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I’m back… Maybe

Well, I’m not very consistent am I!

In a effort to procrastinate from cleaning my bathroom I decided to download the WordPress app, to see if my blog was still about!
Yay it’s here…
Probably with no followers anymore, but I can still procrastinate from cleaning my bathroom by pretending that someone will read this and so I write…

I went over the pages I had written previously, and got all inspired to try and keep you updated.
Life is so different to when I last was writing; my son has nearly been diagnosed with aspergers (nearly means waiting lists, lost of them) I work 5 days and my daughter is almost a teen… She thinks she already is! I got married in December, only after 6 years of nagging him and I coach a netball team of very professional 12 year olds!

So really I should have lots of stories to tell you… So really all of those days where I think life is too boring to write about, well maybe I should.

The problem is that you get so busy doing ‘normal’ that it seems like nothing interesting ever happens and so I forget to come in and tell you about it. I would love to have a fabulous blog… I know, I know… Time and effort is all it takes, but well, I’m short on time and lazy in effort!

I’ll keep an eye out during my ‘normal’ and see if I can’t find something to write to you about.

I am rather good at rambling about nothing though. I think this post is updating nothing!

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wife swap

I have been watching the new series – wife swap australia, every family seemed to have an interesting quirk: be it super lazy, super clean or super fit, and its made me wonder what our quirk is?

would you do it?

I joked to my man about applying, he of course said no way, because he would get a wife that made him do everything!! (he can’t/won’t/doesn’t know how to cook!)

But still I want to know what our special thing is? People tell me I do way to much for my family, although I disagree, I know mums who do way more and besides, I’m at home all day, what else will I do?

I do all the cooking, every night, I do the Ironing which there isn’t much of, as I detest it. I do the washing (man will help and hang a load out if I remind him), I do the trash, most of the dishes, and cleaning of the house. But – My wonderful man does help, he does the dishes after dinner if he is here, and like I said he will hang washing, also it has been known to happen that I will leave the house because I can’t deal with the mess and Mister 2 running around, and I will come back to a sparkling house because man got bored and cleaned, (he does draw the line at vacuuming though!)

So I don’t think there is anything to quirky about the household maintenance.

Our personalities match pretty well, I’m the stressed one and he can be so laid back he is horizontal, so we balance each other out really well. Very rarely will we argue, normally things are planned out and talked about before it gets to that stage. Neither of us are lazy, nor are we extremely driven, we just do what needs to be done and have fun and try to educate our children along the way.

I can’t really imagine anything quirky about that either then.

I think our kids are normal? Missy 10 moans and sulks about helping out around the hows and mister 2 throws tantrums when he doesn’t get his way, although they both have relative consequences to these behaviours and neither rule the house.

So all in all I think we are lacking in the quirkiness department. I’m thinking that this is a good thing, but sadly I don’t think we would have gotten on wife swap, even if I did apply!!

How about your family, whats your quirk?

Or are you boringly normal like us?

This post has no title

How is it that I will stew over an idea for a blog for hours, then when I come up with a mash of sentences that I will sit down and try to order into and intelligeble blog my two yr old suddenly has a need to play with me. I have now forgotten what ever I had planned to write about, let alone being able to form anything because I cannot spell if you paid me to do it.

So now I shall go away and stew for another hour and come up with a topic that might be mildly interesting for you to read! cue the soccer ball being thrown at the computer.

Facebook Musings

This morning I read about being friends with your parent/s on Facebook. http://lemonysnippet.com/2012/01/05/parents-on-facebook-friend-or-dont-friend/

That was a mixed bag for me, I have my Step-Mum as my friend on facey, she rarely comes on (that’s visible… I think dad may stalk more than he lets on!!) I have my Mum-In-Law, which we converse regularly through, and I make my daughter be friends with me… although I’m unsure about having my mum there!!

First of all I would have to set up the account for her then teach her how to use it, and then there is the whole issue of: somethings don’t need to be told to mum!! Although if you follow lemonysnippet’s chart I should friend mum, as there is not much I don’t already tell her. Maybe that’s why I like her not being on Facebook… so I have something to tell her!

It also bugs me when people put hourly status updates of what they are doing:

11am: baking muffins

12pm: muffins were yum

1pm: might have a nap

2pm: forget the nap, too hot, going for a swim

I mean really? are they that disconnected from real people? or are they needing outside approval of their lives?

ah well, I might just go and hang out my washing now, before I get to ranty! (I’ll post agin and let you know how it goes!)

