Thursday, October 13, 2011

High Tea Shoot

Recently I was involved in a photo shoot with my friend Dee, of Deanna Whtye Photography.  She had seen some advertising calling for photographs of Kustom Cupcakes' glorious little gems of sweetness.   Dee being the creative butterfly that she is envisioned a 50's inspired high tea featuring Kustom's cupcakes.

When Dee put the call out for people to be involved in the shoot... I asked her if she wanted model types... because I'm certainly not 16 years old, 180cm and 50kg.  But luckily for me that was not what she was looking for...  Fortunately I'm not one to shy away from being photographed.  In my late teens I figured out that if I tried to hide from a camera, I would most certainly take a bad picture, with a silly screwed up face.  And as an adjunct to this little morsel of knowledge… when I am scrutinizing a photograph of myself, I am probably the only one who sees flaws, because no one else is interested or looking for them!

When Dee put the call out and qualified that she was not looking for models per say... I jumped at the chance of being photographed by Dee – who is without a doubt an imminent star on West Australia’s photography scene.  She just has this way with a camera... it's kind of hard to explain without actually knowing her.  She is very charismatic and her enthusiasm is contagious.  So consequently you feel great about yourself... less self-conscious and more natural in front of her camera.  The result is relaxed and organic photos with a really authentic feel.  Nothing is forced about her photos and you can see her clients’ personality shining through the photograph at you.  She is self-taught, intuitive and passionate about her work, and I think this is why she is so awesome at her work.  I am such a big fan (gee could you tell by the love-fest she asks blushing); I wish I could have my wedding and children all over again so that she could do my photography.
So arrangements were made, time and dates set and cupcakes collected.  I arrived at Dee's house to find that the group of five "models" had diminished to three.  The other lovely ladies in the shoot were Natalie of Petite Bijou and Jennifer of Jennifer Birkhead Design, and Vivid Health and Fitness both extremely talented and accomplished in their own right.  Unfortunately our makeup artist who was one of the five to be photographed was poorly, so Dee took over this role as well.  She was a little ruffled but determined to see her idea come to fruition. 

After only minimal primping and preening, the three of us were looking like alluring pearled 1950's wives about to indulge in a spot of afternoon tea.  The cupcakes were moved into position and our delicate teacups were filled with tea because there is nothing more ridiculous than lifting an empty cup to your lips.  Champagne was decided against for fear the whole shoot would unravel into drunken revelry.  As the cupcakes were the focus of the shoot, Dee issued some direction about how to hold them, head tilting or sitting, but generally we giggled (like school girls) and chatted among ourselves as the camera clicked away in the background.

Finally it was time to actually take some photos of us eating the cupcakes. My mouth had been watering since first laying eyes on the cupcakes, so after an hour of cupcake foreplay... gazing at the cupcakes, smelling the cupcakes and handling the cupcakes I was more than ready to sink my teeth into the firm icing and soft fresh cake.  I was pleasantly surprised to find that my selected cupcake had a gooey peanutty centre.  Had it not been for the shoot I may have just gobbled my cupcake all up in an instant, but instead I was made to saviour it... taking delicate bites being careful not to smudge my red lipstick!  After two cupcakes, my eagerness to eat more began to wane... quite considerably in fact.  And by the third cupcake I was more than ready to smear it all over my face and be a glamorous 50's housewife, undone!
I had a fantastic time... Thanks to Dee, Kustom Cupcakes and the two other delightful 1950's wives – Jen and Nat.  I think our enjoyment of the shoot really came through in the pics, what do you think?

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

In Desperate Need...

Of some "likes" for my entry into Ctrip's Dream Vacation competition. I think "likes" are probably the most accurate record of how many people are actually voting for each entry in the comp and I think likes will carry a substantial weight in the final result (especially if the judges are alert to and care about cheating).  And it is a super easy thing to do also... so easy my five year old could do it.

So please consider these your super easy instructions... 

Please go here http://english.ctrip.com/DreamVacation/Page/Vote.asp

Next scroll down to my entry, which is entitled, "West Aus Hot for the Cool of China Dream Vacation"

On finding my entry, hit the "like" button.

That's it and thank you for your time. Of course this will only work if you have a Facebook account.

If you decide to read my entry, which is entirely optional, you may wish to leave a comment regarding how super exciting my entry sounds compared to the others.  There is no need for you to read the others, unless you really want to... just believe me when I say my entry is the best!  This again this is entirely your call, however I know some of you are exceptional writers and your comment could increase my chances - use an alias if you wish!

To my regular readers, sorry I have posted about this yet again... unless I win I promise not to mention it here again at any great length.  

Oh, this is an important point... voting closes at midnight, Wed 27th of Sept 2011.  That is Perth, West Australian time (GMT + 8:00).

Please like my entry.  Over and out.

Saturday, September 24, 2011

Baby Boy's Second Birthday Party Plus Overdrive

A little while ago, my baby boy, Sabin had his second birthday!  I still can't believe he is already two.  Where did that time go?  He is my dream, text book child... I know that sounds horribly like favouritism, but he would be anyone’s dream child.  He sleeps, eats (lots), is sociable, calm and funny.  He's not at all querulous... except when it comes to his toy trains and cars!!

We invited family and close friends to Sabin's second birthday party.  I can hear your brain ticking over... how many close friends can a two year old have?  Well believe it or not, since he was born he has been accompanying me to school with Chynna five days a week and this has resulted in him adopting a second, third and fourth mum and also a second, third and fourth dad.  These are people we see frequently and who Sabin recognises to the degree of running to them and giving them a hug and kiss when they are in the near vicinity.  It's lovely to watch and I totally get a kick out of seeing those second, third and fourth mums and dads loving the attention Sabin pours on them.  He is such a special little petal!

As Sabin is into cars and recognises Lightning McQueen, I decided to make him a racing car cake.  It was pretty simple and turned out a treat.  I also made some chocolate gluten free cupcakes for the gluten intolerant kiddlet and a vegan cake for myself.  I try to mollify everyone's dietary needs because I know what it is like attending a party and being able to eat squat.  Everyone liked the gluten free chocolate cupcakes, but no one liked the vegan cake.  I accidently sprinkled a Japanese salt seasoning on top of it, instead of the Japanese strawberry sugar... these two items were gifts from one of our Japanese homestay visitors and clearly, I cannot read Japanese.  I thought the salt on top was a nice accident!  Kudos to those who tried it. My husband took the day off work and made a meat curry and chickpea curry in the slow cookers for the adult’s party dinner and the kids feasted on tortellini.  

Sabin's Poppy R, rang several days before his birthday and inquired as to what Sabin might like for his birthday.  A few weeks earlier, we were waiting in line at Subway, when in walked a little girl with her mother.  The little girl was carrying a "Hoot" toy owl, the host character from the kids TV channel, ABC2.  Sabin was fascinated with her Hoot, but the little girl was not at all eager to part with or even show her toy to Sabin.  So I said to Poppy R, I haven't mentioned this gift to anyone else - he will totally love it!  I really talked it up because I witnessed Sabin's reaction to the little girls’ Hoot in Subway! 

