The Media Hungry

I'm female, I love celebrity gossip. But I don't like celebrity gossip when it involves marriage breakdowns where children are involved. It's unavoidable I know, but it's really sad watching these poor kids getting dragged through these situations with the world watching. Like it's not difficult enough having their Mummy and Daddy not together anymore.

What aggravates me however are the parents that milk it and involve their children in the media. Willingly.

I don't get it.

Take the latest break-up with Grant Hackett and his wife (or soon to be ex-wife). Both of their media statements, which were released a week ago stated that they want privacy 'in this very difficult time' (you can always guarantee that same line is created in EVERY break up statement!)... yet here we are a week later and there's an interview in a top magazine. WHY?!

You asked for privacy, remember?!

I really don't care what the reasons are behind their split. It seems like it it was a case of trying to tame someone that didn't want to be tamed, and quiet honestly that's a common cause for relationship breakdowns. But because she can sing, and he can swim they make the news.

Those poor gorgeous children.

Too young to Google, but not for long.

Random Me

I've just hung up from one of those conversations where the giggles consume me. I'm nearly 30. And I was giggling like a child.

I love it.

I am random. In every sense of the word. And I have come to appreciate the fun that can come from said randomness. And all the giggles.

I find it equally funny how someone so meticulous, so planned and structured can be so random. I am a perfectionist, I have systems and routines. There used to be a time where that girl didn't know how to giggle, or know how to let go of all the seriousness and just laugh for the sake of laughing. Because life isn't about being a grown up all the time.

I've learnt to laugh. I've learnt to acknowledge the moments where the seriousness needs to be pushed aside for the sake of fun. And fun is fun.

As for exactly what the laughing was about... well you're just going to have to wait for that one.

I won Lotto (if only!)

I have read in various blog posts today that we had a $50M lotto draw last night. I must have been living under a rock because I had no idea and subsequently went without a ticket.

I could very well be sitting here right now with a cool $50M in the bank. Wouldn't it be nice?!

And of course, because of that, I am now sitting here thinking what I would do with even $500,000 and getting depressed because my bank balance has a DR instead of a CR for the same amount.

Le freaking sigh.

I keep telling myself that once I get older and the debts are paid off, things will be sweet. We would have had all the hard work done in our 'youth' and that our more adult years, and retirement would be Easy Street. But really... knowing me and my inabilty to not spend money, I just don't see that becoming a reality.

Does that make me dream less, or spend less?
Well it makes me spend less, but I still dream big. I always have. And I always will.

So with my head up in the clouds I am spending $50M.

On imaginary yachts and cocktails.

For scientists to remove calories from all food types.

To fix world poverty. And repair all broken things.

On a holiday. And a new level on our house.

I live with my head in the clouds most days. It's nice up here ;)

What would you have bought if you won $50M last night?

Would you own Google? Go buy a new car? Quit your job?

The Weekend that Wasn't

Have you ever had one of those weekends where, come Sunday night you are sitting there wondering 'Where the hell did that go?!'. That's usually me, but because I have had every intention on doing things and have gotten sidetracked and done NONE of it.

This weekend just gone was the weekend that wasn't. And I feel a teeny bit ripped off.

Firstly, one of my girlfriends, Nicole was supposed to fly down from QLD for a 4-day visit. And sadly for her (and me!), her fur-baby Sonic (her cute little Pomeranian) had an injury and needed a full knee reconstruction. Because of this and the added expense, she wasn't able to do both... and understandably, the weekend in good ol SA was postponed.

With the change of plans, I had every intention on getting on top of the housework and catching up on the washing and the dishes, seeing as our dishwasher decided to break down the week prior (I hate manually washing dishes, argh!). Hmmm I did some of that...not enough though.

Then there was Logan's bedroom. His room seems to always be a mess, no matter how much sorting I do, and how many hours I spend in there cleaning it. Yet I planned on going back in there, sorting through it all again and getting it back in order.

We were also invited to a close friend's son's first birthday - which we wouldn't have been able to attend if Nicole was here (we had a winery tour planned on the same day), but because of the change we decided to change our RSVP and go... until...

CRASH. BANG. And CRY.

I wasn't in the best of moods on Sunday morning. Logan was at his nagging best and non-listening worst... so when I heard this sudden crash from his bedroom, I assumed it was him being his usual clumsy self and falling/tripping over something (he has a knack for not watching what he's doing. All. The. Time).

The bad mood came to a halt when there was blood. And my goodness there was blood!

Logan's built in robe came crashing down on him as he was searching for his shoes to wear to the above birthday party. We've had a couple of issues with the built in robe previously, but had removed what we thought was the issue. Obviously not.

We were only minutes away from being ready to walk out the door to the birthday party when this took place. I was writing in the birthday card... We gathered everything together, made sure we had what we needed in Ryder's bag and rushed to the hospital, assuming Logan would need stitches to his little forehead.

As soon as we got in our car, Logan's tears turned to questions and giggles.

He wanted to know how much blood there was.
He wanted to know how big it was.
He wanted to use it for 'Show and Tell'
He laughed because he is one step closer to looking like Harry Potter.

In the end, Logan was fine. His head wasn't falling off. His brains weren't falling out. He had the cut steri-stripped and glued up and he's 100% fine. No concussion. A little bit of swelling, but a lot of attention.

And he went to school today and went along with his 'Show and Tell'.

And the birthday party? Well thanks to a hospital that didn't make us wait 3+ hours, we made a cameo appearance on the way home. One plan for the weekend was kept, yay!