Rarrrr............as you all know i havent done a new blog post in quite some time now....so i figured why not.................todays's as good a day as any..
so chrfistmas is coming up...i dont know about you but its cost me a fucking fortune...which is fine accept some fat red guy in a suit is going to get all my credit :/ i love that the kids beleive in santa but damn they must wonder why nan and grandad there dad and nan and poppie buy them shit but not mum....in fact they must think mums a real douch bag...while the god damn fat man gets the credit...you just gotta love it.
so whats new? hmmmmmm not much really...had my first run in with a ferral forrestfeild bitch in the parking lot at maccas. she was parked in the spot for waiting cars and wasnt waiting so i had to pull in pretty close to her to be where i needed to be...i wasnt even close to hitting her or anything like that..so she hangs out her car with another ferral bitch on the other side starts screaming at me 'ive got a baby in my car you stupid cunt' ect ect...some people must assuming im a fucking whimp....so i got out my car told her 'i have a fucking baby in my car to' so keep driving bitch...and she hits the acceleration and gets the fuck out of there....now that is classic forrestfeild....and that is why im moving back north lol i hate this hole...the park is awsome but other than that i wont miss any of it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
new car....i got a new car since my last blog post.....and i fucking love it...its like...hmmm wearing a trainer bra compared to a push up bra.....its awsome i love my car...i even gave her a name...charil. dont ask me why charli but she is my beast......im far to prone to proving a point tho when a dickhead pulls up next to me at the lights....thus my car sticker 'YOU JUST GOT PASSED BY A GIRL'...... and jesus men hate that...yesterday i sat up the ass of a dick in a commodore..so he tapped the breaks...i over took him and he was pissed...put his hand up im sure he was going to flip me off until he saw i was a girl...then he sped up....a lot ;)
still getting hit on by lesbians....while its flattering....the only girl parts i have any interest in are my own ;) there is a lesbian woman that works at a petrol station i frequent...and she is always overtly over friendly...is fucking creepy.....maybe above my wings on my back i should get a new tattoo 'I LIKE COCK'.....ITS HARSH but it might get my point accross!!!
ive been feeling a bit impulsive lately...so i got my new peircing a couple of weeks ago. a 'medusa'....the annoying thing about peircings is people who dont know what one is say of nice...what the fuck is a medusa...so im going to put a breif list of definitions of basic peircings so i wont have to tell anyone again.....
eyebrow....if u dont know your an idiot
Nose...self explanatory
snake bites....the bottom of the lip which i have two
Labret...middle underneith the bottom lip
Tounge....derrrrrr
Beauty spots/ marilyn monroe...above the lip to the side..usually a small gem. i have two.
ears.....i only have 8 each ear but there are many varying styles
nipple....i want one but im a fraidy cat haha
vagina/clit...... erm your a braver fucking person than me if u go there....
prince albert.....a scary first date :P
so no more asking what is what!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and no i dont have weird ones hidden anywhere ;)
so on to men.....we all know i get retarded dickheads cracking on to me all the time...my favourite is fucking indians and muslim men those who dont speak english and those who are older than my bloody dad....older is okay....but jesus! ive had a lot of dickheads crack onto me this year...but ive become quite adept at telling them politely to 'jog the fuck on'.....however...i do have a very 'hot' friend at the moment....makes things interesting dosent it.....lots of people are asking the question who the hell is he that ur interested for a change...but for now my lips are sealed ;)
thats pretty much it for me at the moment kiddies...of course there is always my birthday on monday but blah no plans lol....epic fail right? ;) im sure something will come up...maybe ill have a few drinks and we might get a very interesting new blog post..... todays was a catch up next time ill choose something firey or contraversial to chat about ;)
caio, bella.
Wednesday, 14 December 2011
Wednesday, 13 July 2011
Yummy mummies survial guide!
So....i often get asked...how do i do it...im a single mum raising 3 kids...and im supposedly a 'yummy mummy'....so.......i thought id do a post about how i do things and still be 'me' at the same time...because hey lets face it..some people have kids and *BAM* they totally change and not nessisarily for the better.....dont get me wrong..change is good...losing who you are when u become a mum...not so cool.
So im going to lay the hard word down....WOMEN...just because we become mums..does not mean all of a sudden..we stop wearnign makeup (if u wore it before), that u suddenly live in trackies and baggy tshirts....that brushing our hair is now optional...trust me its not....kids take over your life i get that...but u still have to have a life...even if u dont get out...which hey i hardly do...dosent mean all of a sudden i have no interests no hobbies no things i like anymore im still the same me...just a different kinda me!!! we dont have to change completely when we become parents. people often say to me...your a mum..u cant have peircings or tattoos or dress nicely or wear those shoes...of course i fucking can!!!!! only a judgemental fuck head would presume to sat such crap....seriously...my ex's mum used to say shit like that to me all the time...u dont want people to judge u at school and by doing so judge your kids you'll be a bad reflection on them.....reflect this *****...im lucky not to have had that problem..people always seem to look beyond the surface...accept indians...i see any traditional indians in public and there stare in the most rude fucking way anyway losing track.... u still have to be who u are...its key to surviving motherhood and not looking back and thinking fuck i used to be so different...be the same just in a different way!!.. (BTW IF U WORE TRACKIES HODDIES AND SHIT BEFORE KUDDOS TO U AND FEEL FREE TO KEEP DOING IT...I REALISE TRACKIES ARE COMFY SOMETIMES...I DONT OWN ANY SO IM NOT SAYING NEVER HAHA)...
next thing...dont let people tell u the way u raise you kids is not the right way...because if they do..immolitely tell them to shove it up there ass...the way you raise your kids is your business only and if it works for you and yours its right and all good..
if you dont want to get unsolicited advice make sure u dont give it either..singing a merry tune in your head while tuning out works a treat!!!
be honest...if your not coping GET SOME FUCKING HELP...raising kids isnt easy especially for us single parent folk but even for those out there with partners...take a break sometimes..it may seem the impossible dream but if u want it sometimes u have to work hard to make it happen...