On the party night, Poppy R was running a little late.  Sabin had already opened many gifts and was very happy with his Chuggington train set and Matchbox car ramp among other things.  I managed to drag him away from these toys and sat him down ready to open the Hoot present.  We all stood around expectantly... he ripped the paper, look at the Hoot and kind of just went, oh big blue soft owl thing so where are my trains at?  What a fizzer... and to this day I still haven't seen him play with the big Hoot.  I say big Hoot, because Poppy R thought he was onto a good thing and bought a hand puppet Hoot as well!  We use hand puppet Hoot as a mobile above his change table!  Not much can compete with cars and trains at the moment... I still feel terrible about my judgement.

After the candle blowing, cake cutting and eating, all family members vacated the premises at a speed of knots, however Sabin's three other mums and dads hung around with their own children... seven in total, nine including mine.  It then became an adult shindig.  The kids were all pretty happy playing together, with only a few adult interventions required.  Slowly but surely the kids were put down somewhere comfy... it's not like we have seven spare beds!  The kids made a few adjustments among themselves... but soon enough, we could not hear anymore carry on!  I noticed all the boys went to sleep before the girls, who were too busy nattering to sleep, is this any surprise to you?

The adult party was in full swing before the kids went to bed, but went into overdrive afterwards.  It was a low key, sit around the table, shooting the shit affair. I guess we all share a similar outlook on life, have quite similar senses of humour and all live pretty close together, so are not constrained by having to drive miles in the middle of the night - some of us even live within walking distance of each other.  I can only speak for myself, but I really enjoy Sabin's super extended family's company and carousing with them regularly really brightens my life, considerably.

What's this boy's birthday going to be like when he turns twenty-one?  Was the question one of Sabin's other mothers was asked when re-telling details of the night.  On her way out, this mother somehow fell out our front door and sprained her ankle.  Another of Sabin's mother's fell off her chair.  I thought I was going to be unlucky number three... but I got away with not a scratch on me.  And to answer the question... I think Sabin will happily ban us from his twenty first birthday.

Thursday, September 15, 2011

Ctrip Dream Holiday Hopes

Recently I entered Ctrip's Dream Vacation competition. Entry required that I write a short piece about my ideal holiday to China which could include up to 4 cities in 14 days. On my previous jaunts to China I have seen the big draw cards of Shanghai, Beijing and Xian so I decided upon the cities of Harbin, Chengdu, Guilin and Wuxi.
The winner of the Ctrip Dream Vacation comp gets to live their dream with an all expenses paid, dream vacation to China - ie the one I wrote about for myself.
I was over the moon to see that my submission, as selected by the judges, made it into the top 20.  I am really proud of myself.  It was not easy writing about a dream holiday in so few words - there is not much about me that is concise and succinct!
My biggest problem now is getting people to vote for me.
I do not usually win anything... so my hopes are not high and already there are entries with hundreds of votes. I am also honest and do not know enough about computer technology to cheat!!  And I do not have the time or inclination to create millions of email accounts to vote with. So....

I can not win or even be competitive without your assistance.

Voting is no big deal. You have to sign up to Ctrip, but this is quick and simple and at the end of the comp you can easily unsubscribe.

Please go here
http://english.ctrip.com/DreamVacation/Page/Vote.asp
My submission is called "West Aus Hot for the Cool of China Dream Vacation"

You can vote once a day until the 28th of September, so knock yourself out! (Please).

I know this is a case of shameless self promotion, but I refuse to be ashamed of this on my own blog!!  If I don't beg (although you can't hear it, thats what I am doing) I won't stand any chance of getting overseas again anytime soon. So pretty please with sugar or chocolate or vegemite on the top vote for me now and if is not too much a pain, can you point a few of your friends or family members in my direction too.  Thanks so much.
Kind Regards
Lee-Anne

Friday, September 9, 2011

My Ctrip Dream Holiday

As you may know my husband and I taught English in China for about a year in 2005.  We had a super fantastic time... but I fell pregnant way earlier than expected and had to cut our working holiday severely short... goodbye working in Beijing during the Olympics. 

Often on Sunday mornings we would sit up in bed and watch an English program about different cities, sites of natural wonder or minority groups in China.  We came to learn you could probably spend ten years travelling in China and never see everything because it is such a vast, scenic and culturally wealthy country.   And just when you thought you had finished seeing everything in China, you would discover something else utterly jaw dropping that you MUST see. 
When we were there and travelling during our holidays we signed up to a Chinese travel company called Ctrip.  I recently received an email from them about a very cool competition whereby one lucky couple could win a dream 14 day holiday in China.  The parameters were this... be creative - no run of the mill tour, be realistic - up to 4 cities over 14 days and be social - shameless self promotion.  Oh and most importantly be concise - 2000 characters only!!  Far out brussel sprout - if you have read my posts, you know this was a tough ask for me.

Today was the last day for submitting entries.  In total I think there are about 126 entries.  The top 20 submissions, as determined by Ctrip judges, will be put to a public vote - so what do you think my chances are?  (Yes I know I just finished a fourth year statistics unit!)  Are you a glass half empty type person or glass half full?  I guess I'll know the answer on the 14th of September when the judges nominate the top 20 submissions. 

Anyways, here is my submission.

West Aus Hot for the Cool of China Dream Vacation

Living in Western Australia, one doesn’t experience freezing winters. Thus stop one on my Ctrip Dream Vacation would be leaving Shanghai for the winter wonderland of Harbin.  Every year during the peak of summer I watch on the evening news Harbin International Ice and Snow Festival. I wonder at the sheer size of the ice sculptures decorated in colourful lights. I want to be one of those people frolicking in the snow having the time of their lives. After much cavorting and working up an appetite I would relish sampling local delicacies or feasting on some hearty local cuisines. 

My next stop would be the “Heavenly Kingdom” of Chengdu. The obvious reason for visiting this city is the Chengdu Research Base of Giant Panda Breeding. Where else are you going to see gorgeous cuddly Pandas while contributing to their conservation and research? I have dreamed about exploring this place forever! However there is a plenitude of possibilities in Chengdu - Wenshu Temple, Sichuan Opera and spicy hotpot. 

Stop three is Guilin because you’d have to be crazy to miss such exquisite and unique scenery. I could ride a bicycle to see some karst peaks, burning calories gained from eating too much at my previous stops. Though I am informed there is a wealth of restaurants locally. A relaxing cruise down the Li River may be more my speed to contemplate the many picturesque sites. There are many splendid peaks, caves and parks to appreciate and photograph in the region. 

Stop four is the “Land of Fish and Rice” otherwise known as Wuxi. It is not well known, but it has its share of natural beauty, cuisine and culture. I would endeavour to cruise on Lake Tai, visit Turtle Head Park and ride the Star of Lake Tai. I would love to ascend Mount Xi and Hui and explore their vast park. I would ponder the magnificence of the Grand Buddha at Ling Shan and espy the barges as they make their way along the historical Grand Canal. Then I would travel back to Shanghai primed and eager to share my memories with who ever read my posts or cares to listen.

Excited?  Want to take my tour?

Well check back on the 14th of September to see if my submission was in the top 20!

Saturday, September 3, 2011

Denmark Trip

You know you haven't written in awhile when an anonymous comment to your last post remarks, "Bored...this post becomes a little annoying to see over and over again."  Ooops, sorry anonymous commenter.

On the MS front, not much is happening right now.  Now can I complain about that?  No way José.  But I have learned something through trial and error.  After a couple of days in a row of encountering very large bruises after my injections I decided I must be doing something wrong.  It occurred to me if I was getting bruises maybe I was pressing too hard on my skin with the auto-injector - I know, light bulb right?  So not only did the bruises not occur if I just placed the auto-injector on my skin... it hurt a whole lot less as well.  So there you go... if you have to inject MS drugs and you are left contemplating angry bruises and pain, double check your injecting technique.

