My hospital stay

I dedicate this post to the following people: (Alphabetically)
@AdrianJSClark @allesegretti @almostvisible @arwon68 @BillHarper @Brettskies @BrisbaneGirl @caitliness @caldron_baidu @calrion @capturededitor Carly B @catebolt @CatherineZahrah @djackmanson @Drewmck @EllenM7 @ferrous @fnuckle @freshisthebest @greyko @IAMcactusflower @invisigirl23 @iMatt93 Jo B @Just_RubyB @JellyWrestler @jsutme @Kidsinaustralia Ksana K @LaurenLee_ @macsnorky @MarkTechArc72 Melinda H @Miss33 @MissCarolineJ @MDDTactics @Mrs_Starz Mum @naomiwilcox Nellie T @Nicstar_85 @njptower @onegirlinmelb @pressdarling @rickads @redlynns Saiya C @sendai @sharnee @she_suz @sonialastrega @SSBxoxo @T_Diggity @Tattookat1 @Thefeeg @thelongsilence @TweetThisBabe @UStupidBitch @ysabet

I would have loved to have written to everyone individually, I also would have really liked to have given my appreciation straight away but it wasn't really possible in hospital.
Firstly, I have to say a HUGE thank you to everyone who wished me a speedy recovery and offered advice and support. I also want to say a big thanks to those who kept me in high spirits. (No I'm not just talking about the morphine. The alien gestation would have to be my favourite. Although Dave telling Erin I was suffering Douche-syndrome does come a close second.) Laughter really is the best medicine and I'll admit it was a little scary for me. I guess I'm not always the big toughie I like to think I am. Previously I had only been in hospital to have the kiddo and even then I had a little person in the room with me. This was my first time in an ambulance. My first time being admitted in to hospital from emergency (That I can remember anyway.) My first dose of morphine (Didn't affect me like I thought it would. At least with the gas during childbirth I was damn funny.)

I also want to send an extra shout-out to the friend who called me in the middle of the night. It really perked me up and even though I got told off by the nurse for being on the phone at almost 2 am (Hey, I was alone in the ward. I wasn't disturbing anyone.) It made me feel great and even the getting in trouble part really perked me up. It made me feel like a naughty school kid.

I had also better mention the person who reported my alleged hospital escape on twitter. Thankfully the doctor released me because it may have been hard to escape with people on the lookout for me.

I would also like to say a big Thank you to my Mum for not only calling the ambulance for me but also for looking after the little guy so Dave could come with me up to the hospital and with saying that I also MUST thank Dave. I can totally understand it must have been scary having your partner rushed off to hospital but goddamn it you didn't have to be an attention seeker and steal my glory :p
(He is not one for hospitals or pain and especially not medical procedures so once the doctors started poking and prodding me he went white and began sweating profusely so much so they put him in the emergency room next door and put him under observation. I'm sorry Hun I know you don't want me sharing this with the world but it shows you care and I'll be honest it did help me a little at the time. It took my mind off me because I was more concerned about you.)

I know a lot of people like to whinge about the public health care system but I have to say from my personal experiences... It is pretty damn good. Although I was told I was not on the critical list so may have to wait up to half an hour for my ambulance. It arrived within 10 minutes of the original call. The ambulance officers were great and shared a few laughs. (Both the medic in the back with me and I were joking on the trip that the driver was deliberately hitting all the bumps because he enjoyed hearing my groans.)
The emergency staff were great (we laughed in between waves of pain.) and the doctors and nurses on the ward were wonderful. Hell even the janitor was great and had a little chat with me.

*Medical Update for those interested*
Ok well I know not everybody would know the full story so I will try to keep it brief.
The little guy had been sick from Sunday, vomiting and headache with pains in his stomach. By Thursday he had perked right up and was basically ready to go back to school but I decided to keep him that extra day just to be safe. In the afternoon we went for a walk to the shops. We had probably only gotten a few hundred metres up the road when I started getting a chronic wave of stabbing pain through my stomach. I stood for a minute and the pain passed. Then again while in line at the checkout I was overcome with this stabbing pain. ***TMI ALERT*** I'd had a little bit of diarrhoea earlier in the day and I had just written it off as being the result of wolfing down a KFC burger the night before. (I hadn't had KFC for over a year so was trying to convince myself my tummy was just intolerant to it now.) The pain and toilet visits continued through the night and I ended up going to bed early even though it was Dave's Birthday. (Felt bad for being a crappy girlfriend but also felt too lousy to do anything about it.) I had a lousy night of sleep and had a bit of a fever. (Need the doona, don't need the doona, need it, don't, repeat through night)

On Friday morning I woke up feeling lousy. I looked down and noticed the size of my tummy, it was huge! Being the toughie I am, I decided I would be fine and bundled the kid off to school and came back to get ready for work. I did have one issue with getting ready. I couldn't fit in my work pants but luckily I have a wardrobe of hand-me-downs and found a pair of pants that were a few sizes bigger than normal so I put them on and headed off to work. After an hour or so I realised I had probably made a big mistake in coming but Macho Trish told me I must continue. The pain and toilet trips continued and again on Friday night I was in bed early and up many times through the night.
At this point you're probably thinking I'm a big wuss but mind you I've had Bali Belly, I've been in labour, The current pain was much worse.

