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Goodbye…and hello


If you’re wondering where I’ve been, I’ve gotten my new blog thanks to a competition run by Kristyn from The prize was from Michelle at Little Hero Hosting.

I’ve just managed to get the email subscription service up and running over on my new site,  so you still have that option 🙂

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Out of reach


Write On Wednesdays

After a few weeks not being able to join in on W.o.W. here I am, though I’m a few days late. Tsk, tsk! (Thanks to the lovely Gill over at inkpaperpen for extending the deadline especially with it being school holidays!)

We’ve been treated to a masterclass with the wonderful writer Allison Tait and her interesting choice of prompt for this week’s five minute writing exercise. I was fascinated to learn that romance covers more genres that what I had originally thought, among other things. After all, I’m here to learn, aren’t I?

This piece is clearly influenced by snippets of shows that have three, maybe four letters to their name, or interesting sounds that announce a cut to the next scene. Cue long coats, mobile phones and dark sunglasses.

“I can’t stress how important it is that we behead this fiend.”

“He’s done it again!” she yelled in response to her boss who was running on to the next crime scene. She wanted to punch something, but this was obviously not the place, so she managed to stop her arm mid-air. Those drums will get a good bashing tonight if anyone lets me near them, she thought.

“He’s left all these cryptic clues that my brain can’t handle at this time of the morning without a double espresso.” That was the queue for one of her accompanying officers to rush down the street. “This guy is clearly a hundred steps ahead of me, and I’ve made such wonderful plans to escape this weekend.”

The poor detective stood with her head in her hands, praying that the mysterious puzzle of letters and numbers left as clues would begin to jump out at her. On first glance it seemed that nothing around the apartment was out-of-place.

Sitting in the stairwell, coffee in hand she took out her notepad and started writing, willing the strokes on the paper to form some kind of logic. The weekend that she had planned was now slipping further out of her reach.

Dialogue Detectives: In the burbs


The leaves in the backyard are whispering, and it’s a bright sunny day. Neighbours busy in their backyards. Surely this is the perfect opportunity to be a Dialogue Detective, as suggested by Gill for this week’s Writing on Wednesday task?

A rubbish truck comes past…segue to the sound of rushing water hitting to the base of what sounds like a big green wheelie bin.

Clang, bash…the squeaking of brakes at regular intervals. SQUAWK!

There’s some mumbling in the distance. Interesting, this peace and quiet of the burbs, while Miss Chatty sings along with The Wiggles.

“Do you want me to bring this inside?” is muttered behind me. No response, and the sound of obsessive washing and cleaning of a deep vessel (rubbish bin?) continues.

“How about that one, you know if you just cut it off?” Shortly after the sound of some leaves rustling, and the thud of a branch falling to the ground.

“You want me to cut it down really low, ay?”  is followed by the sound of rustling leaves. The voices fade into the background, and I strain to hear how the conversation continues.


I guess I’ll have to call it a day.

Things can only get better


This is what I wrote  a few days ago:

“‘The last few days have been different for me.

Usually I think I’m a ”glass half full” kind-of-person, but the last few days I’ve felt that it’s been more empty. Just seems that no matter how much I try my outlook has been a bleak one. The initial novelty of moving to a new place is wearing off, and I’m finding myself struggling, from one bad moment to another.

I honestly thought that I would be able to cope much better than I have…hey my mum and dad managed to raise my sister and I without help from family!

I was thankful for a chat with my sister-in-law the other night…she encouraged me to find the joy and do a few things for myself. She’s also a muso, and knows how frustrating it can be when that something that you practically live and breathe is not happening for whatever reason.”

I’m glad to say that I feel like I’m feeling more like a “glass half full” person again. My Wonderful Husband has been so patient with me, not to mention the kids. I’ve also appreciated the input of friends both old and new , including Cath aka SquiggleMum and Kelly at Be A Fun Mum. I hope I get to meet Kelly one day.

