Sunday, August 23, 2009


You know, I love cats, but I cant eat a whole one... hahaha.
Actually, my liking of cats has diminished somewhat. Cats have their place in the world... they do.. they are quite comical to watch, they like other pets, have their own personalities, and although they are one of the more selfish pets, it is nice to have one sit on your lap on a cold night.... having said
that, after having kids, our cat has taken the back seat to everything in the family! She has gone from sleeping on our bed to getting put away in an aviary cage each night, with her own bedding, food and water. Keeps our house a whole lot cleaner, she's happier, and she doesnt rule our household. Its true, cats always want whats greener on the other side of the door!!
However, this is not about our cat, this is about owners not
taking care of their own cats. It has driven me crazy the years, the number of cats that have come to our house to spray. Then I get cranky with whatever owner has let them out at night because they are too lazy to look after them properly. We had next door neighbours who had a cat who used to spray on our front door, when I told her she didnt believe me, I had to say well, I actually saw him doing it while I was breastfeeding my daughter in the middle of the night. He got hit by a car. I sound cruel, but there is nothing more offensive then the smell of cat urine on your door, washing, furniture. etc We have just caught another cat last night... I just dont care about it anymore. All I care about is that we need to get rid of the problem, it puts me in too bad of a mood... I need to live in harmony in this neighbourhood and if that means catching cats that are left to wander around - then so be it. They have one chance. If they get them out of the pound and they come back, well there's a lake about 100 metres down the path.... over and out!.

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

My Sister Carol

Its the anniversary of the death of my sister Carol on the 16th August. She died as a result of having MS... a horrible debilitating disease that for her, started with double vision and dizziness. She first got it when I was about 4-5years old, when mum and dad had gone overseas to Africa for 6 weeks. It really hit her badly then, I remember visiting her when she was in the San at Sydney having tests a month or so later. How awful it must have been for her, and also for mum and dad to see their daughters' life (everyones life) turned upside down, with no cure in sight.
I try not to allow myself to think too deeply on her journey, it really cuts to the core, and is a hard place to be... I remember her once saying to me when she could talk, how scared she was, that she did not want to die... I never knew what to say.. just a hug and a squeeze of her hand seemed to be the only thing to do.

She was a loving person, a great sister, I remember when I went to college, I felt absolutely lost, and it didnt help that mum was sending me there, or that I didnt have a room-mate. That first night was horrible, and I remember waking up in middle of the night to Carol pulling up my blankets, and quietly crying over my bed. At home on the farm she always had a stash of caramello chocolate in the fridge which she sometimes shared with me... I felt very special to be her sister. She loved the dress she is wearing in the first pic, and she absolutely LOVED cats!! The cat in the pic with her was named kitty, and she hid him in her room at college for 2 weeks before coming home with him! hehe.
I remember her laugh, it was a cackle, like a chook! She was always feminine in her dress sense, always had her long hair, took such care of her makeup - I remember looking on, watching her apply the different things wishing I could be grown up like her! I cant wait to see her again in heaven, she'll have a new energetic body and be her new bubbly self again! xx

Monday, August 3, 2009

my precious girl

My little girl is turning 5 on Thursday... 5!! I remember the night I went into labour with her, I was so excited because I actually naturally went into the process of bringing a little person into the world... we got to the hospital 2am or something, and we were settled into the birthing room, the midwife broke my waters and then we waited, waited... contractions every 3 minutes or so, and basically it remained that way for hours.. the doctor, the registra came in and said the baby doesnt seem to be that happy in the fact that she is not moving, and seems very sleepy.. you could go on like this for another 12 hours, and in the end still require a caesarian, or you could make a decision now. She said she would be back in 5-10 minutes to see what we came up with. I said to M, well, I prayed in the hallway, that if anything was wrong, that the doctors would be inspired to tell me if something was wrong. So, we decided to have a caesar. (I know that in the end you get the baby, and all lives are safe, but I still wouldve like to have known what it was like to have a vaginal delivery.) It was so different to my son, he was an emergency caesar and I thought I was going to die... with her, it was so peaceful, and happy, and although they were serious in their work, there was no urgency. So I remember an Asian doctor delivered her, she was the doctor I had seen a couple of days before, and I really liked her, felt very comfortable. When they pulled her out, she was so small, and petite, and fine.. just precious. She also had the umbilical cord wrapped around her neck twice, once quite tightly. The whole medical staff said it was a good call to have a caesar as it could have gone so horribly wrong. I couldnt stop looking at her, she was a beautiful little newborn. Usually I think they are only ok, and quite alien like, but this little one, she was mine, and she was a girl! I didnt quite know what to do, sounds strange but true. My son was very straight forward. When I could get out of bed the next day, we walked along the hallways of the hospital to where we could see the Ekka, and the fireworks were going off! So every year, when Ekka comes around, and my girl has her birthday, I remember the special time with her looking out the window at the fireworks of the Ekka.
She has moved in leaps and bounds, turning over early, crawling at 5 months, walking at 8 1/2 months, she seemed to leave being a baby behind really quickly. Nothings changed, she still wants to grow up quickly! She trained herself to go to the toilet, we were having conversations with her by 18months, dressing herself, writing her name, counting, colouring etc.
And now, she is turning 5! so excited to be going to school next year, loving life, loving the people around her, confident, determined!
Good on you my daughter!
Happy Birthday Precious!
Love you so much and am so proud to be your mum. xxxx