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O Holy Night of Jingle Bombs December 10, 2008

Posted by Mistress B in Christmas, Church Stuff, Community, Family.
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After the assault on our ears committed by Naomi and Widdle Shamrock early this week with their choice of Christmas *ahem* carols I felt that it might be the appropriate time to share some of mine.

Some of my earliest Christmas memories are of sitting upstairs in our church, lit only by candlelight, at midnight mass listening to the choir sing carols.

I remember, and I was only about 4 at the time  sitting, watching,, listening, completely awestruck and thinking that God must live here.

I miss that simplistic faith of my childhood some days but despite the more complicated theology of adulthood I still find that there are often moments where I am sitting in church and and catch myself thinking that God must live here.

Now I’m one of the privileged ones that sings in the choir, who gets to help create atmosphere for others through music but not in a creepy ‘hype you up then lead you to religious fervour’ way like some churches we won’t mention here.

We haven’t had midnight mass for a couple of years because it was too many services for our priest to manage on his own but we still sing carols at the evening vigil mass and at the Christmas morning mass. I’m hoping that this year, now that we have a second priest again that midnight mass might be reintroduced. Having been part of my Christmas tradition for  most of my 35 years it is sorely missed.

Now I’m not going to torture you with some of the all time worst Christmas music as I believe that Naomi and Widdle Shamrock have already done a good enough job of that, instead I’m going to share my favourite traditional carol and my favourite version of it –

Now just to make WS laugh again, and also to appease our tall dark frosty goddess of political incorrectness  Anja,  here is my next favourite Christmas Carol

Somehow I don’t think they’ll let me sing that version in church…….. do you? 😉 lol


Sleeping Beauty? February 19, 2008

Posted by Mistress B in Cancer, Church Stuff, Health, Hysterectomy.
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Fell asleep after tea I did. Could not keep my eyes open for another second and Had. To. Have. a half hour snooze.

Yesterday I helped out at the school canteen for a few hours making lunches for thirty billion people at the swimming carnival. Then I walked down to the chapel (only 2 mins – it’s in the school grounds) for a 1/2 hour of prayer group.

Today I went to bible study and caught up with some g/f’s I hadn’t seen for a while, had my final post op check up (all good and clear yay!) and did SOME of the grocery shopping.

I think part of the problem is that I ran out of iron tablets last week and thought I’d be right without them till today.

Anyhow, I have nothing on for the rest of the week now so should be all rested and energised again soon so that I can regale you with mind numbing stories and hand out some pretty bling to all my pretties.

The Journey. February 15, 2008

Posted by Mistress B in Church Stuff, Community, Family, Friends, Ramblings.
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I have added a new page to my blog.

We had a massive day with the World Youth Day cross, icon and message stick visiting our town. I wanted to blog about it, but I took eleventy billion photo’s and it would have been the most massive post ever so I decided that it was worth giving it it’s own page.

So, go check it out if you are interested and if you aren’t……….. don’t hold it against me that I’m catholic! 😛 lol

Ugh! Not Cricket!! January 18, 2008

Posted by Mistress B in Birthdays, Church Stuff, Family, Finances, Friends, Funny Stuff, Hubby, Kids, Marriage, Miss Lou, Parenting, Ramblings, Relationships, The Ex, TJ.
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I know I mustn’t be terribly Australian for saying this……….. but I cannot stand watching cricket on telly!! Cricket on telly is however, my hubby’s idea of a good night in. Perhaps it is uncharitable of me, but after the day I’ve had, having to indulge my spouse’s cricket fetish is NOT on my list of things to do.

Today we had planned a morning of horse-riding with friends, followed by an early birthday party/BBQ at the pool for lunch before we spent the afternoon doing a little shopping and some errands before going to church for Miss Lou to make her First Reconciliation and Eucharist then dropping her out to her grandparents house. Miss Lou needs to do the sacraments as she will be going to a Catholic boarding school and the freak is a catholic hating pentecostal so she hasn’t had the chance to do them before now.

The day started out well. Sure I overslept by half an hour, but I still managed to get out the front door on time, smelling nice, looking put together and with nearly everything I needed for the day’s outings (including jackets). We picked up everyone on time and met up with the friends we were going horse-riding with on time and got out to the farm we were going riding at on time……… and the day just went downhill from there. I think Murphy was hitchhiking in my car cos boy was it a fucked up day.

While riding around on the back of a ute helping bring the horses down to the house yard to be saddled up, TJ decided that his glasses were too loose and took them off, putting them in his shirt pocket. We have no idea which paddock he may have been in when he dropped them, we looked for an hour, but stuffed if we could find the bastard things and he can’t freakin well see properly without them! He couldn’t enjoy his ride after that because his blurry vision from the back of the horse was freaking him out, poor kid.

So we headed back into town, late, to try to meet up with some other friends and family we’d invited to our lunch pool party. It decided to rain on us though cooling down further what was already a cool-ish day. We ended up vetoing the swimming, instead opting for a sausage sizzle at a park from which we could bolt if the heavens decided to really open up. While I was getting our meat from the car, one of the other older kids turned on the BBQ plate to heat up. TJ didn’t realise it was on and put his hand on it. Yes. Oh shit!!

So I’m making this huge puddle in the middle of the park with the tap running sticking his hand under it while trying to find someone with a mobile phone with credit on it so I can get hold of my mother to come look after my other children. After 20 minutes it’s still stinging him like buggery and beginning to blister so I pack him into the car and take him to the doctors surgery (after giving him a panadol and a sausage sandwich – can’t go to the doctors hungry!).