Moving along to Denmark.  Denmark in the south of Western Australia is a small hippie town - my husbands words. It's located 400kms south of Perth and is surrounded by some amazing beaches, forests and wineries. When my bestest bud (BB) mentioned that she and her family were renting a house there for two weeks and would we like to come for a few days... I had to pick my words carefully.  "I'll check with my husband".  The last time I went to Denmark I stayed in a tent, it was freezing and it pissed down with rain.  So did I really want to go - uh, no.  I may have mentioned it to Ryan in passing, but certainly did not place any emphasis on it.  However BB's husband informed Ryan they were going and did we want to come? Oh of course and I was voted off the island, thank you very much.

Now it's not that I don't like cold weather, I do... when you are properly prepared for it and when said cold weather isn't accompanied by rain.  Given that we were mid winter and we were actually heading closer to Antarctica I figured rain would be part of the holiday.  I was careful to pack raincoats and welly's for the kids as well as many warm jumpers and long sleeved tops as possible.  We also packed our minus degree sleeping bags, so I was fairly confident I would not freeze to death in my sleep!

It rained on route to Denmark and was raining when we arrived.  However I was pleased to see that Braidwood Retreat was furnished with many holiday necessities including a wood fire.  But to my dismay it was not lit and roaring away warming the house!  But in the BB's defence they have two small, early to bed rug rats and Dad BB was fishing with their soon to be departing current house guests.

On the first night after the four kiddies were in bed, there was a little alcohol to warm the cockles and much shooting the breeze (my husband says this is the same as shooting the shit, but without swearing!)  I remember we all passed comment about a pic of Kimmy Kardashian's butt poking out of her bikini bottom.  Was the butt big or the bikini bottom small?? Oh the seriousness of it all.  Anyhow, as we were last in the house we drew the sofa bed near the fire... I was not at all unhappy, even with the prospect of being woken by four eager beavers at 6am for I knew I would be warm and snug all night.  Little did I know at midnight I would wake, drowning in a pool of my own sweat.  I got out of my sleeping bag and started peeling off the layers - first the socks, then the pj's, followed by the long johns, I put on my t-shirt and got back into my bag.  An hour later I unzipped my sleeping bag to allow for some much needed ventilation. Eventually I got the temperature right with a leg poking out!

The following morning we headed to the Pentland Alpaca Stud and Animal Farm.  Just ask my husband, but if you want to cheer me up and make me forget about the rain and squelching through mud just put a farm of pattable animals in front of me.  It's even better if I have my two offspring with me so I can spend even more time feeding a cute alpaca, goat, kangaroo, rabbit, lamb, Beryl the big pig, Scottish Highland cows, a pony or koloa all the while encouraging them to have a closer look.  Although Sabin required very little encouragement at all and is seemingly up for anything.  Chynna, on the other hand is going through quite a testing phase of crying when she thinks an animal might eat her instead of eating the food from her hand.  
 
 After lunch back at Braidwood we took a trip to the cliffs overlooking Ocean Beach, Black Hole and Wilson Head.  I think the heavy cloud coverage made the whole scene more spectacular and all the more foreboding.  We were about to leave when we saw some dolphins, so back to the rocks we headed to see if we would get another chance to see them.  We did and there is video I am taking with my voice saying "bloody" this and "bloody" that several times.  Not in a bad way... I can't help it when I am excited I cuss... I just forgot I was in the company of a highly impressionable three year old.  Needless to say little Master BB started to repeat the word “bloody” as soon as he got in his parents car!  Oops and did I hear about it?  Wash my mouth out with soap.
 
That night we moved into one of Braidwood's bedrooms.  I put on all my clothes again - yes long johns and pj's and socks then jumped into my sleeping bag.  I woke not long after boiling hot.  First I just took off my pj's - how hot could I be without the fire I wondered?  A little while later, still hot and unable to sleep I had to take off my long johns and socks.  A little while later still, I had to unzip my sleeping bag.  I was still fairly uncomfortable and wished I had brought my cotton sleeping bag insert, but I did eventually fall back asleep.  Ryan also had a similar problem, yet he did not have layers of clothes to take off.  So I think this proves that minus temperature sleeping bags are exactly that, made for minus temperatures – am I the only one who doubted this?

The following day we headed to the Valley of the Giants near Warpole to do the Tree Top Walk.  I have done this several times, but it never gets old - it's so lovely to be amongst the trees.  The walk is a 600 metre boardwalk in the 400 year old Tingle Tree tops.  The kids loved it, especially Sabin who raced ahead of us.  Even though in places we were 40 metres off the ground the safety fences were sufficiently high and unclimbable enough that I did not need to stress about his show exuberance.
 
 
 
Our next stop was Dinosaur World.  The replica dinosaur skeletons and reptiles in the indoor exhibit were just ok.  The feature for me was the sick snake, apparently he had just returned from the local veterinarian ... I don't know about you, but I hope they didn’t pay for its treatment because it looks pretty dead to me!!  The absolute highlight was the bird exhibit.  Before we were joined by the bird handler and before we knew the birds were shoulder friendly I sidled up to a black cockatoo to have a closer look and it jumped on my shoulder.  My dad has a pet weero so I wasn’t particularly perturbed by it’s rather large presence on my shoulder, but it did have one massive beak, which could have easily have taken my nose off if he had felt so inclined. 

The bird handler appeared and he gave a bird to everyone who wanted one.  This was cool, especially because we were the only visitors at that time and didn't have to share.  Then he looked at me and tutted slightly saying that I should be carrying the other black cockatoo.  I didn't dare ask why, but readily handed the one on me over.  It was quickly replaced by the other black cockatoo anyway, who I would have taken home if I had the chance.  Sabin, to all of our surprise, was all for having birds of all sizes on him.  Chynna again decided that she would much rather cry about having a bird on her because it might bite than actually trying it, until the very last second, when she realised she might really miss out.  When we were ready to move on the handler tried to take the black cockatoo off me, it dodged his hands and tried to bite him to which I was informed wasn't a show of mad love, but that a black cockatoo bonds very quickly with whoever might be carrying it, especially if you are female. Boo!
 
 
We next entered the kangaroo enclosure and hand fed the kangaroos.  Sabin marched right in and Chynna was again more cautious.  I'm no expert, but I guess this behaviour disparity is due to their ages and stages.  At least Chynna wasn't crying!  The kangaroos were quite underwhelmed and felt no urge whatsoever to get up in our company.  We had been in the enclosure for a while, when I had a thought about lying down next to the kangaroos and having my photo taken.  I think Daddy BB must have read my mind or something, but he saved me from a whole pile of trouble in the form of huge Kangaroo Ticks, which he pointed out on the kangaroos.  I made sure when we all bathed that night that I checked us all over because the last thing you need is a big tick hangin’ off your bum sucking your blood!  Eeek!


That night, you will be pleased to know that I didn't wear my long johns - just my pyjamas.  Unfortunately I still ended up quite warm.  Geez, who would have thunk it?  I really didn't need to worry about getting frozen to death in my sleep, but actually slow roasting in my sleeping bag instead.  So I rather routinely took off my pjs and unzipped my bag to be comfortable enough to resume sleeping!

