My Kooky Love Poem

Sometimes I come up with ideas that aren't always that great, others turn out perfect. A couple of months ago I decided to be cute and write my husband a little poem to put in his work lunchbox the next day.
 
However... cute turned into cheeky, mixed with sweet, mixed with whatever rhymed, and my little cute poem turned into a long one. I didn't plan on writing a poem about farting or falling from trees, but its so me, and not only do I love it, am shocked that I managed to pull off so much rhyming.
 
My husband has said that I am slowly leaving my little prints around the Internet, so I guess that's one thing down. Snuggle Farting Poem posted on the Internet... Check!

 

 

My Kooky Love Poem

For My Mr.D



I love you,

With all my heart,

Even though when we snuggle,

You like to fart.

You love me for me,

For this I am grateful,

Even though at the best of times,

I can be rather painful.

You pee in the shower,

And won’t hang your towels,

But you do sadly invite me to watch,

When you empty your bowels.

I guess it must be love,

To want to share those things with me,

Just as you tolerate,

When I won’t leave you be.

Each morning you leave,

You kiss me goodbye,

It makes me feel special,

Like on a love high.

You call me your princess

But treat me like your queen,

And in return I do my best,

To keep your house clean.

You say I’m spoilt,

Don’t know what I’ve got,

For this you are mistaken,

I have quite a lot.

I have you my sweets,

To snuggle and keep warm,

I have kids, cat and dogs,

Like our own little farm.

Sometimes there are days,

Where I fall from the tree,

And shit gets crazy,

But that’s just me.

With you by my side,

Your love and support,

Nothing but happiness

I must report.

Thank you for everything,

You do for me,

I’ll show you how much I love you,

With snuggles and Tea.

I hope this doesn’t make you cranky,

But brightens your day,

Needed a break from housework,

And had something to say.

To put it in short words,

I love you long time,

You’re my Mr...D

And this is my rhyme.

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Catch That Lolly Man!

Dear Santa letters are over filling mail boxes, stores are playing Christmas carols, children are buzzing with excitement and anticipation and parents are being all sneaky sneaky… yes it’s that time of year again… Christmas Time!

Christmas for me as a child was one of the best days of the year, apart from my birthday of course. Now that I have children of my own, it’s all about making Christmas special for them. Giving them that smile that makes their cheeks sore, that present they have been asking for all year, and even making a big mess in the kitchen with the cookies and milk we leave for Santa and his Reindeers.

This year we are having a home Christmas instead of travelling to see family, which is nice to have sometimes. However since we won’t have as many people coming to Christmas Day, we decided to put our thinking caps on and come up with some fun ideas to keep the children and the excitement of Christmas day going. Things such as eating all day, swimming in the pool and such are normal, so this year we decided to put on a Christmas Play, Build a Gingerbread Man House and one I’m really looking forward to “Catch the Lolly Man”.

I remember chasing a lolly man as a child, but for the life of me can’t remember where or why.

Maybe we were just a bunch of aggressive children and attacked a man in overalls that had lollies…

Either way, it gave me a great idea and to those who have the energy should try it, so worth it! The laughs will be endless!

 

Lots of individually wrapped lollies!

'Christmas Catch Lolly Man Game'

 

 

Aim of the Game

 

 The children have to catch the lolly man if they wish to have the lollies he has sewn on him. You don’t want to sew them on to tightly or else it will be too hard to rip them off, especially if the Lolly Man is fast and makes the children work for their sweets. We played with one Lolly Man and about 12 children, but this year will be just 3 children.

There is no limit, all depends on how much sewing or stapling you wish to do.

 

You will need

 --> A pair of long overalls (I bought mine from a second hand shop for $2)

--> Lots and Lots of packeted Lollies or candy canes (Must be in individually packeted or it won’t work)

--> A sewing needle and some thread or Stapler and staples

(we chose the stapler and staples to save about 6 years of sewing)

 

--> Scissors

 

--> A video camera to tape the fun for later.

 

Get Comfy and Start Sewing or Stapling!

Sewing the Lolly Man Suit

If you aren’t making this game a surprise, get the children to help you! I did.

Lay the overalls down flat on the ground, and grab one lolly in its wrapper sewing only one or two loose loops onto the overalls or staple but again only one end. That way the lollies will be easier to rip off and will swing as the Lolly Man runs around (until he eventually gets tackled!)