When I woke Saturday I knew the worst had yet to come. I felt like crap and the pain was getting worse. I started packing my bag early and pre-warned Mum and Dave that I may take a turn for the worse. Yes in theory I possibly could have gone to a doctor at this point but it was a Saturday and my normal doc was only open for a few hours and is always booked out. I knew there was no way I would be able to make it to a doctors surgery as I couldn't sit up for more than a few minutes at a time without being overcome with pain. So I did the next best thing... I went back to bed. The pain wasn't as bad when I was flat in bed.

I got up again around lunch and I was worse. ***ANOTHER TMI ALERT*** I had a bad case of burps. I couldn't stop and well here is the yucky part. I couldn't smell them but Dave told me they smelled like poo. This is not a good sign. a few hours later it had only gotten worse in all ways so I asked Mum to make the call. The poo smell is what really worried the 000 workers.

When I first got into emergency they began the examination while Dave was giving the admin staff my details. They prodded at my tummy and yes it was painful and I winced and groaned (perhaps let slip a few swear words as well.) Dave came through and a second emergency doc ha been called over for a consult. again this was quite painful repeat more of same groaning and wincing. They were under the impression it may be my appendix and called for a surgical consult. This was when they noticed how pale Dave had become and the sweat pouring off him. After he was cleared he was wheeled back out to the waiting room. I had a drip hooked up and was being pumped full of saline and buscopan to stop the muscular spasms.

 I'm a drip! errr I mean I have a drip.

The surgical doctor made his way down and repeated the stomach prods and this time I was reduced to tears. I have a pretty high pain threshold so even I knew this wasn't good. The doc gave me a tissue and assured me he wouldn't prod me anymore but he would have to admit me to keep me under observation. They gave me a shot of morphine and while it did knock the edge off the pain. I was still hurting. Dave was brought back though and I gave him the news. I was wheeled up to the ward. This was when I noticed I was being wheeled in to the surgical ward. Very scary.

 The ever so sexy compression stockings everyone in surgical ward must wear.

After an hour or so Dave had to leave (visiting hours had finished at 8 and it was well past that.)
Luckily for me I had my phone and charger and had been told by the nurse I was allowed to use it. (I think I would have gone nuts without)

I had a second dose of morphine but it really didn't do anything for me. So I decided then and there if I could help it I wouldn't get any more. (Needles are my one weakness. I will admit they are the one thing that will make me crumble.) I was hooked up to the drip all through the night and into the morning. This time being pumped full of potassium. I had a bit of a fever through the night but was able to fight it off with the help of a few panadol and the imodium helped too.

 Morphine injection site

 When the doc came around in the morning he gave me the once over and did the tummy prodding again and while it still hurt a lot it was a vast improvement from the night before. I was taken off the drip and put onto light meals and was told if I could handle the food I might be able to go home later. That made my day.

 No longer a drip!

I had my lunch and did ok with it.

Roast Chicken and veg followed by Jelly. Yummy, yummy jelly.

Around 3pm the doc made his rounds and gave me another check-up. he was happy with my progress and gave me 3 options.
1) Stay in until the next day to wait for test results
2) Stay for Dinner and next round of check-ups see how I'm doing
3) Go now.
You can guess what I chose. I missed my family. I was sick of being sick and again I'm a big toughie, I can manage this on my own.
So I was giving my list of pills to take a strict instructions on what not to do over the next few days, what I can eat, What I need to be on watch for (If this happens come back.)
I was also told that they were releasing me on the diagnosis of severe gastroenteritis and may be down for up to 10 days. However if test results showed it was something more serious they would be in contact with me

*Most recent update*
Well yes I am home. It is Monday and while my belly is still huge I am not currently having pain other than movement pain (when I get up from sitting, when I laugh or cough.) Oh yeah, did you read that properly? When I sit up!!! I can sit upright again and last night other than a quick run to the loo to pee I slept through the night and looking at my sleep cycle stats the majority of it was deep sleep. I guess I needed it. I actually felt like getting up and having a shower whereas yesterday when they brought me a towel in hospital standing in a shower was the last thing I wanted to do.  
***Third TMI Alert*** I also haven't had to poop since last night. 
Mentally I feel human and excluding my belly being big I physically feel fine too. However I am not going to be silly. Dave took the little guy to school this morning and I still don't know if I will go to collect him this afternoon. On one hand I do want to be out and about but on the other I really don't want to overdo it and end up back in hospital. The good thing is with the arvo pick-up we're not on such a tight schedule. I can leave a lot earlier and we can casualy stroll back. I guess we can cross that bridge when we come to it.

Again I really want to say a big thank you to everyone for being there for me. It was much appreciated.
I love you guys (See you don't need to be drunk to say that.)

>>>On a side note, an 80 year old lady was admitted to my ward on Sunday with severe pancreatitis. She was only in my ward for about half an hour before they transferred her to the intensive care unit. when the ICU doctor came down he told her and her family that although her fever was dropping it would be a close call and she may not make it due to her age and prior ailments. My thoughts go out to her and her family.

Tune Runner by Appy

Well if you have spoken to me any time over the last couple weeks you are bound to have heard me go on about how I am now obsessed with a new app called Tune Runner. I'm not sure what it s about the app that keeps me coming back but I just can't get enough of it. Perhaps it is the simplistic design or maybe the fact that you use your own tracks? Deep down I believe it is because I am in love with Groov-EE. I just can't get enough of his funky moves like when he does the moonwalk or the worm. It is just too cute.
One thing that is great about this game is it is so easy to use. My 7 year old son just loves it. There are no special tricks to it, you just have to be able to draw 4 simple figures with your fingers. O ^ 7 and Z, if you're fast enough you can even get them in a few times. (Bonus points - Oh yeah!)