The following day we headed into town for a bit of a look around.  It was a pleasant enough tour - the shops are highly focused on the tourist market, which is neither here nor there really, except I think the prices were a little inflated as a result.  I was also looking forward to the pie shop, which Mummy BB had mentioned all week.  I had a veggie pie that was so super delicious I wished I had bought two.  We went down to the Denmark River where we were going to feed the ducks, but they were well out numbered by the seagulls, so we fed them instead! FYI, which was nowhere near as fun.  The kids played on the very well equipped playground - yay for tourist towns!  And then we headed home.
 
Later that afternoon while Sabin was taking a much-needed afternoon nap, the BB crew accompanied by Chynna and Ryan headed off to Light Beach for a spot of fishing and frolicking.  I can tell they had a heap of fun by the photos.  I had a nice moment to sit on the verandah, relax and read a book.  When Sabin woke up I pushed him on the swing for what seemed like hours.  He was happy so I was happy too.  

 
 
The final chapter in the sleeping bag saga goes a bit like this...  After three nights of waking up cooking up a storm, I decided I should just open up the sleeping bag and wear a t-shirt as opposed to the several layers I thought I needed to stay warm.  I still woke up during the night to a chorus of "Mummy toilet" but I wasn't all hot and bothered.  Clearly I am a bit slow in the learning by experience stakes...

The next morning we packed the car and tidied up the house before hitting the road for Perth.  I had a really nice break with the BB family and hope that there is many more trips to come.  You will also notice that I only mentioned rain once or twice because it stopped raining on the second day of our expedition south - thank goodness for that...

Saturday, August 6, 2011

How Has The World Changed Since Osama Bin Laden's Death

I was lying out in the lovely sun getting my vitamin D today, which is imperative in the winter month for those of us with MS, and of all the things I could be thinking about, I was thinking about Osama Bin Laden.  Don't ask me why I was thinking about him... when I should have been concentrating on my cells turning UVB into vitamin D but I was!

I remember where I was, what I did and how I felt that fateful day almost 10 years ago when the world changed forever.  I went to bed early on September 11th 2001.  The following morning I got out of my bed and opened my bedroom door ready to start the day when my house mate (and dear friend), Cathy pounced on me, almost breathlessly asking, have you heard what's happened?  Nope.  I've been sleeping... soundly!  I perched myself in front of the TV and every station was showing the same thing... planes flying into the towers – was I awake or was this some kind of nightmare, a Hollywood stunt?  I was horrified and shocked.  What was going on?  I couldn't, for the life of me, drag myself away from the set. 

Perhaps by 1pm I decided I should go on my usual early morning walk (it was slightly later than normal but better late than never).  As I walked down my street, I could see Perth's skyscrapers.  All I could picture was ominously low flying planes crashing into them and wondering if I would be covered in debris.  I thought about people jumping from windows way up high and people on the street watching the twin towers imploding in on themselves.  I thought of the families of those people trapped and killed in the towers - the trauma, the disbelief and horror of it all.  Who would do this and why?  Was it the beginning of the end?

For many years I think the "end" may have been far easier to deal with, than the invisible terror lurking just over my shoulders.  I remember talking to my therapist about 9-11.  She suggested it sounded like I had been traumatised by the event... hadn't everyone in some form or another?  It rattled my psyche and reinforced that the world, indeed was a dangerous place.  Average people like me, had never heard of al-Qaeda... let alone knew they held a massive grudge against the west.

So we all probably agree the world has changed since 9-11, but how has the world changed since Osama Bin Laden's death? 

Hmmmmm lets see, what was I doing when I found out Osama Bin Laden was DEAD, er um, I think I was having my breakfast watching Sunrise (a current affairs, chit-chatty morning show).  How did I feel... apathetic? Indifferent? Unmoved?  Maybe I had a brief moment of relief.  Hadn't we all forgotten about him before his death anyway... wasn't he permanently hiding or previously dead or something?

Since Osama Bin Laden's death does anyone feel any safer, or better maybe?  Perhaps the lovely folks of America feel better.  But I think it is unlikely they feel any safer, just like the rest of us.  The jihād leader is brutally slain and even if he was just a "figurehead", I am pretty sure the jihādists are pretty bloody angry and are reading resumes as I write, looking for a new and scarier chief.  I don't know about you, but I don't feel safer - a new leader will need to prove himself and outdo his predecessor.  This equals new terror, more uncertainty and definitely more attacks to come.

Since Osama Bin Laden's death did the world change back to it's blissfully ignorant pre-9-11 self?  Nuh-uh.  What's gone down in the last ten years can't be undone.  There are still thousands of people dead, there are still thousands of people grieving, there are still invasive security checks at airports, there are still people wary of Muslims and burqas and there is still no safe haven in the world where terrorism can't happen.  What's done is done and we are scarred for life.  Luckily we are a resilient bunch and what is new (and sometimes horrible) soon becomes normal and routine.

Did al-Qaeda and other terrorist organisations just shut up shop since Osama Bin Laden's death? Ummm... NO!  HELL NO, now they are angrier and looking for revenge.  They are probably recruiting like never before.  I bet there are many who would be willing to avenge their hero's death.  Osama Bin Laden evaded death for ten whole years... is that a good deterrent?  Not if everything I learnt about punishment all through my life and at university is correct.  Punishment should be swift, otherwise you won't learn from it... and neither will anyone else.  Not that anyone could forget about 9-11, but any future Osama Bin Laden's will be happy to try their hand at terrorism, knowing that they have a good life expectancy, can go into hiding, get married, have some ankle biters, send out secret memos and go down quickly in a blaze of glory - never to be forgotten.

Did the world's troops get yanked out of the Middle East since Osama Bin Laden's death?  Nope.  The troops are still fighting the war against terror - whatever that is (or was).  As of the 6th of June 2011 there have been 2433 coalition deaths in Afghanistan as a part of ongoing coalition operations since the invasion in 2001.  Australian's have been killed 28 times up to the 6th of June 2011 (there have been more in the last month), with 182 soldiers wounded.  That is 182 Australian lives turned up-side-down - irrevocably changed forever and 210 plus families who will never ever be the same again.  The organisation, icasualities (http://icasualties.org) puts America's death toll for this year alone at 243.  What's my point?  Did the world's troops get pulled out of the Middle East since Osama Bin Laden's death?  They didn't and they continue to die because of Osama Bin Laden - his legacy lives on.

How different would the world be if Osama Bin Laden was captured immediately after the 9-11 attacks?  Perhaps dramatically - he wouldn't have been able to continuously call all of his jihādist brothers and sisters to arms, maybe there would have been less attacks on places such as Bali and maybe we would have had just one huge hiccup and returned to our blissfully (little less) ignorant pre-9-11 self.  Or perhaps it would have made no difference.  Maybe after 9-11 we were set on a collision course with terrorisim regardless of Osama Bin Laden's input.  I guess I will never know.

Is it better Osama Bin Laden is dead?  Maybe for the families who lost loved ones.  Was his death too quick and easy for him compared to those who died in the towers and those troops who have died?  Would it have been better if he was prodded into a prison cell all on his lonesome and forgotten?  Maybe, maybe not.  Prison is not all its cracked up to be.  Osama Bin Laden was human (I know right) and he would be entitled to three meals a day, clean clothes, likely have access to the media, ie a TV and newspapers and he would still likely be able to see his family.  I did not rejoice in his death... but it really is hard to deny a human his basic rights, so maybe prison, as we know it may have been too easy for him.  I don't have the answer about what was the best outcome for Osama Bin Laden - death or prison and I guess I don't need too now.