Assertiveness… And My Issues!

Have I ever mentioned before I have issues….

No not serious ones, I’m not a babbling drooling mess, nor am I totally freaked out by the world, I just have ‘run of the mill’ kinds of issues, the tame stuff. Parental leftovers you may say!

So recently I engaged with a psychologist, just to iron things out… to be a better role model for my children and all that nice stuff you are meant to say while seeing a shrink. Anyway it turns out a lot of my issues stem from a lack of assertiveness… in fact a personality mostly formed of passiveness! YAY go me!

In order to lead a more assertive existence I am to find opportunities to be assertive. (Queue ‘Jaws’ music)

The psychologist suggested perhaps sending a coffee back and asking for a better one. (Queue nail-biting and high-pitched shrieks of “I could never do that to somebody”)

So perhaps we start with something smaller. This time she suggested saying “Excuse me” in an actually audible tone when somebody is blocking the isle in the supermarket. It happens to all of us, all of us do it, so a ‘excuse me’ should be received reasonably well and overall be a positive experience for me!

I haven’t been to the supermarket!

But I have been to the movies.

I went all on my own the other night. Kind of my valentine treat, I know it’s a bit different to have a treat on your own for valentines but I did just state I have issues. Anyway this is what I wanted, a night on my own (for a few hours at least) able to gorge myself on popcorn, mmmmm popcorn…………  oops, sidetracked!

Where was I, oh yes, gorging myself on popcorn and fizzy, and not sharing!!! And no interruptions of children just for a few hours… yep great valentine present. Thanks my Man, I appreciated it tons!!

mmmm popcorn

I arrive at the cinema, feeling all empowered on my own! Get my ticket and massive combo of popcorn and fizzy. Find the cinema and take my seat, thinking ‘ooh this is going to be AWESOME’. I used all my willpower to save my popcorn to eat it during the actual movie, or otherwise the majority of it I have inhaled before the previews have even finished, and the movie begins. I crack open the box and breathe in… no hang on, this is not right, where’s the intoxicating aroma? Taste test then, ‘ah what! its blimin stale’, and even worse it’s all those little bits, the corners of the perfectly popped kernel and all the little yellow husks that get jammed in between your gum and your tooth and are really annoying because you can’t get them out.

Man I was bummed out. Usually I would not complain, because that’s being passive. NO confrontation. But in all my psychologists wisdom, she had suggested that I, Renee, take on these kinds of opportunities and  be assertive and grow from the experience accordingly.

Well I didn’t want to miss the movie now, and who knows how long asking for new popcorn takes? I certainly don’t because I have never done it before, so my best option was to wait until the movie was over then go and ask for a voucher for a new popcorn for my next visit. This was the most logical solution, and it lent me time to build up the courage to actually do it.

So from my persistent anxiety about the whole situation, I only half enjoyed my movie, (which is my issue not the cinemas, so I would not be asking for free tickets) Any how it was still very enjoyable and satisfying that not one person said “muuuummmm”

The movie ended and my stomach lurched at the thought of the upcoming confrontation. I pried myself out of the seat and forced myself to walk towards the doors and then the counter. All of a sudden the need to pee arose and I quietly told my body to stop trying to talk me out of this, I’m going to do it. Thankfully I had chosen the last showing of the movie for the night so there were very few people to witness me fumbling my words…

I finally make it to the counter after a walk which seemed like the green mile, only to find….

They had shut for the night and there was not a soul to speak with.

But anyway, the point I was actually making was that I nearly did it.

Popcorn I can fight for…..   Mmmmm Popcorn

Whats In A Name?

In my recent attempt to find who I am, I began this blog.

Still not really understanding exactly what I’m doing here or who I’m writing to I have just began to ramble….

Hopefully some of my ramblings will turn out to be interesting enough for people (you) to read!

How hard was it to come up for the name of your blog? Or did you come to WordPress with it all mapped out?

I came up with my name ~reneenomore~ as a reminder to myself what I’m trying to achieve here

reneenomore is because once upon a time I was Renee.  Just Renee.  Carefree, High-Sprited, Funny, Outgoing Renee.

Not any more it seems somedays. Now I am Mans girlfriend, Child 1’s mother, Child 2’s slave, and general dogsbody and go between for my family.

So I am now signing up for Postaweek2011 challange to see if each week I can find just a little more of Renee.