Keep sewing the lollies all around the overalls, as many or as little as you like but mainly on the back and sides. You don’t want to encourage the children trying to dive at the knees and a crazy collision happens! 

Once it’s finished you have a Lolly Man Suit… Easy! To make it easier, use a pair of scissors and make some small slits in the overalls that way you can insert the stapler and continue to fill the lolly man suit up all over rather than just on the edges. (Just inform the person wearing the suit to wear clothes underneath as well)

 

Pick the person who is going to run around like a crazy man (In our case will be my brother or husband) trying to avoid aggressive children wanting their sweets, and bam! You have not only entertained the children but the adults who are watching as well, so don’t forget your camera.   

 

The Cat  is an extra addiction and optional.       

 

I cant wait to see the kids chasing the Lolly Man on Christmas Day, let alone my brother (designated Lolly Man Suit Driver) run from 3 aggressive Lolly Chasing Children...

 

Bring on Christmas Day!       

 

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Do You Ever Stop And Listen?

The worst thing about fighting your daughter is that it is basically fighting yourself! My 10 year old is a spitting image of me apparently (although I can’t see it) but there’s no denying she’s got my attitude through and through. We will be mid argument and she will give me “The Look”, or the Jerry Springer head roll or side slant, for which I apparently am known for and all of a sudden it’s like someone has switched my channel and I’m arguing with myself.  

While having a mini me is sometimes “Hair pulling, scream the house down, want to stomp my feet at nearly 30”… Other times it’s great. (All of a sudden I realise I must be a handful to live with… must check with the husband later).  As a child I loved school work, not school just the challenge of the work, and so does she, which is great. She pulls straight A’s at the end of each year, smashes her assignments and one afternoon her punishment for giving her brothers the answers to their homework was “No homework for you for a week!”… While other children would jump for joy, she was not impressed!

So today is Sunday, a nice mellow Sunday, yet my daughter – Miss A. decided she wanted to do some school work. After realizing I wasn’t going to win the “It’s a Sunday lets relax” argument, I gave her 2 assignments to do. 

1.       A sum:  How many minutes in 3 weeks; without using a calculator or computer. No later than 2 Minutes had passed and she came waltzing up to me with the correct answer… 30 240 minutes in 3 weeks. 

 

2.       A Short Essay on “Do you ever stop and listen?”… I didn’t tell her any more than that; I wanted to see how she interpreted it. This was her answer…

Do You Ever Stop and Listen?

By Miss A. (10 Years Old)

Do you ever stop and listen to the sounds the Earth throws at us? It might be when you are in the shower or even under a tree but there are always different sounds.

Next time you are taking a ride on a bike, just stop for a second and listen.

When you are in a park on your own, you may even be thinking what is that sound? Well listen. It may be the most beautiful sound, birds chirping or trees swaying. Even though they are everyday sounds, they each have a long story to tell.

Sometimes when I lay down in bed I close my eyes and just listen. I Listen to the crickets, laughing of people, trees and birds or even snoring. Then you forget about it, go back to listening again and there is a completely new sound.

While it’s not that enjoyable listening to your brothers argue, or baby shows on television it’s still a sound.

Sounds like wind and water, laughter and happiness, birds and crickets… They are the sounds you hear when you stop and listen…

Listening to the sounds of the waves.

While I didn’t give her any angle to write her short story/essay on, she nailed it and understood it as I had hoped. Proud Mama right there... Although I was secretly prepared for a “Do you ever just stop and listen, geez!!!” kind of article, since that’s sometimes how the cookie crumbles.  

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"Alan Alan Alan...Mum Mum Mum".

You know you've been up to something when you wake up and your children are calling you Alan instead of mum. What started out as a normal morning ended up with me thinking oh what have I done now? Which to be honest doesn’t really surprise me anymore.

Ages ago I seen a link that someone shared via Facebook, it was an animal You Tube video originally; a documentary sorts, but with cheeky voice overs and quite the laugh. While I usually don't watch that kind of thing,  or even half the videos linked through my timeline, I'm glad I did.

