Healtheries #snackosphere – Break in the Snow

***This post is the first of a 3 part #snackosphere blog challenge series for Kidspot Voices of 2014 and Healtheries.***

I was initially little dubious about going but calling up Perisher Ski Resort, they assured me that there was enough of the fluffy white stuff. So much so, the ski season had been extended to the 10th of October. So we scrapped in by two weeks.

We broke the road trip down to two parts: first night we stayed at my folks in Canberra.

Then, the next day was another three hours to Jindabyne.Break in the Snow

Staying at the Adventist Alpine Village, our clean, comfortable and cosy chalet was surrounded by roaming kangaroos and spectacular views.

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Alas, by this stage, the twinions were really hyped up about seeing snow – the Frozen soundtrack was on repeat (Oh, Princess Elsa, I wish we could let you go…) and we were really banking on nature not to let us down.

Luckily, by the time we got there the following day, there was plenty of the stuff for the boys to have them slipping, sliding and snowman building.

In replenishing their boundless energy, we took along some Healtheries Potato Stix. While the boys are usually apprehensive to try anything new, they happily munched on these during our snack breaks.

Summarising our awesome weekend, here’s a little video I put together:

While we would all usually gobble down some potato chips to appease grumbling tummies, it was nice to know that Healtheries provide a healthier treat.

The Potato Stix in particular are:

  • Dairy Free
  • Preservative Free
  • Have no artificial flavours or colours
  • No added MSG.

With K-Bear still not completely out of the woods with his peanut allergy (he’s due for a tasting challenge before he starts big school), I’ve been excited by health food snacks before, only to be disappointed by the allergy warning fine print. “May contain traces of peanuts” – Fail!

Being the first thing I checked when I received my package from Healtheries it was a pleasantly surprise to discover that all the products they sent through are indeed nut free. Yay!

Looks like we’ve got some new goodies in our pantry. Tasty and healthy ones at that! Winning!

Have you been to the snow? What was your favourite part? Is the Frozen soundtrack still on repeat at yours?

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FYBF – The Knock Knock Edition

As I write, we’re driving to the snow for the weekend.

My beloved (linguistically impaired) husband is playing a “Learning Bahasa Indonesia” podcast while he’s driving and I’m about to stab myself in the eye.

The teacher’s boring drone is ruining my concentration.

The annoying Indonesian “tinkle tinkle” traditional gamelan music in between modules is causing extreme nausea.

Torture. Doesn’t even come close.

Now, you may wonder why Mr Surfer has to outsource while he has an Indonesian born wife.

If anyone’s seen the episode of ‘Friends’ where Phoebe tries to teach Joey French, then there’s your reference point.


He asks what a word is in Indonesian.

I tell him.

He asks me to repeat it. S-l-o-w-l-y.

I comply.

Nope. Still doesn’t register.

“How do you spell it? I’m a visual person. I need to SEE it,” he implores.

Oh, right. THAT’S the problem.

My parents who have no patience for me but have saved it all up for their beloved son-in-law, even they’ve given up on him.

The last straw was when my mother asked him if he was enjoying her special homemade fried chicken.

“Enak?” (Delicious?) she asked.

Despite, misinterpreting “enak” for “empat” (Indonesian for “four”), Mr Surfer thought he nailed it.

“No. It’s not four o’clock yet ” he replied while continuing to eat.

You know, I was actually going to write about the twinions and their developments as future comedians.

But, seriously. I just want to jump out of the car right now.

So, while I continue to painfully listen to Mr Surfer’s inability to roll his “R’s”, I present you with the twinions’ very first knock knock joke.

While the boys cheesy sense of humour is akin to their father’s, crossing fingers and toes that they’re linguistic abilities will be a different story.

What’s your favourite knock knock joke?  What have you tried to teach your partner? Was it successful or an epic fail?


1. Follow With Some Grace.

2. Sign up to the awesome Digital Parents community ( if you haven’t already done so). DP was created by Brenda Gaddi who happens to be the creator of FYBF. She’s also created 4 gorgeous kidlets. In case you’d like to know. Or maybe not. But we’ll share that info just the same.

3. Add your post URL to the FYBF linky. Please only link up one post.

4. Grab the funky FYBF button and post it on your sidebar. Help spread the blogfloggin love.

5. Visit the blogs of your fellow FYBF’ers and share the comment love

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Traveling in Japan: The Tiny Town of Cranes

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I knew I had met my match when Surfer boyfriend revealed he’d travelled to more countries than me.