If u got your hair done regullarly before having kids...dont stop! no one loves a skunk stripe..if u cant afford it? go the home job if you choose your colour right and keep it looking fresh its affordable and u will look a million bucks.
makeup...did u wear it before kids? then no exscuse...keep on wearing it...i often get the 'i dont have time'... yes YOU DO..im a single mum of an 8 week old baby a 3 year old and a 5 year old and if i can make 5 mins to put my makeup on every morning so can u...and it makes so much of a difference to how i feel about myself as a mum..making sure the hairs nice the makeups on im dressed reasonably all these things count to keeping it real!!!!
i often get asked how do i do it...this parts the serious part...people often cant beleive i cope alone with three kids...and hey its not always easy...but here is the trick.. ROUTINES..yes we have all heard the words before..and to be honest before i had my oldest in school i didnt have one at all..the kids were always in bed late sleeping in everything was chaos...so i have epic routines that are set in stone..my kids know whats going on i know whats going on..for example 4pm bubba has her bath 4.30pm the boys always know its bath time 5pm i start dinner always the same every day..8.30pm the boys go to bed same thing every day...and the second is time management which goes hand in hand with routine... if u dont manage your shit everything gets on top of u...some days i dont even get to sit down..its a flurry of go go go..but lifes like that sometimes...thats when a long bath a good book or anything for some u time...
you time...very important...i honestly dont get much and need more...try however possible to get some..also important to keeping it real as a mum...we are not our kids...they are our kids if that makes sense
i could go on about this stuff allllllll day....but at the end all i can say is i survive because i love my kids no matter how difficult they can be...i keep it real, i remember to be myself not just a mum..i wasnt always a mum im still a person. i have good routines, i dont listen to other people i do what works for me and my kids! so remember mummies...you can be a yummy mummy and survive without changing who u are completely
and remember SMILE, play with the kids...have a coffee or a tea...lifes not that bad even when it is..
xoxox
Caio bella..
So im going to lay the hard word down....WOMEN...just because we become mums..does not mean all of a sudden..we stop wearnign makeup (if u wore it before), that u suddenly live in trackies and baggy tshirts....that brushing our hair is now optional...trust me its not....kids take over your life i get that...but u still have to have a life...even if u dont get out...which hey i hardly do...dosent mean all of a sudden i have no interests no hobbies no things i like anymore im still the same me...just a different kinda me!!! we dont have to change completely when we become parents. people often say to me...your a mum..u cant have peircings or tattoos or dress nicely or wear those shoes...of course i fucking can!!!!! only a judgemental fuck head would presume to sat such crap....seriously...my ex's mum used to say shit like that to me all the time...u dont want people to judge u at school and by doing so judge your kids you'll be a bad reflection on them.....reflect this *****...im lucky not to have had that problem..people always seem to look beyond the surface...accept indians...i see any traditional indians in public and there stare in the most rude fucking way anyway losing track.... u still have to be who u are...its key to surviving motherhood and not looking back and thinking fuck i used to be so different...be the same just in a different way!!.. (BTW IF U WORE TRACKIES HODDIES AND SHIT BEFORE KUDDOS TO U AND FEEL FREE TO KEEP DOING IT...I REALISE TRACKIES ARE COMFY SOMETIMES...I DONT OWN ANY SO IM NOT SAYING NEVER HAHA)...
next thing...dont let people tell u the way u raise you kids is not the right way...because if they do..immolitely tell them to shove it up there ass...the way you raise your kids is your business only and if it works for you and yours its right and all good..
if you dont want to get unsolicited advice make sure u dont give it either..singing a merry tune in your head while tuning out works a treat!!!
be honest...if your not coping GET SOME FUCKING HELP...raising kids isnt easy especially for us single parent folk but even for those out there with partners...take a break sometimes..it may seem the impossible dream but if u want it sometimes u have to work hard to make it happen...
If u got your hair done regullarly before having kids...dont stop! no one loves a skunk stripe..if u cant afford it? go the home job if you choose your colour right and keep it looking fresh its affordable and u will look a million bucks.
makeup...did u wear it before kids? then no exscuse...keep on wearing it...i often get the 'i dont have time'... yes YOU DO..im a single mum of an 8 week old baby a 3 year old and a 5 year old and if i can make 5 mins to put my makeup on every morning so can u...and it makes so much of a difference to how i feel about myself as a mum..making sure the hairs nice the makeups on im dressed reasonably all these things count to keeping it real!!!!
i often get asked how do i do it...this parts the serious part...people often cant beleive i cope alone with three kids...and hey its not always easy...but here is the trick.. ROUTINES..yes we have all heard the words before..and to be honest before i had my oldest in school i didnt have one at all..the kids were always in bed late sleeping in everything was chaos...so i have epic routines that are set in stone..my kids know whats going on i know whats going on..for example 4pm bubba has her bath 4.30pm the boys always know its bath time 5pm i start dinner always the same every day..8.30pm the boys go to bed same thing every day...and the second is time management which goes hand in hand with routine... if u dont manage your shit everything gets on top of u...some days i dont even get to sit down..its a flurry of go go go..but lifes like that sometimes...thats when a long bath a good book or anything for some u time...
you time...very important...i honestly dont get much and need more...try however possible to get some..also important to keeping it real as a mum...we are not our kids...they are our kids if that makes sense
i could go on about this stuff allllllll day....but at the end all i can say is i survive because i love my kids no matter how difficult they can be...i keep it real, i remember to be myself not just a mum..i wasnt always a mum im still a person. i have good routines, i dont listen to other people i do what works for me and my kids! so remember mummies...you can be a yummy mummy and survive without changing who u are completely
and remember SMILE, play with the kids...have a coffee or a tea...lifes not that bad even when it is..
xoxox
Caio bella..
Saturday, 9 July 2011
Tattoo this and pretty bitches!