The very first time I seen this video it reminded me of my children. I couldn’t help but think the Prairie Dog who is calling to his mate Alan, was a lot like any child calling out to their parents...cute but repetitive. Not saying my kids remind me of a Prairie Dog, but the “Alan Alan Alan”, sounds a lot like “Mum Mum Mum" after it’s been said a thousand times a day and the fact that it is said both "Day time...Night Time"...

 

After a standard weekend BBQ dinner, few drinks and relaxing by the fire, I obviously had one of those “Great Ideas at the Time Moments.”  Any parent can understand how the constant mum calling can drive you a bit bonkers, so I told the kids that the word Mum is banned and they can call me Alan from now on, change things around a bit.
 

Even the next day they thought this was pretty funny, but I didn’t mind at all. Can always block out someone else’s name. If you haven’t seen the video, I hope you enjoy it. To those that have seen it, sorry but you know it’s worth watching again.

 

And then tell me you can’t hear Mum Mum Mum in Alan Alan Alan!....Enjoy!

 

Video Credit: BBC and James Gordon

 

 

 

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Meet Our Energetic Toe Biter, Kangaroo Kung Fu Panda and Egyptian Goddess

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Topic Challenge  #56 Thoughts On Your Favourite Pet’s Personality

Your probably wondering what Energetic Toe Biters and Kangaroo Kung Fu Pandas are, well throw in an Egyptian Goddess and you have our pets. 

 First of all I have to admit that I have always been a cat person although we own both, 2 dogs and a cat. So instead of playing favourites I’ve decided to sway more to my favourite of each pet’s personality. Between the three of them, their personalities are so different to one another’s, I couldn’t compare them anyway.

 I guess I should start at the beginning with Mr.B we will call him. He is rather a spunky boy so I'll protect him from all the female pooches out there and keep his identity secret.

 

Mr.B was our first animal addition to the family, although if you get the kids on the right day you could probably put them in the same category. My partner has always been a dog person, so when trying to decide and agree on a breed, this was my bargaining token.

 

“It has to be a cute dog, like a really cute looking dog. So when it’s chewing my clothes off the line and pooping all over

my yard, his looks might save him”.

 

 
And save him they did, with the addition of purchasing a dryer. This gorgeous little puppy was a menace! He would chew the brick wall, rip down the clothes from the line (even the chilli covered ones) dig holes, and whinge through the fence when I went to work until one day he finally got his head stuck and the neighbour had to save him.  She didn’t mind however, spent the day with our sooky boy lapping it up snuggled at her feet.

 

2 years on, (how the time has flown!) our energetic toe biter has mellowed...big time. Mr.B is now what I call a sloth. He sleeps all day or at least until someone walks past the fence, and then he jumps up to create a sandstorm along the fence line. The only other time I see him energetic is when we are about to go for a walk. I think this would be my favourite part of Mr.B’s personality. I won’t even look at him, just walk around the house minding my own business and grab a pair of shoes. They could be any type of shoes from joggers to high heels I can’t walk in, and his antenna still goes up. Starts stalking me through each door…watching…waiting... then “Yes! She’s touched that thing she sticks in her ears… WALK!!! He’s ready and pouncing at the door. My partner is a lot more game than I am, allowing him to run and tow him on the skateboard. I would end up with no skin, but Mr.B loves it.

"If you don’t take him on the walk, he will jump up and down and give you his sad face."

Next to come home with us was Miss M. It was my birthday, and my partner and the children told me I could do whatever I wanted to... so off I went. Although we had talked about getting a kitten and I couldn’t help but be like “Oh My Gawd!" at almost every cat I seen, it wasn’t yet a definite as to whether I was allowed one. So I used my “You can do whatever you like” birthday token, told the husband and kids to get in the car and off to town we went.

I wasn’t really thinking about the gigantic dog this poor kitten had to come home to or how it would pan out, but hoped overtime they would get along, or at least Mr.B not eat her. There were a few moments where things came to a standstill, or got a little sticky with Mr.B giving her a big lick to see what she was, but they get along fine now. While He wants to hang out, she just wants to be outside.

I guess that’s why I like her, she’s totally me in a way, such similar personalities. She will love you when she wants to and is a total psycho 4 minutes later, not impressed that you stopped patting her or didn’t let her outside. She is an inside cat but has outside playtime with supervision, for my peace of

mind. Because of this, she has learnt to wait for that perfect moment we open the door, half step out and “Bam!” She bolts for it, every single time… She is curious, as most cats are, addicted to bouncy balls and does ninja air jumps trying to catch flies. What's not to love about that?