So how has the world changed for the average Joe since Osama Bin Laden's death.... well it hasn't as far as I can tell.  I still have my beautiful family, I still have MS and I still have bills to pay but I do hope and pray the world will be a little safer as a result of his death and that less people suffer now he is gone…

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

MS, Diet and Professor Jelinek


I have been meaning to write about MS diets for a while now, but have dillydallied thinking I need to do some research.  Then I had a flash of clarity... No need to overintellectualize.  I don't need to research because I am writing about my own experience – duh, am I writing a blog or what?  So please keep that in mind as you read on.

Even before I was officially diagnosed with MS, but after my GP had ever so quietly uttered the dreaded two letters - I had read a book about MS.  A good friend who had another friend with MS gave the book to me.  The friend with MS had read the book then unselfishly wanted to pass it on.  I didn't, instead deciding it was highly relevant and that I should keep it for future reference.

That book was "Taking Control of Multiple Sclerosis" by Professor George Jelinek MD.  It was published in 2000 - only a few years before I was diagnosed and it utterly and totally became my bible.

Sitting at the desk of my first neurologist, peering over at my notes as he turned his back, I saw it written I had read the book and had a good working knowledge of the disease.  I read the book because when I came home from my GP after he had mentioned MS, I scanned the internet for MS symptoms.  All the funny symptoms I had been experiencing, but didn’t know how to explain all had names.  I hoped and prayed I did not have MS, however deep down I knew MS was what I had.   Knowing about MS prior to being diagnosed helped me feel moderately in control of the big roller coaster ride of what was happening to me.

When I was diagnosed, I was all prepared and psyched-up to start medication - I braced for it.  I assumed I would be put on Interferons or Copolymer 1 (which is now known as Copaxone), both of which were relatively new and experimental.  There certainly was no research on their long-term effects on health.  That day wouldn't eventuate for another seven or so years.  My second neurologist wanted to see how my MS developed before putting me on these drugs... I trusted him, so I didn't insist I start medication.  I am glad I didn't as I had some of the most fruitful and fulfilling seven years of my life without having to inject myself daily and could sometimes forget that I had anything wrong with me at all.  I had no outwardly noticeable relapses or problems that could be linked to MS. 

While on the drug front I agreed to wait, Professor Jelinek made a very good case regarding saturated and unsaturated fats and the immune system.  He collected and collated data from bucket loads of research on the effects of fats in the diets of people with MS, including the research of Professor Swank.  As such I commenced my less than 5g of saturated fat a day diet/lifestyle, as per the diet followed by Professor Jelinek.

I remember eating my last juicy steak at a lovely restaurant.  It was raining outside, but the fire was warm and cosy and I was with my new-ish boyfriend (and future husband).  My steak was big, juicy and medium rare.  I grew up on a farm and ate home grown meat every day during my childhood.  I was concerned that I wouldn't be able to follow my new vegan plus fish diet, as it was so extreme. Surprisingly not eating meat was about the easiest thing I had to give up.  Warm creamy indulgent desserts were the hardest.  It was not an easy path to tread, however it again helped me feel in control of my life, which had been struck by this random, unforseen disease.

Here's a funny little titbit for you about canned tuna.  Professor Jelinek advocated eating oily fish for its omega 3 fat content.  It didn't matter whether the fish was fresh or canned, but for ease of use, especially at lunchtime, canned seemed the obvious choice.  However this posed just one small problem for me.  I abhorred canned fish of any kind.  It all seemed like stinky, mashed up cat food to me.  My husband trained me to eat it... I wasn’t happy about it, but no one I knew had died from ingesting it.  He put a little tuna in my sandwiches, which at first, would make me gag.  Eventually I could manage to scoff tuna patties, smoked salmon and tuna pizza with no issues, which was totally unfathomable pre-MS.  Now I love canned tuna - I can't imagine how I survived without it.

I kept up the strict less than 5g of saturated fat diet for approximately two years.  Sometimes it was a cinch; other times it was hell on earth for me and all those around me.  I had a notebook in which I added up the saturated fat of everything I ate after it had been carefully weighed or measured.  Eating out was incredibly difficult.  Most average restaurants only cater to vegetarians who eat dairy or have no problems eating deep fried food.  I can't even begin to recall how many squabbles my husband and I had over where to eat, the ingredients of dishes and whether it was worth discussing fat content with the server.  I lost a lot of weight, which for me was not a bad side effect!  However my mum thought I was starving myself silly and it didn’t seem to matter how often I explained it to her I could not change her mind. 

I started travelling after I was diagnosed with MS.  On my jaunts I discovered that being vegan plus fish was relatively easy in Canada.  Canadian restaurants seemed to cater to a diverse range of diets and there was an abundance of real vegetarian cafes, stores and restaurants.  There were whole sections in ordinary supermarkets devoted to vegetarian products.  I was also incredibly pleased to learn that hotdog stands in downtown Vancouver sold vegetarian hotdogs.  Clearly I was living in heaven on earth.  However I also discovered that travelling meant being exposed to a huge variety of new and exciting foods.  Sometimes it was very hard to pass up delicious looking foods that would have instantly voided my 5g of saturated fat per day in one mouthful.

My year in China was so much more difficult in so many ways - not least being that I didn't speak Mandarin!  Many Chinese are on the verge of being vegetarian, except for that little bit of meat tucked away under the cabbage.  Dishes like this were classed as vegetarian and our Chinese friends couldn't understand why I wouldn’t eat them, especially when they were so considerately chosen.  It may have been there in minuscule amounts – but it was still there in all its saturated fatty glory.  I also found the constant diet of "wet" food tough sometimes... but western food was hard to come by... so sometimes I just had to eat peanut butter on well-done toast to remember what crunchy was.  Don't get me wrong, authentic Chinese food is utterly amazing – it’s just impossible to record it’s fat content when you don’t really know what you are eating.

Slowly but surely over the years my less than 5g of saturated fat diet has fallen by the way side.  I have found it hard to stay focused on it when there is no in your face, hard evidence of it's ability to reduce relapses.  My neurologist advocates healthy eating, but not necessarily that of vegetarian persuasion.   I still do not eat red meat or chicken, but dairy crept in whilst I was pregnant with my son, mainly cheese, milk in my coffee and delectable desserts too!  My family eats what I do, otherwise I would be cooking at least two different meals every night.  I know it’s not peculiar to a vegetarian diet but my kids don't always love what I eat thus I make them something else.   My husband eats his red meat when he's away on business trips or for lunch at work.

Perhaps the final straw for me and the Professor Jelinek diet came about a year ago.  I was at my neurologist having a check up.  I had my list of questions, as per usual and at the end of those questions I alway ask after Professor Jelinek.  After all my neuro is a MS specialist and Professor Jelinek has MS and is in the medical profession and they both reside in the same city, so surely my neuro would know something about his wellbeing.  But this time my neuro seemed a little annoyed that I had asked after him - he asked me why I wanted to know.  I said something like... because if he is well then in my mind I can be well too.  Well let me tell you what I heard next rocked my world in all the wrong ways.  Professor George Jelinek did not satisfy all the clinical criteria to meet a diagnosis of MS.  Put simply, he does not have MS! 

