Tag: funny
#1426 The city trip
We easily could have had a crap day.
We had a few difficult starts that could have turned us sour.
Like the train station parking.
There wasn't any.
As it was we couldn't take our regular line into the city because there were replacement buses at certain stops…
And if you have ever had to take a replacement bus in, you will understand why we never ever want to take a replacement bus EVER AGAIN.
So we tried to jump on another train line.
But every car park was full.
We were on holiday time… but the rest of the world was not.
It was a Friday you see. Business hours applied.
We went to one station, couldn't find parking, before driving up to the next one trying to get lucky.
We did this at three stations before I said "let's just drive in."
I remembered the car park I'd gone to with baby girl when we had our Andy show for the last school holidays.
And we just happened to take the scenic route there.
Boy did it bring back memories.
We were driving along Beach Rd in St Kilda, and I was looking at the palm trees, at the houses facing the water…
AND IT HIT ME.
I remembered going there with Hubbie way before baby girl was around, and how we'd look up at the houses and admire them saying "imagine living here by the beach? Imagine that?"
Well we didn't live by that beach, but now we lived close to a beach.
All of a sudden our unplanned drive in was becoming a whole lot more.
We arrived at our car parking destination about 2 hours from when we set off. All the pausing and going from one station to the next and then looking for parking had taken ages.
We could have been cranky. We could have been pissed. Instead we stepped out of the old building, so known to us, and went 'ahhh' as the humidity of the day hit us and we spied THAT familiar street.
Lygon street. Our old stomping ground.
Oh wow. We were walking and telling baby girl everything. "Mummy and Daddy used to come here all the time… we used to go there… then we would go there… we've been there… look that's changed!"
It was amazing as all the feelings came flooding back. It was a place that at one time in our life we frequented like twice a week… then it changed to once. LOL. We went there so much the trip there was permanently engrained in our minds. The twists and turns of the street, the best parking spots, and who did the best pasta and steak.
(Not necessarily from the pricey side, and if you know Lygon street you know which side of the street that is 😉 )
We stopped to eat lunch at a place we had before, and looking up and down at the greenery on either side of us, I grew misty-eyed.
I had a revelation.
I even said it aloud: "I could see myself living here."
Hubbe was shocked. It was a big thing for me to say that. Me, SmikG, so rapt with the beachside that I couldn't imagine anywhere else.
I clarified… "I love where we live… but one day, maybe in 20 years, I could imagine living here."
The memories. Oh the MEMORIES! Even sitting at that table, I was reminded that we had sat at that very café and at that very table and had a coffee, right before going on a little trip together pre-baby girl… I reminded Hubbie and he said "Yes, I remember!"
"Where were we going again?"
After throwing out some names which weren't right, he said it was at a spot on the Peninsula.
FACE PALM. Where we live NOW.
The symmetry was freaking me out.
Lygon Street made me feel right at home. From the bear-shaped pizza for baby girl and the handmade gnocchi for me that melted in my mouth, I was in heaven. I've always said I was Italian in another life. I am more than confident of it after today.
We shared a coffee after our tram trek into the city-centre, where I had the most delicious and iconic Melbourne themed chocolate…
Before we went to where we had planned to all along.
A children's theatre show.
It was Room on the Broom, a production based off the iconic Australian children's book. It was a present to baby girl for Christmas after we saw how enthralled in the book she was last year… and so that was the point of our whole trek in.
We did so much before that to get there, and it had been an adventure.
The show in itself was another great adventure.
But then like so many times before, shit hit the fan.
Baby girl wanted merchandise. A tiny $40 stuffed toy witch, or a $25 stuffed toy cat.
I shouldn't even mention the money. The money doesn't matter. It was the principle.
She has LOADS of stuffed toys. Do you think she plays with them?
Noooooooooooooooooooooo.
She started the hysterics. The tantrum built. Cries and shrieks. "No I want it!" Stamping of the foot. It is almost hilarious if it ISN'T happening to you.
We'd done so much to get there. Spent so much. Travelled so far.
And now THIS.
I looked outside the open doors as she cried behind us. People crowded through the foyer, some looking over and others dealing with their own demanding brood.
I could see it – gone was the humidity that had enveloped me during my delicious Pomodoro gnocchi as I sweated it out at 1pm…
Because now at 4pm, it was windy and raining and people were getting drenched outside.
