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Random Ramblings of a SAHM: Exhaustion.
Today. – RRSAHM
Today.
It is 10:09pm on the night I buried my husband.
Funerals are so fucking ugly. This one was as ‘nice’ as a funeral can be, but funerals are atill ugly things, tight and hot and they take your breath away.
I remember attending a funeral, with Tony, for a friends son, when our own child was only a few months old. Weeping, my breasts overflowing with milk, weeping too, wanting to be back at my baby’s side.
Then, I had my husband by my side.
And I couldn’t imagine this kind of pain.
It’s not a matter of I ‘can’ do it. People keep saying that, you’can’ do this. It’s not like I have a fucking choice. I know I can do this.
I am fucking already doing this. I’m in the middle of it right now.
I’m 29, and I buried my husband today.
What the fuck, God? What the fuck is this?
Random Ramblings of a SAHM: Not OK.
Random Ramblings of a SAHM: Fuck You Too.
Now just follow the path of my watch…. – RRSAHM
Now just follow the path of my watch….
You are getting very, very sleepy….
Very sleepy…
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WAKE UP!!!!
Right. Now I have your attention. What I wanna know today is…
Who’s suggestible?
No, not that kind of suggestible. Weirdos. What kind of blog do you think this is?!
I mean to say, who’s mind takes to suggestion very easily?
Allow me to explain.
About a year ago, the Man and I went to see this guy- Peter Powers. He’s pretty groovy. If you’re an Aussie and he’s about, I highly recommend attending his shows. Just make sure to wear your sense of humor in the shade of black about leave your sensibilities at the door. OK? OK.
In the process of his shows (we went actually like him soooo much, we went twice) we saw:- two bogan guys jump into a bath tub together, and scrub each other down; a 40 year old woman whip people bums while wearing a police hat; a tubby bald guy dress in drag and mime to the Rocky Horror Soundtrack; some moron get on stage and announce, almost in tears, that his arsehole was missing; and quite a few people looking for leprechauns. I could go on. My only disappointment was that he never got around to using the coffin he had parked in the wings of the stage. That would have been interesting.
None of these people were plants, I can guarantee you all that, true as I sit here. It’s a relatively small town. I can guarantee you that the bogan blokes in the bathtub were thoroughly horrified with themselves once the show was over.
Anyways, I digress….
I’ve long been aware that I am a muchly suggestible person. (“Sex?” “Sure!””Drugs?” “Sure?” “Lack of self respect?” “Totally!”) This was confirmed at the first Peter Picollo Show when he ran a ‘test’, to see who was hypnosis-able but didn’t want to go ‘all the way’, so to speak. Now, I’m a toes-in-the-water-first kinda girl when it comes to people messing with my somewhat fragile mind, so I went for this one.
And ended up with my hands clasped, arms struck, straight up in the air above my head.
I kid you not. I couldn’t move them if I tried. I know, cause I did. Try, that is. Peter Piper Picked A Peck of Pickled Peppers even asked me “Are you sure you don’t want to stay? You’d be so much fun!”.
Erm, no, spanks anyway. Release me, moustachio-ed man.
And so he did.
And the I woke up and the whole thing was just a dream.
The End.
No, wait….
Scrap those last two lines, scribe.
Now, what I want from you, Constant Readers, is the 411. Have you ever been been hypnotised? Have you seen Peter Piper Can pick My Peppers in action? And do you find his power and the way he willingly abuses it kind of… well…. sexy? Or is that just me and my issues?
And, more importantly, are you the suggestible type? Do you find yourself swayed by the group think? Picking up on other people’s speech patterns? Are you the kind of person who, if they take a naughty sickie from work, ends up feeling a bit off anyway?
And for any power hungry weirdos like mewho find the mechanics of hypnosis as fask-inating as I do, check out this awesome article from How Stuff Works.
One more thing. Before you go, if you could all just do me a favor and stare into the spiral here for one moment…
Now for the subliminal messages. You love Lori’s blog. You will Follow and tell all your friends to Follow. You will visit and comment everyday. You will be exceptionally nice to your mum tomorrow, because she deserves it. And all your chocolates belong to me.
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April 20, 2010 at 10:30 pm -
As a matter of fact I have been hynotised! It wasn't Peter Powers, it was some other stage hypnotist…well, I don't think it was Peter Powers but I can't remember the guys name, so maybe it was, LOL.
Anyway….it worked, I was hypnotised. I was running around the audience looking for my husband, who was a garden gnome. Talk about embarassing. Oh AND, that very night I wet the bed, YES, a grown woman wet the bed. I still believe to this day HE MADE ME DO IT!! - April 16, 2010 at 12:13 pm
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I used to be certified as a hynotist years ago and worked with some clients; and I've done it myself, so yes I am suggestible. I've never been to one of those shows and have always been leary of them. I've never felt out of control when hynotized, though I can go very deep.
- April 16, 2010 at 8:49 am
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I would love to be hypnotized. If someone could hypnotize me into believing I hated chocolate and high fat things, I'd be pretty happy.
And skinny.
- April 16, 2010 at 7:44 am
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I think i would be, but i've never been hypnotised or seen a hypnotist live ( i've seen them on tv ). Although if i had the opportunity i might give it a shot…
- April 15, 2010 at 10:47 pm
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Wow Kakka that is amazing, I've never heard of it being used for birth before!!
- April 15, 2010 at 10:33 pm
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I underwent hypnosis for the birth of my last child. Though it my body went numb from just below my chest around and up to the same area in my back. Every Drs' visit he would hypnotise me and we would work through the process of belief and pain management. It worked, in fact it worked too well and my labour almost stopped because my muscles just wouldn't work. Mind you I delivered a 10lb 9 oz baby with no stitches but the last hour of labour was hell as I lost the concentration and couldn't get it back when they mentioned C-section because of my muscles. Still I would do it again.
- April 15, 2010 at 3:40 pm
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I am a highly suggestible. Think Slim and all that. I am no an of the "novelty" hypnosis bizzo, but hypnotherapy is my game……
- April 15, 2010 at 2:14 pm
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MUST COMMENT. EVERYDAY.
MUST COMMENT. EVERYDAY.
BE NICE TO MUM.
BE NICE TO MUM.*Nods Head.
Hey those are my chocolates. IN YOUR DREAMS. LORI. IN YOUR DREAMS.
The Bad Hair Vlog – RRSAHM
The Bad Hair Vlog
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- December 5, 2011 at 8:26 pm
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Lori, I think you look beautiful no matter what, good hair days, bad hair days…
- November 23, 2011 at 5:49 pm
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Love the ad – your laughing at the silliness of it all lol. Awesome!! (It's voiced-over by a PoM, hence "pan-ten") xo
- November 20, 2011 at 1:53 am
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Ssswwwiiissshh. Yep. You look like a goose. Luv u babe xo
- November 19, 2011 at 8:49 pm
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That looks like it would have been a fun commercial to make. I was watching your vlog when Thunder Maker brought Seagull in. He thought I was on Skype and wanted to say hello. He's not quite 3 and didn't get that you can't say hello to a vlog, so I told him I would comment and say hello to you for him. So, hello from Seagull.
- November 19, 2011 at 3:14 pm
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my hair is exactly the same.. it looks like some crazy red afro in the mornings.. and who has time for straightners seriously?? How cool pantene did that! that would of been so much fun!
- November 19, 2011 at 12:31 pm
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Hello x
- November 19, 2011 at 12:31 pm
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Hello x
- November 19, 2011 at 9:27 am
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Love pony tails. You get to have long hair but it's not in the way.
Then one day . .
you take a cold hard look in the mirror
and you realise . . .
Long GREY pony tail on a not so young face is NOT the look you really want, nor is the pull-back 'bogun face-lift'.
So, I'm a short and forward over the face style now (but that's not what my licence says)
Also, make-up can pull the attention away from bad hair too!
Tricks from an over 40!
Mrs. C - November 18, 2011 at 10:50 pm
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I'm pretty sure the ONLY way to wear my hair is a pony tail…
- November 18, 2011 at 10:50 pm
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Pan-ten? Really? Australians just LIVE to say things differently than everyone else, don't they? Hahaha!
One day Lori, I will send you a picture of my bed-head-baldspot. I sleep so soundly and in the same position every night, that my hair is rubbing off in jut one spot. The worst part? I'm 22…. and a girl.
- November 18, 2011 at 9:21 pm
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Some O'Bryan's Natural Products SLS & Paraben FREE Argan Moroccan Oil products coming your way…. Works even better than the Tatt Balm….
PS, Some pple pay loads to get their hair looking like yours does when you wake up….. BE BRAVE GO OUT WITH BED HAIR…..
- November 18, 2011 at 8:17 pm
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I agree with Donna, you OWNED that swish!
I vlogged my hair the other night when I was drunk because I'm an idiot and Twitter was egging me on. It's in my drafts folder for when I'm light on content. - November 18, 2011 at 7:36 pm
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What are you talking about? You OWNED that Swiisshhh!!
- November 18, 2011 at 5:34 pm
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Would have picked that as a professional model. You look fantastic!!!!!!!
- November 18, 2011 at 4:18 pm
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You look so beautiful Lori!
- November 18, 2011 at 3:54 pm
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Swwwisssh
- November 18, 2011 at 2:27 pm
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I just watched Mrs Woog's version over at her blog – and may i just say, i dont think we could get two cooler hair models!
- November 18, 2011 at 2:11 pm
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dammit your bad hair day is mine on a GOOD day. furrealz. can't be arsed with the straighteners and faffing round either, but I find a good blast with the dryer before bed with no styling whatsoever can tame it a wee bit. but yay, go the rubberband
- November 18, 2011 at 12:17 pm
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I shall die in my pony-tail!
- November 18, 2011 at 11:47 am
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Wow,you looked fantastic
PS I'm nearly 40 and I still wear my hair in a pony tail! - November 18, 2011 at 8:58 am
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What a great way to spend a day – great ad (not that I would buy Pantene because too many hairdressers have advised me not to) – but it looked like you had lots of fun !
Have a good one !
Me - November 18, 2011 at 8:50 am
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Wait it's pronounnced "pan-ten"?
Pfft Pantene sounds wayyyy better.
So is this an actual ad on the TV? I am going to have to hunt for it now!I feel you on the untameable hair. Even my BFF says my hair is shithouse. I think Barney Martin needs to invite me so we can put his skills to the test! Next time please be throwing me in your boot and hairnapping me.
