by Cellobella on Wednesday, December 21, 2011 · 1 comment
Finished school
School is finished.
And wow. I am now the parent of a nearly at university student.
But before that happy day – hopefully – of a decent ATAR result and an offer to the preferred course – Science at UWA – the pocket money has been cut off.
Now you might scream “Fair crack of the sauce bottle! Give the guy a break, he’s just finished 12 grueling years of school…”
Stop it.
A summer job is good for him.
Independence.
A bit of money, certainly more than I’m prepared to give him.
Respect.
Something to do.
And he’s not alone.
Joining him in the workforce is Miss 14, who has been busy handing out resumes to local businesses and prospective babysitting clients.
Babysitter and Waitress
Since being on holidays she’s continued her Saturday morning waitressing job and done some work for a friend assisting at a holiday program for 4-7 year olds.
She’s good with kids.
(must get it from her paternal grandmother… sorry mum)
And how much does she like spending the money she’s earning?!!!
The only downside?
I don’t get a say in how she spends it.
A small price to pay.
So summer jobs.
They can be crap.
I spent a couple of summers photocopying in an engineering library…
by Cellobella on Monday, March 14, 2011 · 4 comments
Essential oil burner
I came home from work today, opened the door and was transported to the outer suburbs olfactorally speaking.
To the tip to be precise… which may or may not be in the outer suburbs… I haven’t been there… that’s what rates are for.
The kitchen bin REALLY needed emptying.
But not onto the floor which is what happened when Groover pulled the plastic bag out of the shiny stainless steel bin and trying to stop the small drips from a hole in said bag managed to tip it over the floor.
Then the house really started to reek.
A shame as we’d done quite a good job in cleaning the house over the weekend.
Apart, obviously, from actually emptying all the bins.
Anyhoo we needed DRASTIC odour manipulation but an essential oil atomiser was not to be found.
Fear not, says Groover, and he quickly rigged up the above home atomising kit.
by Cellobella on Thursday, December 16, 2010 · 1 comment
Just a video today.
This is one of my favourites from my daughter’s early days.
Here she’s about 14 months old.
A determined wee lassie.
Many people can’t watch this film without wincing.
I’m not sure what it says about my parenting style but I can assure you that no children – or for that matter teacups – were hurt in the making of this video.
by Cellobella on Wednesday, December 15, 2010 · 3 comments
Waiting for the blonding agent to work
So this summer my baby wants to be blonder.
We went down the supermarket to get one of those streaking kits with one of those caps that you pull through bits of hair but of course who wants to follow instructions!?
I’ve been to the hairdresser.
I’ve seen them do foils.
Piece of cake.
I can do that.
So we cut up strips of foil (a bit thin… thicker foil would be easier to work with), got out my comb with the sticky bit at the end.
And by sticky I mean stick-like not covered in goo.
And away we went.
As you’ll see in the video, Miss Dippity was a little worried.
“Can you book me into the proper hairdresser tomorrow Mum?”
Pfft.
Just wait and see I said calmly.
(OMG I’m a bit worried I said inside)
But the result was…
Not bad for a beginner...
Okay.
And probably not blonde enough for my daughter.
Sigh.
Still I reckon I passed my apprenticeship:
Wife, mother, radio presenter, manager, actress, cardplayer, zumba dancer, cook, nurse, seamstress and now hairdresser.
Booyah!
(I don’t claim to do any of them particularly well)
by Cellobella on Tuesday, November 2, 2010 · 1 comment
This is why.
Use zinc cream to get this effect
Ah the follies of youth.
Of course none of us would go outside in the Perth sunshine, well known for its lethal properties and expose our skin to within an inch of the burns unit.
Would we?
Nahhhh.
Well not without letting someone we trust apply the sunblock.
My poor baby has been in pain for four days and scratching for another four following this fun day at the beach.
I’m in Dunsborough with most of my family and some friends and as usual it’s the normal round of sleeping, drinking, eating and reading.
Oh and playing cards.
My daughter has worked out that I’m a soft touch as long as she intends to buy a book so today we went down to the town to check out the bookstores.
What are you looking for? I ask sweetly. Something with vampires?
Duh, mum, no. She scoffs.
Angels are the new vampires.
Right.
So now I’m reading the book she was reading on the way down which is indeed about angels (Hush Hush by Becca Fitzpatrick) because I reckon in two years time we’ll be going to Angel movies.