There's not much more I can say about it except "Get the bloody thing now" Click to grab it off the app store

If you're interested in taking me on. These are a few of my scores. Just try to beat me.
Scores as of Wednesday 24/02/2010
Blue - I currently hold the top score
Red - I've been beaten
Black - Songs I have but have yet to play

We are the world 25 for Haiti

I've been wanting to write something for days but just couldn't decide on a subject. (Please read this entire piece before casting judgment. I do go through a change of opinion.)

A few minutes ago I accidentally clicked on YouTube. Normally if I accidentally click on something I close it straight away. For some reason this time I did not. I figured while I'm here I may as well have a quick look/see and I might get a good giggle.

So I clicked on 'featured' and the first video that popped up was the 2010 cover of 'We are the world' for Haiti.

I'll be honest. I was skeptical to say the least, however curiosity got the better of me (as it always does.)
It is dangerous to cover something that was a worldwide phenomenon. To me that song will always be Michael Jackson. Before I had seen this clip I personally found the idea almost disrespectful. I know they were setting out with good intentions when they proposed the cover but really. MJ hasn't even been dead a year.
I guess I just felt it was too soon.

The first few scenes seemed to confirm my skepticism. It just didn't jump out and grab me like the original had done.

I didn't recognise many of the first few performers and those I did recognise generally aren't my cup of tea. But then 2 minutes and 20 seconds in it changed, there was a split screen shot of Janet and Michael Jackson and I was no longer able to contain my emotion. Tears flowed down my face. I ask that you please watch the clip before reading on.




Wow. listening again is just as powerful. I am playing the song now for a third time as I write this.
Seriously I was quite unsure about the line-up for this cover. from the sneak-peeks that had been played on TV I knew Snoop, p!nk and Vince Vaughn were all involved. In my head I couldn't understand how it would harmoniously come together but somehow it works. Sure, there are elements I am still a little dubious about but then again if you think about it, this song does capture the styles of the music of today while still remaining reasonably true to its original form.

I think everyone involved in this song should be very proud of themselves. I think Michael Jackson would be proud. I hope these efforts pay off and do get people supporting the Haiti relief efforts. Even if you personally are not in a position to give, Please spread the word to others so those with the means are aware of the process.

For further information on how to donate or to purchase the song on iTunes please visit World25.org
If you would like to share your thoughts and feelings on this song please do so in the comments section below.

TrishwaH

Valentines Day

I wrote this poem for my other half. I was leaving early on V Day (before he woke up) for my first real shift at a new job.
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Well today is St. Valentines Day.
I won't be with you, that's kind of gay.

I don't mean like 2 chicks kissing gay.
I totally mean it in that non PC way.

I know that you love me. 'least that's what I heard.
Ok, So I was just after a different rhyming word.

I hope you realise what you mean to me.
(I'm writing this thing while I sit down to pee.)

I'll love you forever, this much is true.
I think I would do anything for you.

Except for that thing with the ____ and the ____.
I'm sorry but I think it's totally ____.

Today is the day that I give you my thanks.
You brighten my day, you fill in my blanks.

I'm sure you're now thinking of something quite rude.
It involves being naked, Yes totally nude.

We've been together now for 9 fun-filled years.
We proved the haters wrong, amid all their jeers.

This poem is to show my day you do make.
I'll bet you were hoping for something more like a cake.

I wanted to tell you my feelings I can't shake.
I hope you read this just after you wake.

My rhyming is bad. Infact it is utter shite.
I have to go out now but I'll see you tonight.

CB-

Trishcrimination

I believe I have been discriminated against. Only I can't work out which part of me they're against. I'm going this phenomenon Trishcrimination. I'm not talking about one stand-alone event, more a serious of incidents which have occurred for as long as I can remember.

My first memory of this was back in primary school. There was a girl who hung around in the same group I did. We weren't the best of friends but I would say we were friends still. Suddenly one day she just stopped talking to me. She starting hanging around elsewhere with different people and yet was still talking to others in my group. I found this quite curious so after a couple weeks I managed to pull her aside and ask just exactly what her problem was.

Although I found her explanation quite funny even then, I was shocked. Her mother had told her not to have any contact with me as I was evil and would lead her to doing something silly like eating meat. We weren't to talk at school nor was she allowed to go to any parties which I would be attending. Seriously. We were in maybe grade 4 or 5 at the time. How does one respond to such crap? I took it as a joke. Not what she said, but her mother's comments. I had never spent any time near her mother so how could she make such a judgment?

I don't think I really had any more problems again with parents until I hit high school. When I was about 15 I was really good friends with a guy who lived not far from me. We had a ritual where we would go to the local video store together a few nights a week. (It was a great chance for us both to escape home for a little while and sneak in the odd cigarette. He had also come out not too long before so we would go perving on the same guys.) The funny thing was he would come over to my place, we'd hang out at the park, or go on a hike to the video store. I only ever went to his place when nobody was home. After questioning him about it I found out his mother hated me. Again she was someone I had never spent any real time with but she was forming this judgment of me. It does wonders for the self esteem.