Can you imagine how I felt?  Cheated, lied to, upset and really, really angry.  I believed in this man and what he was preaching.  I wondered how he could write a book about MS saying, oooooooo I am a doctor with MS - follow me.  How could he know what it was like if he didn't have to wake up every day with MS?

About a year has passed since I was given this news.  I am not angry any more and have ventured to the library to borrow Professor Jelinek’s new book.  I am reading it now.  It is called, "Overcoming Multiple Sclerosis" and was published in 2010.  Professor Jelinek fully owns up to not having any relapses in the ten years since writing his books, but he claims this is due to his diet and lifestyle choices.  He failed to mention not satisfying the clinical criteria of MS.  So maybe his lack of relapses is due to his diet or maybe it is due to a mild version of the disease or maybe it is due to him not actually having the disease.  I’ll leave this for your interpretation.

I do not feel like I am breaking any codes or am being overtly controversial because Professor Jelinek has written about being relapse free himself.  I am critically appraising Professor Jelinek’s assessment and am pointing out that the reason Professor Jelinek has been relapse free may be due to other reasons other than his diet.  Unfortunately some of us may read a book without being critical of it’s content - so I just want to highlight this point.  It's a tough diet/lifestyle and I think it's only fair that one evaluates why the author is relapse free before commencing it.

Although part of me wants to jump up and down and stamp my feet, I am again finding many good reasons to follow Professor Jelineks updated diet from his new book.  He has meta-analysed the fat research and come to the same conclusions as in his first book.  Saturated fat is bad for everyone, but especially for those of us with MS.  He still advocates a vegan plus fish diet for MS-ers.  I have already started to remove dairy from my diet again... it's hard because I love cheese but I keep in mind my responsibility to my family.  If a diet low in saturated fat can minimise the effects of MS… I would be stupid not to get on board because it is something that I can do without medical intervention, expense or side effects (other than weight loss!)

I have not yet finished Professor Jelinek’s new book.  Does it matter if he doesn't have MS?  I don’t know… my opinion and thoughts on the matter change regularly.  I don’t have anything to loose by reading his book, but hopefully I have a lot to gain by following his recommendations.  Fingers crossed.

To be continued...

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Three Weeks of Yoga

A little while ago I bought I yoga voucher for a month of unlimited yoga at a centre that is about twenty minutes from my home.  I was so excited about it, because I used to do a lot of yoga maybe seven or so years ago before I was diagnosed with MS, a little a bit after I was diagnosed with MS, before I travelled, got married, had kids and returned to uni.  I have always wanted to get into it again, but found making time really difficult.  I told my husband that I would commence using the voucher when uni broke for the semester and our daughter was on holidays.

About after a week of uni being over, my husband came home from work and gave me a gentle prod in the right direction... I thought you might go to yoga tonight.  My response was, oh I think it's the beginner’s course tonight and I'm not sure if the voucher is valid for that.  Why don't you make a call and find out.  Ok then.  So it turns out the voucher was valid and the instructor was (now) expecting me!  I quickly got ready and got my sore backed, no core strength body to the studio pronto.

The one thing I remember about my experience of yoga the first time around, was how quickly my neck pain settled and how I could stretch the whole back of my neck on the ground when I was lying prone.  It was pretty impressive because I had terrible neck pain and headaches and had gotten to a place where I thought I would just have to accept that I was a person with a sore neck, whose physio could make feel better for a while... just not permanently.  It really was surprising how quickly I felt benefits from yoga for my whole body and mind.

Even though I was not a beginner in yoga, the beginner’s course is a pretty good place to start for anyone.  The instructor takes things slowly and explains all the postures thoroughly.  But what's even better is that everyone else in the class is likely a novice, so I was not walking into a studio of elastic bands, who could wrap their legs behind their heads, which is really, really unsettling and intimidating.  I know that’s a pretty silly mind set to have... but I am just a little bit competitive.  Anyways, for good measure I still headed to the back of the room where I could gauge everyone else’s abilities against mine... and so no one could watch me stick my bum in the air.

I have done just over three weeks of yoga now - that is about ten sessions.  I definitely feel like I have been doing some form of exercise.  I really believe that my posture has improved and that I have gained some core strength.  My back still hurts in the morning when I wake up, but it is a little less sore during the day.  I bet it would be a hell of a lot better if I could just stop carting my two year old sumo toddler around.  However I do find after a yoga lesson, it is not sore at all - there is much to be said for an hour and a half of complete body stretching.  I feel healthier and as a result that healthiness carries all through my life... not that I ate really badly three weeks ago, but I think I am making healthier food choices now and shoving less into my mouth too.  So maybe yoga is suppressing my horse appetite!  I'm only a couple of kilos away from my pre-baby weight, which means I have lost three kilograms by not even trying.  Yay!

So what do I love about yoga???  I really love the discipline involved in holding the form of the poses even when the burn kicks in or the stretch is tight, some might say that I am a glutton for punishment... but not me.  After a recent class I was thinking about why I was feeling so jubilant.  During and after a really good stretch, which yoga is, where my muscles have burned and extended past where they might usually go, I feel deeply relaxed and pristinely calm.  I guess it's all those lovely endorphins flooding into my blood.  During classes I have noticed my thoughts slow right down to a single stream.  Usually that thought is about the stretch and breathing into that stretch... I'm not even sure if that is even a thought actually, or whether my mind has broken from being totally absorbed in the process of breathing and stretching to notice what I am actually doing.  I have a very, very busy, messy mind and it likes to multi-task, thus it is so refreshing when there is just one stream of communication going on in there.  The only other times my mind slows down to such an extent is if I have done a guided meditation or have had a big night, am tired and probably hungover and then just sit and observe rather than process.

These are some of the things about yoga that I think you need to know if you are a newby to the practice.  I always felt compelled to wear super loose and baggy clothes, but this is not the way to go.  Why, I hear you ask.  Well you are going to spending a fair amount of time with your head down towards your knees and the floor, if you don't believe me google downward dog.  So if your head and chest are down it is highly likely you will flash your post baby flab where your stomach used to be (in my case) and boobies to anyone else in the room who is not concentrating on their pose and is looking around the room.  Also flappy, baggy pants tend to get caught as you step your leg through a pose, causing you to awkwardly loose your balance, which is not at all a graceful, elegant or controlled look.

The yoga instructor will tell you not to eat a large meal right before a class, because digestion requires the blood that your muscles will need for stretching and so there will be a big fight for resources.  If you do eat a big meal you will probably feel sick, bloated and generally yuck - I'm sure we've all been there.  He or she might say don't eat anything within a couple of hours of the class.  I will agree with this, but in the first few classes I attended, half way through my mind started yelling at me - I've had enough of this poxy class - get me out, NOW!  It took couple of slinging matches and slog fests before I worked it out... I hadn't had enough to eat leading up to the class to sustain my blood sugar throughout it’s duration.  So while it would be ridiculous to eat a main meal right before a class, a small snack is not out of the question.

No freshly applied perfume or strong B.O Killer please.  Deodorant and perfume waft through a warm yoga class quickly.  It's ok if you like the perfume, but otherwise it is distracting, gets up your nose and tries to spilt your head in half.  It's a strange phenomenon, but your sense of smell seems to get heightened when your other senses are slowed.  No deodorant seems to go against all well taught and life long practices of hygiene, but it really is unnecessary in cold weather when practicing yoga and in summer, if you are a pongy boy, maybe a shower before a class will help or mild deodorant will suffice.