- November 18, 2011 at 1:20 pm
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I just noticed my profile pic…you KNOW my hair is nothing like that now, LOL
- November 18, 2011 at 1:19 pm
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HAHAHAHAHAHAHA…Love it!!!! PMSL at the swish!!! I think your hair is just gorgeous! I can't remember the last time I didn't have a pony tail.
- November 18, 2011 at 9:41 am
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You look so amazing!
- November 18, 2011 at 9:08 am
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Sounds like a fun day! I have so many bad hair days its not funny anymore so i just end up putting it up in a ponytail (and looking like a 6 yo too).
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Random Ramblings of a SAHM: The Things We Do For Our Kids…
"It's Getting Hot In Here…" – RRSAHM
“It’s Getting Hot In Here…”
… so hot, so take of all your clothes, I am getting so hot….”
Remember that song? Wasn’t it crap?
Hold on, wait. Before we go any further, NuffNang is sponsoring this post. But you can win cool stuff. Quite literally, cool stuff. Hehe. Boom tish.
Anyway. Moving on. Summer is just about upon us here in Australia, and I am just so happy I could just bust. I luuurve summer.
Now that I have an air con. And can escape from the blistering, ridiculous forty degree heat.
Have a geeze at this ad. The dude that is in this ad, it used to be me. Only my neighbours weren’t quite so trusting. I generally had to jimmy open their locks.
A little-know fact about Lori is, back in the days before I lived in the Purple House with the Man, as I do now, I lived the single life in the Shoebox Flat.
As the name suggests, the ShoeBox Flat was tiny. Three bedrooms, barely big enough for beds. Unsealed wooden floors. No insulation.
And, of course, no air conditioning.
We had a few pedestal fans. That we draped wet tea towels over. (Looking back, that was probably a very, very bad idea. As were most things I did when I was eighteen.)
Cooling off is easier these days, inside and out.
On a few very memorable summer afternoons in the Shoebox Flat, my two flatmates and I took turns jumping in the bath together. Not as kinky as it sounds. We were wearing our swimmers. And the water was just as cold as we could get it. With no bubbles.
In summer, my Flat was an oven. Had I applied baby oil to my skin, I may have just roasted. Excuse me whilst I go baste myself.
Thank the Google God, that is no longer a problem. Bless the Purple House, where we live now, and its huge air conditioning systems.
Jealous? Don’t be. Well, do. But not too much. Because the awesome air con people at Panasonic are giving you guys the chance to win a Panasonic Air Con & installation.
Panasonic’s 2010 range of Air Con’s have all the bits and pieces you need to noit feel bad about running your air conditioner this summer. They have this thing called an Eco Patrol sensor that actually detects whether or not there are people in the room, and adjusts the air accordingly. They are super easy to clean, and have an Active E-ion air purification sensor that sucks 99% of the nasties out of the air. So no sneezy runny noses.
To win this awesome prize, all you have to do is leave a comment on this post, telling me “What’s the most bizarre thing you have done to keep cool?” One comment from all the comments on participating blogs will win this way cool prize (*Ahem* You like that, what I did there? Cool. Just like a Panasonic Air Con.)
And, just to increase my iJealousy, Panasonic have released an iPhone app called the Air Conditioning Sizing Wizard. Using your magic iPhone, you plug in your room size and viola!- up comes a scroll-able doovie thing with all the info about the air con that’s right for you. As they say, there really is an app for everything. Except, of course, producing yourself an iPhone out of thin air.
Anyways. Comment, enter, bring on summer!
Oh, and for those who like the fine print, here are the Terms and Conditions.
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- October 26, 2010 at 5:02 pm
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I live in Roma ..outback QLD…need i say more?
- October 26, 2010 at 3:56 pm
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We have an air conditioner installed in out house BUT it decided to die two years ago and we havent had the money to replace it. Unfortunatly it is un-fixable :(. I think i have tried alot of the same… kiddies pool in the lounge room, surrounded by 3 pedestal fans (black plastic on the floor). We have done the ice cubes in front of the fan, walking through our sprinklers and then trying to get back inside before it all evaporated but the BEST and bizarrest one was to help us sleep… i froze our sheets and our pillow cases!
- October 23, 2010 at 8:56 pm
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My sister and I would come home from school and make glass after glass of watermelon crushed with ice! Those cooling pink crushie drinks were a god send in our house! We must have gone through kilos and kilos of watermelons, and must have sent our parents grocery bill through the roof! lol.
- October 21, 2010 at 5:08 pm
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I grew up in the Philippines & in those distressing summer days, my siblings & I get a huge BLOCK of ice from the ice corner shop,carry it back home, place it on a table & in front of a fan and voila! cool breeze.
- October 19, 2010 at 10:10 pm
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I've done all of those tricks above in my efforts to keep cool here in Adelaide, plus taken a frozen "hot" water bottle to bed to help get to sleep. My unit is on the north-west end of the block, with no shade except for a tree I planted which is only this summer reaching the height of the guttering.I sweltered for six summers, actually looking forward to going to work because of the air-con there. Last summer however, my landlord arranged for installation of airconditioning. Sadly, it's one room only, (living-dining), not ducted through, plus the rent went up by $20 a week so he could recover his costs. But I loved the cool!! Unfortunately the damn thing sucks electricity faster than kids can suck icecreams, but I'm still grateful for it.
- October 19, 2010 at 7:57 pm
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6 words… BLOW UP POOL… BAGS OF ICE
Because water warms up too quickly to keep refilling a small blow up pool!
Other tricks include turning the water bed off during Summer, going to the supermarket and hanging out in the freezer section (not recommended if the shelf stacker is approximately the same age as you as they may misinterpret your reasons for being there…that was one awkward conversation that lead me to changing supermarkets!), finding a quiet (and shady) place to take the car and relax with the car air conditioning running (this was okay when petrol was cheaper) and my favourite, volunteering to house sit a friends house who HAD air conditioning! - October 18, 2010 at 10:39 pm
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I fill a hot water bottle with ice cold water and carry it with me around the house. I haven't yet tried it in public but it does the trick behind closed doors.
- October 18, 2010 at 5:22 pm
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When i was a kid we lived in melbourne it was the middle of summer and HOT! we didnt have a pool
wich we missed from our old house. so we collected up all the tarps and chairs and fixed the tarps to the chairs to make walls, then got the hose and filled it up with water. it wored for like 2mins then the walls fell down so we just made a slip and slide. this is one of many things me and my sisters got up to! - October 18, 2010 at 2:37 pm
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Oh gosh, having spent a 40 degree summer in my thrid trimester in our "suck in the heat" house there is a bit! Our house is so awful that it is actually cooler to stand out in the full sun sometimes
I've had the fan blasting whilst i've sat in my knickers and bra with a wet towel that i stuck in the freezer and froze wrapped around me. I've sat in the little kiddie blow up pool which i've wandered back and forth from the freezer filling up ice cube trays and emptying the ice cubes into the pool. That and, you know escaping to my parents or other relatives to drive into their REAL pools or lay in front of their aircon.
Now think, if i'm suffering that much how much my poor poor kids must be? We NEED this!! - October 18, 2010 at 1:36 pm
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Ice cream bucket of ice in front of the fan while it blows air. And works best with three fans going at once. Energy use = Fail. Cooling = Awesome.
- October 18, 2010 at 11:59 pm
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Mwooha ha ha ha these posts are just awesome, and i wonder why people think i'm weird when i say i dislike summer, I do, the sun is not my friend. I like to moon-bake, have you ever noticed how pale my skin is? well you don't get pale and pasty like this from being a summer lover. But I definitely need a new air-con system in this new house of ours.. there is an oldish clanger 10 year old energy sucker in the back room but it doesn't reach the front of the house.
So being dreadfully hot one summers eve I decided the cool tiles of the hallway would do the trick, no pillow, so after a few hours i had the T of the grout lines semi permanently etched into my cheek and a crick in my neck that would have rivaled Quasimoto's best efforts.
So tell those lovely people at Panasonic that i would be cool with a new aircon if not then i guess i'll just have to pay for one in a few years time he he he - October 18, 2010 at 12:51 pm
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we occassionally stick wet bed sheets in the freezer for hot nights.
- October 18, 2010 at 12:47 pm
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Well – living in Darwin and having moved here in the peak of the Build Up (i.e. hot, humid and no freakin' rain to fix it!) from Adelaide – I thought the hubby had shipped me to hell.
We rented a brand new apartment with a brain-less and soul-less landlord based in Melbourne with no idea about the weather in the tropics. Or how crap it is to pay a zillion dollars rent for a new dog box and the new air-con be broken.
ANYWAY – our solution to this problem (other than continue to complain on a weekly basis with the rent payment)was to grab our clothes every morning and jam them in our freezer while we showered. We showered in cold water…well, as cold as we could get it.
Then, lightly dry off (no point in scrubbing, the heat took care of most of it) and run to the freezer – as quickly as you can pile on your clothes!! And when it comes to your undies – relish in your nether regions being frozen – it's the only thing to keep you going through the day…well, until you can get to work where there's working air con!
Exactly like when your Mum used to pop your clothes and towel in the dryer or in front of the heater when it was the middle of winter – this is the summer version - October 18, 2010 at 11:37 am
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When I was younger and at home, Mum and Dad had a box freezer. I wet my long hair and proceeded to stick my head in the freezer (bending over so my head was as close to the bottom as my short legs would allow). Then, my hair got stuck to the ice that had formed on the walls of the freezer – ouch, but cool!
- October 18, 2010 at 2:07 pm
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When I was pregnant with my first boy, my partner and I were living with his Dad, in a tiny little 3 bedroom weather board house with no air conditioning.
I was 8 and a half months pregnant, it was the middle of January, and I had beached my self on the couch. In the meantime, my gorgeous partner would repeatedly wet towels, put them in the freezer, and then once they were freezing cold (but not yet frozen) he would take them out and drape them over me. Repeating this process once my boilingly hot, baby baking body had warmed (and thawed) the towels. - October 18, 2010 at 8:16 am
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I'm sure I'm not eligible for your giveaway, being in the USA and all. Plus, we're turning on the heat, here. it's dropping below Zero Celsius tonight.
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Well.
Very little pre-ambling chatter-boxing needed for this post.. Long story, short- in celebration of a few things (say, me turning thirty one and surviving another year of the After without running away and leaving my kidlets in the care of my mum or the cats or something) but mainly because a) you lot are awesome and deserve cool things and b) it‘s almost officially summer here in the Southern Hemisphere; I am very chuffed to introduce to you all…
The RRSAHM Super Huge Mega Awesome ‘Welcome To Summer’ GiveAway!
(Giveaway, meet jellybeans.)