But for all his intrepid travels around the globe, he had never been to Japan.

Having lived in The Land of the Rising Sun for an accumulation of 8 years, I thought I’d take him to the tiny rural town where I called home for almost three.

I knew he’d be up for an off the beaten track adventure.

Tsuruta (translated to “Field of Cranes”) is located in Aomori prefecture, on the very tip of Japan’s main island of Honshu.

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‘Cold’ doesn’t begin to describe the winters. It snows for at least half the year with Siberian winds from Russia causing minus 18 degree snow blizzards.

Fresh out of university, I was assigned to work there as an English teacher and the town’s local interpreter/translator.

It’s remoteness made me cry.

Unlike a typical bustling metropolis like Tokyo or Osaka, Tsuruta had only 2 supermarkets, one post office and one bank.

Most critical of all – there was no McDonald’s. (We’re not in Western civilization anymore, Toto).

But with primary industries of apples and rice, it was a simple village filled with the friendliest of country people who can only be described as “salt of the earth”.

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When I returned 10 years later, this time with potential husband in tow, it was like I had never left.

Staying with my host family, Mr Surfer was able to experience typical Japanese life. We rang in the new year together and celebrated with an awesome feast of fresh sushi, scrumptious chicken yakitori and Japanese beer.

Getting involved with daily chores, my host dad and Mr Surfer bonded by shoveling snow together, communicating with lots of universal sign language.

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Despite my initial apprehension to live in remote Japan, it ended up being one of the best experiences of my life. I developed a deep understanding of Japanese culture and language.  Foremost, I forged life-long friendships, with a few even making it to our wedding.

I guess that’s what happens when opening yourself up to adventure.

How to get there:

There are daily flights from Tokyo’s Haneda airport to Aomori, that take approximately 80 minutes.

For a more picturesque trip though, catch the bullet train from Tokyo station to Shin-Aomori station. On the way, you might even get to catch a glimpse of the famous Mt Fuji. From Shin Aomori station, it’s another hour train to get to Tsuruta.

Funnily, the traditional name for Tsuruta, “Mutsu” aptly translates to “End of the road”.

Sightseeing in Aomori prefecture:

Hirosaki Castle: One of the few historical medieval castles that was spared from the World War 2 bombings. A spectacular sight during cherry blossom season in spring.

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Lake Fujimi. Tsuruta’s beautiful lake with Japan’s longest wooden footbridge.

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Nebuta.  A summer parade involving what can only be described best as Japanese slam dancing accompanied with loud, rhythmic Japanese Taiko drums.

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Skiing and snowboarding in Ajigasawa and Hakkoda Mountain ranges

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Lake Towada: Breathtaking in autumn, surrounded with leaves of gold and red.

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Things to remember when traveling in Japan:

  • Japan is in the northern hemisphere, so seasons there are opposite to Australia’s. Hence, peak ski season over there is late January, early February.
  • Medical facilities such as hospitals and clinics are easily accessible and most have English speaking professionals. For extra piece of mind, make sure you grab some travel insurance like Southern Cross Travel Insurance. You just never know.
  • The Japanese are known for their politeness; there’s a lot of bowing! Introductions usually begin with a bow. It’s only polite to reciprocate.
  • If you’re feeling daring, try out one of the onsens (public spring baths), remember to shower up first before dipping into one of the tubs. The rule also applies when staying with a Japanese family – make sure no soap suds are left behind!
  • Always remember to take shoes off when entering someone’s home! A pair of slippers will immediately be offered. Graciously accept!

Have you been to Japan? Where’s been your most memorable off the beaten track holiday?

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Behind the Bushes

After blitzing the Blackmore’s Bridge Run on Sunday (So, so, soooo happy with my time – 54 minutes, yo!), I did the usual post run routine search of the family.

After a couple of back and forths, trying to track them down whilst on the phone, then realizing that there was more than one Help Desk and they happened to be near the one I wasn’t at, finally I found them.

Beyond the medal bling and the personal best times, nothing beats a post run hug from your children.

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The elation and excitement of them first spotting you is indescribably adorable. Even when the jelly legs are done and you couldn’t possibly take another step, the energy to run and scoop up the little rag rats is unequivocal.

Except this time.

Nunu happily greeted me, even agreed to take an obligatory selfie with me but K-Bear just scowled, giving me the cold shoulder.