What else can you expect in a yoga class?  Falling out of poses, due to a lack of balance - I do it all of the time (thanks for that MS), odd poses that seem to just be completely against nature and how the body was designed to move and of course, giggling.  I try not to giggle at anyone else - it's hard sometimes, but I definitely giggle at myself, a lot.  For example last night the instructor was demonstrating a handstand, where the front of his body and face was right up against the wall.  It looked wrong and contrary to any handstands I've ever done up against a wall where my face and body look away from the wall... not that I’ve practiced any handstands for the last twenty years!  There was a collective "what the..." sigh from the room, and my next question, with a giggle was, how do you get down?

Farts!!! It's very likely you will hear farts in a yoga class - probably not from me, but from an older woman or man.  Clearly if you are offended by farts, then yoga may not be the exercise for you.  I try not to laugh... because it would be rude and interrupting to the class but I certainly have a hearty chuckle on the inside.  I'll let you in on a secret... when you are walking from your car to the studio get those farts out because it is really hard not to let rip in some of the more demanding poses.

This is my experience of yoga.  I love it and believe it is good for me (and my MS, husband and children) and probably you too – so get cracking down to your local yoga studio and give it a go!

Friday, July 8, 2011

Earrings for the Five Year Old Wailing Warrior Princess

My husband and I had discussed when our daughter, Chynna would be allowed to get her ears pierced.  It wasn't a big thing, but we decided that when she asked for it to be done, we would take her to the shop and get them done.  It didn’t matter to us if she was six or thirty-six.

The question started appearing last year... she has some friends at school who have their ears pierced and she started to become aware of what I had dangling off my ears.  When we walked by a hairdresser, beauticians or pharmacy we would say, do you want to get your ears pierced today and she would say, uh... no, or I want to do it when Gran is with us (or Dad, depending on who wasn't with us at the time).  So we'd just keep walking... no biggie.

Sometimes Chynna would ask if it hurt to have your ears pierced.  I had my ears done when I was about 10 or 11, so I can't remember what it was like.  I'd take a wild stab (haha) and suggest that it did hurt, but it's not like I have any mental scarring from the ordeal.  But what do you tell a (then) four year old?  I couldn't lie - so I said, I don't remember, but I guess it would "sting".  She would screw up her little face, as she's not particularly tempted by anything that stings - smacks, bees, needles... ears pierced.

There is a lot to be said for getting a baby's ears pierced, when they are only weeks old.  Lets face it... it is probably going to make the baby cry, but they won't remember it for long and well, they are saved any of the anxiety that goes along with the event when they are older.  I also like the idea that a baby doesn't even know it has ears, thus it probably isn't going to spend any huge amount of time purposefully playing with the new foreign objects sticking out from it's ears - thus avoiding the prolonged process of infection.

Not long after Chynna's 5th birthday, we arrived at school to discover that Chynna's best friend's younger sister had her ears pierced.  Special K (as she is known) was around five months at the time.  Chynna's first question was, did Special K cry?  The answer was no, as they put some numbing cream on her ears first.  That was that... she said, mummy I want to get my ears pierced.  I said, oh when, like this afternoon after school, thinking she would say no when Daddy can come.  But to my surprise she agreed.  Which was funny, because her Daddy couldn't have been further away.  He was in the north of WA on a work trip for a couple of days.

After school, I didn't mention anything about ears.  I figured that I'd let the little sausage approach me if she remembered and really wanted her ears done.  I thought if I didn't mention it, then I might just save myself an unnecessary trip to the shops.  Except, she bounded out of class and asked when we were going!

Chynna sat in the chair at the beauticians cautiously, with her eyes wide (not that you can see that in the pic).    I seriously believed she would back out at any moment.  While we were waiting, a girl, a few years old than Chynna had her ears re-pierced.  It was quick and the girl barely blinked and she had no numbing cream.  It was like all the planets and stars of the universe were perfectly aligned for ear piercing.

Chynna chose a little pair of pink flower earrings exactly like Special K's.  Then the very young beautician... yeah what’s with that - young girls puncturing young girls ears?  I did look around for a much more experienced elderly woman to attend to Chynna's ears but there was only more young girls... (whoa there nelly, does that mean... I'm getting old?)  Then the very young beautician applied the numbing cream and told Chynna, not to touch it - good test for the real deal and to come back in half an hour.  We trotted off to Gloria Jeans, for a babyccino and a vanilla soy latte because what else would you do for half an hour?

It's quite surprising how long half an hour can take when your five year old is both eager and anxious about something. We wandered back to the shop.  I really wanted to say, you can back out if you want sweetheart, but didn't.  I was quite sure Chynna would burst into tears and not go through with it; in fact I would have put money on it.  The chances of her being a brave warrior princess were definitely so small in my mind that she didn't need me adding to her anxiety.
 
While the two beauticians drew dots on Chynna's ears and lined up the piercing guns I wondered what was going through Chynna's mind.  Do five years have self-talk?  Was her mind blank? Was she telling herself it wouldn't hurt or it would hurt?  Nothing on her face gave whatever she was thinking away.  The girls counted – one, two, three and then pressed the triggers.  They made a loud dull clicking noise and an "ouch" escaped from Chynna's mouth, followed by clenched teeth and wide eyes.  Maybe 20 seconds later she took a breath and asked for a mirror.  It was quite amusing in hindsight.

She managed not to tell her Dad on the phone that night and the next that she had her ears pierced.  It took a bit of coaching, but even if she had let it slip, I’m not sure he wouldn’t have believed her anyway.  When he did come home, Chynna forgot she had something important to tell him.  She was just pretty darned excited to have her Dad home.  He noticed, but played along until she remembered.  He was quite surprised and questioned me thoroughly… in case I had held her down or something!!

Six weeks later, with no infections, Chynna was all ready to change her earring for the first time.  Now this is something I do remember.  It was tricky for my Mum to push the sleeper earrings into my ears and it hurt.  Thus I was not looking forward to changing Chynna's earrings.  She desperately wanted it done, but was freaking out at the same time.  When I did get my fingers on her earrings, I couldn't get them undone anyway.  I pulled and pulled and Chynna got more and more upset, so I gave up, suggesting we pay a visit to the young beauticians.

Later that day, the young beautician insisted that all I needed to do was get a good grip and yank the earrings apart.  She offered to do it for me, but Chynna was not at all up for that.  I thought this may have been the end of the earring changing rigmarole... but it was not.  The following morning she asked me to do it again.  This time the brave warrior princess curled up on the couch in a tight ball whenever I got within five meters of her.  Eventually she got up onto a stool and the first earring came out with a big jerk and some wailing (from both of us).  The second earring was trickier and it actually broke off, but at least it was out.  Her ears looked good, clearly the thought of pain had mostly kept fiddling fingers away from her ears.

The brave warrior princess was beside herself at the thought of having to put new earrings in.  It didn't matter how I explained it, ie the hole is already there... she refused to sit still and when she finally did she howled loudly like I was about to cut off her ear.  Eventually we got the new sparkly earrings in and at school she proudly showed them off to whoever would listen. 