It’s a collection of fabulously awesome prizes, and you can choose whether to enter for all of them, some of them, or just the one that takes your fancy. Or tickles your pickle. So to speak.
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Entry requirements are very simple. Using the form at the bottom of this post- or clicking here if you’re having trouble with that- tell me, in 25 words-ish… anything at all. I don’t really care what- just something. The answers that makes me smile or think or laugh or teaches me something or whatever will be declared winners. They’ll then be drawn in random order and matched with a random prize from the list they’ve selected.
Entries open Tuesday 20th November and close Monday 3rd December at midnight, AEST. CLOSING EXTENDED UNTIL MIDNIGHT FRIDAY 7th DEC, by popular demand.
Winners will be contacted by email on competition ending and prizes posted soon after.
My decision is final; no bitching, whinging or correspondence entered into.
Winners will be contacted by email on competition ending and prizes posted soon after.
My decision is final; no bitching, whinging or correspondence entered into.
Australian residents only- my OS readers, I owe you a giveaway. I know.
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Annnd… enough of the boring stuff. On with the goodies. Ladybugs and jellybeans- here’s what you can win…
* Three Nice’n Easy and Wella Pro Series summer style packs, each with a Nice’nEasy hair colour and a Wella Pro Series Colour shampoo and conditioner.
Huge thank to Wella and Nice’n Easy for this one. Did you know 71% of women colour their hair (GFK Beauty Care Women Survey, 2008), and therefore requires special treatment since colouring makes it more vulnerable? Preserve the vibrant, healthy look of hair shades with Wella Pro Series Colour which intensively nourishes and protects; where Nice ‘n Easy provides 100 percent grey coverage while delivering natural looking colour in the comfort of your own home.
* One E-Z Spray Tie Dye Kit– RRP $29.90
Perfect for summer fun with kids, this awesomely easy to use pack from Creativity For Kids is a perfect ‘stocking stuffer’ style present. Or- even better- one of those things you buy on the (school holiday) days you’re really losing your mind.
* One seriously awesome Logitech product pack- including an M305 wireless mouse (RRP $69.95), a Logitech HD C510 WebCam (RRP $79.95) and a Logitech Keyboard For iPad (RRP $99.95).
All thanks to the awesome tech geeks at Logitech, whom I love dearly and have blog-raved over a few times now.
* One copy of Sharon McGuiness‘ children’s book, ‘Coming Home’.
This one’s a very special prize. This book, written by a reader of mine and published by Wombat Books, is the beautifully, sensibly written journey of a
father’s struggle with depression, told through his daughter’s eyes. All royalties go to the Black Dog Institute, and a huge thanks to Sharon for sending me a copy and donating one for the giveaway.
* Two Angry Birds Space packs- each featuring 1 x Angry Birds Space 5” Talking Plush and 1 x Angry Birds Space Back Pack Clip.
Huge thanks to Moose- the best toy makers in the stratosphere. Because everybody- especially the Chop– loves Angry Birds.
* Two Starmaid SuperStar PopCorn Makers.
This is my absolute favorite new product of 2012. It pops a stack- 12.5 cups, to be exact- of fresh, fluffy oil-free popcorn in your microwave in just two and half minutes. It’s cheap, healthy, oh so convenient, and gets itself a tremendous five out five jellybeans on the RRSAHM Ranking Stuff Scale.
* Three super funky WAFF notebooks– RRP $19.99 each.
Because I know how much y’all love notebooks, and these are among the funkiest I’ve seen. Rubbery, tactile, grippy, and you can buy and add extra clip bits, not to mention position those clips wherever you like. The price tag is totally worth it- this A6 diary is refillable with any generic brand notepad of the right thickness. Win!
* One Flying Penguin wooden toy prize pack for little ‘uns– including a Upper and Lowercase alphabet blocks (set of 14) by Uncle Goose, Melissa and Doug Pound a Peg and an EverEarth Shape Sorting Noah’s Ark.
Thanks to the online store with the world’s coolest logo, Flying Penguin, for this amazing wooden prize pack, designed extra-specially for two year old’s. You have no idea how much I want to keep the Ark for my Fairy Garden… but I won’t. Connect with Flying Penguin on FB here.
* Sev<
span style=”font-size: small;”>en boxes of Smooze– RRP $6.95 each
Smooze Fruit Ice is a 100 per cent natural coconut-based ice block that can be eaten frozen, put in curries or stirred through yummy smoothies (see recipes on their Facebook page). Available in four delicious flavours: Simply Coconut, Pink Guava + Coconut, Mango + Coconut, and Pineapple + Coconut, Smooze Fruit Ice is as easy as shake, freeze, cut, push, slurp. Great for kids and parents alike, stick a Smooze in your freezer this summer! Available in the dessert aisle (next to jellies and maple syrup) of your supermarket.
* Five copies of ‘The Three Stooges’ on DVD.
The Farrelly Bros. bring back a beloved classic comedy act with ‘The Three Stooges’, a contemporary take on the world’s favorite trio of boneheads out now on Blu-ray and DVD from Twentieth Century Fox Home Entertainment. Moe, Larry, and Curly grow up finger-poking, nyuk-nyuk-nyuking and woo-wooing their way to uncharted levels of knuckleheaded misadventure. Now, out to save their childhood home, only The Three Stooges could become embroiled with an oddball murder plot…while stumbling into starring roles in a phenomenally successful TV reality show.
*One copy of each- the Toddler Friendly Baking ebook and the Toddler Friendly Cooking ebook from Keeping Up With The Holsbys. -RRP $15
As we know, I have a terribly short attention span which results in an inability to cook pretty much anything. These ebooks mix easy to cook recipes with stories, both funny and heartwarming, revolving around the invention of each recipe and the constant food struggles mums with toddlers know all too well. Each dish, desert and snack featured is nutritious and will inspire fussy eaters to be more adventurous, with foods they know love getting a toddler-friendly revamp that will satiate the bigger kids (including mums and dads) appetites, too.Keep Up With The Holsbys on their blog and their FB page.
* One $150 Spotlight voucher.
Stand back- no punching on over the Spotlight voucher, please, ladies.. I’m well aware of the depths of some of your addictions. Spotlight is the bestes place for everything, but especially Christmas- create, decorate and celebrate with Spotlight. You can shop online here, and connect with them on FB here. Oh, and here’s Kristie and I wearing Spotlight Xmas wreaths on our heads. Tra la la la la, la la la la.
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While obviously this isn’t an entry requirment- that would (probably) be grossly illegal- I will take this chance to remind you to donate one dollar to the #BloggersToBorneo appeal. It’s for orangutans. And orangs are cool.
In news much closer to home, the kidlets and I are going to be having an awesome time this weekend running (ambling…?) in the NSW Variety Santa Fun Run, representing Team RocketMan Media.
Three farcically undersized-for-Santa’s suits have arrived at the TinyTrainHouse, just in the nick of time. I’ll be posting later this week with the three of us in all our red and white fluffy glory. In the meantime, here’s an artist‘s impression of how I may look on Saturday…
Maybe.
You can sponsor us here, and any funds thrown our way- in support or pity, I’m not fussy– are much appreciated. There will be a vlog on this one, of course- coming soon.
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Random Ramblings of a SAHM: I Can’t F*cking Shut Up Wednesday. With Words And Stuff.
Random Ramblings of a SAHM: Jeans and Stuff.
Random Ramblings of a SAHM: Crowning.
Random Ramblings of a SAHM: Falling Into Place
A is for Total Awesomeness. – RRSAHM
A is for Total Awesomeness.
Heya,
R is for Ridiculous!
R is for *ahem* Regular!
S is for Share! (as in, ‘overshare’).
A is for Awesomeness! (No link there, I just use that word a lot. A. Lot. Noticed..?)
H is for Hooters! (I know, I know, Americansism, whatever.)
M is for Mrs Winterpepper!
Put it all together, and what do you get? Rrrarrsam!! RRSAHM!
*Ahem*. That’s well and truly enough of that.
Wondering what’s going on? It’s quite simply, really. I was lucky enough to get a freebie off the rockin’ Ash from Mm Is For Me.
Mm Is For Me do shirts, wall stickers, backpacks, slippers, cushions and quilts, all personalised with your child’s initial. And, inside the initial there are pictures of things that also start with that letter- possum for P, tractor for T, dolphin for D, so on and so forth.
C is for Cute!!
AnyW-is-for-Way, Mm Is For Me sent me a shirt for each of my kids and a wall sticker set for each of their rooms. Enter, my mini supermodels…
D is for Bump.
‘Scuse the crap-tastic-ness of the photo. The child is walking, of all things, and very difficult to keep still….
And T is for Chop.
The Chop, being a big ‘T’. Please excuse my horribly, disgustingly stained carpet.
I am loving these shirts. 100% cotton, so they are soft as the Bump’s bum. Vibrant colors. They wash well, and the applique washes beautifully too. And the girl’s shirts even have little bell sleeves on them. Divine.
And the wall stickers?
F is for Fully Stick Sick!
These stickers are so easy to put on- no contact-book-cover-bubbles here. They’re matte, so they almost look painted on the wall. Each individual letter is filled with pictures of objects that begin with that letter.
And the letters are, as I said, individual letters, so you can space them as squashed close together or wide apart as you like. And you can have them running across….
Or down….
Obviously, Mn Is For ME do not do pixellated stickers. I’m just protecting the supermodel’s identities, lest they begin demanding $10 000 or copious amounts of sugar before they will rise from bed in the morning.
Now, because A is for Ash is for Awesome, I have a set of a shirt and wall sticker, personalised for your child, to give away to one of you, my RRSAHM’ers. I know. H is for How Freaking Cool Is That?
There’s a few ways you can enter this one…
*Leave me a comment, completing this sentence– “Mm is for me, but it’s also for….”
*Follow Mm Is For Me on Twitter. And leave a comment here, saying you’ve done so.
*Tweet this- A is for Totally Awesome! I just entered a giveaway @Lori_RRSAHM ‘s place. /2010/12/is-for-total-awesomeness/ . And, again, leave a comment here telling me you’ve done so.
Separate comments for each entry, please. And for the love of all that is holy, please leave a valid email address. Thankyouverymuch.
OK, that’s it. Entries close 8pm on Friday 10th December. Winner will be drawn at random soon after, emailed, announced on the blog and yadda yadda yadda.
Happy comping! S is for See Y’all Later! (I know, I’m getting annoying. I is for I’ll Stop That Now.)
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- December 13, 2010 at 11:57 am
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mm is for my my what a day to find your blog – my my a win would make it perfect!
- December 10, 2010 at 7:52 pm
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umm i deserve to win cause I am ace- I am not bragging cause you follow me so you obs already know it.
