Archive for May, 2008

Waking Children Part 2

Your next lesson in child waking courtesy of the PSLS.

1. Check that your mobile phone number has been allocated the loudest and most annoying incoming caller tone available on your landline handset.

2. Sneak into a child bedroom and hide the home phone handset somewhere not immediately apparent to sleep befuddled minds.

3. Sneak back out to the living room and use your mobile to ring the home phone number.

4. Laugh yourself silly as you child stumbles around their bedroom trying to find the source of the noise while muttering child curses under their breath at you.


11 comments May 31, 2008

The War Of The Cats and Bunny Birthday!

God PSLS’s cat is dumb!

I don’t know why but Coal and Sox have decided that they really don’t like each other at all. Everytime they pass each other in the hall way they hiss and spit. Every now and then we get a full blown cat fight.

But this morning…………….. picture this in your mind if you will……… one of them is already outside, the other inside. They are both on the window sill of CJ’s bedroom, one inside, one outside. Coal is going nuts hissing and spitting and trying to claw Sox who is doing his damndest to just sit there looking innocent. I’m sure he was giggling himself silly at her on the inside, but I just can’t for the life of me figure how she thought she could get him through the window pane!

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And in other news our Tall Dark Frosty One, Anja for the uninitiated, is off gallivanting around the countryside to visit her chocolate bunny for his birthday. So just in case they take a break from the birthday bonking madness, you’d best all head over to her blog to wish him a very happy bunny birthday! …………………. and don’t forget to leave her a few comments too……………. she didn’t request leave and you all know what that means ;)


7 comments May 30, 2008

Afternoon of Happy.

I had a great afternoon with our cadets today. Our cadet brigade are 17 secondary students from the local high school who are doing introductory firefighting training with us instead of sport for a term.

After they all donned their yellows (protective gear) we hauled them into the training room for a quick theory session. The kids rolled their eyes, resigned themselves to being bored, slumped in their seats and warily eyed their supervising teacher while praying that he wouldn’t be teaching it again after getting all technical science teachery on them the first week. They were in luck. I was teaching theory today.

I pop quizzed them on the fire triangle, praised them profusely and introduced the new material. I asked them questions about topography and used their answers to draw a lovely little diagram. Then I explained the three types of fire that will burn through our little drawing, told them jokes that had them all laughing, pop quizzed them again and attempted to hustle them out of the room. It took all of ……… oh……….. five minutes. The kids were still sitting in their chairs trying to get their heads around the fact that they hadn’t sat there long enough to get bored as I’m dividing them into crews and giving them their instructions on what they are doing for the rest of the afternoon. It was great. I am an awesome cadet instructor!!

We split them into three crews. One crew for each truck and one crew on the portable pump and sent them off with their instructors to learn about pumping. We had them coupling and uncouple hoses and nozzles, operating the pump, using hand signals to communicate and knocking over witches hats with water streams aimed into the paddock next door. They got wet, they got covered in mud and they had a ball.

It was interesting too. We’ve had a couple of the ones that we pegged early on as potentially being a handful already drop out. The kids are all really polite because they are interested. They are starting to get used to us using adult learning techniques with them instead of a more classroom style teaching and are starting to interact with us more in terms of asking questions, making suggestions and taking a guess. The girls are worrying less about their fingernails breaking and their clothes getting dirty. The boys are worrying less about looking cool and are letting their enthusiasm show.

Some of our cadets are having such a great time that they have applied to our brigade for junior membership. One young fella has been showing up for about a month now. A very quiet, somewhat shy young man. Until a fortnight ago. A fortnight ago I got him to use the radio during brigade training and had a bit of a joke with him. Then during cadets a few days later he was quite confident using the radio during our hazard reduction demo. He was working with my crew and had obviously decided he was comfortable with me so was quite a bit more chatty than I’d been used to. Today he was downright cheeky! He’s obviously gotten his confidence up, decided that the station is a comfort zone and had no hesitation in giving me crap when I buggered up a valve direction. It was great! Nothing like watching a teen come out of their shell. Was a pity I had to later ask him to tone it down.