About a year later I finally had what I could best describe as my first 'real' boyfriend. To protect his identity we'll call him Peter. We started out as really good friends and within the course of a few months we became much more than that. He wanted to keep the relationship quiet and I wasn't too sure why but as he suffered depression and was quite shy I just put it down to that. Before long it was summer holidays and we went out many, many times but it was basically only ever the two of us. Occasionally we'd go out with friends but he was always stand-offish. He came around to my place a couple times. I think I only went to his maybe twice and each time for an hour tops. School resumed and we were in our final year. I questioned him again as to why we had to be so secretive. How can you be so affectionate to me in private and yet we're just buddies when out in public?
We began fighting a lot. He called me many nasty names and I was crushed. We made up, then we broke up again this time the night before valentines day. He told me he just couldn't concentrate with his studies and I was a b*tch. We made up again and decided to be friends; This didn't last long until we we're more than friends again and resuming our activities. Then came one weekend. He was meant to be coming over to my place on one of the study days the following week. We went to a party as a group with a few friends. We all had a few drinks and next thing I knew... He was hooking up with someone else. I was devastated. They began dating straight after and were public about it.
God I was angry. I was hurt. Years later I finally got an explanation, I should have known all along (in a way I guess I did.) Family and certain friends did not 'approve' of me.

Flash forward another year & a bit and I got together with my current partner. Things moved very quickly. We started dating in mid-February and had moved in together by March. I spoke to his mother on the phone at first and things were fine. Then I met her and it was a decent enough first meeting. I was gracious and used my manners. We had lunch, she showed me his baby photos that was the end of that. Then things began turning nasty. She rang my Dad to tell him that we shouldn't be together. She rang us multiple times and I won't go into too many details but it was not pleasant at all.

And then there was the big event that happened... In October of that year I found out I was pregnant. We were both stunned to say the least. We weren't 'trying' to fall pregnant but it happened. After the initial shock wore off we had a chance to talk about it. We were both quite excited about it but knew we might cop a bit of flack about it especially regarding our ages. (We were both 19.)

I'm not going to go into depth about the next few months but I will say they were filled with abusive telephone calls and visits. I tried my best to be as polite as I could and swallowed my pride for many an attack when I really wanted to stand up for myself. She said such vile, hideous things about me. It was pure hatred. She even offered to pay for a termination so I didn't screw up my partner's life.

We moved away and lost contact for a number of years. Recently we made amends and went for a visit. The first time my child (7) would really get to know his grandmother. I have always tried to be mature about it and never said anything in front of the child that would sway his opinions. It is up to him to make his own decisions about people. I bit my tongue during the visit whenever I felt her try to provoke an argument. I refused to get involved in it. After the visit was over I was relieved. I thought maybe we had finally moved on and could let bygones be bygones. However recently she has started again. I will be mature. I refuse to get sucked in to it. but I am still hurt.

Events like these really make me question myself. What exactly is it about me that people can't stand? These are the biggest cases I've noted in my life of Trishcrimination and I find it interesting that 3/4 of them are mothers protecting their boys. Am I just not girlfriend material?
I think I am quite pleasant. I have always been taught to respect my elders and use manners. Whilst I am quite opinionated about certain things I don't show this upon my first meetings. (Especially with parents.)

I may not be a supermodel but I think for the most part I am presentable. When meeting parents I have always dressed nicely. Not had tattoos or piercings on display. I have never been in trouble with the law. I like to think of myself as reasonably intelligent and I don't think I have ever come across as a bimbo. So I can't explain these random feelings of hatred towards me.

Until year 12 when I deliberately stopped caring about school I got good grades. I was not from a broken home, nor from some minority group. (Not that I condone discrimination against them, but if I were it might explain some misguided feelings.) I have always been a caring person and I will do whatever I can to help other people. If anything sometimes I give too much of myself.

I'm quite happy with myself actually. Yeah, there are a few things I wouldn't mind changing but who doesn't have that. Overall I think I am pretty cool. I think I have done well so far as a mother. I have raised an awesome child I think any parent would be proud of. I guess my question is not so much what is wrong with me but more What is it about me that rubs some people the wrong way? How do they have the nerve to judge me without getting to know the real me? And most importantly what the hell is wrong with them? Is there something about me or have I just had run in's with some very not nice people?

Celebrity Morph

So I tried this celebrity morph thing. I'm not sure if I am offended or happy about my match.

So next I tried Dave.

I guess this means we are still a boy/girl couple.

#NoCleanFeed

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Threading

Those who know me well know I take my beauty regime seriously.
By seriously I mean... As a general rule I SERIOUSLY don't give a crap. I'm over it. I'm overwhelmed. I don't know what I'm doing.
I wash my skin, I use an exfoliating glove. I shampoo and condition my hair on a semi-regular basis.
I paint my nails sometimes, mainly because I like pretty colours.
When I go out I'll throw on a little eyeshadow and some mascara. Occasionally I will even go as far as to smear on some lipgloss but that's about it.

I won't say it's because I don't care about my appearance. I'm as self conscious as the next person but...
1) I didn't have a big sister or anyone to teach me about these girly things.
2) I live in Queensland. (For those who have never been here it's like a sauna 90% of the year.) Make-up melts off before you've made it out the door.
3) I'm a mum. I'd rather spend the extra money on something for the family than wasting my money on myself.
4) I'm a tomboy. Putting on make-up to climb a tree is just silly.
And most importantly...
5) I'm a typical red-head. I have dry, freckled, splotchy skin. I also suffer from the affliction known commonly as monobrow. Luckily for me my facial hair is very light. (almost blonde.) So it isn't really noticed.