THX - December 9, 2010 at 10:30 pm
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And for my final entry – I tweeted the competition. I wanted to add that no-one else was allowed to enter but thought that would be rude!
- December 9, 2010 at 10:29 pm
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No luck finding chocolate but I did find and follow Mm is for me!
- December 9, 2010 at 10:24 pm
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M is for me but also for meiji, my fave chocolate find in Japan.
Why oh why did I only bring 6 blocks home with me? I NEED some more. - December 9, 2010 at 9:51 pm
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M is for many many many fingers crossed to win this.
Think i am already following on Twitter but will double check. - December 9, 2010 at 9:45 pm
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F is for following on twitter
- December 9, 2010 at 9:45 pm
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Mm is for me, but it's also for Mrs Woog made an awesome comment! Loves it =)
- December 9, 2010 at 11:39 am
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tweetied… following…
:)Cute post - December 6, 2010 at 12:17 pm
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And I've just tweeted your tweet and flogged your bloggy-comp
- December 6, 2010 at 12:16 pm
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Following Ashleigh on Twitter now (just done it), annnd…
"Mm is for me, but it's also for Maybe I'll Be Able To Win Back My Daughter's Affections With This Give Away" (Mm is also for Manipulation of the emotional kind….. who knew 4yo girls were already so good at it????)
- December 6, 2010 at 11:50 am
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Tweeted about your giveaway too!
- December 6, 2010 at 11:50 am
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"Mm is for me, but it's also for Monday – The day in which we stay in our jarmies until midday!
- December 6, 2010 at 11:49 am
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- December 5, 2010 at 11:26 pm
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M is for My tweet has left the building.x
- December 5, 2010 at 8:11 pm
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Mm is for Mango… because even though this weather we're having is not summer weather, eating a beautiful fresh mango makes it feel like summer… and you wear T-Shirts in summer!
Have also followed and tweeted!
x - December 5, 2010 at 3:26 pm
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Ms is for monopoly. A board game that my two year old just discovered hiding in a cupboard and is now using the paper money for confetti. Mm is also for Mummy needs a lie down!
- December 5, 2010 at 8:06 am
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Mm is for " My son really needs a new t-shirt because the rest of them are all stained! " Really. Apparently i need to buy that super-oxygenated stain remover stuff cos the crap i've been using just doesnt work…
- December 5, 2010 at 6:48 am
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and tweeted (@gigglensqueak)
- December 5, 2010 at 6:45 am
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Mm is for margaritas! perfect on a balmy summers arvo, when you have finally got the ferals into bed- time to comiserate thegrey hairs they gave you that day.
- December 4, 2010 at 11:18 pm
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Have also tweeted the giveaway
- December 4, 2010 at 11:17 pm
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Also following MM on Twitter
- December 4, 2010 at 11:15 pm
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Mm is for me, but it's also for….Magnum. The ice-cream, the PI, whatever works.
- December 4, 2010 at 10:58 pm
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Mm is for me, but it's also for…mindblowingly-fantabulous-give-aways!!
And I already follow you here, but I don't know how (or why) to tweet, so I don't know how to follow you there – so I hope just stalking you once is enough…
xxxCate - December 4, 2010 at 8:45 pm
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"Mm is for me, but it's also for……..Mrs Mulvany." And that would be ME!
And I followed too.
And did a Tweet.
- December 4, 2010 at 8:42 pm
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Step 2 – DONE!
- December 4, 2010 at 8:33 pm
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Mm is for me, but it's also for "Man I want that prize!!!"
Love the t-shirts! They're gorgeous!
- December 5, 2010 at 1:44 am
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What cute kids and shirts and stickers!
- December 4, 2010 at 8:31 pm
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I knwo. I spelt miagraine wrong. D is for dumb
- December 4, 2010 at 8:30 pm
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M is for Miagrane.. if you keep doing your spelling post. W is for win, which I hope to do. T is for tweet – off to tweet the sheet out of your giveaway xo
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A is for Total Awesomeness. – RRSAHM
A is for Total Awesomeness.
Heya,
R is for Ridiculous!
R is for *ahem* Regular!
S is for Share! (as in, ‘overshare’).
A is for Awesomeness! (No link there, I just use that word a lot. A. Lot. Noticed..?)
H is for Hooters! (I know, I know, Americansism, whatever.)
M is for Mrs Winterpepper!
Put it all together, and what do you get? Rrrarrsam!! RRSAHM!
*Ahem*. That’s well and truly enough of that.
Wondering what’s going on? It’s quite simply, really. I was lucky enough to get a freebie off the rockin’ Ash from Mm Is For Me.
Mm Is For Me do shirts, wall stickers, backpacks, slippers, cushions and quilts, all personalised with your child’s initial. And, inside the initial there are pictures of things that also start with that letter- possum for P, tractor for T, dolphin for D, so on and so forth.
C is for Cute!!
AnyW-is-for-Way, Mm Is For Me sent me a shirt for each of my kids and a wall sticker set for each of their rooms. Enter, my mini supermodels…
D is for Bump.
‘Scuse the crap-tastic-ness of the photo. The child is walking, of all things, and very difficult to keep still….
And T is for Chop.
The Chop, being a big ‘T’. Please excuse my horribly, disgustingly stained carpet.
I am loving these shirts. 100% cotton, so they are soft as the Bump’s bum. Vibrant colors. They wash well, and the applique washes beautifully too. And the girl’s shirts even have little bell sleeves on them. Divine.
And the wall stickers?
F is for Fully Stick Sick!
These stickers are so easy to put on- no contact-book-cover-bubbles here. They’re matte, so they almost look painted on the wall. Each individual letter is filled with pictures of objects that begin with that letter.
And the letters are, as I said, individual letters, so you can space them as squashed close together or wide apart as you like. And you can have them running across….
Or down….
Obviously, Mn Is For ME do not do pixellated stickers. I’m just protecting the supermodel’s identities, lest they begin demanding $10 000 or copious amounts of sugar before they will rise from bed in the morning.
Now, because A is for Ash is for Awesome, I have a set of a shirt and wall sticker, personalised for your child, to give away to one of you, my RRSAHM’ers. I know. H is for How Freaking Cool Is That?
There’s a few ways you can enter this one…
*Leave me a comment, completing this sentence– “Mm is for me, but it’s also for….”
*Follow Mm Is For Me on Twitter. And leave a comment here, saying you’ve done so.
*Tweet this- A is for Totally Awesome! I just entered a giveaway @Lori_RRSAHM ‘s place. /2010/12/is-for-total-awesomeness/ . And, again, leave a comment here telling me you’ve done so.
Separate comments for each entry, please. And for the love of all that is holy, please leave a valid email address. Thankyouverymuch.
OK, that’s it. Entries close 8pm on Friday 10th December. Winner will be drawn at random soon after, emailed, announced on the blog and yadda yadda yadda.
Happy comping! S is for See Y’all Later! (I know, I’m getting annoying. I is for I’ll Stop That Now.)
Leave a Comment
{ 30 comments… read them below or add one }
- December 13, 2010 at 11:57 am
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mm is for my my what a day to find your blog – my my a win would make it perfect!
- December 10, 2010 at 7:52 pm
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umm i deserve to win cause I am ace- I am not bragging cause you follow me so you obs already know it.
THX - December 9, 2010 at 10:30 pm
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And for my final entry – I tweeted the competition. I wanted to add that no-one else was allowed to enter but thought that would be rude!
- December 9, 2010 at 10:29 pm
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No luck finding chocolate but I did find and follow Mm is for me!
- December 9, 2010 at 10:24 pm
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M is for me but also for meiji, my fave chocolate find in Japan.
Why oh why did I only bring 6 blocks home with me? I NEED some more. - December 9, 2010 at 9:51 pm
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M is for many many many fingers crossed to win this.
Think i am already following on Twitter but will double check. - December 9, 2010 at 9:45 pm
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F is for following on twitter
- December 9, 2010 at 9:45 pm
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Mm is for me, but it's also for Mrs Woog made an awesome comment! Loves it =)
- December 9, 2010 at 11:39 am
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tweetied… following…
:)Cute post - December 6, 2010 at 12:17 pm
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And I've just tweeted your tweet and flogged your bloggy-comp
- December 6, 2010 at 12:16 pm
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Following Ashleigh on Twitter now (just done it), annnd…
"Mm is for me, but it's also for Maybe I'll Be Able To Win Back My Daughter's Affections With This Give Away" (Mm is also for Manipulation of the emotional kind….. who knew 4yo girls were already so good at it????)
- December 6, 2010 at 11:50 am
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Tweeted about your giveaway too!
- December 6, 2010 at 11:50 am
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"Mm is for me, but it's also for Monday – The day in which we stay in our jarmies until midday!
- December 6, 2010 at 11:49 am
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This comment has been removed by the author.
- December 5, 2010 at 11:26 pm
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M is for My tweet has left the building.x
- December 5, 2010 at 8:11 pm
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Mm is for Mango… because even though this weather we're having is not summer weather, eating a beautiful fresh mango makes it feel like summer… and you wear T-Shirts in summer!
Have also followed and tweeted!
x - December 5, 2010 at 3:26 pm
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Ms is for monopoly. A board game that my two year old just discovered hiding in a cupboard and is now using the paper money for confetti. Mm is also for Mummy needs a lie down!
- December 5, 2010 at 8:06 am
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Mm is for " My son really needs a new t-shirt because the rest of them are all stained! " Really. Apparently i need to buy that super-oxygenated stain remover stuff cos the crap i've been using just doesnt work…
- December 5, 2010 at 6:48 am
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and tweeted (@gigglensqueak)
- December 5, 2010 at 6:45 am
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Mm is for margaritas! perfect on a balmy summers arvo, when you have finally got the ferals into bed- time to comiserate thegrey hairs they gave you that day.
- December 4, 2010 at 11:18 pm
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Have also tweeted the giveaway
- December 4, 2010 at 11:17 pm
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Also following MM on Twitter
- December 4, 2010 at 11:15 pm
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Mm is for me, but it's also for….Magnum. The ice-cream, the PI, whatever works.
- December 4, 2010 at 10:58 pm
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Mm is for me, but it's also for…mindblowingly-fantabulous-give-aways!!
And I already follow you here, but I don't know how (or why) to tweet, so I don't know how to follow you there – so I hope just stalking you once is enough…
xxxCate - December 4, 2010 at 8:45 pm
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"Mm is for me, but it's also for……..Mrs Mulvany." And that would be ME!
And I followed too.
And did a Tweet.