I just can’t have the cadets thinking they can give me crap whenever they feel like it. I don’t mind a joke, I try to keep things pretty light, but the cadets are a much larger group than our juniors, if they all decided that they were free to muck around as much as they liked it would be bedlam. We just simply don’t have the time with the cadets to get to know the kids well and let them get to know us well to define what is ok so need to keep a tighter reign. I know that I can tell this particular young bloke ‘enough, get on with your job’ and he will, but I also know that some of the others wouldn’t. He was worried for a moment that he’d done something wrong when I started to explain, but I think he was fine with it when I’d finished, especially after I jokingly threatened to have him wash and roll muddy hoses all night at brigade training next week lol

At the end of the afternoon everyone was happy. The cadets were happy with what they had achieved, we were happy with how the cadets had applied themselves and I was happy that my toes weren’t killing me from being inside my boots for the afternoon!


9 comments May 28, 2008

Just so you know

I have to go show a bunch of kids how to use a pump on a fire truck.

Need to wear boots.

Foot ain’t gonna like this.

As you were.


6 comments May 28, 2008

Screw Up Tuesday

Well obviously you can’t get a much bigger screw up than dropping an axe on your own foot. And I did promise a pic of my undressed foot. So here it is in all it’s gruesome glory.

Yes it hurts like a mofo. And I’m now convinced that the two stitched up toes are also broken.

So what did you do this week past? You didn’t have to hurt yourself in spectacular style like my good self, but I’d feel a lot better to hear about ya’ll screwing up too :P

Leave a comment and I’ll add your link

Widdle Shamrock

Gemisht

Leigh from Crazy Meezer

Alice

You’re next!


27 comments May 27, 2008

Simple Pleasures Sunday

One of the simplest pleasures I think is watching my children reaching important milestones in their spiritual growth.

CJ with her sponsor A at her confirmation last weekend.

TJ at his First Holy Communion celebration today.

Some of the 60 odd paper flowers I made to decorate the church hall with today - the kids stripped them off the tables and were running around with them in their hair lol

The aftermath of the Balloon prank. They had just as much fun popping them all as I did blowing  them up!

TJ’s beloved Bulldogs Footy! Which he was ABSOLUTELY stoked with! He slept with it, took it to school for news and has  played with it every day. :)


6 comments May 25, 2008

Scaring the Salesmen.

Yesterday I was caught out by a very slick salesperson.

She showed up  on  my doorstep with her bouncy blonde pony tail just bubbling with innocent effervescence about the ‘new’ ‘carpet cleaning company’ that was ‘just starting up in the area’ and how they weren’t trying to sell anything, just looking to promote their company by offering free cleaning of one room. Before I even realised what was going on she had effortlessly confirmed our address, wiggled my name out of me and booked in a crew to ‘clean our biggest room’. All they asked in return, she said on her way out the door, was to recommend them to my friends.

It was only after she left that I managed to get a good look at the flyer she handed me and saw in very small print the name ‘Kirby‘.

Shit!

I am sooooooooo not interested in spending thousands on a vacuum that does no better job at ‘washing’ the carpets than the $32 hire machine from Woolies.

But then I figured I’d let them have a go at the stain near the TV unit before I hustled them back out the door.

Unfortunately I dropped the axe on my foot 10 minutes before they showed up. Mum wasn’t sitting through their spiel so told them to bugger off. They told her they’d be back today.

And back today they were.

The salesman arrives and is introduced to me by his manager. He thanks me for the opportunity to demonstrate the product for me as it is earning him points towards a prize (an all expenses paid trip to Las Vegas).  He is irritating me right off the bat by constantly addressing me as ‘Miss Bettina’. I’m not an American southern bell that needs a ‘Miss’ in front of her name FFS! Then he starts telling me how my Dyson is designed to break after a few years,  then about this secret filter that apparently they don’t make obvious then use as an excuse to void your warranty blah blah blah which I just smiled and nodded at. They’ve obviously taught them to scare people off Dyson since the last time I saw the Kirby show!