It's been a couple of weeks now and the brave warrior princess hasn't asked to have her earrings changed again.  Even after her bestie turned up at school with a cute dangly pair.  Maybe we’ll just start an earring collection for when she can change her own earrings in ten years time instead.

Fifth Birthday Party

I was going to write a chirpy little piece about my daughter’s birthday party which was yonks ago now... but it seems I have inadvertently deleted the pics I took at her party... so it's not so chirpy anymore.  I don't know how I did it, or even when, but I spent a good two hours checking if I could get them back.  However as I am not a computer whiz, the simple answer is no-siree those photos are gone for good!  If anyone has any suggestions on how to get my photos back feel free to leave me a comment.

My daughters 5th birthday party was on the 1st of May.  I spent the entire day before her party, making party food for her self selected 40 friends, some of whom had RSVPed and some of whom had not.  The big thing with five year olds is that their parents tend to stay at the party as well... (I'm sure it wasn't like that when I was five - my mum would have gladly jumped at the chance to be one daughter down for a few hours) so in fact I was actually catering for 80-odd people.  There was a lot of food - loads in fact... better to have more than less I say, luckily for me most of it was eaten, otherwise I would have been eating left over party food for a few days.

I worked right up until the party commencement time, putting the doll in the cake skirt and fancying her up.  Have you ever made a doll skirt cake?  My biggest concern was cutting the hole in the middle of the cake to put the doll in.  I only had a small surface area to work with at the top of the bell shape cake that was to become the skirt.  I had a bit of an audience too you see and my mum said, oh just shove a knife into it, it'll be alright and when I stood there procrastinating she said, do you want me to do it?  Of course I didn’t want her to do it, but I didn't want to spoil the cake either because with only an hour left until the party, I couldn't really whip up another one!!  I selected the longest knife, to the cheers of my across the road neighbours who were now eager to see me destroy the cake (or slit my own wrists!)  I gently inserted the knife into the cake, twirled it around and then used the handle of a wooden spoon to push out the cake.  Then I put ballerina Barbie into her cake skirt and not all together unexpectedly the skirt was too short.  Unless ballerina Barbie was really gangster hip hop Barbie with her whole rear end poking out the top of her skirt, she was going to need some serious icing up.

The meringue icing I used was incredible and easy to make - thanks Dee.  It's so good; I'm going to write the recipe out right now... in case you would like to make your own doll skirt cake, or any other cake for that matter that needs some scrumdiddlyumptious meringue icing.

Scrumdiddlyumptious Meringue Icing
1 cup white sugar
1/3 cup water
1/4 tsp cream of tartar
Place above ingredients in a pot on the stove until dissolved and bubbling.
Beat 2 egg whites until peaks form.
Slowly add in sugar syrup, while continuing to beat.
Add icing sugar if consistency is not to your liking.
It's ready when you have peaks that hold their shape.  Add food colouring as required.

Anyhoo... I iced up Barbie in pretty purple scrumdiddlyumptious meringue icing, as requested by Chynna.  (We also chose a brunette Barbie, because she was most like Chynna).  I added some cake glitter, some pretty icing flowers and some little silver glittery flower shapes, which the cake decorating store assistant said were edible.  In hindsight, the fact that the glittery flower shapes did not dissolve on my tongue and got stuck in my teeth probably indicates they were glittery plastic flower shapes and that (maybe) I misheard the shop assistant or he didn't know what he was talking about!  Either way the cake was a success - one, because it was pretty and two, because by the time we cut it everyone was too full to eat too much cake to care that the little silver glittery flower shapes were not at all edible!


It seems that most of the kids in Chynna's class at school are born around the same time.  We receive a rather large amount of birthday invitations around April every year.  Pretty much we have a party or two every weekend in April and a party once a fortnight in March - so we have been to Fun Station parties, pool parties, had an icecream van come to a party, parties in the park, parties at McDonalds, face painting parties etc etc.  I thought we'd try something different, as I seemed to have acquired an abundance of craft paraphernalia from my husband's nana.  She is craft mad - I am not, unless I can do it somewhere other than my home where I don't have to clean up!  I decided to make an exception and decided we would make party hats with the said craft paraphernalia.  The girls were all for it, the boys not so much.  If you ever decide to make party hats at a five year old party, make sure you have strong, quick drying glue, as five years have no capacity what so ever for delayed gratification of party hat wearing, oh and perhaps limit the use of glitter unless you want it all through your house and garden for the next month!


I also decided the kids would make their own pizzas too.  We brought some mini pizza bases, grated pizza cheese, shredded ham and the other usual toppings that would go on an adult pizza - note the use of “adult”, because only three or so kids were interested in anything other than ham, cheese, onion and tomato sauce!!  Most turned up their noses at pineapple, or even chicken.  It seems that perhaps all five year olds and not just my Chynna are F-U-S-S-Y.  The pizzas were a hit, even if my family of four made and ate pizza for the next few evenings.  Chynna was pleased because even though she is fussy about her toppings, she would gladly eat cheese pizza, with a sprinkling of ham every night.


Ryan took all the kids to the park next to our house.  He played the ogre with all the chocolate and lollies and the kids had to steal it from him.  He's just a big kid at heart, so he didn't mind that he got pounced on.  I had some pics of this... but you'll just have to use your imagination - sorry.

Now some observations for you.  Even if your party guests parents hang around at the party, do not expect that they will keep their child under control.  I'm not sure if these parents think staying at the party is the same as leaving the party as far their child's behaviour is concerned, because some parents had no issue with their kids running through the house, crazily climbing play equipment or furniture and generally being annoying little brats.  Did they expect that the hosts would take control of their children, even though they were still at the party?  I know that if Chynna behaved in a similar fashion at a party and didn't desist when asked we would have left the party and probably have missed the next one for good measure.  We had some family members come along and people we consider friends with kids at the party, who commented on the behaviour... so it's not just my high (haha) standards talking either.  C'mon parents, if your child is at a party and you stay - you are not miraculously absolved of any parenting duties while at the party.

My last observation...was that two years ago, when Chynna turned three we had the Cuddly Animal Farm, visit our home. They had a pony for pony rides, and all the usual cute farm animals for kids to hold and pat.  It was a huge party with ridiculous amounts of children between two and eight running amok on our back block.  I remembered as I was in a mad rush to ice the Barbie cake, that I had said to my husband, after the crazy animal farm party that we weren't doing another party at home for a very, very long time, like until Chynna turned 18 and could help us clean up (yes I know, like that's ever gonna happen).  The year after the crazy animal farm party for Chynna's 4th birthday, we had a party at the Fun Station.  I had to prepare a few party sandwiches, cupcakes and some lolly bags, but generally the kids just played on all the climbing equipment and at the end we all went home with no mess to clean up.  But somewhere between that party and this party - the memory of no parties at home for a very very long time failed to be recalled at the appropriate time!

So I am writing it down.  No more parties at home with large numbers of kids for a very, very long time. 

But then again, who could resist a request from faces like these? 

 
Chynna, the little cherub (butter wouldn't melt in her mouth) has the red and white dress on.  It's not a great pic of the cake, but all the good ones have disappeared into the abyss known as my computer.  I was just lucky that I gave a copy of this photo to a friend.

No more parties at home with large numbers of kids for a very, very long time... No more parties at home with large numbers of kids for a very, very long time... No more parties at home with large numbers of kids for a very, very long time.... Please holey MS brain remember.