- December 4, 2010 at 8:42 pm
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Step 2 – DONE!
- December 4, 2010 at 8:33 pm
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Mm is for me, but it's also for "Man I want that prize!!!"
Love the t-shirts! They're gorgeous!
- December 5, 2010 at 1:44 am
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What cute kids and shirts and stickers!
- December 4, 2010 at 8:31 pm
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I knwo. I spelt miagraine wrong. D is for dumb
- December 4, 2010 at 8:30 pm
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M is for Miagrane.. if you keep doing your spelling post. W is for win, which I hope to do. T is for tweet – off to tweet the sheet out of your giveaway xo
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Perth – RRSAHM
Perth
I’m in Perth, the far west coast of Australia.
I’m so relaxed, it took me by surprise. The second night I was here, I was standing in my friend’s bathroom, and for a moment I almost felt like I was going to faint. Like I was so light, I could just float away…
It took me a few seconds to realise that I was, quite simply, relaxed. And it’s been so long, so many endless days…. I’d forgotten what relaxed felt like.
I can feel my soul healing here. For someone with PTSD, there is no place more perfect than Perth. It’s so quiet here, even in the middle of the city. It’s so spacious. Houses aren’t squashed together, the streets are wide and clean and they feel fresh and unconstricting.
And the sky…. the first thing I noticed, stepping off the plane, was how endless the sky is here. Nothing but blue, and it goes for miles and miles, from one side of the horizon to the other, not interrupted by hills or the clutter of Sydney surburbia.
And the beach… the ocean. Cold and salty and energising. Laying back, floating so easily in the salt, eyes closed… like there is nothing else on earth but me, and the rushing, cosseting blanket of the Indian Ocean.
The other side of Australia. A whole different ocean, almost. A place I can swim, in the sea, and not have Tony’s ashes floating with me, clinging to me, abrasing me with guilt.
And a friend here, who knows me, who’s known me since I was six. Who doesn’t define me by my children, or Tony, or anything else that formed part of my Purple Life. Someone who knows the essence of me, because they’ve known me since I was so much less than, but so much more than, the boundaries of my adult life.
Someone who knows my soul, and makes me tea and toast, and took me to watch the sunset over the water. Someone who knows the essence of me, and loves me anyway, the way only the best of friends can do for you.
I met up with friends, my beautiful blogging friends, like Glow and The Fabulous Lady, and forum friends, who I’ve known for so long, and love so dearly… it was so lovely to put faces to blogs, to the stories of their life I already know about.
I’m being taken care of. I’m being weak and fragile and lost, the same way I have been for weeks. But the difference is I don’t have to pretend to be strong here. No one expects it of me, and there is no grinding life- bills and errands, things to make me anxious- to smack me in the face as soon as I wake up.
Thirty one hours until I have to fly home. I so wish I could stay.
I can feel myself, slowly, shakily, timidly, but quite percectably… I can feel myself healing here.
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- March 8, 2011 at 9:44 am
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As all the others have said, I am happy to hear that you've been able to find a place where you can feel calm and relaxed.
Perhaps your friends could bottle up some of that Perth blue sky and ship it to you!
Wishing you many more calm days,
L. Avery Brown
http://whenasouthernwomanrambles.blogspot.com/ - March 8, 2011 at 7:28 am
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It was good to read this. I am glad you found a place to relax.
- March 8, 2011 at 6:54 am
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So wonderful. Peace, beauty, rest, friendship, a change of PLACE. So happy you had this. Keep it with you. I love what an earlier commenter said about it being a "balm" for the soul. Perfect… so soothing.
- March 7, 2011 at 1:23 pm
- March 7, 2011 at 9:31 am
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Oh, good! I'm glad you are in a beautiful place with friends. Take care.
- March 7, 2011 at 1:25 am
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Oh my goodness, what a brilliant post. I was in tears because I could feel your emotion and it was so incredibly positive. Thank God for good friends… can't you think of moving?
- March 7, 2011 at 11:43 am
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I love Perth. We lived there before. I wanted to move back there when we visited two years ago. Such a nice place, great for raising a family. Why not stay there?
- March 6, 2011 at 11:30 pm
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Hope the healing continues back home and that you find even a little of the peace.
- March 6, 2011 at 7:54 pm
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I'm so glas you're having this peaceful time out. It's just what you need now.
- March 6, 2011 at 4:17 pm
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Hi Lori
I just wanted to say congratulations on flying.
I've read about how much you hated it and Perth isn't exactly close by..
You've taken such a big step at such a shit time..
CheersKatie xxxx
who_me_123@hotmail.com - March 6, 2011 at 1:00 pm
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I am so so happy that you have your friend, and Perth too — either one of them alone would have been wonderful — but together… that is a recipe for soothing.
Thinking of you.
Pam
- March 6, 2011 at 11:58 am
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Obviously just what you needed. Enjoy
- March 6, 2011 at 8:53 am
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So pleased to read this. I hope the healing process will continue and you will return home much stronger thanks to the kidness and love of you dear friend.
Stella x - March 6, 2011 at 3:50 pm
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Aaw, by now you've left. I would have loved to meet you.
If you're ever back this way, I'm keen if you are.So pleased your trip was peaceful and healing.
I think about you often, and you have another friend here in Perth, should you want one
- March 6, 2011 at 12:25 am
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I'm glad you're healing. Not a comment on you at all but just where my thoughts are (and only because you have written about them so beautifully )with your gorgeous children and esp that wonderful little boy of yours.
- March 5, 2011 at 11:34 pm
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I was at my happiest in Perth. I still consider it sacred and use my memories of it for 'my happy place' when I'm low and stressed. Perth is locked in my mind and even though I've been taken out of Perth, it can never be taken out of me
- March 5, 2011 at 10:25 pm
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I am so happy to hear that this is helping you and allowing you to feel some of life's joys again. Have you thought about moving there, since it agrees with you so much?
- March 5, 2011 at 9:08 pm
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Thank goodness. So glad to hear you have had some calm and time out. and some non-pressure nurturing.
You may have to leave it for a while – but it's always there for you to go back to…just hold it in the back of your mind, and return to it when you need it – mentally, or, (preferably) if you can, physically.
- March 5, 2011 at 7:31 pm
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I moved to the beach for a year after My Mum died and I'm forever saying it…The sea healed my broken heart. I'm so glad you are feeling some peace Hun, Hugs x
- March 5, 2011 at 6:45 pm
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Perth is like that, and I am so glad you're enjoying. Perth is a place where the endless space helps clear your mind!
- March 5, 2011 at 5:30 pm
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Perth has that quality about it, no? And I'm with Lucy… It's not entirely impossible to move there. So relieved for you that you have been able to breathe out with no expectation even if only for a couple of days.
- March 5, 2011 at 4:58 pm
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Oh Lori that sounds wonderful. Yay for you. I am glad the healing has begun …
- March 5, 2011 at 1:00 pm
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awesome!! hugs!!
- March 5, 2011 at 10:18 am
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There are so few people in life with whom we feel that secure, able to be completely ourselves. I'm glad you are with such a person now
- March 5, 2011 at 8:42 am
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So glad you have somewhere safe and beautiful to heal your soul. Sending kind thoughts xo
- March 5, 2011 at 7:30 am
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The beach is so healing, as is simple peace. I can't think of much to say at the moment, but still here, willing you onwards Lori.
Lots of love sweet girl,
Sophie xxx - March 5, 2011 at 5:35 am
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That is so good to hear. *HUGS* Wishing you all the best.
- March 5, 2011 at 4:41 am
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That is excellent. May that peace (at least some of it) follow you home.
- March 5, 2011 at 3:35 am
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So glad to hear you sound like you have som peace in your life. If this is the place you can find peace then maybe you should look for a way to stay there. Take your kids, find a place… I know, there's a lot I don't know about your situation, but I hear it in your voice and wish you could keep that peaceful feeling forever.
- March 5, 2011 at 3:10 am
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Oh Lori, yay! And yes, yes, I GET this! This is so right, so what you need. Drink it up. If you can do this again, do it. Do it as much as you can.
When I was diagnosed with PTSD I went to stay with my brother in the southwest for 2 weeks. I only meant to stay one but needed to stay 2. It was the same thing. I was loved, nurtured, allowed to sleep in, my kids were loved and looked after. I was with someone who knew me from infancy and loved me unconditionally. I had no bills or lawyers or school runs and I went on leave from work. It was sunny and warm instead of freezing and icy. I healed there. I hope to heal more in Australia.
You need this. You need as much of this as you can get. I hope you can find more and allow yourself to take it. I wish you could come to Kansas. I would take care of you here. xx
- March 5, 2011 at 2:45 am
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Welcome! I read this post with a big smile on my face for you. I am so glad you got on a plane and flew! And I breathed a sigh of relief for you that you have found a little bit of peace for a while. Good friends are fabulous aren't they?
- March 5, 2011 at 2:43 am
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No matter what ocean it is, the beach and the sound of the waves make you feel good. I am glad you got to go where it makes you feel wonderful.
- March 5, 2011 at 2:02 am
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Nothing like the beach to bring calm and peace. I've never been more relaxed than when I was lying on a rock beach in Nice, France.
Stay longer if you can, and maybe one day move there. Sometimes you and peace have to meet eachother in the middle.
sending LOVE and PEACE,
MariannaPS – a dream of mine to go to Aussie. Long trip from Canada! Perth will be my first stop
- March 5, 2011 at 12:50 am
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I'm so glad you are enjoying this little break
hope you can carry some of the peace home with you. xxx - March 5, 2011 at 12:01 am
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Like the others Lori I am thrilled to hear you have shed your burden for a small while. Not the soul-deep wound but the expectations and demands that life (and otehr people) put upon in Sydney.
I hope your experience of relaxtion reminds you it is possible once you return to 'real life'. May the universe bless deeply your beloved life-friend there in Perth.
- March 4, 2011 at 11:59 pm
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CourtneyB – Raleigh is North Carolina! Lori, I adore Sydney but I can imagine that the busyness of it can be smothering when you are trying to find peace and quiet. Glad to hear you have found some in Perth.
- March 4, 2011 at 11:16 pm
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Glad you are having a wonderful time here in Perth & are finding some peace.
- March 4, 2011 at 11:09 pm
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Perth is a wonderful place isn't it? Glad you found some peace there, Lori. xx
- March 4, 2011 at 11:04 pm
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If anyone deserves it, it's you.
Be warned, though. Healing is not unidirectional. You may fall back away from it again.
And that's OK, too.
- March 4, 2011 at 10:44 pm
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good on you, Lori
- March 4, 2011 at 10:36 pm
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That's good my love. That's good.xxx
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Wouldn't live anywhere else, glad you love it as much as we do!