Soooooo firstly there may not be any blogs for a bot on account of moving house in a weeks time...blah to that...moving house sucks the big one...the packing and all the expenses...its like they force u to stay because its so damn expensive to get the hell out hahah ahh well
so on to the pretty bitches...there are soooooooo many of them out there arent there? sometimes im out and about and think shit.... and then i think kiss me ass haha...but then. i get told im hot or pretty a lot..i dont know what drugs people are taking because i dont see myself that way...but id like some.. And hey STILL SINGLE...so i cant be THAT hot or good looking lol..but im still fucking awsome lol... im not a stick i dont have a models body either...hey three kids spent a good deal of time stretching my shit out in various places :0...but u get that...i have to admit tho...sometimes i look around and see other women..obese or really hairy or just plain unfortunate looking with there men and husbands and think fuck...surely i look better than that and im still single WTF....god damn...but i think ive put myself in a position of men think i look good to play with but not to take home to mummy...so fuck off men like that....and a big KUDDOS...and also a massive FUCK YOU to these hot women out there that i wish i looked like some days haha but also hate....boo to u lol jealous much??
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anyway for people following my blog this is what i look like currently...
so moving on to tattoo this...we all know i love my tattoos...i plan on getting three more this year...yikes i better move my ass...being that the year is fast dissolving and i was pregnant for half of it haha... so it got me thinking about weird tattoos that people get...but first my top three tattoo places to get tattood in perth australia north of the river mostly being thats where i am...would be
1. Tattoo this in greenwood
2. Marc pinto at primitive in perth city
3. Cherry bomb also in perth city
my advice when getting a tattoo...would be..
1. dont sweat it..relax and enjoy sure it hurts a bit but its not that bad if u cant handle pain perhaps rethink a tattoo.
2. dont use numbing cream. the effect is incredably temporary needs to be applied in advance and wont work the whole tattoo
3. be creative...dont go in and look through a book and choose some random generic sketch that 500 other people have..yes look take ideas and create...tattoos are art
4. choose your artist carefully...u would go get plastic surgury without shopping around?
5. look at the art on your tattoo artists skin..if u can see any be wary of there appreciation for the art.
6. dont get one on a whim, be well thought out first and remember ink is for life and very expensive to remove.
7. If you dont know what u want and have to search and search DONT GET A FUCKING TATTOO...
www.primitivebodypiercing.com/
www.hotfrog.com.au/.../Cherry-Bomb-Tattoo-and-Piercing-Parlour
and sorry couldnt find one for tattoo this...some of my best work came from there...
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not for the faint hearted :?
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what a fucking knob...
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serosuly wtf???
so on to the pretty bitches...there are soooooooo many of them out there arent there? sometimes im out and about and think shit.... and then i think kiss me ass haha...but then. i get told im hot or pretty a lot..i dont know what drugs people are taking because i dont see myself that way...but id like some.. And hey STILL SINGLE...so i cant be THAT hot or good looking lol..but im still fucking awsome lol... im not a stick i dont have a models body either...hey three kids spent a good deal of time stretching my shit out in various places :0...but u get that...i have to admit tho...sometimes i look around and see other women..obese or really hairy or just plain unfortunate looking with there men and husbands and think fuck...surely i look better than that and im still single WTF....god damn...but i think ive put myself in a position of men think i look good to play with but not to take home to mummy...so fuck off men like that....and a big KUDDOS...and also a massive FUCK YOU to these hot women out there that i wish i looked like some days haha but also hate....boo to u lol jealous much??
so moving on to tattoo this...we all know i love my tattoos...i plan on getting three more this year...yikes i better move my ass...being that the year is fast dissolving and i was pregnant for half of it haha... so it got me thinking about weird tattoos that people get...but first my top three tattoo places to get tattood in perth australia north of the river mostly being thats where i am...would be
1. Tattoo this in greenwood
2. Marc pinto at primitive in perth city
3. Cherry bomb also in perth city
my advice when getting a tattoo...would be..
1. dont sweat it..relax and enjoy sure it hurts a bit but its not that bad if u cant handle pain perhaps rethink a tattoo.
2. dont use numbing cream. the effect is incredably temporary needs to be applied in advance and wont work the whole tattoo
3. be creative...dont go in and look through a book and choose some random generic sketch that 500 other people have..yes look take ideas and create...tattoos are art
4. choose your artist carefully...u would go get plastic surgury without shopping around?
5. look at the art on your tattoo artists skin..if u can see any be wary of there appreciation for the art.
6. dont get one on a whim, be well thought out first and remember ink is for life and very expensive to remove.
7. If you dont know what u want and have to search and search DONT GET A FUCKING TATTOO...
www.primitivebodypiercing.com/
www.hotfrog.com.au/.../Cherry-Bomb-Tattoo-and-Piercing-Parlour
and sorry couldnt find one for tattoo this...some of my best work came from there...
not for the faint hearted :?
what a fucking knob...
serosuly wtf???okay little miss is stiring so ill finiish this one later...caio for now
luv bella..
and im on the hunt for some really awsome tattoo work to share with u all to
xox
Friday, 1 July 2011
I may be bad but im perfectly good...
Perfectly good? what is the definition of perfectly good? i guess that also depends on what your definition of bad is....ive been known to be called bad for many reasons in the past and im sure i will be called it many times in the future. Who really knows us in life? u can be sure so many people are judging us....but how do you define yourself? hmmmm well thats a tough one....how do i define myself? i dont take bullshit, but i occasionally have to give some...its the nature of the beast..you mess with the bull you get the horns...i like that phrase because its epically defining of my nature....your either friend or foe...there is no inbetween really...at least not to me. ive been called hard...one or twice....or fifty thousand times....and hard is apparently a bad thing...but a lot of being 'hard' comes from experience...life experience...so maybe it isnt a good thing...but having said that...i dont really care...i guess part in parcel of being hard...you have to be prepared in life to make the hard decisions stand up for that which u dont agree in fall fucking hard but be willing and able to pick your shit back up again afterwards...that takes a strong person...im a strong person...i have to say such a disposition isnt always for the best. i cant say i have a lot of friends...well hardly any real friends haha but i know how to pretect myself and the people i care about in whatever way possible....life is always my way of the fucking highway...which im told is not a good constitution to hold...but so be it...if you dont like me...your always free to fuck off or plank yourself onto the pointy end of a stick
byyyyyyy the way...planking is not for winners im afraid to say...its just another loser revolution of trying to do something fun that is basically fucked in the ass...seriosuly planking? someone one couldnt come up with anything better?? hmmmm......epic fucking fail im afraid!!!!