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“He’s not happy with you,” Mr Surfer explained.

Apparently, the boys had spotted me during the run. K-Bear was cheering, calling out to me on but I had my headphones on and couldn’t hear him.

Much to his dismay and frustration, I ran straight past him.

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So, in front of all the other on-lookers, a distressed 4 year old boy started crying profusely because he thought his heartless Mama ignored him.


After letting the twinions have a play on some rock sculptures, which I’m sure weren’t catered to children climbing over them (The “Risk Warning” signs firmly planted all around kinda gave it away), I was back in their good books.

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Still sweaty and gross, I was desperate to change clothes but the closest toilets were another bridge run away. With the endless sea of crowds, there was no guarantee they would even be available.

“Go over there”, Mr Surfer pointed to some bushes 50 metres away

“Are you kidding me???”

“Yeah, it should be fine. Just don’t step into a mound of poo over there on the left side. Nunu just took a dump…”

Reluctantly, I picked up my clothes and a towel and walked towards said bushes. Despite the continuous stream of people walking by, no one seemed to notice the suspiciously looking woman about to camouflage herself amongst foliage and fauna.

Just as I was peeling off my sweaty bra while trying to cover my girls with a towel between gritted teeth, I heard someone approaching the bushes.

Panic set in.

“Sssshhhh,” discreetly whispered the lady.

Also searching a place to change clothes, her husband had seen me walk towards the bushes and encouraged her to join me.

So, there we were. Two complete strangers, complete starkers…in the bushes in Sydney’s vast Botanical Gardens.


And being the kind of person that can’t stand any kind of strange silence, there I was – in the buff – desperately trying to make small talk.

“You did the bridge run too?”

“Wow, wasn’t it packed today? There was no way we could’ve gotten changed in the public toilets!!”

“How AWESOME is this weather today?”

I’m sure my random partner in nakedness wanted to mute me as all that unnecessary chit chat was sure to lure in passersby.

Luckily, we didn’t get caught and once changed, we separated to go back to our respective ways.

As she left the park with her family, we gave each other a discreet nod.

“See ya around the next set of bushes” I smirked.

“Absolutely!” she winked back.

What goes on behind the bushes, stays in the bushes, ‘mmmmkay?

Where’s the strangest place you’ve taken your kit off?

Joining Essentially Jess for another round of #IBOT!

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FYBF – The Unintentional Bloggy Makeover Edition

Tuesday began with the usual mayhem induced, chaotic morning, children crying for breakfast, sleep-deprived adults ignoring their bad parenting guilt to habitually tune into ABC4Kids.

Linking up my #IBOT post over at Essentially Jess, I noticed that there was something odd with the comments function.

The comments existed at the back end on my dashboard but clicking on them at the front end….poof! Off they disappeared!

“Must be a plug-in glitch,” I thought.

FYBF The Unintentional Bloggy Makeover

Now, I will happily confess that technical guru I am not. I also don’t have a very rational mind when it comes to technological hiccups.

Maybe it’s due to nasty past experiences, but I don’t do broken blogs very well. I’m extremely fatalistic. The stress causes my stomach to churn in what feels like a growing ulcer. My head feels like it’s filled with a box of dynamite ready to explode.

During the boys’ swimming lesson, I furiously tapped away on my iPhone, trying to deactivate, this and reinstall that.

But to no avail.

Crazy thing is, just a few weeks ago at Problogger, I had casually mentioned to Kelly of Swish Design that I was thinking of a makeover but thought I’d wait it out a little longer.

Anyway, to cut a long story short, what started as a perceived plug-in glitch turned into a full-blown bloggy makeover.

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I thank the super duper friends who saved me from the ordeal.

Thanks, Mummy K for being there at a whim’s notice. For someone who’d been up since 3:30 that morning, she was fully alert to perform the emergency bloggy operation.

Big hugs to Daisy for listening to my frantic ramblings and made sure I didn’t hyperventilate.

Also, huge thanks to Emma at Five Degrees of Chaos who offered her assistance and gave me ideas for a new header image.

What have I learned from this experience?

When your gut tells you it’s time for a makeover, start doing something about it immediately.

But most of all…to calm the f*ck down!!!

Technology is always going to fail on us, one way or another and of course in the most unexpected of times. It’s a given. But there’s always, ALWAYS a solution. And sometimes, you even get your much needed bloggy makeover.

How do you cope with technological glitches?