Now you need to know we are in a small town, so we don’t have doctors at our hospital. The local doctors all do rotations on call and check on their patients at the hospital, but are not based in the hospital, so quite often if you go to casualty for something reasonably minor on a weekday, they will send you down to the doctor’s surgery. I thought I’d cut out the middle man and went straight to the surgery. We walk in, explain the situation and the receptionist says “Oh, they’re all out to lunch and won’t be back till after two, so we really can’t help you.” I’m thinking…….. “that’s it? You aren’t even sorry you can’t help me? You can’t offer to help me make him comfortable while we wait then fit him in first thing when they all get back you fucking cow cos-can’t-you-see-my-son-is-in-pain?”. But I didn’t say any of that, I simply said “Of course bloody not” as I walked back out the door and drove him to casualty.

At casualty the nurse had a basin of water out for TJ to sit his hand in before I’d even finished explaining to the security guard why we were there. Of course, they had to track the doctor down from her lunch and we had to wait for her to come to the hospital, so it took us a few hours to get out of there, but at least they made him comfortable during the wait and checked on him regularly. (His burn isn’t too bad, but needed to be dressed properly because of the blistering and risk of infection. We have to go get it checked again and redressed on Monday.)

When we get out of the hospital it’s raining (not just spitting and drizzling). It’s also hubby’s knock off time, so we go pick him up thinking he might take the news of the missing $312 glasses better if he’s not cold and wet. Needless to say he was none too pleased despite his respite from the cold and wet. Meantime I know that there are people trying to track me down about confirming the arrangements for church that night, and I don’t have time to try to track them down in return.

So finally I make it back to my mother’s to pick up the other children that I abandoned left in her care to take TJ to get medical attention. We finally have the birthday cake that Miss Lou has been looking forward to for the past two weeks then have to rush off to finish up some last minute errands before the close of business hours……… but wait…….. there’s more. As we are leaving my mother’s house the car won’t start. I have power, I have clicking sounds that indicate the power is getting to the starter motor, but no actual engine turning over. Shit!! And this car is tricky for sticking a screwdriver into the starter motor without giving yourself a buzz! I finally got it to turn (after punching the steering wheel which Miss Lou thinks fixed the problem lol) and then was hardly game to turn the engine off when we got down the street. But I persevered and it didn’t play up again.
Finally, we got everything done without further incident, dropped Miss Lou out to her grandparent’s farm and went back home expecting my loving husband to provide me with comfort and sympathy and hoping like hell that he’d started tea. He was planted firmly on the lounge watching the damn cricket and not interested at all in my grumbling. Sigh……………… So I think I can be forgiven tonight of all nights for not wanting to know about the bloody cricket!!

Note: In positive news, I managed to rearrange some bill payments to free up (hopefully) enough money to replace the glasses before the start of school, TJ finished the last chapter in his book tonight, Miss Moo helped to cook tea cos she loves her mummy and I found some woodstocks in the fridge just waiting to be drank! lol

Can A Mother Get Any Privacy? December 18, 2007

Posted by Mistress B in Cancer, Car, Church Stuff, Fire, Funny Stuff, Hysterectomy, Kids, TJ.
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No I’m not talking about going to the loo or having a shower without an audience. I’m talking about just living my day to day life.

Can a mother get any privacy in which to stuff up, make mistakes, have accidents and be stupid without it being splashed all over town?

Apparently not.

I have had members of not one but two churches and half the school praying for my fast recovery from my cancer scare last year, my hysterectomy this year and various other ailments. (Not that I don’t appreciate the prayers cos I really do). 

I’ve had people at the school that I only know to say hello to ask me about our move or wish me happy birthday.

And I’ve had virtual strangers ask me about stuff that just gobsmacked me.

My son (God love him) loves to pray and his class has prayer time every morning (the kids go to a catholic school). He prays about anything and everything that pops into his ever loving little head. Obviously he is a little too young yet to realise that mum might be embarrassed to have so many little people praying for the health of her cervix or other womanly bits and pieces. And of course from there things zip around the school and then the parish at light speed. It’s faster than taking out on add in the school newsletter or parish bulletin!

And lets not forget show and tell……… today he took in part of the broken grill from our car that I picked up off the road after we hit the frickin roo the other day. Sigh.  I’m sure that he would have taken some of the burnt debris from the fire the other week in too had he been able fit it in his bag.

He’s just this year learnt some modesty and stopped with the nuddie runs all over the house. Hopefully soon he’ll learn the concept of privacy too so I can stuff up, make mistakes, have accidents and be stupid without being also being embarrassed because every man and his dog knows about it! 

TJ The Reconcilliation Sheep Terrorist December 5, 2007

Posted by Mistress B in Church Stuff, Funny Stuff, TJ.
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TJ is involved in the sacramental programme at our church this year. He is doing his First Reconciliation.

Every week he is given a home sheet with activities on it for him to work through and a sheep for him to colour in and bring back the next week to be placed on a large poster in the church.

The first week’s sheep was rainbow coloured.

The second week’s sheep was black.

The third week’s sheep was covered in cotton wool.

Then we get to the fourth week. By this time TJ is starting to look for new idea’s for decorating his sheep………… so he shot it! I’m betting it was the first ever reconciliation sheep with a bullet hole in its side and blood everywhere.

God help the fifth and sixth sheep!