anyway moving on....i was thinking about the birth of sierra the other day.....it occurs to me that the hospital staff who were in delivery at various points must have thought i was a dark pessimistic bitch even tho i had a good altho slightly pissed off disposition due to there incompetence...anyway i have a large self done by black ink a needle and hand a tattoo and it says.... trust no one, test everything and under that..it says judge not and under that it says....love's the funeral of hearts.... pessimistic and negative much? surely so...but better to be informed than have your heart trampled time and time again... but i cant imagine what they must have though....im a myseterious leave things to the imagination type so i dont wear short skirts and the like...i prefur to be covered to some extent...so normally no one accept me see's that tattoo...its the first time anyone other than me or the kids has seen it!.... i get a lot of people asking me all the time if i plan to be getting more tattoos...the simple answer to that would be yes...i am planning to get more. i love my tattoos but of course they dont define me...but they are apart of me just like my peircings...some people get peircings and take them out regularly or take it out ot get a new one..not me if i get a peircing its here to stay permanently..the only one i seem to keep losing is the eyebrow and that because my body slowely rejects it....booo because eyebrow feels really uncomfy to get done!!!! i can be impulsive but at the same time i follow through on my decisions :) i hope my kids will be a little bit like that...but i hope they think some things through more than i did hahah
speaking of kids...there was something on the radio this morning about the octamumma and her 15 kids..and how she hates them and wishes she didnt have them anymore because its all to hard..and they had people ring in saying honestly if there were times they didnt want there kids or regretted having hem and how taboo that was...so i started thinking about it..have i ever regretted having my kids? and the answer is no...sometimes i regret that im unable to control them as well as id like and i often regret who there father is but ive never regretted having any of them especially little miss who has no dad....i always try to live my life with no regrets...bad decisions dont nessisarily mean u have to regret them as long as you learn something!.....but still its sad when people regret having there kids...but at the end of the day sometimes life gives u lemons.....lemonade...all that jazz....
anyway phyched to get my new tattoo in about three weeks im hoping.....my left lower arm will be complete and i plan to get my half sleeve fixed up and finnished off over the next few months...after all i have to be a bridesmaid next year...and ill make one hell of a rocking bridesmaid ;) tattoos, peircings and all...i did give my brother gf the opportunity to change her mind about having me...after all...photos are forever..but she said this is me its who i am and the tattoos and peircings dont bother her at all...nawww what a sweetie. she will make a great sister in law ftw.....
anyway enough with the random ranting for now....
caio bella..
byyyyyyy the way...planking is not for winners im afraid to say...its just another loser revolution of trying to do something fun that is basically fucked in the ass...seriosuly planking? someone one couldnt come up with anything better?? hmmmm......epic fucking fail im afraid!!!!
anyway moving on....i was thinking about the birth of sierra the other day.....it occurs to me that the hospital staff who were in delivery at various points must have thought i was a dark pessimistic bitch even tho i had a good altho slightly pissed off disposition due to there incompetence...anyway i have a large self done by black ink a needle and hand a tattoo and it says.... trust no one, test everything and under that..it says judge not and under that it says....love's the funeral of hearts.... pessimistic and negative much? surely so...but better to be informed than have your heart trampled time and time again... but i cant imagine what they must have though....im a myseterious leave things to the imagination type so i dont wear short skirts and the like...i prefur to be covered to some extent...so normally no one accept me see's that tattoo...its the first time anyone other than me or the kids has seen it!.... i get a lot of people asking me all the time if i plan to be getting more tattoos...the simple answer to that would be yes...i am planning to get more. i love my tattoos but of course they dont define me...but they are apart of me just like my peircings...some people get peircings and take them out regularly or take it out ot get a new one..not me if i get a peircing its here to stay permanently..the only one i seem to keep losing is the eyebrow and that because my body slowely rejects it....booo because eyebrow feels really uncomfy to get done!!!! i can be impulsive but at the same time i follow through on my decisions :) i hope my kids will be a little bit like that...but i hope they think some things through more than i did hahah
speaking of kids...there was something on the radio this morning about the octamumma and her 15 kids..and how she hates them and wishes she didnt have them anymore because its all to hard..and they had people ring in saying honestly if there were times they didnt want there kids or regretted having hem and how taboo that was...so i started thinking about it..have i ever regretted having my kids? and the answer is no...sometimes i regret that im unable to control them as well as id like and i often regret who there father is but ive never regretted having any of them especially little miss who has no dad....i always try to live my life with no regrets...bad decisions dont nessisarily mean u have to regret them as long as you learn something!.....but still its sad when people regret having there kids...but at the end of the day sometimes life gives u lemons.....lemonade...all that jazz....
anyway phyched to get my new tattoo in about three weeks im hoping.....my left lower arm will be complete and i plan to get my half sleeve fixed up and finnished off over the next few months...after all i have to be a bridesmaid next year...and ill make one hell of a rocking bridesmaid ;) tattoos, peircings and all...i did give my brother gf the opportunity to change her mind about having me...after all...photos are forever..but she said this is me its who i am and the tattoos and peircings dont bother her at all...nawww what a sweetie. she will make a great sister in law ftw.....
anyway enough with the random ranting for now....
caio bella..
Thursday, 23 June 2011
Catch me up blog
Ahhh how nice it is to finally be able to use my laptop again...the last time i turned it on all kinds of shit came up about my net security expiring and trojam horses and worms and my computer being hacked and files being taken...essentially my shit was being virtually raped...i couldnt do a fucking thing on it...so i took the battery out...now i have some awsome hardcore protection..it took all day to scan the computer and clean all the files....gah last time i let my internet security expire!!! lets hope some fucked peadophile hasnt stolen my photos of the kids!
So little miss aka Sierra..is six weeks old on sunday....still the apple of my eye...the most frequent comment i get about her is 'she looks like a little doll'...but she is a little cutie! she already has an epic wardrobe several pairs of shoes a few bits of bling and about 25 baby headbands...eeeek hard not to spoil her on account of her not having a dad...really going to be a tough one there...no dad and only one set of grandparents where as the boys have there dad and 2 sets of grandparents...for anyone who missed the heads up all three have the same dad only the dick face wants nothing to do with his daughter in any way...when it comes back to bite him on the ass one day he will b sorry...for the many who have enquired...no he has still not seen her asked about her or wanted anything to do with her and thats the way he likes it...good thing im an epically awsome mummy and have no problem looking after her on my own as well as the boys..hasnt been as hard as i thought it would be! which brings me to my next point!!