1. Follow With Some Grace.

2. Sign up to the awesome Digital Parents community ( if you haven’t already done so). DP was created by Brenda Gaddi who happens to be the creator of FYBF. She’s also created 4 gorgeous kidlets. In case you’d like to know. Or maybe not. But we’ll share that info just the same.

3. Add your post URL to the FYBF linky. Please only link up one post.

4. Grab the funky FYBF button and post it on your sidebar. Help spread the blogfloggin love.

5. Visit the blogs of your fellow FYBF’ers and share the comment love


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Toilet Training Twins is Impossible {And Dettol Giveaway}

This is a sponsored post.

Despite what the books and the parenting seminars tell you, there is no method to the madness of toilet training twins.

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Smug parents (you know the ones) who would gloat about how their not even three yet toddler transitioned to nappy free in a few short days  just made me more frustrated about our situation. Then, I wanted to punch them in the face.

“Just because there’s two of them, your situation shouldn’t be any harder, right?”

Another imaginary punch. This time in the throat.

There is no such thing as toilet training twins. Why? Because you toilet train individuals.

What works for one, does not work for the other.

We were keen to try out all the tips that books tell you about encouraging the process.

We jived our way through the “Look who did a poo-poo in the potty!!!” dance, slapped high five slaps all around and offered rewards when those colourful stickers filled the charts.

Yet, amongst all the commotion and excitement around the toilet bowl, there was one twin who would sadly be left in dismay and confusion.

Being toilet trained is a huge milestone, as every parent knows. It is a time to celebrate another step of independence for a little person. Most importantly, it’s an extremely personal milestone.

The logistics of where to put the potty and methods of encouragement may not differ from training each child but the emotional dynamics can vary significantly. The danger of comparison is never far away.

Toilet Training Twins is Impossible

When we worked out that what the books told us wasn’t working, we took a step back and took a little break for our boy.

While one was now happily going to the toilet without any problem, we kept our excitement at a minimum and he didn’t seem to mind that one bit.

As the weeks past, we really had to make a conscious effort to stop worrying and more importantly comparing our toilet adverse twin.

Instead, we focused on reassuring him that there was no hurry. Whenever he was ready, we would be too.

Of course, the moment that mindset kicks in, everything falls into place and within days, our little boy joined his twin brother.

Dettol is a well-known and trusted brand in Australian homes and undoubtedly an integral part for many a toilet training triumph…as well as disaster.

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Now that the days of training are far behind us but with two constant grubby boys, hand hygiene is a big affair in our house. Using Dettol’s Revitalise Antibacterial Hand Wash with Raspberry and Pomegranate keeps the germs at bay but also leaves behind a refreshing fragrant on your hands. It’s one thing to maintain a high level of cleanliness – it’s another to smell like a hospital.

We’re also very lucky that our daycare also enforces the importance of using hand sanitiser after doing their little business.

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The journey of toilet training is just as big of a learning curve for parents as what it is for the child.  In the race to try and get them nappy free and independent, it’s important to stop.  Take things slow and focus on their self-confidence and emotional awareness.

For one lucky reader, I have some great Dettol products to giveaway!

  • Dettol Revitalise Antibacterial Hand Wash with Raspberry and Pomegranate
  • Dettol Power and Pure Triggers
  • Dettol Power and Pure Wipes

All you have to do is:

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Leave a comment on the post telling me:

“What toilet training memory/story do you look back on and laugh?”

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  • This giveaway is only open to Australian residents
  • Closing date for entries is 10pm AEST Thursday, 25th of September.
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Price Tag

I remember the first time someone asked me about the remuneration that came with being a blogger.

My friend was holding a 3rd birthday party for her daughter and while we get along extremely well, it’s not one of those friendships where I have met, or even know any of her other friends or family members.

So, when breaking the ice in first meeting the parents, the default conversation naturally turned to occupation and professions.


It’s a pity we’re so socially stagnant these days that a self introduction inevitably ends up justifying our existence with “what we do for a living” rather than “what we live for” or even simply talk about “what we love”

Anyway, explaining to another mum that I was a blogger, immediately piqued her curiosity.

“Apologies if this is a personal question…(If you’re really sorry about it, why the hell are you continuing to ask me?)…but do you make a lot of money out of blogging?”

Ho hum.

Talk about spectacular fall from social graces.

She sensed my uncomfortable stance but having already begun digging that hole, why not get the big shovel out as well?