I've tried plucking my eyebrows but after removing a few hairs my face is bright red and so tender; Each additional hair I remove brings tears to my eyes even though I have a pretty high pain threshold.

I've tried waxing and had some hideous encounters with the process. I've been to a number of different places to have it done and each time I have the same results.
Firstly, pain. Although it is quicker than plucking it still really hurts and I know others have said the pain goes away pretty fast but it doesn't for me. Hours later my skin is still stinging and when the beautician uses any of the oils or creams meant to soothe it does the opposite; It irritates. I've had it many times where I've had my eyebrows waxed in the morning and still been bright red and swollen the following day.
Personally, I find that the hair grows back pretty quickly too. In one case I could feel little tiny spikes of hair again about 6 hours later. What a bloody waste of money. Especially when you consider some places charge over $20 for the treatment.

About 6 months ago I saw someone on twitter say they wanted to have their eyebrows threaded. This made me giggle as I got images in my mind of someone having them braided with beads hanging from them. (Don't ask. My mind works in mysterious ways.)
I did a quick google search and found some videos. All of a sudden my interest was piqued. I tried searching more locally but the searches weren't very fruitful. Those I found worked from home and there were none that close to me. (I don't drive anymore so location is a big factor.)
After awhile I gave up searching. I put it down to one of those things I would try one day if I got the opportunity.

In January opportunity came knocking. More than knocking... It was full sirens blaring, Get your Butt into gear & take the woman up on this offer.
The opportunity came in the form of Coralie (aka @ferrous) a threading angel one could say. She was looking into starting her own threading business and needed a few people in Brisbane for a trial. She would come to them.
Perfect! I fit the criteria; I live in Brisbane, I'm a people. *grins*

I retweeted her offer and was contacted by Erin (aka @RubyBlue29) who also wanted to take part.
And so it was arranged. We would all meet at my house for the trial. First thing I have to say is that the service couldn't have been better. She arrived promptly and was more than approachable. First she gave us a quick run through of the procedure and then asked who would be the first volunteer. I bravely put my hand up for the first go. Instantly she put me at ease and began shaping my eyebrows (and removing the dreaded monobrow.) The whole thing took less than 5 minutes. I had a quick look in the mirror. I had the tiniest pink hue to my eyebrow area which had vanished before Coralie had finished with Erin.
I kept rubbing my eyebrows. They were baby-bottom smooth. I think I finally stopped playing with them about a week later. I won't lie, I did feel it as the hairs were removed but it was nothing in comparison to waxing or plucking and the best part... 9 days later and I was only just getting a little bit of eyebrow regrowth. Soft regrowth at that.
As I post this, it has now been over 20 days since I had the threading done. I have minimal regrowth and other than a few odd rascally hairs there is no monobrow to speak of.

Now in addition to coming out for personal threading services Coralie has 2 other options.
If you organise a few people in the office, She can come visit you at work and get everyone in one go. Hey Boys you can be threaded too. A little manscaping to fix the monobrows wouldn't go astray.
Also, Why not organise a threading party? Invite some of your girlfriends around one night and have Coralie come out and thread for you all. There are incentives if you organise a group such as cheaper/free services for yourself. I really suggest you give this a go. Try something new.
You can contact Coralie via twitter just throw her a quick shout out.
OR

If you're not on twitter just leave a message here and I'll let her know you are interested.

Support our local small businesses. Give it a go. You may just find a new beauty solution.

Grumpy parent thinks they know what is best.

Meh! As you know it's back to school time so time for my annual whinge. I could do better with him blah, blah, blah.
I don't blame the teachers as such. They are stretched way too far; One teacher to 20+ kids and they have to spend time with those who are struggling and help them as best they can but what about the children at the other end of the spectrum?
The education department doesn't like kids to 'skip' grades early as they may miss out on some fundamental skills. This really annoys me. My child finishes things early and gets to kick back and relax. I can see him getting bored with school and I know this is a possibility because I did that exact sane thing. I lost interest and thought 'Why bother?'
He's been back at school for 3 days and already I have a bee in my bonnet.
What set me off this time I hear you ask.
Well, for starters on the first day he came home with his homework book and I had a good read through the note at the front. It sounded so promising.

"Would you sign my reading sheet in the back of my homework book when I have read for at least 10 minutes...
Teacher would like it if I also read on the weekends...
I need to try to do some homework every night to develop good homework habits."

First thing that annoyed me was there was NO homework for the first week. They've just come off their long summer holidays I don't understand why they need a further weeks break. So much for good habits. Guess it's teaching them for when they enter workforce the first week back is just a bludge. Hmmm.

Next, I had a look at the reading record sheet at the back of the book and I was less than impressed. It is already filled in with dates for the first term. Starting week 2. Each week there is a space for Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday. So much for the reading on weekends. I guess it isn't important to write down the books for those three days; We'll just assume they've read.
Also there is no column for recording time spent reading or amount of pages read. If we're doing the recording thing shouldn't there be a section where the teacher can see if the child is improving or putting in a great effort?

So as usual I'm being a rebel and doing my own thing. I've drawn up my own reading record book for him including the extra fields for pages read, time spent reading, author and even a column for notes from teacher. If they expect my comments I expect some in return. I have also left plenty of space for him to read on weekends or perhaps more than 1 reading session per day.

Oh and I even went ahead and got him to read on those first 3 nights; More to the point I'm going to gave him read on Saturday and Sunday too. If they only expect 10 minutes a day it's not like I'm asking much of him.
What I do is set a timer when he starts and I just let him go as long as he likes. (Making sure it's over 10 minutes.) So far he has recorded 19,15 and 16 minutes. Whoops. Naughty Mummy not telling him he wasn't required to start reading until next week.