BOOBS....
when you have a baby...sooooo many people ask you two question..one 'are they a good baby'...a reasonable question and two ...'are you breastfeeding' <<< now i have to say...i really hate this question...and perfect strangers seem to think they have the right to ask it....i really have to wonder HOW THE FUCK IS THAT ANY OF YOUR BUSINESS....i could be feeding her directly from the teat of a baby goat i keep tired up in the lounge and it wouldnt be anyones business...yes i am breastfeeding no its none of your business...close friends or mates yep i understand the question strangers...mind your fucking business...when women ask...still not there business but understandable
when men ask....EL FUCKING CREEPY!!!!!! seriously...especially when there looking at your chest as they ask the question....im not above giving a black eye to an overly creepy man!!!
moving on....
it would appear i am moving south of the river in a few weeks to good old forrestfeild...eeek i NEVER thought id move back sor...i always thought my kiddies would grow up north...but i refuse to move jacks school meaning im up for an epic commute in peak hour traffic every morning DOH!!!!!!!!!.....its definitly going to be a mass adjustment...if i cant deal with it ill have to move back this side of the river again....and packing...gah i hate packing im seriosuly throwing out a lot of my shit just to avoid having to pack it up...hahah sad but true...who needs that junk anyway? :P.... but i want to keep jack at that school because they have an awsome educational programme across the board there...however poor jack is struggling a bit....he is having issues with fine motor skills reading writing maths, hand dexterity pretty much across the board even tho he tries hard...he is a really bright kid!! i hate seeing him struggle...i put aside extra time to help him at home...the dreaded words adhd have been mentioned by his school...ive dreaded the day because he has always been a super full on kid and exhibits many of the signs from hyperactivity to extreme distractedness lack of being able to concentrate all go go go talks non stop and more...so i knew it could be coming :( even being a single mum of three its recomended i take him to a peadeatricion privately which is going to cost 300 an appointment....him wonder if i can have tha appointment and run away really fast? :P i wish but at least ill know. dont want him struggling with school.......ahhh all fun and games being a mum his dick head dad wont help pay for the appointments either insists his kid is all good and dosent need it stupid ****. ..if it cost 600 an appointment id find the money some how...my kids are my world! there awsome like i am ;)
life is never complete without dozen of strangers showing upat my door becuase the owner has advertised the property with out real estate back 3 weeks before i move out only to tell people go round at whatever time she will let you look in the house....like fuck i will...these people are strangers ready to rape me and steal my shit for all i know the owner did come around after all the hysteria and try to bribe me by bringing chocolates for the kids to let people come look...erm NOOOOOOO i wont even let him come in the house without good cause while im packing...blah...does keep shit interesting tho!!!
woooooooooooooo....have my tattoo all planned. i want to add bub as soon as possible..but i have to just get the expenses of moving out of the way first...so if anyone knows any good tattoo artist sor give me a shout...bub name Sierra, and a rose picture underneith (to symbolise her middle name) and i want kind of tribal leaves to wrap and intertwine the boys tattoo on the underside of my arm and her birth date...im adding the boys birthdates under there tatoo as well...excited missed being able to update my body art while i was pregnant :)
and that my friends is pretty much all the shit that has been going on in my life since ive been MIA...perhaps next time ill provide something a little more entertaining...that is after all my job...to entertain the masses ;)
So little miss aka Sierra..is six weeks old on sunday....still the apple of my eye...the most frequent comment i get about her is 'she looks like a little doll'...but she is a little cutie! she already has an epic wardrobe several pairs of shoes a few bits of bling and about 25 baby headbands...eeeek hard not to spoil her on account of her not having a dad...really going to be a tough one there...no dad and only one set of grandparents where as the boys have there dad and 2 sets of grandparents...for anyone who missed the heads up all three have the same dad only the dick face wants nothing to do with his daughter in any way...when it comes back to bite him on the ass one day he will b sorry...for the many who have enquired...no he has still not seen her asked about her or wanted anything to do with her and thats the way he likes it...good thing im an epically awsome mummy and have no problem looking after her on my own as well as the boys..hasnt been as hard as i thought it would be! which brings me to my next point!!
BOOBS....
when you have a baby...sooooo many people ask you two question..one 'are they a good baby'...a reasonable question and two ...'are you breastfeeding' <<< now i have to say...i really hate this question...and perfect strangers seem to think they have the right to ask it....i really have to wonder HOW THE FUCK IS THAT ANY OF YOUR BUSINESS....i could be feeding her directly from the teat of a baby goat i keep tired up in the lounge and it wouldnt be anyones business...yes i am breastfeeding no its none of your business...close friends or mates yep i understand the question strangers...mind your fucking business...when women ask...still not there business but understandable
when men ask....EL FUCKING CREEPY!!!!!! seriously...especially when there looking at your chest as they ask the question....im not above giving a black eye to an overly creepy man!!!
moving on....