“I mean, you see it on TV about all these mummy bloggers being millionaires and just wondered if that was true…”

I really could’ve had fun with this one, making up all sorts of glamorous stories how I have lucrative brand ambassadorship deals while a gazillion loyal readers follow my every breath and smart, witty comments.

Alas, I’m just too bloody honest.

“Nah. I make next to nothing, “ I shrugged.

Then, as I went on to my usual spiel about how much I just love writing and connecting with lovely people, the sparkle in her eye disappeared, along with her interest.OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

It’s intriguing how people are so keen to find out how to make “big bucks” from something as “fluffy” as blogging.  It’s not valid unless it has a price tag.

Over this past year, more sponsored and brand endorsed posts have appeared on this blog. It’s important to point out however, that none of this has been done without careful planning or being consciously aware of what would be considered “too much”

The thing is, working with brands brings opportunities beyond what’s monetary; it’s a chance to sharpen business skills while still working towards what you love.

As far as expanding writing skills and a freelance portfolio, sponsored posts can also provide that.

But at the end of the day, the biggest focus here is on you guys, all the lovely readers.

The support, comments and participation – none of thatever goes unnoticed.

10626461_698528386882763_5503277847151201634_nTwo and a half years later and there’s still that Friday morning thrill in seeing who’s linked up for FYBF. Everyone’s coming over for (virtual) morning tea at my place and none of you seem to care about the mess! Awesome!

So, thank you for helping me create this sense of warmth and cosiness over at yea ol’ blog. This place would be barren and worthless without you.


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Multicultural Monday: Angela and her Egyptian-Australian Family

“Multicultural Monday” is a space where I introduce other Australian families of mixed and diverse backgrounds and their version of what it means to be Australian.

Opening the conversation leads to the understanding that multiculturalism is not a concept easily defined but a way forward for modern Australian society to accept and understand differences in race, religion and culture. Following the feature on Emma, in this instalment, Angela from School of Mum candidly talks about her strict Orthodox upbringing, introducing her future Australian, Catholic husband to her parents and the great lengths she takes to cook Egyptian cuisine…like her mum’s! Multicultural Monday


Raised as an Egyptian Australian, what were some of the major Egyptian cultural rituals your family observed and how did they clash or just differ to every day Australian life?

The biggest one was Christmas. We celebrate Christmas too as Coptic Egyptians. But we celebrate it on the 7th of January. Growing up, we would go to Church on Christmas Eve and leave around midnight to gather at a family member’s house for a feast of food. Yes we ate dinner at 1am! Then the next day we would meet somewhere to feast on the leftovers. I always tried to avoid telling people that we had Christmas on the 7th of January, because children automatically assumed that it ‘must not be Christmas’ but something else that we celebrated.

You said that your parents weren’t initially impressed when you brought home your (future) Australian husband. How did you manage both your husband and your family’s cultural differences? Did you have to play “mediator” a lot? Was there a lot of explaining as to why the other party did certain things?

My parents were never going to be impressed with who I brought home. I was the baby of the family and my father’s only daughter. They were always going to be a tough crowd to please. Luckily my husband has one of those natures that are so likeable, that it is very difficult to hold anything against him. He didn’t take long to win my parents over. He has always been open to our cultural difference, not just with acceptance but with ENJOYMENT. He loves the food, the celebrations, everything. And that is so important.

It’s more than just being ‘tolerant’. The cultural mish-mash of events that took place in the course of our engagement period were both funny and terrifying to me. Some of them were the simplest of things, like my parents forgetting to give Steve a knife and fork when we ate – I don’t know why, but Egyptians tend to eat with spoons or their hands.

Then there was the countless “Pardon? What was that?” as the language barriers posed a threat to people actually getting to know each other. Or of course, when my dad tried to translate Egyptian phrases into English except the exact translation didn’t sound quite right. For example, instead of saying that someone shouldn’t talk rubbish, my Dad said, in his best, words-of-wisdom voice, “Shit. It should never come from the mouth” Steve laughed so hard at this while my dad looked utterly confused as to why this was so funny but pleased he had amused him so. It’s now a staple phrase in our house.

DSC_0410 While you were raised in an Orthodox environment, your husband was raised in a Catholic one. How has this played a positive impact in raising your family?

They are both really similar fundamentally and we support each other and attend both as a family. It gives us the opportunity to expose both faiths to our children and give them the richness of tradition that both provide.