 
You know the Egyptian Cat Statues that stand all high and proud? Well that's how I see my Miss M, along with most cats. She thinks she is the Egyptian Goddess of our house, especially over the dogs always giving them "Bow Down To Me" glares. If looks could kill sometimes we would all be in trouble, yet other times she is so affectionate she will continue to head butt your hand until you pat her or accept her affection.

Speaking of women, we had been talking about getting Mr.B a girlfriend for a while but hadn’t quite found the right girl yet...That was until I seen this gorgeous puppy face staring at me from my Facebook page. “ZOMG! She’s so adorable!” Honestly I was too busy cooing over these puppies to think about what happens when you have 2 dogs or starting all over from puppy stage again. Double Poop, flies and the crying! It came back to me that night though…very fast!

 
We bought our gal home, and did our best to help her settle in. She was so adorable but even the double mattress, toys, attention and a boyfriend… didn’t make the next week any easier. It didn't occur to me at the time that Huskies howl, and she howled any and every second we weren’t right beside her. “OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!” Over and over, head to the sky and choosing to face the neighbour’s house, which promptly had me over there explaining that we hadn’t stolen a dingo or turned into werewolves. 
 

The howling eased off, and Miss S. went back to being herself. Normal, happy, playful, all go go and oh yes, did I mention hypo??? This girl reminds me of half a kangaroo and half Kung Fu Panda. She leaps on your lap, gets super hypo in the mornings and when she really wants to play she nibbles on Mr.B’s ear or skin roles until he gets the picture she’s not going to give up and plays.

You can’t help but get the mental image of an older lazy man with this young Chicky hanging off him driving him nuts for some attention when all he wants to do is sleep. It’s rather funny to watch as she has it all over him, and she doesn’t give up. “Sleeping…can’t move…sleeepi…ouch!” And there goes his ear.

Miss S. however is FINALLY starting to understand that the cat doesn’t want to play and will whoop her if she keeps stepping on her toes. Miss S. finds our cat very interesting and gets rather hypo when she comes outside. Miss M. (cat) on the other hand isn’t very appreciative of the bouncing kangaroo always coming near her and trying to taste her tail. We watch they don’t get too rough with each other, but it seems a few nibbles here and a few scratches there are doing well for their relationship. Tough love maybe?

 Such a life it would be, being a loved family pet. Eating Sleeping, Slothing when you like, knowing all you have to do is drag yourself up when your ready and you will get smooches. Each of our pets have such different personalities, it’s perfect and brings the best of all worlds to our house.

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#404 Eminem Live and I Still Feel Uneasy?

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#404 Put yourself in a place where you feel vulnerable and uneasy

I think I might have a split personality, half of me enjoys people's company and the other hates it, both these depending on who, what, where, etc. of course. Although in general it doesn’t take much for me to feel uneasy.

Back in 2012 my partner and I went and seen Eminem live in concert in Sydney. While the thought of seeing Eminem live was exciting I was so freakin nervous!

For starters I had never been to Sydney, let alone such a large concert so I was imagining the worst case scenario of thousands and thousands of people. Which I suppose there was. Even just being in the cab on the way to our motel had me thinking things like “Oh crap I don’t have a will yet!”… Sydney is so hectic, people pushing in here, ducking in there… not what I am used to at all.

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We arrived at our motel, and were staying in the pent house. Dressed ready and having a couple of drinks to help get us in the party mood and all I could do was panic about what was to come. I was stressing that hard I was dry reaching and my hands were shaking. Yet I wanted to go and was looking forward to it. How do you figure that? Yes, oh did I forget to mention I have a mild case of anxiety? Throw that, a new situation, a crowd or something I don't know in together and I have a recipe for panic. My partner as always tried calming me and we left for the stadium. People everywhere! All I could think was "omg I'm going to get lost, left behind and gimped!”

We had front row tickets and once the concert started me being a short ass couldn't see. I figured I needed to pretty much man up and find a spot or spend the next couple of hours listening to the random back of someone’s head sing me Eminem songs.