it would appear i am moving south of the river in a few weeks to good old forrestfeild...eeek i NEVER thought id move back sor...i always thought my kiddies would grow up north...but i refuse to move jacks school meaning im up for an epic commute in peak hour traffic every morning DOH!!!!!!!!!.....its definitly going to be a mass adjustment...if i cant deal with it ill have to move back this side of the river again....and packing...gah i hate packing im seriosuly throwing out a lot of my shit just to avoid having to pack it up...hahah sad but true...who needs that junk anyway? :P.... but i want to keep jack at that school because they have an awsome educational programme across the board there...however poor jack is struggling a bit....he is having issues with fine motor skills reading writing maths, hand dexterity pretty much across the board even tho he tries hard...he is a really bright kid!! i hate seeing him struggle...i put aside extra time to help him at home...the dreaded words adhd have been mentioned by his school...ive dreaded the day because he has always been a super full on kid and exhibits many of the signs from hyperactivity to extreme distractedness lack of being able to concentrate all go go go talks non stop and more...so i knew it could be coming :( even being a single mum of three its recomended i take him to a peadeatricion privately which is going to cost 300 an appointment....him wonder if i can have tha appointment and run away really fast? :P i wish but at least ill know. dont want him struggling with school.......ahhh all fun and games being a mum his dick head dad wont help pay for the appointments either insists his kid is all good and dosent need it stupid ****. ..if it cost 600 an appointment id find the money some how...my kids are my world! there awsome like i am ;)
life is never complete without dozen of strangers showing upat my door becuase the owner has advertised the property with out real estate back 3 weeks before i move out only to tell people go round at whatever time she will let you look in the house....like fuck i will...these people are strangers ready to rape me and steal my shit for all i know the owner did come around after all the hysteria and try to bribe me by bringing chocolates for the kids to let people come look...erm NOOOOOOO i wont even let him come in the house without good cause while im packing...blah...does keep shit interesting tho!!!
woooooooooooooo....have my tattoo all planned. i want to add bub as soon as possible..but i have to just get the expenses of moving out of the way first...so if anyone knows any good tattoo artist sor give me a shout...bub name Sierra, and a rose picture underneith (to symbolise her middle name) and i want kind of tribal leaves to wrap and intertwine the boys tattoo on the underside of my arm and her birth date...im adding the boys birthdates under there tatoo as well...excited missed being able to update my body art while i was pregnant :)
and that my friends is pretty much all the shit that has been going on in my life since ive been MIA...perhaps next time ill provide something a little more entertaining...that is after all my job...to entertain the masses ;)
Sunday, 29 May 2011
Sierra Rose...Birth story
i cant gaurentee how much detail i will get to put in. this is the first time i have even been able to turn the laptop on since i had bub but here goes
i was due to be induced on friday the 13th at 6pm...i so did not want to be induced overnight but apparently it was my only option...so i left the kids with there grandad (there fuck face father wouldnt have them) and off i went with mum my birth partner...to king edward in subiaco. they kept me waiting outside the birth suite for an hour...joy then u got in and got a room where i met the lovely midwife who unfortuntealy was only on until 9pm..the first of many midwives...so she took my vitals monitored bub and told me ward rounds started at 9pm so they wouldnt do anything until then and they would need to do an internal exam to asses to use the gel to induce or the folley's catheter., now i have to say internal exms for me hurt like fuck....seriously...especially as they found my cervix to be really far back and still had to reach it...bub head was up high...it was so fucking painful having the exam they offered me gas which i declined... so they decided that the folleys catheter to open my cervix was the way to go...so in comes a doc prepares all the stuff tells me stirrups are required...ick and tells me 'at least she has something interesting to look at while she is down there bahaha...she was reffuring the the tattoos on my legs lol...so they try to insert it fill it with saline and then tell me that unfortunately it wont even remotely stay in because while far back my cervix was extremely soft so they decided to use the gel instead...so in went the gel on my cervix..then i was on the monitoring machines for an hour to make sure bub stayed ok which she did little trooper...midwives then changed to the next lot...so i mildly got some sleep on the extremely uncomfy labour bed while being woken 3 to 4 hourly for more monitoring..the gel stays in 6 to 8 hourse before being checked...so they checked and it was decided i needed another lot of gel...but they became busy and fucked me around as they did with my last induction and nothing got done...for hours...in which time different women examined me so more intensely painful internal exams...seriously i could have cried or abused them they were so painful...i was told to walk around the hospital block many times to try to decend bubs head but she would not engage..she really wanted to stay put... so eventually i was told they were to busy for me on sat afternoon (i went in friday night) and i was so pissed off (3rd lot of midwives) that i said to her in more polite terms it was fucked and that the same shit happened to me last time and i would rather have had my baby anywhere else if i had the chance..then went into the bathroom and bawled my eyes out i was freaking tired and over the haulted labour...so more walking occured...more contractions..only mild and lots of pressure which still didnt bring bubs head down...they examined me..painfully again only to find my cervix still soft and only slightly open still really far back so gel wasnt working either...so they were starting to talk c section which i DID NOT WANT as one of the options...or some pessary implant that may or may not work but was a last resort. then they decided they would try instead to break my waters...yet more hours passed because the midwife on would not do it unless there were doctors on call ready for an emergency c section because with bubs head not engaged there was a serious chance of cord prolaps (coming down into the vagina) if that happened they told me they had ten mins to get bub out of me....eeek that scared the shit out of me and stressed me out...i was still being monitiored and also every 4 hours since i was induced i was having penicillin which didnt knock out my cough which they suspected could be whooping cough it was so bad...still have it 6 weeks in total since i got it..anyway..the next midwife came on...much to my delight the very first one i had who only normally works two shifts a week was called in because it was so busy...she asked to have me again..she couldnt beleive i was still there with no reall progress on intermitent ppl causing me pain for no real gain so she took it apon herself to get shit done. she begged the male registar to break my waters to get things going it was my only chance that it worked to have a natural birth...5 mins later he came in more stirrups and told me he would have to leave his hand in a few mins to help drain the water to stop the cord coming out...at that point who cares id had that many hand in my bits i didnt give a shit...so he broke me waters which i have had done twice before but this time agony!! more offers of drugs which i declined...along the process on friday night i was given a bung for my drip so that was attatched to the sintocin (artifical contraction inducer) and she cranked that thing right up she said so we could get it moving a lot quicker...there was NO none NADDA break between the contractions it was intense and painful and she told me if i stood which