Especially happy that you found some peace here. - March 4, 2011 at 9:55 pm
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Move there. Places that bring you peace are not to be underestimated. xxx
- March 4, 2011 at 9:48 pm
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Enjoy xx
- March 4, 2011 at 9:41 pm
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I'm glad you have found a peaceful place that has helped you heal a bit. It must be a wonderful uplifting feeling to escape for a while.
- March 4, 2011 at 9:20 pm
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I'm glad you've found somewhere to relax and heal a bit. Lots of love.
- March 4, 2011 at 9:06 pm
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So glad to hear you're starting to feel yourself heal! And so glad you have the chance to feel so loved by your old friend. There's nothing quite like them x
- March 4, 2011 at 8:54 pm
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It was lovely to meet you, and give you a big hug! Make sure you come and visit us again soon x
- March 4, 2011 at 8:51 pm
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How wonderful it is to read this and hear there is a balm being applied to your searing soul xx
- March 4, 2011 at 8:43 pm
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Thank Gawd for good friends ( not that i have many )….and good luck for the rest of your stay Lori…
- March 4, 2011 at 8:40 pm
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so glad that you are getting the relaxation and care that you so deserve love ya sunshine xxx
- March 4, 2011 at 8:37 pm
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Sounds lovely and just what you need xx
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I'm so glad you have found a little haven of peace. I grew up in Perth, I live in the desert now but it is an essential part of who I am. I'm honoured to share a little of it with you.
- March 4, 2011 at 8:28 pm
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sounds like just what you need xox
- March 4, 2011 at 8:25 pm
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It was wonderful to be able to finally give you a hug, Lori. I had such a fantastic time at dinner. I'm glad you are healing here and have some lovely Don Burke median strip stories to take home with you
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Maybe, just maybe Perth is where you are supposed to be? Heal well xx
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Oh your in my world! Perth is simpler, do enjoy seafood on the beach at sunset. Walk on the river. Wander in the heat. It's good for the soul xxx
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I wish you could stay, too.
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Heal well and enjoy.
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we've LOVED, LOVED, loved having you here. xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo
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Wonderful
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I have not been to Perth but I can imagine all that sky my dad went there and he said it had the biggest sky he had ever seen.I am glad you found a little peace who knows what may follow.
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I love Perth, The nomadic Gypsie in my heart wishes i could live there a little while… and Darwin… and Adelaide… and Paris… Raleigh, South carolina… Orange NSW… an Echuca… Ahhhhhh one day!
- March 4, 2011 at 9:32 pm
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I've been reading this, smiling. Peace and love to you. xxx
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to read this was bliss…I ask the universe to let you bring some of that sense of ease home with you..
- March 4, 2011 at 8:13 pm
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Why can't you stay? Even for a few more days. So happy you are soldiering on & conquering! Look what you can do! You can FLY!
Lots of love-xxx Autumn
- March 4, 2011 at 8:09 pm
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Good to know there's a place you can escape to. Much love. Gx
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Learning To Say 'No' – RRSAHM
Learning To Say ‘No’
I am– so very, very gradually– learning to use the word ‘no’, and apply it where necessary.
It’s not about saying ‘no’ to my kids– I’m quite well practiced at doing that. And they are equally well practiced at hearing it (even if not actually listening to it). Some days I feel as though all I say is “No, no, no, no, no!!” And I get sick of hearing it myself. So I can only imagine how my four year old must feel about it. And exactly why he gets that sour look on his face when he Spidey-senses I’m about to say it again.
It’s more about learning to say ‘no’ to pretty much everything else in my life. For my own health and sanity.
I’m such a ‘yes’ person, and I’m ridiculously suggestible. It’s taken me a long time to even begin to understand the notion that just because someone asks you a question, that doesn’t mean the answer has to be ‘yes’. And just because someone suggests something, that doesn’t neccessarily make it a good idea.
Ironically, putting myself into the situation where that created a huge weakness helped. You just can’t be a ‘yes’ person, dating in the modern world… you will only sleep with people for all the wrong reasons and get hurt. (And I can tell you that from sordid experience, too.)
But in most situations, I really can’t seem to help myself, and I don’t remember really being any other way. I dislike saying ‘no, and it takes a lot to squeeze a refusal from me.
I hate saying no to more writing work, even if the money’s not worth the time involved. I hate saying no to requests of time and space on my blog, especially from charities, even when I really can’t squeeze it in. I hate saying no to invitations to events I know my kidlets would enjoy, even if they fall on one of those holy sacred ‘Mummy’s Days Off From The Screaming Children‘, otherwise known as the blessed institution of daycare. I really hate saying to my friends, to requests to join them sin some way, do something with them. Especially if it’s something fun. And especially if the reason I’m saying no is I am just too damn exhausted to say ‘yes’.
For as long as I can remember, in most every area and aspect of my life,I’ve prodded and pushed and flagellated myself, saying ‘yes’ when I mean ‘no’. Bending to the will of the wind, rather than breaking against it. And, to be honest, I like that character trait in myself as I do in the people around me. It makes me happy, contented, knowing for sure that generosity, kindness and a willing to offer whatever I’ve got to assist others is so ingrained in my personality that I have to fight against it. And I’m certainly not planning to shut that off, stunt it, let that creeping bitterness seep foggy fingers under the doors of my mind again.
I’m juts going to stop running around like a goose, trying to do everything at once, when half the things I’m doing no one notices but me, and no one- including me- is any better off for them.
It hasn’t so much been a conscience decision as a simple unavoidable, catalyzed by that massive meltdown following my return from Melbourne. In the wake and comedown, the day after that one of my mates stayed and patted my back as I cried myself to sleep like a tiny child missing someone they love dearly; I look back on the last few months and take stock of what I’ve been trying to do– everything, all at once. Trying not just mum and a bit of dad as well, but also a handful of other randoms with long to-do lists and multiple anxieties . And I realize, in the calm following that storm, that there’s none of us who are any better for what I’ve been doing. As I said, I’m not sure anyone noticed but me. And the only person really paying any price for it is me, too.
Of course, as usual, I’m exhausted.
So I’ve begin the practice, the ritual, of saying ‘no’. I’ve discovered, of course, that’s it not saying ‘no’ that’s difficult. It’s dealing with that self-flagellating, arse-kicking guilt in the aftermath. But that guilt always passes, and the people who love me understand.
So I’m saying ‘no’ more often. And once again, the only person who’s really noticed is me. I’m still exhausted, but somehow, it’s an easier exhaustion.
Maybe it’s because at least this way, that exhaustion is negotiable. I can trade off big hunks of time for things I was going to do, but have said ‘no’ to. The relief is… awesome. This saying ‘no’ thing, I’d highly recommend.
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- November 3, 2012 at 2:23 pm
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What a crazy new world you've found yourself in Ms. Lori. Your strength and perservation is awe inspiring.
- November 2, 2012 at 9:07 pm
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Learning to say no in a compassionate way (for yourself that is) is extremely difficult… your post reminded me of this post I wrote some time back. Thinking of you in your efforts to learn no! http://theyoungsourceror.blogspot.fi/2012/08/learning-to-say-no.html
- November 2, 2012 at 8:46 pm
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I struggle with no too. Sometimes I say yes when I should probably say no out of the simple fact that sometimes I feel the other person needs the yes more than I need my no. But you're right, there's a line and sometimes it's crossed because I don't want to let people down.
Please don't feel like I am someone you cannot say no to. - November 2, 2012 at 1:08 pm
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I feel like these are my thoughts I am reading out in front of me.
I am learning to say NO more often too and it really is the break I need. Always putting others needs and wants before your own is just so flipping tiring!Good for you, looking out for you!
Enjoy - November 2, 2012 at 10:35 am
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Saying 'no' will pay off… Take care of you first and the rest will fall into line. x
- November 2, 2012 at 8:57 am
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Power to you Lori – you're carrying a huge load. Be kind to yourself x
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"Why, darling, that's called lubricant!" – RRSAHM
“Why, darling, that’s called lubricant!”
Heya,
In case you missed it, what with all the huge FlogYoBlog excitement and what not, I’m guest posting this weekend over at Very Bored in Catalunya…
That’s all I’m gonna say. I think the title of the post speaks for itself.
See you there.
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I loved this post….kids are evil geniuses xxx
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Random Ramblings of a SAHM: Fuck You Too.
Random Ramblings of a SAHM: Exhaustion.
The Chop
The Chop
Because you’ve all been very, very well behaved and a lot of you have completed your mission for last weekend; I think its time for a giveaway. Or two. And a vlog. Here- in fact, have these…
Just like the video says- you can win the awesome Logitech HD TV Cam that the Chop and I were showing off on YouTube. It’s all set up and ready to go for Skype- it’s actually easier than using it on the computer. And it’s perfect for those of you who Skype with relatives- it’s just like talking to them sitting in your lounge room, without the sterility of staring at a computer screen.
If you’d like to own this one, just fill out the entry form below…
In addition to that, I’ve had something of an epiphany over the last few weeks. It’s something I’m sure I knew, a long time ago- that being in love makes you feel pretty. And I’ve had much less use for the make up mask I’ve been wearing for a while now. Not that dressing myself up isn’t still awesome fun… it’s just I feel just as pretty with a clean fresh face and no make up.
I know. It’s all a bit ridiculous and feel like a teenager and it’s lovely.
Anyway- to celebrate the New Year and fresh looking skin and feeling awesome, I’ve also got six Olay Total Effects packs valued at RRP$45.48, each with an Olay Total Effects Day Cream Gentle SPF15 (RRP $32.49 and an Olay Total Effects Cream Cleanser (RRP $12.99).
You want? Fill out the entry form below…
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Random Ramblings of a SAHM: The Things We Do For Our Kids…
Scared and Brave. – RRSAHM
Scared and Brave.
You can be scared and brave. Or you can just be scared.
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The kidlets, the Most Amazing Man, my brother Uncle Grog, and I went to Luna Park last weekend, in honour of the Bumpy girl’s birthday. Sydney’s Luna Park is one of my favourite places on the planet. Melbourne Luna Park doesn’t have quite the same vibe- it’s missing the tragic deaths and the element of being a ghost carnival for a few sad, lonely years.
Not that it matters. It’s still crap-tastic kitschy fun. It brings out the big kid in me (not that it takes much to do that, really) and my children adore it.
