Tuesday, February 14, 2012

HAPPY PILLS

Hello Possums
Went to the Doctors yesterday and took the nervous Grace with me to have her HEP A needle before she heads off to China in April. Was doing really great until Grace went back out to the waiting room and the Dr asked how i was. My god the tears just kept coming.... the Dr kept throwing tissues at me and i just kept crying. Talk about feeling like a complete moron. I would have howled my eyes out even longer if the Dr hadn't made me do breathing exercises to calm down so she could take my blood pressure...

Well the long and short of it is................ I am now on anti-depressants which should help me out a fair bit, but i really need to sort my shit out. Well first things first hey? I have to get use to these tablets (they can make you a little bit ill til your body adjusts to them), then i am going to start looking after me.

I will keep you posted on how i go...

cheers

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Feeling a bit spec

Hello possums
Just thought i would share this with you all. My cousin Kellie got married to Jamie and the photos are beautiful. Kellie just looks amazing, but if you scroll through the photos you will see the card i made them...http://lisalent.com.au/
Cheers

Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Where is the Silver Lining......

Hello Possums

Well guys i just don't know where to start so i am going to just blurt it all out and see where it takes me. After every single one of my babies i have suffered from postnatal depression. Not a thing i really like to admit to but hey shit happens right.....

For some strange reason of late i have been just beyond myself. Crying at a drop of a hat, yelling at the kids for the smallest of things, getting no enjoyment out of things i normally love and well just loosing it. I understand that it isn't postnatal depression as my baby is now 6yrs old but i just can not shake this feeling of dread. I admit that i have really looked down on people who self harm or commit suicide etc but at the moment i am starting to think that i might actually know where these guys are coming from. Don't stress guys i am not about to throw myself off the front porch or jump in front of a train or anything like that, but if i had to live with this feeling all the time i can understand how overbearing it can be.

I am taking action though... i have made an appointment at the DR's and hopefully i can get my shit sorted out. I am walking in there and demanding horse tranquilizer sized anti depressants plus i am going to start look after myself a lot more.

Anyway guys wish me luck... I just wanted to share this with you all so that if the time ever comes where you feel like this you will know you are not alone and that we can get help and move on with our lives..

cheers

Saturday, January 28, 2012

Cards to Share


Hello Possums

I have a couple of cards i have made up to share with

you all. I made the butterflies myself and have become a little bit obsessed with them lol.

hope you enjoy.......
cheers

Saturday, January 14, 2012

Starting up again

Hello Possums

I am proud to announce i am starting my crafting again. My goodness me it has taken some effort but with some gentle encouragement from my friends and my husbands constant nagging to clean up the craft room i am on the road again.

I don't have anything to share at the moment but i promise i will get my act into gear and finish off my current project and get some photos up.

cheers

Friday, January 13, 2012

Crafty Bitches

Hello everyone
If you are after the card challenges have a look at www.craftypaperbitches.blogspot.com. I have set up the blog so we can have our own space. I look forward to seeing what you create.
Luv ya's

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

WHAT DO YOU GET???????

Hello Possum

What do you get if you cross two cows, a green bucket, an unfit overweight mother of 4 and an electric fence together? MAYHEM THATS WHAT.

My beloved soon to be mince meat cow Sunday Roast and her accomplice Lotsa have just given me hell. Sunday broke through our fence (yet again) into the common next door. I tried to get her out but no she wouldn't move.

So i ring the hubby who tells me to try again and take some grapefruit with me and coax her out. Little old me runs out with a green bucket (STUPID MOVE NUMBER 1) gets a few grapefruit and heads over our paddock and tries again. After about 10 minutes of me calling Sunday every name imaginable, she finally decides to come along and play nice. Through the gate with out a hitch and has a rub and a grapefruit for being good (STUPID MOVE NUMBER 2).

Now just to clarify so i don't look like a wimp, this cow is taller then me and is so fat it is scarey, plus she has the added bonus of two large horns. Well i gave Lotsa a grapefruit too as she had been the nice cow and hadn't gone out into another paddock (STUPID MOVE NUMBER 3). This of course meant i had no more grapefruit to give Sunday.

Sunday now associates the bucket with food..... can you see where i am going here with this. I turned my back and started heading back to the house yard gate about 100mtrs away, (small gate with an electic fence wire across it that you have to duck right under to get through or do a high jump to get over.

Of course i am swinging the bucket as i am proud of getting her back (STUPID MOVE NUMBER 4). Next thing i hear this thumping as Sunday comes bowling over to get more food. I spin around and yell at her and wave the bucket like mad to make her stop and low and behold she does.

Feeling pretty confident now that i am a cow whisperer i turned and with my chest out and my head held high stroll to about 2mtrs from the gate. Once again i start to hear the thumping noise. Not only was Sunday charging with horns down but Lotsa had joined the crusade. I screamed at them, waved the bucket like mad but did they stop no. They continued to charge at me.

In my confusion as to why they didn't stop (after all i was the great cow whisperer now), i paniced (STUPID MISTAKE NUMBER 5) and ran towards the gate. Having no time to sqaut right down under the electric fence i did a complete dive, bucket and all straight onto my gut and boobs (STUPID MISTAKE NUMBER 6). Now if you are a woman you will truly understand the pain of doing this to your boobs. NOT NICE.

Sunday stopped just at the wire, mooed at me and then snorted as though she was as proud as punch. Lotsa just walked away and didn't really care. So there i am laying on the ground face first unable to breath as i am sure i just spewed my lungs up thinking "wait til i get my hands on my hubby".

Hubby gets a phone call from a very irrate me and is given the options of

1. CUT THAT BLOODY COWS LEGS OFF
2. CUT HER BLOODY HORNS OFF
3. FIX YOUR STUPID BLOODY FENCES SUNNY JIM cause this little fat duck aint going to be playing with the cows no more. (WISE MOVE NUMBER 1).

Anyway to sum it all up. My nipples hit my back bone, my ribs feel as though i have broken them, and i am soooooooooo over cows.

cheers