What a weekend we’ve had! In a snapshot there’s been DIYing, baking, chilling, painting, BBQ’s, rain, and…wait for it…nude water sliding (ha!). Visit my new Weekend at Rosy’s Blog to read more.
Amy x
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FNLs get all mo-fo for Movember
Read more and see the mo-fo pics here!
Fashions on the field
Fashions on the field are not quite the same as Fashions in the Backyard for Cup day. My lovely friend, Mrs H stepped it up today…or didn’t! She did have a good laugh at her outfit. Read more here.
Sarcasm. Learning from the Best
“Sarcasm is hilarious, when used by myself. Sarcasm is just being a smart arse when used by my children.” (Quote: Myself and Mrs D).
Read more here.
Video kills a radio star
The Voice of Shame (mine) over here at Rosy’s new blog: Weekend at Rosy’s x
Rosy takes on a new name
Hello my gorgeous friends!
It’s official. Your favourite Rosy blog has changed it’s name.
We are now…WEEKEND AT ROSY’S
And you can now find us here!
Why the change? My blog was originally based on my sewing business. However, as time’s progressed I’ve found that I’m blogging more about random ‘stuff’, and not much about sewing!
And so Weekend at Rosy’s has been born. Come visit us here. Subscribe if you dare!
Love Amy x
The mother of all vomitrons
Yesterday my George had a 24hr virus. A nasty vomit virus. [Read on at your own stomach-turning risk].
The FNL’s haven’t been blessed with many of these bugs of late. THANK GOD.
So it should not surprise me that Miss 7 scored zero out of ten for getting the vomit in the bucket. Poor darling. Me, I mean. Having to clean it up. (Kidding! I hate it when my girls are sick).
Anyway. There is always the grand finale of the virus, right?. The show-stopper. Well, after a few hours of no throwing up, Georgie got off the couch to go to the toilet and head for bed.
It was in the toilet that Georgie felt the final but dreaded stomach lurch. And proceeded to puke. And vomit. And spew. On everything, everywhere. Except in the toilet itself. I ran in with the bucket, but it only caught a tiny portion.
Holy Ricardo. I have to give her 100 points for coverage. She even counted it up herself and told me this morning that she hit six targets. Toilet floor, toilet seat, toilet walls, hall floor, bucket and toilet (I’m challenging the last target).
So that was our Thursday. And now the countdown begins for the rest of the FNLs. Will the virus spread like its usual wildfire self? Do I feel sick? Do I need to vomit? Do I need to lie down? The questions we’ll be asking ourselves for the next week.
Fingers crossed that the vommie bug has been contained. To our floors, walls, and seats. Hmmm. Don’t like our chances.
By the way, my Georgie is feeling much better today! Thank goodness.
Keep healthy!
Aims x
* Note: no images are included with this post. For obvious reasons.
Could this be the key to happiness?
Ahem. This is Mr F. Looks like he’s found his happy place. Would you agree?
Hmmm. I’m just going to come out and say it.
I CANNOT remember seeing Mr F this happy! Except for those obvious moments of joy, like: seeing me every day, listening to my amazing stories, massaging my feet, and dressing himself up in a frock.
Okay that last one was a lie.
Mr F met the Grid Girls last weekend at the Gold Coast 600 (V8 Car Racing). I believe he was very displeased to be swamped by them, but had the strength and uncanny ability to fake this heartfelt, golden smile for the camera.
Mind you, for many years it has been my understanding that what happens on the track stays on the track. Just like any girls weekend. But this photo was SOMEHOW leaked by Mr F’s mate. I’m sure it was just an oversight. An accidental ‘SEND’ tapped into his phone. Ha!
As for finding the key to happiness Mr F – if this is it, then enjoy your brief 8 seconds, because you’re coming home to a world of pain!
Now I’m off to find myself some nice young gentlemen scantily dressed and desperately looking for a photo opportunity.
Amy x
If Men are from Mars and Women are from Venus
…then Teenage Boys are from Uranus. Full stop.
I say this based on pure fact my observations, after spending some time with friends and their teenage boys. I love these boys – they are kind, gentle, and very funny. They play with my two daughters even though they are years older than them.
But they are definitely from Uranus. For obvious reasons. This is coming from me – a mother of two daughters – who like PRETTY.
So I’ve come away armed with some key phrases. My two favourites?
Number 1: Ball Hands. A nickname. Not because of his skill with ball games. But because he likes to check that his own are still there. Every 5 minutes!
Number 2: Nugg Time. A favourite past-time for teenage boys apparently. And it is Number Two’s. Literally. And is undertaken several times a day.
Not that I’m completely in the dark about teenage boys. I did grow up with two brothers.
So I must admit that I could not resist my own toilet humour antics. The double pop-off dance. I won’t go into it, but you can probably get what it entails. And how mature it is.
However after my ‘dance’ and much laughter from said boys (and disgust from Mr F), they only tried to top it with a triple pop-off dance. They were unsuccessful, and I therefore have kept my status as the Queen of this dance.
Hang on…am I really saying this? Proud of my farting antics? Could I be from the same Uranis-isan planet as the teenage boys? Heck, I’m actually worse because I’m a grown up. Actually an adult might be a better word. I have so not grown up!
Do you have boys? What are their favourite antics and phrases? Does it make you laugh? Or cry?
Amy xx
Rebels without a cause
I know one. She is three. Also my daughter.
Yes, Miss Jaz is kicking up a bit of stink at kindy lately. Bucking the system, rocking the boat, refusing to conform. It is anarchy of the kindy kids.
She has a partner in crime. Her little bestie. Both girls are cute as can be and very funny, but so determined and so full of spunk.
The latest rebellion is to just rock up to kindy and tell all and sundry (in a sing-song nerh nerh nerh voice:
“Me don’t like kindy. Yeeeeah”. First Jaz says it, then her bestie. And vice-versa.
Prior to this was sneaking off to another table when their table was meant to go and wash their hands. When reprimanded, both girls look at each other and Jaz pipes up with:
“Ooops. We’s been caught out.” This is accompanied by a sweet, innocent and well-rehearsed smile.
Seriously, she cracks me up.
So, with many years of schooling ahead, I think our little rebels will learn to conform. Or will they just play up continuously? To use Jaz-speak: “Me thinks hers will be a bit naughty.”
This, my friends, is where boarding school has some SERIOUS merit!
I’m researching boarding schools now. I figure that I can then blame someone else (the school) for her future rebellions. Yes. That’s the answer!
Amy x
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