The Bump, tall for her age, is still a tiny, slight little thing. She never likes to be left out. Which is how, despite only meeting the height requirement by a centimetre or two, she ended up in line with the rest of us for the Scenic Railway roller coaster and the Ghost Train. That roller coaster is over a hundred years old and you feel its age every time it rickets around the fenceline of the park, bumping, and nearly bucking off it’s tracks.
Holding my tiny girl child tightly with one arm as the coaster careened around was slightly terrifying. She thought it was fabulous. “Let’s go again!!” she screams as we alight from the car.
A physical rush for my budding adrenaline junkie is one thing. I was guessing the psychological terror of the Ghost Train might be a different experience altogether.
The Bump is timid and hesitant with ‘scary things’. Unexpected noises distress her. She is terrified of the dark. earthworms, centipedes and anything else deemed ‘gross’ provoke genuine tears of shock and horror.
Despite all of that, she still wanted to go on the freaking Ghost Train. And I found myself in one of those parenting quandaries that come up every now and then, when you least expect it. One of those moments in life that will, quite possibly, dictate how things proceed, for you and them, from here on in.
Do I let her on the ride, even though I’m sure it will scare her absolutely stupid? Or do I say “No, it is too scary, you will not like it. Let’s have a go on the carousel instead?”
It’s always easier to ride the carousel. And sure, carousels are fun. They’re simple and wholesome and they play pretty music. The Ghost Train is dark and unknown. It sounds scary from outside. And- despite being the lamest thrill on the planet to an adult- I can only imagine that for a just-turned-four-year-old, the swinging doors, flashing lights and bad robotronics would be pretty horrifying.
(Truth be known, the scariest part of riding Melbourne’s Ghost Train as an adult is knowing that, in Sydney, seven people died in a ride just like this; trapped and scared in the pitch dark, having left their burning coaster cars and tried to make it out on foot. A father was found huddled with his children, burned to death by the flames before the smoke even got to suffocate them.)
This is what I can teach her, here. To not do things at all, because you might be scared. Or to be scared, but brave. To be afraid and do things anyway.
So I let her ride on the Ghost Train. I give her a hundred chances to change her mind as we wait the fifteen minutes in line, surrounded by excited kids and the smell of fairy floss, the Ghost Train’s tinned growls and shrieks suddenly very loud over the rush of other rides behind it.
My cranky ballerina, she stands firm, her cherubic lower lip set in steadfast determination. “No. I am okay, Mummy, I am fine. I want to ride the Ghost Train.”
I am proud of her. I’m proud of her as she climbs on board a coaster car with her Uncle Grog, who she has chosen to ride with her, and snuggles in tight next to him. I’m even prouder when she emerges into the sunlight again. Her blue eyes are big and wide with shock. But she’s not the screaming, tearful mess I half expected. In fact, as she sees me she breaks into a cheeky, sparkly lollipop grin.
“Mummy!!” she cries. “That was awesome!!”
Indeed, my princess. That most certainly was.
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She is a delightful bright spark.
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My only experience of parenting is still only of having them but I think it must often be a think fast on your feet, 50/50 odds crap-shoot. I am so glad it turned out well!!
While I wish my mom had allowed me to make more decisions for myself when I was growing up, I still clearly remember burying myself into her in terror on the Disney World haunted house ride when I was four, and upchucking all over my dad on the Spider boardwalk ride in Point Pleasant, NJ when I was six (1980ish, lol).
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Love the post and I think you’re right when you say “This is what I can teach her, here. To not do things at all, because you might be scared. Or to be scared, but brave. To be afraid and do things anyway.”
One day I asked my 6 year old Little what he thought being brave meant and he told me being brave is not about NOT being scared of something but it is being scared and doing it anyway because it’s probably not as scary as you think.
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Kids often find the most unusual ways and places to surprise us. Not just that, but it’s often a toss of the coin as to whether it’ll be a good surprise or a bad one. Well done Bumpy Girl!
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Oh bless her!
Also, people died on a Ghost Train ride?! OMG.
Scary indeed, your little girl is braver than me. I hate rides. I’m a big wuss.
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Aw, little thrillseeker!
(Can I tell you a secret? I’m thirty one and still to scared to ride the rollercoasters and ghost trains. But I’m brave in other ways. Does that count?
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This post, and the post before it, make perfect sense to me. When my mom died (I was 24) I had to plan her funeral (which was on my birthday). When people would say "I'm sorry" or "you'll be okay" or "it'll get better" I wanted to punch them in the face. Of course now I know they were saying the only things they could think of… but I get it.
Losing my mom sucked… but everyone realizes that eventually their parents will pass away. I didn't expect to lose her that soon, but still. I'm looking at my husband, and I can't imagine losing him. Our husbands are supposed to be around forever… or AT LEAST 80.
What I'm trying to say is I know 1/3 of what you felt…. and you said it best. "What the fuck"
I think you are superhuman for writing about your pain. I think you are amazing for breathing. I know you have to but that doesn't make it any less amazing. ♥ Email me if you ever want to vent, cry, yell, or just type FUCK over and over.
Thought of you so often on this day and everyday. It is fucked and it is not fair and God..you have really dropped the ball on this one! xoxoxo
I am really so sorry for all of this. You're right… it isn't supposed to go down like this. And even those that have travelled this road before you are at a loss for words. One day at a time… Sending lots of love and strength to you.
Your right, this is all pretty damn Fucked Up. Shouldnt have happened. Is there a god after all? After this week I'm thinking No Fucking way.
thinking of you every day Lori. {{{hugs}}}
My mum buried my dad when she was not yet 28.
And yet I can't begin to imagine how you are feeling right now.
I am very sorry for your loss.
One day at a time honey. You're doing it, you're getting through xo
I am new to your blog – sent over from BabyMac. How could I read what's happened and not send you a comment of support? I haven't lost my husband but I know grief. I remember that each morning I'd wake up and for a few seconds life was normal. By the time my feet hit the carpet to get up, that sinking, heavy, stomach turning sadness would hit and I'd remember that I'd lost him and all was not okay in my world. I'm sure this is your life every day right now. I send you my love and prayers at this time. x
((((((Lori)))))) Nothing I can say helps, I know that but I care and am praying for you and it is awfully unfair.
Mich xx
*hugs* *hugs* *hugs*
I heard your speech on Friday was really moving.
What i wouldn't giveto take your pain away right now and give you your man back.
I am so sorry Lori.
The other day, for some reason, actually, probably cuz you've been in my thoughts and subconscious so much this week, I thought how I would feel if my Dear Husband died before me. I decided one of my reactions would be, like you, anger at God. And I'm 58 and have loved him for 40 years. I'm also a lifelong Christian. I say I believe in Him. I believe, too, that He is big enough to take my anger and loving enough to still comfort me in spite of it. Praying He sends someone-maybe me!-to listen to and empathize with your anger. And in doing so, remind you by actions, that He loves you and your children and is still willing and able to comfort you all. *hugs*
(((((hugs))))) and (((((anything else that I can give you virtually that would help)))))
I'm so incredibly sorry for your loss. My thoughts and prayers are with you and your children.
Comments seem so inadequate. Just know there are hundreds of people around the world thinking of you and sending you love. x
My friend Eden told me of your horrible loss. I just wanted you to know that even way over here in the US, you are in peoples thoughts and prayers.
None of what you are going through is fair.
Warm warm hugs my friend.
Ahh baby girl. ….'What the fuck is this?..' barely even begins to describe the pain, the emptiness, the heart ache & the anquish you are feeling…. It IS fucked up, it IS TOTALLY unfair… FEEL the anger, FEEL the pain, feel your loss. scream when you need to scream!
You know you have no other choice but to survive, BUT, FUCK IT! You are totally entitled to feel ripped off & totally pissed off by what has happened!!
Feel all of it, don't deny your pain. Let it consume you. Grieve. Cry. Scream.
…Then, when you can't possibly scream anymore,stop.
Take a VERY deep breath, in & then,breathe out… Slowly, let it all go…..
Though right now it seem so totally impossible & so very far away (..Possibly in some other life time!!!)
…You will be free. You will smile again. You will be happy. You will never forget.
One day, the world will, once again, be a very good place to be….
Love, Inga.xxx
I was so unbelievably sorry to hear your news today – you and your family are in my thoughts and I wish you the peace, love, strength, time and support to help you heal. xxx
I am so sorry for your loss. You are in my thoughts xo
There is nothing to say, Lori. Words are no comfort. No joy. Time is all that can heal right now. x
It's totally fucked up. I can't imagine the pain you must be feeling
I wish there was more I could do
I can only add what's helped me on times if loss:
1) Things don't happen by design or for a reason: they just happen. When I stopped trying to figure out reasons or some grand scheme behind bad things happening I was able to fond them less difficult. Might be just a personal thing.
2) cliched but true: time heals. You don't want to hear it now but it's true. It may be a lot of time, & he'll always be with you, but you will gradually heal.
Love & peace to you x
yeah fuck that. I'm so angry for you Lori.
((Big Hugs))
xx
Lori, I've never posted on your blog before but have lurked a few times via Diminishing Lucy. You sound like an amazing woman and am glad you have kept up your writing during this most shitty of times – your rawness is as captivating as your humour! You will get through this and I send much love to youand your family.
Andrea
Lori
Words are not enough to cover the magnitude of a loss like yours. I do not know you, yet your pain resonates deep in every fibre of my being. I am at a loss for words to say anything that would be of any real comfort to you right now. Just know that you are surrounded by a world of people thinking of you and sending you love.
We will not leave your side in the months ahead. Keep posting….and we will be here.
x0x0x0x
Lori, you have people all over the world walking with you right now. I'm in So. California – found your blog through Moments of Whimsy. I lost my 18 year old son 2 years ago unexpectedly and know the shock and disbelief you are feeling right now. Hope you feel all the love coming to you from all over the world. Don't try to make sense of anything, just walk, just like you are doing. One foot in front of the other. Sending warm hugs from CA. xoxo
Lori, I have been thinking of you and your family all week xxx
Life sucks very, very hard. And my heart goes out to you that you are on the receiving end. It's simply not fair. Sending you love xxx
I wish I had the words to soothe your pain. I don't. Hugs. x
I am so sorry for you loss, no one promised that life would be fair, what God did promise he would not put anything in our paths, that he did not give us the strength to get through, and that we could be sure, he would be with us every step of the way, this is not God's doing he is a God of love, this is life happening. You are in my prayers, and I can tell you are surrounded by people who love you, this is the comfort that God promises.
Oh my God, I am so sorry. I wish you all the strength in the world.
I wish I could take all your pain away.
CheezelMonster from BB
It fucking sucks that you have to 'do' this. It's wrong and it's not fair. Hugs.