I wonder, if you were in this position would you.
1) Do exactly what is required by school.
2) Do what you know is best for your child. (Making a few modifications so it also fits the school requirements.)
3) Stop worrying. It is after all the school's responsibility to educate children.

How do I "unfollow" a real-life friend?

I've been having some issues with a friend of mine recently. It's not one isolated event but more the realization that as a whole they don't offer anything to enrich my life instead they drain me. I'm only important when they want something. Advice, a shoulder to cry on, someone to chat with. Yet it is almost impossible to ask the same in return. If I do bring up something of importance to me they either shoot it down or find some way to turn the subject back around to being all about them. What's worse is when I do share an idea with them. Something I am proud of they then wait a few weeks and then mention it as though it were their own.

Looking back at the course of our friendship I see it was built on a foundation of lies from them and only held together by the acts of kindness on my behalf. Early in the friendship they asked for my trust and I gave it. I put my faith in them only to find they were betraying my friendship and lying through their teeth. I put myself on the line and for what? It has gotten to the point where I do not like to talk with them anymore. I disagree with so many of their life choices and find them to be a very selfish person. I feel used.

It has been so long since I've had to deal with a friend like this. I don't know the protocol anymore. How do you dump a real-life friend? It's not as simple as on social networking sites. There's no 'unfollow' button to press. Do you treat them like a lover you've grown tired of and take them to a crowded restaurant to break the news to them so they can't create a big scene?
Or do you just slowly delete them from your life? Stop returning calls. Don't reply to their inane sms's. Remove them from facebook etc?

There is a nagging part of me which keeps saying. "But, if this was happening in reverse wouldn't you want an explanation?" I would love to say yes to this. I like to think that it would help me to grow into a better person but in reality I think it would just make me resentful of the other person. We've grown apart that's it. Lets move on shall we?

What would you do if you were faced with this same problem?

A new year.

Wow, that time of year has come around again.
The school holidays always go so fast. Tomorrow is the first day of grade 3. Grade 3! Man that really creeps up on you. It's really scary because I still remember things from when I was in grade 3. It was a big year for learning things and being more socially aware. I learned my first real swear words in grade 3 (And subsequently had my mouth washed out with soap.) Kids in school were starting to experiment with boyfriends & girlfriends. I don't know if I am ready for my kid to be going through these sorts of experiences.

I am really sad to be letting him go. It hits me hard every year but I think this is one of the worst yet. I guess I can put that down to the realization that he is getting older. He is so mature. Urghh I used to think people who spoke like this needed to go out and get a life but I guess it is one of those emotions you can never understand until you go through it yourself. I am so proud of my little man and all that he is becoming. I know one day he be off on his own adventures in this world and I will have to come to terms with that when the time comes but until then he is my baby and I'm going to cherish him forever.

What's the big deal with foursquare?

So you've probably seen the name Foursquare thrown around in conversation a bit lately.
But even having a quick look at the site doesn't help you get a good understanding.
What is this damn thing that everyone keeps talking about?

Basic Rundown: It is an application that you can use from your mobile phone or PC. It uses real locations to which you check-in when you actually go there.
There are a few different reasons you might want to use such an application. Fun, Social Events, Calendar/reference, Shopping.

It might pay if I go into a bit more detail here.

Game/Just-For-Fun.
Each time you check-in to a location you are given points.
1 point for your first stop of the day.
2 points for your second stop of the day and so on.
There are also bonus points. You will be awarded a bonus 5 points the first time you check-in to any location and a further 5 points if you add a new location.
With this there is a leaderboard for your local city this resets every Sunday night ready for the new week. So you don't win anything for being #1 in your city, It is a great excuse to go out and socialise.

If you check-in to a location you are able to see anyone else who is currently checked in as well as a map.
Once you check-in to a location more than anyone else you become the mayor. There can be privileges for being mayor. See the next topic "shopping"
There is also the ability to earn badges. There are many badges available for all different things: Your first check-in, being Mayor of 10 places at once, Going out on consecutive nights. etc.

Shopping.
At each location you have the ability to add tips. If you see a special why not share it for others? If anyone checks in nearby they will get a message alerting to them to that deal.
You can also keep track of all of your favorite shops.

There are also businesses who use foursquare to their advantage by offering certain deals to whomever is currently Mayor. One example of this is Greystone Bar & Cellar in Brisbane Their promo is Whoever is Mayor on the first Friday of the Month gets a cocktail on the house!
There is a full list of businesses who have promo offers. However this is still pretty new so there aren't too many places listed locally yet.
Got a shop you love? why not suggest they get on-board and run promos? It can only work to their advantage.

If you look at a venue online you are able to see more information than you can from your mobile phone. Read what other people have to say about the place before you spend your money.

Calendar/reference
If you get into the habit of checking in everywhere you go the online history can be really handy. For example imagine you borrowed some books from the library but lost the little slip they gave you with the due date. Just check out your history and you can see when you last went to the library.
I've used this service a number of times for reference. I am a member of a just-for-fun fitness group. we track our distances each week and then submit them the goal being to see which team can make the virtual trek across Australia first. I'll be honest I am shocking at remembering to write my distances down. Once a week I log in to my foursquare history and can easily work out where I walked through the week and can work out my distances from there.
Another use I found for this service came a couple of weeks ago.
I went to the fridge to grab some carrots I had bought a few days prior. They were soft and unuseable. As I shop around most of the time for bargains I'm not always sure where I have bought my individual produce. I checked my history, found I had bought them only 3 days before which is not good enough in my books. I now know not to buy my carrots from this place anymore.