A big difference has been prioritising things in a better way. For me this includes:

– enough sleep

– enough fun time with each member of my family

– being able to listen to or play music that suits my mood

– hanging out with another mum at least every other day, even if it’s just for a few minutes

– having some things to look forward to (I can’t wait to see Sting with my husband next week!)

– remembering that God is roaming with me, wherever I am, whatever I’m doing, however I’m feeling.

So, as Howard Jones sang in the 80’s  (yes, I am a child of the 80’s :))


What helps you to keep your glass  full?

Life is Good award!


Wow…I’m a bit overwhelmed. Big thanks to the eccentric eclecticisms of elise for sharing the blog love.

I love how Elise shares what’s on her heart in her bubbly way. When I’m feeling a bit frayed around the edges I find that reading one of her posts picks me up.  Seeing Elise’s photos has also inspired me to take more photos myself. Good thing my wonderful husband bought us a good camera a couple of years ago. If only the camera on my phone was just as good!

As Peter Parker’s Uncle Ben says,”With great power comes great responsibility.” Ok, so I’m no superhero, but I hope that some of my reflections will encourage and inspire you wherever you find yourself.

The rules of the tag are:

1. Thank and link back to the person that gave you this award
2. Answer the 10 survey questions – please see below
3. Pass this award on to other bloggers whom you think are fantastic and notify them with a comment

So here goes..

1. If you blog anonymously, are you happy doing this? If you aren’t anonymous, do you wish you started out anonymously, so that you could be anonymous now?

Well I blog partly anonymously, as I do use my first name. In the post about my son I’ve used his first initial. I also have screen names for my precious munchkids (I keep making this typo, so I think I’ll keep using it!), and I am sure they will be the focus of many posts in the future. I’m planning to introduce them in the next few weeks. They are descriptive nicknames my husband and I have made for the three of them over the past few months , before I decided to start blogging.

2. Describe an incident that shows your inner stubborn side.

I think I should skip past this question…only one? Lots of moments where I have arrived late due to my lack of preparation, and fine ability to procrastinate. Last month I managed not to find a place, despite using a GPS and having a map handy. It was a new place, and I know that I should have asked someone, but I was too shy and proud. I ended up going back the next day.

3. What do you see when you really look at yourself in the mirror?

Someone who needs to be less judgmental of others, and who wants to connect and encourage others in whatever they’re going through.

4. What is your favourite summer cold drink?

Ice tea of any sort…mmmm

5. When you take time for yourself, what do you do?

– Have a cuppa

– check Facebook, though recently I’ve been looking more at Twitter

– play any of a number of percussion instruments that we have at our house (which my husband reminds me I should do more often!)

– look at photos of family and friends, and recently I’ve started to enjoy taking photos with the amazing camera that my husband bought a couple of years back.

6. Is there something that you still want to accomplish in your life?

Where do I start? To find the real me, and to find some balance with all the things that make up my life.

7. When you attended school, were you the class clown, the class overachiever, the shy person, or always ditching

At both primary schools I attended I think that most people thought I was a square. When I got to high school I was a muso, and probably considered a bit of a “square”.

8. If you close your eyes and want to visualize a very poignant moment in your life, what would you see?

My kids as adults being able to say, “thanks for letting me be me.” I have lots of letting go to do before then.

9. Is it easy for you to share your true self in your blog, or are you more comfortable writing posts about other people and events?

So far all I’ve done is share about myself and my perspective.

10. If you had the choice to sit down and read a book or talk on the phone, which would you choose and why?

Depends on which mood I’m in. If it’s been a hard day at home without any adult interaction then a chat on the phone with another  grown up is great. Sometimes the idea of reading a book when things are quiet is nice.

Now the lovely bloggers I would like to pass this award on to are:

Button Factory

my six kids and a dog

only halfway there

My Journey in the Far North

Shevaun B photography

Queensland floods 2011


Well, talking about the weather is something that I do to start a conversation, especially being new in town.  Our first few months in Brisbane have provided many opportunities to talk about the weather, and for good reason. People keep telling us that this much rain in summer is unusual. Memories came rushing back  from when we moved to The Netherlands fifteen years ago, and it was the coolest winter that they’d had for years. We are very fortunate not to have  experienced the dramas that many have over the last 48 hours here in Brisbane.