So I left my partner making my way to the front fence where I had a perfect and very close view. Eminem live! Woop! Once I had settled into my spot and told myself I don’t know any of these people, I was fine. Singing, dancing and having a good time, and as always thought to myself "why did you stress out?” I was so close it wasn't funny, standing next to the front gate where they take all the people and especially young girls out of the mosh pit, because it's to much for them. The view... well he spoke for himself, well should I say sung for himself.

It's just a part of me I guess, I stress over a lot of things that I shouldn’t. Taking on to many of my friend’s problems as my own, worrying about the worst before it happens, there being to many people or things going on in one place and all despite knowing better. I guess somehow it makes me feel slightly prepared. Nothing can happen that I haven't already thought about, but nothing I ever think about ever happens.

So as per usual, I stressed about nothing. The Eminem concert was great, we had a fantastic time, and I got home safe and sound. Would definitely do it again, but this time spend a little more time in the crazy hectic shopping malls of Sydney and go shopping! Of course I would still feel uneasy, but that's just me.

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# 77 Screw You

Today while scouting through my Facebook newsfeed I ran into a post linked by Kristen Called “642 Things To Write About”. She has decided to make it more so a fun challenge with those who want to participate. I thought this sounded interesting and put my hand up. Not only does it give you random topics you have to write about but you also meet other bloggers along the way. So here's cheers to my first of many posts in the 642 topic challenge.

                                                       #77 "Screw You"

I must admit this topic caught my eye and may have helped convince me to play along with the challenge and I could describe at least one or two things out of each day that I would class as screw you moments. For example, the cars that won't wait 2 seconds to let you out, the bills that all come at once when you've already paid a pile or even standard housework.

So today’s screw you moment is brought to you by housework.

 

 

Why am I the only one who can change a toilet roll? Why am I the only one who can hang their towel up instead of just dumping it on the ground somewhere? Why am I the only one who will pick something up as I walk past it knowing it doesn't belong there? Do I notice things need to be done more than others because I know it’s me who will have to do it anyway?

The answer is "because I'm mum".  "Mum will do this, I'll leave it to her or she'll do it when she comes back, she always does". Don't get me wrong, I love my family but these are screw you moments! A big kick in my face so to speak especially if I have already done it and now have to do it all again.

Speaking about being kicked, I finally got myself into gear and joined a boot camp, starting this Monday. Although I know I need it and there will be pain, I can't help but think out of an hour boot camp ill secretly be thinking screw you to the trainer for a good 52 minutes or so.

Running up and down stairs, yes screw you. Sit-ups and push-ups yep screw you again. Then when I'm dying and can't move anymore she'll spring the horrid squats on me, definitely screw you!

Just thinking about it is making me sore already!

 

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Dear My Future Self

I read somewhere there can be a lot of benefits in writing to your future self, especially if you write it as in how you currently are, how you feel, what you want to achieve in the near future and then hide it away re reading it at some point down the track. It is supposed to help you realize where you need to improve yourself and life but not having completed the things you write down or by feeling the same way instead of resolving things. It would depend on what sort of things you wrote down, and what they meant to you.  I think it could be interesting to try and leave the letter aside for a couple of years to see what has changed, but I guess if I could write to my future self it would be to get answers.

Answers that I would hope might give me peace of mind that I'm doing something right and on the right path to what I want in life. Not all answers would be what I want to hear I suppose but the benefit of knowing would be being able to try and better the outcome. Although I do believe in the butterfly effect, if I could get answers I most likely still would. Either way, I will be able to read this later on down the track.

Dear my future self,

I hope that you are well and I didn't mistreat our body too badly or do anything silly. I hope that eventually I got myself motivated and worked on the things I need to. I hope a lot of things really but I guess my questions are these.

Am I healthy and if not is it something I could have avoided?

Did all the years of drinking and smoking finally catch up to me?
Is my family ok and doing well?
Do my children grow up safely and are happy?
Am I happy?
I hope that I have found that me thing which gives me peace and a sense of fulfilment. Finally letting go and walking forward instead of not forgiving.
Am I working? At this age I look forward to getting back into the work force once the children are old enough, have I achieved this? If so where?
How do you see me now, remembering back?
Are you full of regret?
Are there things I regret later in life and if so are they forgivable? Especially by myself?
Am I alone, with the person who completes me, or stuck out of habit and comfort?
How many children do I have? Did I go the extra mile?
Did I get around to traveling somewhere overseas?
Do my children still love me?
Is all the writing despite it being for fun, all for nothing?
Are there more positives than negatives in my life?
Do my friends take me as I am, are loyal, and trustworthy?
Did I find the answers I was looking for in life?
Is it all worth it in the end?