Tips & hints.
Don't forget this is a social networking site so any information you post may be visible to others. If you are cautious of protecting your identity I suggest you use a username rather than your real name. I also suggest that if you plan on adding your own house or place of work it may pay to just add a general address instead of the exact whereabouts. There is also a function where you can stay "off the grid" This is when you turn off the "Tell friends" function.
You can link your foursquare account to facebook and twitter if you want. That way if you are going to a big social event you can let the world know. but that is purely up to you. I do warn however if you broadcast your every whereabouts you leave yourself open for creepy stalkers or run the risk of aggravating your friends/followers. I suggest you use the auto-post function in moderation.
One lesson I did learn... Do not grant access to twitter and then revoke the access if you want to later allow again. There is a bug in the system which triggers and you are no longer able to get in and just grant access again. You have to ask the guys from foursquare to manually fix it for you. Learn from my mistake.

If you find some other use I haven't mentioned. Drop me a comment. I'd love to hear it.

The Mosquito Experiment (Not for young eyes)

This post is not for the lighthearted nor is it for the little kids. There are no indecent photos but some of the subject matter is not appropriate for everyone. Please keep this in mind before leaving nasty comments

This past weekend I went for a hike out through the wetlands and was bitten by some mosquitoes.
Actually that is an understatement. I was mauled by swarms of mosquitoes. 68 bites at last count.
The first night was not so bad but the following morning was agony. At first I thought I only had a couple but as the day went on more and more began to appear and by the time evening fell I felt I was going to go crazy. I looked through the cupboards and found I had no real treatments for them so decided my wisest move would be to jump online and start asking for home remedies.
I had about 7 remedies thrown at me however 2 of them I was unable to try this time around as I didn't have them on hand... Deep Heat and ammonia.

Those remedies I did go with for the experiment were:
Saliva - Own.
Saliva - From partner.
Vinegar - I used white for no other reason than that was what I had most of in stock.
Cross - Using a fingernail press down onto each bite forming a cross.
Urine - I supplied this myself and waited until I was home alone to try this one.
"Other" - Another bodily fluid. I'm not going into much detail here. you can use your imagination. Lets just say... I couldn't supply my own.
(NB: These last 2 treatments are not things I would normally wipe over myself but after a bit of convincing I decided to try in the name of science. I mean, who knows?
What if you are stranded somewhere and had nothing else? They could come in handy.)

I also kept one area completely free from any of these remedies to use as my control. Something I could use as basis for comparison.

Before starting this experiment I had a quick shower using only an exfoliating glove. I did not want to taint my results with soap.
Each remedy was only applied once using a clean cotton ball.
I measured my results at 5 minutes, 10 minutes, 30 minutes, 1 hour, 2 hours, 4 hours, 6 hours and 12 hours just to be thorough.
Thankfully I was awake nearly all night with a toothache so could keep testing for the whole period.

To View detailed analysis of results please click here.

Conclusions:

Saliva - It took under a minute before I got the initial soothing feeling. However the relief was only short lived and mild. I found my own saliva was more soothing than that of my partner. I wonder if that is because my body knows what is best for me?

Vinegar - I had a few bites I had previously scratched and had broken the skin. The vinegar over these bites was sheer agony for a few minutes. It felt like intense burning. After 10 minutes the burning began to die down and the pain had dulled to less than before the experiment. The relief lasted about 3 hours before I would have to say I was starting to get annoyed again with the itch.

Cross - I was curious about this method. I could not see any medicinal reason for it to provide pain relief but thought maybe it might work as it provides a painful distraction to the itchiness. I made light crosses on some bites, a few deep crosses on others and a couple in-between. Within the first 5 minutes the bites were really hurting. By 10 minutes the bites had grown to what I can only describe as welts. By the half hour mark the major pain was starting to die down but was still quite intense. All through the night these bites were itchy and painful. The next morning the pain had mostly gone. however they were still quite sensitive to touch.

Urine - This was something I wasn't overly looking forward to so I decided to do a little reading first.
Urine is expelled from the body after it has filtered through the kidneys. After it has left the body the urine begins to form ammonia. Urine also contains dissolved salts but is mostly made up of water. Urine is sterile. There are myths of it being used to help ease the pain of certain stings and bites and it is believed in ancient times it was used to clean wounds.
Almost instantly there was a cool relief on my bites, sadly it only lasted about half an hour before I started getting itchy again. The itchiness is not as intense as prior to the experiment but is still present.

"Other" - This was originally only a joke suggestion. But then the conversation turned to "Medical breakthroughs have come from far worse ideas." It took a bit of convincing before I was ready to give this a go. I was quite surprised with the results.
I was ready to write this off before starting but much to my surprise there was almost instant relief. While other areas were beginning to itch again this section remained itch-free. One thing that was quite obvious was that the surrounding skin became quite tight. (As it does when covered in glue that dries.) After the first 10 minutes I found that my skin was getting warm. I think the best comparison is to when you are wearing a greasy sunscreen and can feel yourself sweating beneath. I noticed within the first half hour that the surrounding redness had started to disappear. By three hours I could feel the bites again but wouldn't exactly describe them as itchy, I just knew they were present.
The itch finally began to reappear around 5-6 hours after application.
Update: I did not use anything on my bites for the following 24 hours so I would be able to get a good look if there had been any improvements. I believe these are the only bites which have decreased in size.