After getting some of his ‘Kirby-is-so-much-better-than-Dyson’ shtick out of the way he gets about the business of vacuuming my living room. He first uses my Dyson which is still sucking a lot of dirt out of our ancient carpets. He then goes over it again with the Kirby which didn’t pick up very much at all in comparison to my Dyson or the other demo’s we’ve seen. Proof positive that the Dyson is doing it’s job. He’s explaining about the vibration technology that ‘lifts’ the dirt from under the carpet blah blah blah. I’m sitting there looking at the dirt on the pieces of black material that they use for demo’s and thinking “The dirt around our house isn’t quite that colour or texture”. It really made me wonder.

Then he vac’s part of the lounge and displays the *shock horror* dead skin cells. I’m meantime trying to figure out where the hell the cat hair is.  There was none.  None at all. None in the carpet samples, none on the lounge sample. With three cats in the house if my vacuum is so shit there should have been cat hair in his dirt samples. More proof in my mind that my Dyson is doing it’s job and doing it well. That, or the dirt on his sample cloths isn’t from my house at all, but sneakily put in there by him to aid the demo.

Then he starts telling me that dead skin cells and dust mites and all those dust mite legs and heads and bodies and stuff cause all asthma by which time I’m inwardly rolling my eyes and trying not to laugh at his ignorance.  He continues to expand on this point telling me that they are the cause of all asthma, bronchitis and sinus problems and did I know they Kirby are built by the asthma foundation? Meantime he keeps asking me if I find that scary and really hones in on that “any doctor will tell you what I’ve said is true” and then tries to tell me that any newborn exposed to this will develop asthma by the time they are Tom’s age. Then he asked if anyone had asthma and starts telling Tom that when he finds it hard to breathe he should just go outside cos it’s the dead skin cells and dust mites inside that are making it hard for him to breathe at which point I told him to pack up and get out of my house.

He was quite stunned. I told him that I didn’t appreciate heavy handed sales scare tactics that preyed on people’s fears and he genuinely looked perplexed. Poor kid. He had no idea - he was just doing what he was told and he was so earnest about it, but damn! The sales pitch they are showing the kids is repulsive. He kept apologising for offending or scaring me. I tried explaining to him that I just didn’t like the sales spiel, that if he wanted to show me how good the product was that he should be doing it on the merits of the product, not by trying to scare the crap out of me with false or inaccurate information, but he obviously didn’t get my point and I was too off my face on painkillers to be bothered explaining to him exactly why I found his sales pitch so ridiculous.

What really ticked me off though was the dodgy advice he was giving TJ. As most parents of an asthmatic child knows there are many things that can trigger asthma. TJ’s triggers are colds & flu and changes in the temp/weather. I have noticed that he tends to be more susceptible to asthma if his diet has been out of whack, but that on it’s own won’t trigger an attack. To sit there and tell my son that his home is making him sick and to simply go outside was ludicrous, especially when cold night air would make an attack worse. The idea that they are telling other people to do such things who may not be as informed as I am was horrifying not to mention irresponsible. The implication to parents  that it is their fault their children have asthma because they have not before had the tools to clean their house properly is replusive.

I have searched the Kirby website. There is nothing about being approved for asthmatics on it. You would think that if they were actually a company whose product was endorsed by Asthma foundations that there would be some kind of reference to this fact. Nope. Nadda. Not even on the page that talks about their supa dupa hepa filtration system.

Meantime if you go over to the Dyson website, they have a page containing asthma information including how their product will help you manage asthma in your home, but also links to reputable national asthma organisations and to the Sensitive Choice programme website - a programme that lists recommended appliances for helping to manage asthma in the home. Kirby isn’t listed there by the way. *snicker* .

And I didn’t even give them the chance to explain to me how many thousands of dollars this ‘you beaut’ product was going to cost me, chaining me into debt for many years to come as the price of my guilt and fear for giving my children asthma. *rolls eyes*

So this all just leaves one question. Why would a company with such a ‘good’ product need to badmouth it’s competitors, misrepresent it’s affiliations, spread false information about medical conditions, inflict guilt on parents and employ scare tactics?