I put my foot down figuratively, told her "NO!" and stomped outside.
And instead of –
"But how the witch wailed
And how the cat spat
When the wind blew so widely
It blew off the hat." –
It was –
"How baby girl wailed
And how her Mum spat
As the wind blew so widely
and her Mum yelled 'that's that!'"
She cried as we pulled her along through the rain, pelting down on us as we ran towards our tram stop.
"You don't need another stuffed toy!"
"No you don't!"
And as we ran, our feet sploshing through puddles and water sinking through our sandals, our arguing turned into banter, and the water on her face was suddenly from the rain, not her tears, as baby girl started to laugh.
We got some much appreciated shelter from a woman holding an umbrella as we waited to cross the road, and within moments, all was well again.
The wild weather could have thrown us off.
The tantrum, the crying and yelling could have put us in a real sour mood.
But it didn't.
And all of a sudden, we were full circle in our feelings again. 🙂
It was one of those weird days where it was a little bit of everything, but mostly a lot of fun and crazy.
We didn't let anything unexpected throw us off our main task of having fun, whether it was a long drive, no parking, wild weather or a demanding 6 year old…
Our task was to make memories, with the added bonus of reminiscing past memories.
It was a happy day. ♥
Author smikgCategories GratefulPosted on January 10, 2020 January 10, 2020 1 Comment
#1412 Made up stories in bed
The three of us have the best time making up stories at bedtime.
We'll be in our bed, or baby girl's bed (yes we can all squish into baby girl's king single!)
We make up stories based off alterations of our name and things that have happened that day, or stories we've heard.
Tonight Hubbie was Tato Doce, and I was Mama Candy Cane.
Iggle piggle from In The Night Garden was drinking black coffee, and vomited, and there was a girl called Karisa who was going cray cray because it was school holidays. 🤣
The laughs we get out of our stories are priceless. Baby girl can barely get the words out as she tells her story, she is laughing that hard. Then I'll throw her an exaggerated quizzical look, or I crack up and laugh along with her, which sends her into more of a laughing fit, and then I laugh MORE, and on and on it goes.
Meanwhile Hubbie, the only non-night owl amongst us three, looks at us wearily, yet still amused with that small smile on his face, as his girls go apeshit.
Author smikgCategories GratefulPosted on December 27, 2019 Leave a comment
#1385 Cool Southland Saturday
Tonight was one of our much-loved Southland Saturday nights.
TGIs➡️Games➡️ice-cream.
But it was ramped up and made even icier with the addition of something else…
That's right! It was time for us to catch up with our ol' pals Elsa and Anna for Frozen 2.
Can I say, I LOVED IT.
The sequel is a lot more intricate and layered with various elements… elements indeed, with fire, water, wind and earth featuring dominantly alongside the nature-dependent themes.
Some plot points had Hubble and I clarifying to one another during the 10 minute break in the vjunior theatre, as the hundreds of kids, baby girl included, went ape-shit waiting for their turn down the long slide.
Even later during dinner we were seriously discussing the storyline… it was funny that while baby girl was literally on the edge of her seat during the film yelling "No, Anna!" but as soon as it was over had completely moved on, here we were after it all, analysing the Disney movie over prawn tacos.
It was a great night, and I'll end on a little exchange I had with baby girl in the toilet, when we ran over while the movie was still going.
(Mind you she LOVES Frozen):
"Mum, how much longer will it go for?"
"Maybe 40 minutes?"
"Aww, it's too long!"
(Me calling her bluff) "That's okay, we won't go to the movies anymore."
"But I love the movies! I just can't sit still!"
Even for Frozen!
Story of my her life.
#1375 The gift of hoses and foresight
I caught a moment on camera as the sun went down tonight.
Hubbie had decided to wash the car in the evening, and baby girl as usual had decided to 'help.'
If you have a child that wants to help you do anything, you can imagine what the above would be like… much less what it'd be like when a HOSE is involved.
It was all well and good for me as I was taking a momentary pause and snapping away at them… but Hubbie turned to me, mid-snap, and said "I have just gained 10 grey hairs."