Hopefully over time as I get older I will be able to answer some of my questions and finally have the answers I seek.

From my current and always curious self,

Our Rock Star Party

For A Very Special Birthday Girl

Sometimes coming up with the perfect birthday party can be rather tricky and a mission. Themed or not themed? How many people? Where and when? Present ideas? Food? And let's not forget the party games and prizes.

Recently my daughter turned 10 and we organized a rock star party. Although there was a fair amount of work involved for the ideas we wanted, it was well worth it. The smiles and laughter proved that. We chose Rock Star Theme, had approximately 30 Guests and decided to have it at home. Rock Star Theme is fun, and easy for everyone to come up with a costume.

Our Party games:

Hula Hoop Shimmy

This is like musical chairs but with a Hula Hoop instead. Aim of the game is to make sure you pass the hoop onto the next player before the music stops. If it lands on you, then you are out. Everyone must start of standing in a big circle, holding hands. You can use body parts to help pass the hoop over but you must not let go of both your neighbours hands. This one is a little challenging so suggestion would be ages 8 and up.

Air Guitar Race

All Rock Stars should know how to Air Guitar! This is not a race against time or to be the first person over the time. It is giving the best show to your audience and show them how much you can rock that guitar. Have everyone stand in an area spread out, and then set a time limit. Turn on a song and away you go. Let the judges decide. We used some other family members to be the judges.

Taste the rainbow

Aim of the game is to move the lollies from one bowl to another using a straw. Lollies such as mini gob stoppers, MnMs, and skittles are perfect and not too heavy for the kids. We used teams of 2 with 50 Gobstoppers in each bowl. Moving it from one bowl to the other and then back for the winning team. While 50 seems a lot, it wasn’t considering it only takes a second to move the lolly into another bowl.

Limbo

Aim of the game is to get under the stick without touching it whilst bending backwards. No hands and no body parts apart from your feet can be touching the ground. How low can you go!

Hop and Pop

Aim of the game is to protect your balloon while trying to pop other people’s balloons. This is a good game to wear the kids out, or have some adult time. They can only use their hands and to keep too fair as in different height children, they have to hold their balloon at their chest with one arm as in a football. Our kids chose to play this game over and over. All you need is balloons.

Our Costumes

We didn’t go all out and buy any pre made costumes but instead decided to hunt through our cupboards and go op shopping. Since it was only going to be worn once, seemed silly to go all out and spend heaps of money. So instead it cost me about 20 dollars total for everyone’s costumes.

We had Rock Stars from all era's, Security, and Paparazzi.

Our Decorations

Decorations are very important for a themed party, especially a Rock Star Party. We had the usual, balloons, streamers, and signs but we also added records, silver balls (made up from foam balls spray painted silver) signs, a disco floor, and a Rock Star Dressing Room which had bracelets, hair spray, rings, and costumes for the kids to play with and wear.  Most of these I picked up from a second hand shop for very cheap, and it made such a difference to the look of the party.

We had a red carpet leading up to the front door entrance, to which our “Security Staff” had clipboards and checked if the guests were on the V.I.P List. It was adorable and the Guests loved it.

On the tables we built food stands made out of plastic champagne glasses and old records. Gluing them together so the held light things such as Fairy Bread.

Our Food and Yummies!

We set everything up on a table and used a bed netting to cover it. Not only did it look great, but also helped keep the flies away. We tried to keep things simple so it was easy to prepare and wouldn’t end up with too much left over food.

 

I also bought a large pack of Pop Tops for the children to drink and put them in ice buckets around the food table so they could help themselves.

Fairy Bread

Marshmallows dipped in white melted chocolate covered in sprinkles.

Gummy Bears served in little red plastic shot glasses

Chicken Wings

Biscuits and Dip

Mixed bowl of Lollies

Chips

Donuts

Cabana and Cheese

The Birthday Cake

And the Goodies bag given out at the end of the party.

Our Extras

I placed a Best Dressed Vote Jar on the table with a little notepad and pen and over the duration of the party everyone voted for the person they thought put in the most effort. Nice to be rewarded for going in costume rather than being slack.