I think the answer is pretty obvious.

Because they are as dodgy as all get out.

I don’t think I’ll be recommending their product to any of my friends.


17 comments May 24, 2008

A Chopping Good Time

You are not going to believe what I’ve done to myself this time.

Sigh.

Or maybe you will.

But it’s still all the PSLS’s fault!

Really.

It is.

He broke the axe earlier this week and that’s why it’s his fault.

He has been away most of the week and hasn’t had a chance to fix it so I was fiddling with the axe seeing if I could get what was left of the old handle out of the axe head so I could put the new handle in. Managed that fine despite me whinging at my husband not ten minutes earlier that he ‘couldn’t possibly expect me to fix the bloody thing myself when I didn’t know where his tools where and why couldn’t he f’ing well take care of these things himself occasionally cos I was sick of having to be the man around the house as well as the wife and just cos I ‘could’ do something doesn’t absolve him of responsibility around the house.’

Fiddled a bit more trying to get the new handle to fit.

Dropped the axe………….It just slipped right out of my fingers, like in slow motion.

Landed on my foot.

Blade side down.

I wasn’t wearing shoes cos I wasn’t actually chopping wood.

Now before you all flinch and start vomiting from imagining my toes being chopped off all over the place, my toes are all still attached.

They are just sliced up some.

On first glance I didn’t think that they were cut too badly either. I walked back inside past all the kids asking me what was wrong (CJ reckoned I looked like I’d seen a ghost) and went to the bedroom to have a look without setting off mass panic and it was then that I saw how badly the cuts were gaping on two of my toes and realised I’d need stitching up. I called my mum and told her I’d had an accident and needed her to come round straight away to mind the kids. Then my foot started hurting and I realised that I was not going to be able to drive myself to the hospital and that I might soon need some decent drugs so I called an ambulance. When I hung up from them PSLS rang to see if I’d fixed the axe yet. I told him yeah, I’d fixed it good by bashing it with my toes and that I’d be back to finish the job as soon as I got stitched up and hung up on him. You can see how this is all his fault can’t you?

Then I wandered back out to the living room with a towel wrapped around my foot to explain to the kids what was going to happen.

The boys wanted to look. CJ thought she was going to be sick. I was just keeping as much pressure as I could on things by this time to ease the throbbing pain.

Mum showed up followed shortly after by the ambulance that the boys had gone out the front to wave down. The ambo’s checked me out, replaced my towel with a dressing and helped me hobble out to the ambulance where they proceeded to let the boys play with the lights while they filled in some paperwork.

You’ll notice that I’m saying ‘boys’ not just ‘TJ’. It was the night of TJ’s slumber party, so instead of one boy, I had three. Man! What a story are they all going to have to tell at school on Monday!

I get up to the hospital and after an hour and a half wait am seen by the on call doctor. He was a little worried about tendon damage, but after a bit of prodding and poking and pushing he decided that I was ok and just needed some stitching. A lovely young student doctor did the stitching (under careful guidance). I have 3 stitches in one toe and 2 in another. A small cut on my big toe and it also just caught the tip of my 4th toe which now has a flap of skin hanging that they think will fall off.

Ready for a pic?

You’ll have to excuse the quality, I’m off my face on painkillers you see.

I can’t show you the stitches cos I didn’t have a camera with me in casualty. I’ll take a pic in a few days when the dressing comes off to show you all if you are good.

Now.

The question is.

How the fuck do I explain this to everyone’s mothers? Freak accident or the best party trick ever?


21 comments May 24, 2008

Why Aunt Tina?

I babysat my four year old nephew E yesterday.

It was interesting.

My kids were never quite that bad with the eternal question ‘why?’.

Where are your kids? Why are they at school? Why does the bell ring? Why is that the time Aunt Tina?

Where is your car? Why is it over here? Is your car blue? Why do you have blue toenails Aunt Tina?

Why don’t you have a car seat for me in your car? Are your kids all growed up now? Why did they growed up Aunt Tina?