🤣👨‍🦳🤣👨‍🦳
After all of the shared soapy sponging of car, and shared washing of the car, baby girl pulsing water from the hose in the air like a gazillion times, and then deciding to water ALL the plants in the front yard 3 times each, she then decided she didn't want to give the hose back.
Hubbie stood there telling her somewhat calmly that she had to give it back.
And that's when I went snap! snap! snap!
Because I knew, in no time at all this would be a funny story. It would be one of those things that we could look back on fondly and say "remember when she would hog the hose?"
Only we wouldn't have to wait 'til next year, next month or next week…
Foresight told me that it was only a matter of a change of scenery.
I took a final pic that showed baby girl complying –
Happy for once, that despite all my positivity, it was him, and not ME.
😉🤣💦
#1374 Us 4, like old times
Today we found ourselves in a place, a space, a set up, that we haven't been in for a while… and yet it was something that we used to live and breathe.
And eat. As it was concerning the old kitchen table.
Not my kitchen table… but my parents' old kitchen table.
It was me, my sister, and my parents. And we sat down to eat in exactly the same spots we used to all those years ago.
Wow. This is a big deal. We go to my parents' house a fair bit, and even sis and I will find ourselves there at the same time too… but it will usually be with the rest of the fam. Hubbies. Kids. And we never sit at the small round table when there are 9 of us.
But today, only 4. The original clan;) I had to take a snapshot of the moment.
It wasn't the only flashback in time though… When we were headed out later, sis and I in the back seat of Mum's car as she drove, Dad in passenger… she stepped on the gas, HARD, as she reversed flew down their long narrow drive.
Sis and I turned to each other with looks of surprise on our faces before I burst out laughing.
Oh Mum. How could I forget your insane driving?
Memories. ❤👨‍👩‍👧‍👧
🤣🚘
#1371 The tomato sauce saga
A lot of great things happened today, because family was involved. But I'm not going to talk about all those things… I'm going to talk about my brother.
Rather, my bro-in-law.
But first I need to tell you about my hubbie, and tomato sauce… he drinks the stuff. He puts it on steak, chicken, rice, in sandwiches, hell, over any kind of 'dry meal'… you name it, most likely he's had it with the good ol' dead horse.
Today at a family function, there was none of it. Hubbie had a full plate, and none of the food components had any of his most favourite accompaniment poured over it.
SHOCK HORROR. 😱
My brother even asked the wait staff. No, there was definitely none. A few minutes passed and he got up to 'take a walk,' his son coming along with him.
Several minutes later, they were back with big smiles. They sat down and my nephew produced a familiar bottle of red.
Not wine. The other red.
Sauce!
"Does anyone want some sauce?" he asked cheekily.
They had gone to the closest supermarket to buy a bottle of sauce for him!
Here the trio are totally incognito, the sauce startlingly clear (with my big red arrow!)
Hubble was able to have his food drowning in sauce, once again. 🙏🙌
They had a great laugh about it, but the true meaning was seriously there.
And so you can see, why this post is dedicated to my bro-in-law… and why he actually deserves the title of 'brother.'
😂🍅🧴❤
#1346 Cuddling Mister F
This is my cat, Mister F.
Baby girl will argue that he is her cat and he loves her more, but lets face it, if it weren't for me being a cat person…
We wouldn't even have a cat right now.
In the picture above, Mister F is being Tarzan, balancing the fence and weaving between the giant leaves of our neighbours fig tree.
He is hilariously clumsy. Moments before I snapped this photo he almost slipped off the fence – like, you are a cat. If you can't balance on a fence, no one can!
I love his awkwardness. Amazingly what I am loving about him lately is his coat… rather, the cuddly coat.
Hubbie calls it his leather jacket. So black and shiny and smooth. He's a medium hair so a fair bit of fur still finds its way wafting through our home… which I can't stand, since I'm the one that cleans it.
But he's sooo soft. Like today when he wandered into a room he wasn't meant to go into, I scooped him up flat like a pancake (the way I used to do with my old cat) and hugged him against my chest as I carried him downstairs.
And Mister F? He was totally cool about being a pancake. He looked around curiously as I held him close to me in a hug, and didn't try to escape even once.
He lets us get away with almost anything… don't feel sorry for him though… He has a butcher as an owner.
Sardines for dinner? His favourite ❤😻