How do you bring your Egyptian culture to your children?

It’s difficult. Living rurally makes it hard. I try to take them to church when I can and Tom is starting to pick up some Egyptian words when around my parents. We will never miss an Orthodox Christmas so they are lucky to have the best of both worlds with copious amounts of food and family time, twice!

My mum sends me Egyptian food ingredients because I can’t find anything here and I call her and she describes to me how to cook it. I don’t cook to recipes and neither does she so it’s all “A dash of this and a bit of that” It never tastes as good as hers but it’s good enough and the house always smells awesome!

What is your definition of a multicultural Australia? And how do you hope it will serve your children and their multicultural backgrounds?

I want my children to believe in harmony not tolerance. To me the ideal multicultural Australia is one where we are fascinated by other cultures, their foods and their way of life. We don’t necessarily need to participate in their traditions, but just be in awe of diversity, rather than thinking of ways we can all ‘accept’ it. I want my children to be friends with people from as many different cultures and religions as possible. Life’s too short and the world is too big to only experience one way of life.


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FYBF – The Blessing and the Curse Edition

It’s probably no surprise for those who know me. I’m an animated, demonstrative kinda gal.

Put me in a high pressure situation like public speaking or meeting a sponsored post deadline while the twinions are sick and the nervous energy is palpable.

Years ago, in the bland, dull world that be corporate, while attending a training course, the entire team had to individually stand up the front and read excerpts from the great late Martin Luther King Jr’s historical speech, “I Have A Dream”


The purpose of the exercise was to hone our public speaking skills: to annunciate properly; speak with conviction; ‘feel’ the words we were reading aloud.

Well, Ms Highly Emotional couldn’t get passed “I have a dream…”

I started thinking how the speech was still so relevant today; that decades after this speech was first delivered, society was still battling with racial and gender equality.

My voice started to quiver, tears welling up.

Unable to finish, I walked back to my seat deeply embarrassed.

Laughing off the light-hearted teasing from my colleagues, there was some serious turmoil going on within.

“Why can’t I keep my shit together???

It is both a blessing

How much of a relief if someone just came up and asked if I was okay, try and see if there was something else going on because years later as I found out, there were tons of unresolved issues brewing internally.

During a counselling session last year, Penny my lovely psychologist suggested that perhaps, I was the kind of person that felt everything – pain, excitement, joy, stress, love – to the point I’d get flustered, overwhelmed. Confused, even.

“Aaaand, that’s a bad thing, right ???” I asked cautiously.

“No, not at all. It’s about being aware of it. Be mindful that that’s what’s happening. But also accept that this is who you are…”

Damn Penny for making it sound so easy.

She’s obviously good at what she does. Lucky for me.

Yesterday was RU OK Day, a mental health initiative where we ask those around us if they’re okay.

Because you just never know how much you can help someone in lightening an emotional load.

Even if you missed out on asking someone yesterday, it’s not too late to ask someone today or any other day.

Four simple yet powerful letters that can mean the world to your beloved or a random stranger: RU OK?


1. Follow With Some Grace.

2. Sign up to the awesome Digital Parents community ( if you haven’t already done so). DP was created by Brenda Gaddi who happens to be the creator of FYBF. She’s also created 4 gorgeous kidlets. In case you’d like to know. Or maybe not. But we’ll share that info just the same.

3. Add your post URL to the FYBF linky. Please only link up one post.

4. Grab the funky FYBF button and post it on your sidebar. Help spread the blogfloggin love.

5. Visit the blogs of your fellow FYBF’ers and share the comment love

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Some days you’re a pigeon

or a seagull…

And somedays you’re a statue…or a lamp post.

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One of the hardest things I’m coming to terms with as a mum is that I’m never going to be on top of things all the time.

We kick some goals – kids are healthy, happy, eating and sleeping well.  Finally, the chaos is over and some normalcy will set in.

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Then, the next day, all goes to pot again.  We wonder where it all went balls up and how the hell the dirty laundry get to reach the ceiling.

I figure, on those days I’m the statue, I might as well take it for what it is.  The laundry will eventually get done.  Maybe not now and that’s okay.

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Surrendering makes everything so much easier to deal with.

Besides, I get to enjoy these cheeky smiles for a little longer…

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What do you do on your days of being a statue?

It’s been waaaay too long but finally, I’m back to join Trish at My Little Drummer Boys for Wordless Wednesday.

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