Fuck xoxo
You are in our thoughts Lori.
((HUG)) again, and always:) You're right, it doesn't make sense at all.
oh hun..dont know what to say except to let you know we are here, listening. xx
Dear Lori
I'm on the other side of the world and just about to go to bed, but before I do, I just want to send you so much love and kind caring thoughts. It's little enough, I know, but I have no words to ease your pain, only love
God bless
I don't know what to say, other than it stinks, and you are loved.
xxx
Yep seriously fucked is right on the money. Life can be cruel, this is one of those moments. Thought lots of you today and how cruel this all is. Remember you have your beautiful babies and they have you. Xxxxxxxxxxx
My entire day was spent thinking of you. I can't imagine the feeling of burying the love of my life.
I don't know what to say, Lori. There are no words that will even start to make you feel better. There is no 'better' yet.
My love to you.
Just hugs.
Cait
I was thinking of you all yesterday. xxx Take care of you, speak your words xx
Just because you can do it doesn't mean it's easy.
Go gently my friend xxxx
You are right, there is nothing else to say but it is fucked. Royally fucked. This community who loves you will carry you and let you cry, vent, scream, curse – whatever you need – and will never stop hoping we can somehow make it a little easier for you x
Incomprehensible grief, unanswerable questions of "What now?" There's no avoiding going through it, it's happened and the shock wave will continue to hit because of it, but how I WISH with everything in me that I could do these hardest first weeks for you, take it all off you and give it back when it's not such a crushing, debilitatingly painful process.
It's. Just. Fucked. That this has happened to you.
As others have said – there are no words for the kind of comforting you need. However, i'm leaving a comment so that you know you can add my name to the list of others that you can turn when you dont need words, but ears to listen and shoulders to cry on…
I have no idea. No reasons and no words.
Tears for you.
This is some seriously fucked up shit.
Keep writing it down, if you can.
love xoxoxoxo
I think I speak for everyone when I say we're all here for you. It's not really much incomparision to what you've lost – but it's real and many many people are thinking, praying and caring for you and your beautiful little ones (((hugs))).
It is almost infuriating the way life goes on around you no matter what. Sometimes you want to shout, Wait a second! Hold on here! I'm not ready to go on yet. But you have to. Put one foot in front of the other. Sometimes kicking and screaming the whole way, but eventually, you get somewhere.
Sending hugs
I am sorry you are having to go through this. I won't give you platitudes but I know what you are feeling is entirely normal. Grief is not one emotion but a series of them. xx
Lori, I had only just recently joined AMB when I had heard of your terrible news. You asked for some love, so here it is.
Thinking of you and praying for you…
xoxoxo
You're right, you can do this… you ARE doing this. One step at a time. This was a huge step. You won't have to take that step again, it's on to the next one.
And you're right – this is fucked. There's no justification for this. It's fucked. Plain and simple. One of these days, one of your steps will land on something that's not fucked and that will be a good thing. One thing is for certain – everything always changes.
Anger, good, let it out! I'd be angry as hell too. I'd want someone to take care of me and let me sleep and sleep to escape reality, tending to my lil ones….I'd probably end up suicidal. You seem to be one helluva spunky woman and all my best thoughts and love are with you. xx
*HUGS*
Sending you as much love as a stranger from the other side of the globe can. x
I am so truly sorry. My heart just breaks for you.
Lori, people say to me every day "you're so strong, you're coping so well," because I get out of bed and get my kids to school and go to work and file another police report. And I think really? REALLY? What's my fucking alternative?
There is no alternative. This is life and I'm so, so sorry this is your life. All I can say is that what makes it bearable is the love we have around us. You are loved by so many. I am here for you. Soon I will be there for you. Together we will walk down these paths we never dreamed we'd be walking.
Sometimes life sucks hard. But there is always love and friendship, and there is always hope. xo
Lori, I also thought of you today, as I have the past few days. And wondered why the hell something so painful had to happen to you and your family. My life continues on whilst yours has been turned upside down. No, it's not fair. Not one bit. I just wanted you to know that I am one of the many who are thinking of you and sending you strength to help you get through each day. xx
All my love to you. XXX
prayers and hugs
Im so very sorry for your loss….i cant say anything to make you feel better but my thoughts and prayers are with you. My friend was 24 (3 yrs ago) and lost her husband in a car crash right after they had a fight ….she had 3 kids 6, 4 and 1 and she was utterly devastated…..i couldnt make her feel better ….no one could …..however i can assure you that every day is a new day….some will be good and some will be bad but you just keep going…somehow god pushes you through it. Vent and curse and do whatever to let it out hun! It's very fucked up what you are going through !
Nothing to say, can't imagine the pain. So fucked up….x
Thinking of you Lori xx
I'm lost for words. I'm sending love and prayers.
Cxx
That sucks… That really, really sucks..
words fail..
Take care.
That's right Lori, you don't have a choice.. You will do it, because that is the only option for you and your kids.. Grief sux.. I'm sorry this happened to you. I am sending so much love and strength your way honey..
Thinking of you xxx
My brother once asked me, "Will you be able to cope? How will you cope?" To which I replied "Of course I'll cope. I have no fucking choice but to cope."
Doesn't make it any easier though.
xxx
I thought about you so much today as I went about my routine.
Another friend of mine was also buried today after a 3 year battle with cancer. She also leaves behind 2 children.
Death is unfair when it comes to those so young.
Lori, it is completely surreal to us that this is happening to you so I can only imagine how it feels from your angle. I hope that you weather the storms and find it in yourself to laugh and smile and enjoy life again without your Tony in it
Do it. you don't have to. It is a choice, and one you will make for yourself and your children.
(((hugs)))
So sorry, he made you happy, he was a great father… I don't know what happened… I am selfish and wish I didn't read your blog, because I prayed, and your soulmate still died… I want to say something else, I remember when I was young at school & my dad died, my mother had 5 children and said she didn't want to live anymore, that she couldn't get out of bed… but she kept getting up, she found the strength, kept making our breakfast, she kept a roof over our heads god knows how… but she functioned for us and I believe for my dad in her grief.
Lori, this is heartbreaking, but I know your wonderful Tony knows he has left his children in the best care and he will live on through them and the stories you tell & be there when the laughter returns (it will) and in the future his grandchildren will delight in the recollections of the grandad they didn't meet but survives through the people who pass on stories and memories of a life well lived & a person well loved.
I am so sorry, I wish you strength, a day at a time.
Take care x
*wordless* LOVE to you!
You are so right, course you can do it, does not mean you wanted to be tested to see if you could. This is totally crap for you and I feel words are so useless simply because you have to do this no matter what. You have to find a way to crawl through the horrible grief and loss anyway you can.
I just hope that you never ever feel that you are all alone in having to cope, there is a community here to help you through.
Lori, I can't even imagine the pain you're feeling and I wish I had some way to lessen it for you. The only thing I can do is tell you that we are here. We will be strong when you can't. And we will be here every step of the way.
Xx
We all feel your pain, wish we could take it for you, and make it all go away. Hugs, and yes it is truly FUCKED!!!!
So sad for you, Lori. You're right, of course – you are doing it but it's a matter of letting it be done to you. There's a cycle of grief and a lot of emotions to deal with. Just try to keep eating, sleeping and riding it out. It will get better. Thinking of you. xx
Sending love and strength….
I can't imagine. Sending love, Lori.
I have no words. Just know that we are here for you. We're here. Just here.xxxxxx
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It is.simply.not.fair.xxxxxxx
Big Hugs to you Lori! I was 28 when I attended my husbands funeral, turned 29 the day after! Great birthday present!
Tomorrow is another day, where you will wake up and for a split second think "shit I had the worst nightmare last night", then realise it wasn't a nightmare, it's real.
Hugs to you and to your children on this really really hard road you are travelling down. xx
It's fucked up.
We buried my brother-in-law just before christmas. I had no words for the pain that I saw his wife struggle with. Or the pain that I saw my husband try to ignore.
I have no words for you that will help. Other than it's fucked up.
You're still in my thoughts xox
This is about as shitty, as unfair, as brutal and as ugly as it gets.
I'd cyber hug you but those things give me the absolute shits.
Of course you can do this, as if you have any choice in the matter. Know that there will be days almost normal and days when even opening your eyesis too hard. You will laugh and smile, you will cry and howl. You may be so fucking angry you can't breath. But you will do it.
And we will be there. Beside you. Every step of the way.
There are no words, but I give you these…
Love.
Hugs.
Tears.
Praying for you and your kids tonight.
Very unfair and just plain shitty. Big hugz to you and your family xx
((HUGS)) babe xxxxxxxxx no words
Lori!Love!Hugs!!
I have no words.
Nothing I say can change a single thing.
I can send you love. So that's what I'll do.
xox
Love to you all.
xoxox
xoxo – that is all. There are no words. xoxo
I wish I could magically right the wrongs and make it all better. All I have to offer is (((hugs)))
All love and my most healing wishes to you today Lori. Burying your husband – nightmare almost beyond imagining. One foot in front of the other. Hope you can get some sleep. x
What the fuck is about right. This is shit, that's the only thing for it.
(((hugs)))
Hugs.
There is no choice in this. It is what it is and you and I (and our collective children) just get to live it every day.
Oh hun… I seriously dont know what to say, It is just so unfair
huge hugs xx
No words just lots of love & hugs
Our thoughts are with you & your family
I have no words.
I love you. You're absolutely right.
xox
When your greiving like this words may not help but hopfully these will
(((( Hugs )))) XXXX Kisses XXXX
*HUGS*
No words. Just here. xx
I have no wise words for you. This is fucked. A tragedy that no one should have to endure. Love to you and the babes, Lori – It's all I can offer you x0
What the Fuck God. What the fuck is this. Ditto.
Nothing else from me but love xo.
None of us, unless we have suffered the unimaginable loss you have, can EVER tell you what to do, think, say …
But we CAN read, hug, listen, cry, cook, share, swear, and ANYTHING which can help in anyway to enable you,
Lori, to love and care for yourself & two wonderful babies you made with Tony.
Hugs xxx
{{Much Love}}xo
A lot of people think the funeral is the worst bit. It's not. The worst bit is trying to live the rest of your life without someone who should be with you.
You're going to have some very dark days ahead. And we're all here, listening when you need us.
Lori, I have always thought it odd to say to someone 'you can do this', because it's not like you have a choice. I mean, who would CHOOSE this pain and heartache?
Very unfair Hun ..sending strength xxx
There are no words. I wish there was something I could say that would help this to make sense, but I know there isn't.
I am so terribly sorry for your loss and your heartbreak.
(((HUGS)))