Control - They're itchy and then it dies down... Really itchy again, then it dies down. Very hard to leave them alone but at times these bites weren't as bad as some of the others. All in all I think I would prefer to do something rather than nothing.

Final Verdict:
First I would have to say Urine, Saliva and the Cross method are hardly worth trying. Any relief was short-lived.
Next, Doing nothing actually has some merit. Of course you're going to have waves of itch before you get relief but on the upside you are not covered in anything smelly or what would be considered gross.
Finally...
Whilst I did get the greatest relief from the application of "other" I'm not sure this is necessarily that practical. If you were stranded on an island by all means, you have your own natural relief. however back in the real world how do you think you're going to be able to do this? Would you bottle it or just apply directly? What if you get itchy right in the middle of a family visit?
However it has made me think, perhaps there is something in the chemical composition of "other" which provides the relief and it may pay to go into further detail with research as to what it is. Considering the results of all of the methods, perhaps it has something to do with the acids?
Although it came second, I would have to say the hands down winner for this experiment was... Vinegar.
Excluding the initial sting on any bites that were broken, the relief lasted quite a few hours. The big drawback is for the first 30 minutes you really stink of vinegar and may get a craving for fish & chips.
Over subsequent days I have been using the vinegar method when the itch gets unbearable and the good thing is I basically always have a supply in my pantry. You only need a drop on a cotton ball to cover all of your bites and if you buy a generic brand you can pick up a bottle for about $1/L so this is also quite economical.

Survival weekend (Test run)

Wow this weekend was fun. For those who don't know we've been watching a lot of Man vs wild. It's an addiction. We've been saying for the past week or so that we could easily survive the wilderness.
On Saturday afternoon we went for a hike through the Boondall wetlands. We went through so many environments in those couple hours.
We left home at 4pm so we avoided the harsh sun. It was crazy within half hour we had left suburbia and had our first obstacle facing us. We had taken a wrong turn and found ourselves facing train lines behind a fence. We couldn't cross there. So I came up with the solution. Instead of walking a kilometer out of our way to cross at the railway station we went under the overpass and climbed up the side. We then had a little fence to jump and we were back on a proper footpath heading in the right direction.

Struggling to stay awake...

I don't think this is going to be much of a continuation from yesterdays post.
I had a terrible night of sleep. firstly the dog was barking at a possum from about 11pm to maybe 1:30am I can't count the amount of times I went out to tell her to just shut up. I begged, I pleaded, I growled nothing worked. To make things worse I had a killer toothache panadol and ibuprofen didn't seem to want to help budge it but I guess at some point I eventually did fall asleep.
Then I was awake again at 6:30am to start the day. I really am getting old. 10 years ago this was normal practice. getting little sleep & doing fine. now if I don't get my 8+ hours I am shocking.

We had a plumber due to arrive at 9am today and to my surprise he was here dead on 9. The bad thing is we need to have some major work done so it is going to be noisy for days. All the outdoor pipes & drains need to be replaced as they are old and useless. I say that with no exaggeration. Within minutes of a decent rain we have floods going on between the house and the granny-flat. It seeps in under the big glass windows and soaks the carpet. It is feral. I have towels which live by the window just in case it rains hard while we're out.

With the plumber being here using a jackhammer I don't see me getting a nap. Plus I still have so much to do today and before I know it... It's going to be time for the afternoon rush. Dinner will need to be prepped. Other half will come home dinner will need to be cooked.

I finished helping the little guy with his online journal (ok so it's a blog but he likes to call it a journal.) We now have all the pictures up from when he was in Melbourne. The last one (Not sequential) was the hardest. There were about 30 photos for the one day.

Whoops

I made such a point of starting this blog and swearing that I would continue it and what did I go and do? Not post a thing for about 4 months. I have a million excuses I could use. I was injured. I've been busy etc etc but really none of those excuses cut it do they? So here I am right now promising that I will continue my personal blog and update much more frequently. Starting this week.

As we're all aware it is now 2010 and what does that really mean for each of us?
Personally I am using this year to sort myself out and delete all the toxins in my life. Goodbye toxic people. Goodbye toxic thoughts and goodbye toxic habits. (Hopefully.)
Kiddo is going in to grade 3 this year which is scary for me. I still have memories from when I was in grade 3.

Already this year I've had to accept the fact that my boy is growing up and while it does fill me with a little sadness (He is my baby after all.) I am also filled with pride. He caught a plane by himself just recently to go and stay with his grandparents in Melbourne. I have never flown by myself so at the meager age of 7 he is already accomplishing things I haven't.

We spoke every night over the phone and each night he made me laugh. I don't know what I did to deserve such a wonderful child. He has the perfect mix of manners and humor along with masses of charm. I was close to tears talking with my Dad and hearing the praise he gave. I don't like to brag about things like that but dammit. I did that. I helped create this little man. (I think I'm going to have to get used to calling him a little man. He is by no means a child.)
Now here I am getting teary just thinking about when I got teary. Perhaps I should move on.

I am going to have to leave things here for the time being. I desperately need to get to the shops and pick up a few things. I wish I didn't have to considering the heat but I need a few top-up items for making the other half's lunch tomorrow.
Can't avoid life now can we?