We made V.I.P Necklaces to hand out to the guests as they walked through the door, all part of the day.

I bought a large piece of cardboard and hung it up with the title Autographs, so people could sign it and leave a message for the birthday girl.

I made up signs such as V.I.P Check in this way, Security, Disco Dance Floor, Rock Star Dressing

Rooms, Ladies and Men’s Rooms and This way to the Main Stage, just to add a bit of extra to the feel.

We made up prizes for each game with each bag containing lollies. We chose the lollies to be the same ones that were on the table though, so no child felt like they were missing out.

Tips

Try and have an extra party game aside in case they games don’t go for as long as you expect.

Allow for guests that won’t be able to attend, so it doesn’t matter if you end up inviting a few extras.

Try and involve the Adults in some things. Makes the party more fun for everyone and keeps them entertained. Things such as Judging, music changer and such are easy.

Start preparing for the party as early as you can. Keep a spare box somewhere and just add bits and pieces over time. That way the cost of the party won’t be so much in one hit, and you get more ideas as you go along.

But most of all Have Fun!

 

The Chicken, Egg and the Rooster

I will admit I'm not the brightest of the bunch at times and have been known to ask some pretty simple questions to which are both shocking and funny at the same time. If only I could have had an instant printout of what my partner was thinking at the time, although I can imagine. In these situations it is fine that he laughs at me, because after telling me the answers I often realize just how dumb the question was and laugh to.

 

I pretty much put it down to this; if I don't have any interest in something then I won't pay any attention to it let alone learn about it. I usually figure things out in the long run, even if it be through laughable situations. As they say; it's better late than never.

The Chicken, Egg….. And The Rooster  

The birds and the bees, funky business, whatever you want to call it, Male plus a Female equals a baby, in simple terms. Or so that's what I thought until last year at the ripe old age of 28.

I was at a friend’s house letting our children have a play date when my kids noticed she had a chicken coop and asked to collect the eggs for her. I've never lived on a farm or even close to one, so I’ve never really thought much into how things go. As my kids ran up and went inside the coop, it occurred to me there could be a rooster in there. I have no idea whether roosters get aggressive, but they don’t look very nice, wake everyone up at crazy hours and I wouldn’t be keen on jumping in the coop with one. For some reason, I always picture Roosters and Turkeys as pretty much the same thing, despite knowing otherwise. So I was also thinking “Gobble Gobble could be in there!” So I figured I had best ask.  

"Where's the rooster, is it inside the coop?” She said "We don't have one", which left me completely confused and obviously my “umm what face” made an appearance, as I began to ask more questions, because she started explaining things really slowly.

Me:  "Well where do you get your eggs from then?”

 

Friend:  "The Chickens… You don't need a rooster to get an egg, only to have a baby chicken”

 

Me:   “Yes, but eggs are baby chickens just not grown or hatched…aren’t they?”

 

By this point, I am beyond confused and full of questions, like a child would be on their first mortifying Birds and the Bees chat with their parents. Luckily my friend has a good sense of humour.

Friend: “Chickens lay eggs on their own without a rooster, it is just an egg. When you have a rooster it fertilizes the egg, making the baby chicken. We don’t want baby chickens, just eggs so we don’t have a rooster.”

 

 So there it was! At age 28 completely dumb founded finally having find out you don't need a rooster to get an egg. I always put it down to "A Mum and Dad equal a baby... Porky Porky". Simple. 

After our play date had finished I went home to tell my partner. Honestly shocked, I felt this was big news! I even continued to ask my friends and family for a while after just to see how many people actually this, rather than put it down to ‘getting funky’ like I did.

 

Arriving home I went inside and asked him. “Did you know you don’t need a rooster to get an egg?”…Boy did he laugh. When your partner calls you cute after asking a dumb question, you know he’s laughing at you. Of course I tried to defend myself comments about not ever living on a farm and such but they didn’t seem to help my argument.

 

The next night one of his mates came round and my chicken conversation came up. Telling the story, giggling away and then bam…The response wasn’t what he was expecting…

"You don't need the rooster?”

This time it was me laughing especially when his mate said "Well I never grew up on a farm". My partner of course was shocked and we all had a good laugh about it but at least I know now, better late than never. 

 

So my next question “What really came first? The Chicken or the Egg?”