was hard i had to be monitored non stop the rest of the labour it would help bub come down...i managed two hours standing before the pain became to much....by then i was crying which is how i deal with pain....mum was exhausted and slept through the agaony that i needed a partner for.... :/ i told the midwife once i started crying id reached my pain threshold and needed and epidural..of course the anesthatist was busy and held up so she asked if i wanted the on call one..i said yes not realising that at midnight she got him out of bed just for me..and the champ was there in ten mins flat scruffy bed hair and all ready to get it done... the midwife had turned off the drip because i was curled up in a ball of agony to ease the contractions while he put the epidural in...it was releif accept i could still feel contractions on one side....so it took a while to try to sort that...once the midwife did her best...and i had to lay on my side to not feel that side contractions she had someone watch me while she went for a tea break....even tho i couldnt feel my body waist down...i felt enormous pressure....and the midwife in there looked a bit concerned..as soon as the midwife came back i told her something was happening..it had only been about 5 hours since they broke my waters so she checked and little miss's head was right there straining to get out she was ready right then...and the monitor was showing she was a bit distressed so they needed to make it happen...so she dimmed the lights and then time to push...absolutely hard when u cant feel a damn thing..which i only just got my epidural sorted so no time to let it wear off at all...so with her guidences lots of pushing but bubs just needs to turn a bit....which she wasnt doing...then all of a sudden i had a massive coughing fit...and bubs head was nearly out so they told me to cough like that again...no problem like i could stop myself and she was out!!!!.....not only was she out...but no tears....she didnt tear me a new one at all....just a few 'labia grazes' requiring no treatement and she told me essentially your 'flap' is grazed and yes she totally said flap bahaha that was to funny at the time.... she was caked with vernix she looked like someone had rubbed her whole body in zinc it was crazy....so they layed her on my chest naked and she got to stay there an hour to feed and cuddle before they took her to weigh her... 7lb3oz, 2 weeks early and i was told she would weight 8lb plus minimum stupid people and there crappy ultrasounds. she was my perfect little angel. :) healthy happy pink and cuddly. from the time they broke my waters maybe 6 hours...so had they done that initially it would have saved two days of invasive pain and tiredness...after i had her and the epidural wore off i had a shower and was transfurred straight to the ward and i stayed until the next morning and came home. they had to wake mum at some point when i was ready to push so she could be there to watch that part....i think if it was not for that midwife things could have gone very very differently indeed im very greatful to her...despite all the bullshit before hand...it was a perfect birth intervention free...as in no vaccume or forceps extraction like the boys and no 20 people in the room in gumboots like jack....and NO C SECTION...in the end i was extremely tired but so greatful to her...ill never forget how fantastic she was :) and thats how little sierra rose came into our lives :) i still absolutel think king edward are fucking retared your just one in a chain of many to them...and if nessesary become unimportant...my birth experieces got worse with every child at that hospital....i wouldnt recomend them unless you have health issues that prevent you going elsewhere....im sure i left out bits and peices of the story but thats the gist of it !
caio bella
i was due to be induced on friday the 13th at 6pm...i so did not want to be induced overnight but apparently it was my only option...so i left the kids with there grandad (there fuck face father wouldnt have them) and off i went with mum my birth partner...to king edward in subiaco. they kept me waiting outside the birth suite for an hour...joy then u got in and got a room where i met the lovely midwife who unfortuntealy was only on until 9pm..the first of many midwives...so she took my vitals monitored bub and told me ward rounds started at 9pm so they wouldnt do anything until then and they would need to do an internal exam to asses to use the gel to induce or the folley's catheter., now i have to say internal exms for me hurt like fuck....seriously...especially as they found my cervix to be really far back and still had to reach it...bub head was up high...it was so fucking painful having the exam they offered me gas which i declined... so they decided that the folleys catheter to open my cervix was the way to go...so in comes a doc prepares all the stuff tells me stirrups are required...ick and tells me 'at least she has something interesting to look at while she is down there bahaha...she was reffuring the the tattoos on my legs lol...so they try to insert it fill it with saline and then tell me that unfortunately it wont even remotely stay in because while far back my cervix was extremely soft so they decided to use the gel instead...so in went the gel on my cervix..then i was on the monitoring machines for an hour to make sure bub stayed ok which she did little trooper...midwives then changed to the next lot...so i mildly got some sleep on the extremely uncomfy labour bed while being woken 3 to 4 hourly for more monitoring..the gel stays in 6 to 8 hourse before being checked...so they checked and it was decided i needed another lot of gel...but they became busy and fucked me around as they did with my last induction and nothing got done...for hours...in which time different women examined me so more intensely painful internal exams...seriously i could have cried or abused them they were so painful...i was told to walk around the hospital block many times to try to decend bubs head but she would not engage..she really wanted to stay put... so eventually i was told they were to busy for me on sat afternoon (i went in friday night) and i was so pissed off (3rd lot of midwives) that i said to her in more polite terms it was fucked and that the same shit happened to me last time and i would rather have had my baby anywhere else if i had the chance..then went into the bathroom and bawled my eyes out i was freaking tired and over the haulted labour...so more walking occured...more contractions..only mild and lots of pressure which still didnt bring bubs head down...they examined me..painfully again only to find my cervix still soft and only slightly open still really far back so gel wasnt working either...so they were starting to talk c section which i DID NOT WANT as one of the options...or some pessary implant that may or may not work but was a last resort. then they decided they would try instead to break my waters...yet more hours passed because the midwife on would not do it unless there were doctors on call ready for an emergency c section because with bubs head not engaged there was a serious chance of cord prolaps (coming down into the vagina) if that happened they told me they had ten mins to get bub out of me....eeek that scared the shit out of me and stressed me out...i was still being monitiored and also every 4 hours since i was induced i was having penicillin which didnt knock out my cough which they suspected could be whooping cough it was so bad...still have it 6 weeks in total since i got it..anyway..the next midwife came on...much to my delight the very first one i had who only normally works two shifts a week was called in because it was so busy...she asked to have me again..she couldnt beleive i was still there with no reall progress on intermitent ppl causing me pain for no real gain so she took it apon herself to get shit done. she begged the male registar to break my waters to get things going it was my only chance that it worked to have a natural birth...5 mins later he came in more stirrups and told me he would have to leave his hand in a few mins to help drain the water to stop the cord coming out...at that point who cares id had that many hand in my bits i didnt give a shit...so he broke me