Why do you have lots of transformers? Why did you get that footy? Why did you take them to school? Why did you get them for your birthday? (to TJ)

Who are you? What are you doing? Why are you pruning dem? (to our elderly neighbour)

It was also very edumactaional.

Why do you need a new axe handle? What do you do with the axe? Do we chop people? We can chop people and glue them back together with my magic glue.

Do you know my Grandma? I have one grandma and one nanny. Nah your nanny isn’t the same as my nanny. My nanny died. My nanny was old and the dinosaurs ate her. My nanny got sick, then she got old and then she died and that’s when the dinosaurs ate her cos dinosaurs eat you when you get old and sick and then you die. I got sick but I wasn’t old and I didn’t die and the dinosaurs didn’t eat me.

I’m sure my MIL will be pleased to know that her grandson thinks she’s dead, eaten and mere dinosaur poop! LMAO


10 comments May 23, 2008

Weak Evidence Aye?

I was visiting at my mother’s house yesterday to read all her junk mail cos ours didn’t get delivered over the weekend and to read her newspapers cos I was too lazy to go and buy  my own when she mentioned to me that UK is going to start phasing out artificial food colourings and did I know that there were colours in Tim Tam’s and that some australian idiot thinks this isn’t a problem.

I laughed.

She laughed.

We both then made some dark, bitter, sarcastic comments and laughed together.

Food intolerances are a HUGELY misunderstood thing.

I went looking online for news articles relating to the story.

I found the UK study

I found this article containing some responses from a representative of the Food Standards Australia and New Zealand, a Ms Buchtmann, where she said that the study was ‘interesting’ but that the evidence was very ‘weak’.

She went on to say ‘the findings could still be useful for parents of children with attention deficit hyperactivity disorder (ADHD) to help manage their child’s condition.’

I’m confused. Does she think hyperactivity only occurs in children with ADHD?

Does she think that intolerances to food additives only occur in children with ADHD?

BAAAAHAAAAHAAAAAA

No. Really.

BAAAAHAAAAHAAAAAA

Cos my kids don’t have ADHD.

Two of my three are intolerant to food colourings.

IT. IS. NOT. JUST. A. PROBLEM. FOR. PARENTS. OF. ADHD. CHILDREN.

Kids can be hyperactive without having ADHD.

Kids can be intolerant to food colourings without having ADHD.

Knowledge of the effects that additives have on children is useful for EVERYONE!

Knowledge of the potential effects these additives could have on their children might make parents think twice about what they feed their children. More selective consumers means more products tailored to meet their needs. More products available that are additive free means less of a headache for parent’s of children who are affected.

Parent’s like me.

Party food in our house when we first started down this road consisted of some fruit, white jelly beans, milk bottles & preservative free lemonade after preservative free sausages on preservative free bread. Sound like fun? Our kids thought so. Their visitors often did not……. But I’m sure their parent’s did when they didn’t have to pick up a hyper child. Merely excited children are  much easier to calm.

Of course these days we have lollies from The Natural Confectionery Company readily available, found a few other suitable options and have an increased tolerance that  allows some laxing of the party food rules.

But.

School parties. Other kid’s birthday parties. The stuff nightmares are made of.

We belong to the kids-who-take-their-own-food club because I would prefer not to have to deal with my children bouncing off walls for the next few days, not being able to think clearly for weeks,  having sleep disturbances or worse, asthma.

And this is just a few of the things the colourings can trigger. Then on top of that my lot also have problems with salicylates. Thankfully we don’t also have allergies to dairy, wheat and gluten like some others that I know of.

Food Standards Australia New Zealand have a ‘fact sheet‘ on their website relating to the topic where they allow that that ‘adverse reactions to foods and food additives occur in a small proportion of the population.’

I would suggest that the proportion is much bigger than they are willing to admit and that despite the so called ‘low doses’ used in our foods that the accumulative effect is the same and parent’s have enough to deal with trying to sort out intolerances and allergies to naturally occurring food chemicals.

We need to get this crap out of our kids food and we need to do it soon.

Get creative people.

Food does not have to be every shade and hue available. Rainbows are for looking at not eating.


14 comments May 22, 2008

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