Yesterday we chose to stay at home, tuned into ABC radio and kept up-to-date via Twitter.

Thankfully we’re not located in a flood zone, but people sharing their stories through the various forms of media made it very real. The kids and I made sure that we had some things packed, just in case.

I’ve never been this close to a disaster of any sort, and it made me realise once again how fortunate I am…a few years away from forty. In contrast to this my Dad experienced a lot of tragedy before he turned 21. He’s told me stories from his childhood in Indonesia…of war and famine. As a young boy he witnessed his friend being shot on the street. He ended up with blood on his shirt and just having to walk away. Whenever family came to visit us, they would talk about such experiences, and looking back, I can see that it was how they processed those difficult times.

Watching all the messages posted through various social media sites has been amazing. It seems much like those family gatherings, but the processing is happening as the event unfolds, and not forty years later. People are banding together both physically, and over the internet. They are doing what they can to help each other, much like my Dad and his family and friends processing what they had been through. Throughout the day we received many messages from friends all over the world, asking if we were OK…I felt so blessed that I could respond with “we’re fine, we’re not in the flood zone” every single time.

Last week we were listening to local radio, driving home from Bribie Island, on a road that is currently flooded. An elderly farmer in another part of Queensland told of his plight, to the point of tears. Initially they were tears of sorrow, which then turned to joy due to his neighbours rallying together to do all that they could to help him, despite their own predicaments. It was such a moving recount.

As the kids and I packed our things, just in case, we have had to consider what’s important. It seems such a luxury compared to those whose decision has been made for them.

Please keep all those effected in your thoughts and prayers, and if you can financially support those who have been affected, please go to the Premier’s Flood Relief Appeal.

Something that made me smile


Recently I had  my very first “Monopoly Test” with my cricket mad 8-year-old son. Actually, it was his first Monopoly test as well. It lasted two days, and there were a few modifications to the rules, but we had a great time.

It was fun observing X’s approach to the game. He wasn’t worried or concerned  at being down to his last $5. (I worried for him.)  He took big risks, buying multiples of houses and hotels in a single turn, and had to mortgage out a few of his properties. At this point I was thinking, “Gosh, I hope that he never becomes a financial planner!”

So, who do you think won after our two- day epic (including breaks for meals and riding around the block when the weather was fine)?

My son.

When he saw that I was starting to go under he was happy to issue me with money to keep me alive in the game. I was touched by his decision to help me out, and when I asked him what he liked about the game he replied,” I just loved playing it with you Mama.”

Weekly challenge 2011


It’s a New Year, so here’s to New Beginnings!

To start the year off I’ve put myself up for a challenge. My aim is to post every week in 2011!

I’ve decided that I need something to get me writing regularly from the beginning. Rather than just thinking about doing it, I’m starting right now.  I will be posting on this blog once a week for all of 2011.

I know it won’t be easy, but it might be fun, inspiring, awesome and wonderful. Therefore I’m promising to make use of The DailyPost, and the community of other bloggers with similiar goals, to help me along the way, including asking for help when I need it and encouraging others when I can.

If you already read my blog, I hope you’ll encourage me with comments and likes, and good will along the way.

I’m looking forward to the journey 🙂



New Beginnings


With Christmas only two days away I’ve been thinking about the situation I find myself in. A year ago we were in Perth, anticipating the celebration with extended family, as we had for the previous six years. Little did we know that a year later we would be on the other side of the country, missing them, and many others, so much!

Mary and Joseph also found themselves in a situation that they hadn’t anticipated….giving birth to the Saviour of the world in a measly stable, away from family and friends. In very simple terms,  what God had asked them to do was to trust Him in the situation, and things would work out.

I guess it’s time for me to trust that things will all work out here for us.