waters which i have had done twice before but this time agony!! more offers of drugs which i declined...along the process on friday night i was given a bung for my drip so that was attatched to the sintocin (artifical contraction inducer) and she cranked that thing right up she said so we could get it moving a lot quicker...there was NO none NADDA break between the contractions it was intense and painful and she told me if i stood which was hard i had to be monitored non stop the rest of the labour it would help bub come down...i managed two hours standing before the pain became to much....by then i was crying which is how i deal with pain....mum was exhausted and slept through the agaony that i needed a partner for.... :/ i told the midwife once i started crying id reached my pain threshold and needed and epidural..of course the anesthatist was busy and held up so she asked if i wanted the on call one..i said yes not realising that at midnight she got him out of bed just for me..and the champ was there in ten mins flat scruffy bed hair and all ready to get it done... the midwife had turned off the drip because i was curled up in a ball of agony to ease the contractions while he put the epidural in...it was releif accept i could still feel contractions on one side....so it took a while to try to sort that...once the midwife did her best...and i had to lay on my side to not feel that side contractions she had someone watch me while she went for a tea break....even tho i couldnt feel my body waist down...i felt enormous pressure....and the midwife in there looked a bit concerned..as soon as the midwife came back i told her something was happening..it had only been about 5 hours since they broke my waters so she checked and little miss's head was right there straining to get out she was ready right then...and the monitor was showing she was a bit distressed so they needed to make it happen...so she dimmed the lights and then time to push...absolutely hard when u cant feel a damn thing..which i only just got my epidural sorted so no time to let it wear off at all...so with her guidences lots of pushing but bubs just needs to turn a bit....which she wasnt doing...then all of a sudden i had a massive coughing fit...and bubs head was nearly out so they told me to cough like that again...no problem like i could stop myself and she was out!!!!.....not only was she out...but no tears....she didnt tear me a new one at all....just a few 'labia grazes' requiring no treatement and she told me essentially your 'flap' is grazed and yes she totally said flap bahaha that was to funny at the time.... she was caked with vernix she looked like someone had rubbed her whole body in zinc it was crazy....so they layed her on my chest naked and she got to stay there an hour to feed and cuddle before they took her to weigh her... 7lb3oz, 2 weeks early and i was told she would weight 8lb plus minimum stupid people and there crappy ultrasounds. she was my perfect little angel. :) healthy happy pink and cuddly. from the time they broke my waters maybe 6 hours...so had they done that initially it would have saved two days of invasive pain and tiredness...after i had her and the epidural wore off i had a shower and was transfurred straight to the ward and i stayed until the next morning and came home. they had to wake mum at some point when i was ready to push so she could be there to watch that part....i think if it was not for that midwife things could have gone very very differently indeed im very greatful to her...despite all the bullshit before hand...it was a perfect birth intervention free...as in no vaccume or forceps extraction like the boys and no 20 people in the room in gumboots like jack....and NO C SECTION...in the end i was extremely tired but so greatful to her...ill never forget how fantastic she was :) and thats how little sierra rose came into our lives :) i still absolutel think king edward are fucking retared your just one in a chain of many to them...and if nessesary become unimportant...my birth experieces got worse with every child at that hospital....i wouldnt recomend them unless you have health issues that prevent you going elsewhere....im sure i left out bits and peices of the story but thats the gist of it !
caio bella
Tuesday, 3 May 2011
Osama bin ....team americano
So what new in the world? Osama bin laden is dead...now we couldnt half miss that one could we...technicolour on every fucking channel.....yup the fucker blew some big shit up and killed a lot of innocent kids...try explaining the concept of a terrorist to young kids....NIGHTMARE....its like a bad man that killed a lot of people so he has to be killed....'but mum..its bad to kill people', everyone in the world is a good boy he tells me...ahhh the innocence of youth yet to be corrupted by just how fucked up the world can be....in a way its nice....im sure down the track a little 9/11 will be taught as part of history just like everything else.... already the jokes are piling on from all over the world as for my parents what was there take on it???...that the mosques would probably be really full and lets look around and see which muslims look really really sad...hello new extremists hahah...what can i say...there not really wrong hey.. ive been hearing a lot of funny lyrical peices and skits about his death about how the lovely americans blew off his fucking head and things like its amazing what the americans can acheive when the playstation network goes down ,,,ahhh all i was thinking was how do i explain to my kids what a terrorist is in relation to osama bin laden.........oohhhhh ohhh then it came to me... TEAM FUCKING AMERICA...likely not yet aooropriate but epcially fucking funny.... ive studied the muslim religion and have a copy or the Quoran on my ipod...and the all beleive in jihad...which translates to holy war.....im ALL FOR religious tollerance but...as soon as they bring there issues to the country that i live in...well different story altogether. I dated a muslim guy for a while and mostly there pretty fucking fanatical about there religion even if they are not about there lifestyle choices...its pretty clear women stand a poor ass second to any men...shame really...i did however have to consider a burka while we were dating....and despite that tattoos and peircings i fucking rocked that shit out....the sad thing is he turned out to be a fuck nut ass hole...and i would have adopted the religion for him..which now looking back is fucking retarded anyway im going to put a pic of me up burka clad
id be an awsomely hot muslim yes??? shame im far to vain for that...good cover for a bad hair day tho :P if u do the research a lot of the religion involves extremist theories...now im all for religion each to there own and all that shit....however....extremists can kiss my ass and take that shit back to there home country...i live in the land of oz..we are a multicultural society, but i think we have over adapted for foreign policies and religions...we have prayer rooms at the airport but we cant smoke there we have special prayer rooms in school ...the list goes on......violence of any kind and religion just dont fucking gel to me...make a choice and be good or bad not both? :/ by the way i just have to put in my two cents now and say that i think osama was a toss nut...not willing to die for the cause....meh to him...some people say its bad he died and we should be sad about it because its still a human life....i say FUCK THAT....sorry but as anti killing as i may feel..if u got a death wish u got a death wish....
for some reason all i can think of in my head right now is a comedian where he has puppets and one is a terrorist.......and its by jeff denham i think...and he asks the terrorist how he dies...and well look it up its piss your pants worthy........ aiiiiiiii....poof....
moral of this blog....if your a bad man eventually you will meet a stick end.....
until next time
caio, bella
for some reason all i can think of in my head right now is a comedian where he has puppets and one is a terrorist.......and its by jeff denham i think...and he asks the terrorist how he dies...and well look it up its piss your pants worthy........ aiiiiiiii....poof....
until next time
caio, bella
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