and Mr Cruisey and I are going to be there to cheer him on!

Pom poms too much?

 

Not Mr Cruisey!