This one was hard to write …

This one was hard to write …

This one post has been written and rewritten more times than I care to count, almost impossibly hard to write. The words have become stuck in my throat, choking me as I try to expel the reality of where we are. I have had people question our motives, or belittle the situation to a flippant and cliché remark. Still we live with this every day and only now are others beginning to respond and see that we need help.

Fifth Anniversary – Wood …

Fifth Anniversary – Wood …

Very soon (next weekend) we will be celebrating our fifth wedding anniversary. Apparently it is wood which brought both hubby and I great amusement as we childishly cackled over all wood related innuendo. We should really know better, but I don’t think we ever got the memo!

Five years in to our marriage and blending of our two families, we are still laughing, kissing, cuddling and holding hands. We still make each other blush and tummy’s go over when we think of each other.

He’s good like that …

He’s good like that …

There have been times in my life when living hand to mouth would have been a luxury. Feeding myself or my daughter was the only choice and I was unhealthily thin living on cigarets and cups of tea. When you have kids you do whatever it takes. You can make a meal out of anything, even if it’s the last crust of bread and some gravy granules!

Written in pen …

Written in pen …

I recently went to the bridal shower of the most lovely young lady from church. She has been through trauma with crohn’s disease and still managed to have the biggest smile on her face.

We had vintage tea cups, plenty of tea, cakes, food and proper belly chuckles at her shower. We were then asked to grab a gift tag and write our marriage advice for the couple. Some pondered and some wrote hilarious anecdotes. Mine was simple … always write date nights in pen!

Dairy Free Baked Oats …

Dairy Free Baked Oats …

Breakfast is the one meal of the day I struggle with the most. Toast becomes boring and there’s only so much you can do with it and I’ve never been a huge cereal fan. The thought of hot porridge churns my stomach, it’s like a bowl of hot stodgy gloop. Yuck! Thankfully this dairy free baked oats recipe is a life saver.

Anyway, I was scouring the t’internet looking for some breakfast ideas that wouldn’t take all morning to prepare and looked appetising.

Seeing red …

Seeing red …

There’s no doubt I have a fiery temper when pushed too far, we’ve all reached that point of seeing red over something, but this is not a post about that. It’s all about my hair!
Yes superficial and shallow though it is, changing ones hair colour can be wildly uplifting, liberating or heart breaking. I’ve experienced all of these in my time of colouring my hair. From white blonde all the way through to Mortisha Addams blue black hair. It’s been pixie cut and all the way down to my waist with all lengths in between.

Pass the coffee …

Pass the coffee …

There are some weeks which just seem to take care of themselves. Then there are those where there just aren’t enough hours in the day to get it all done and you spend your day asking someone to pass the coffee.
This week has definitely been one of those weeks.

Exhaustion …

Exhaustion …

The other week was horrendous in more ways than one. The flu, sinusitis and an inner ear infection have left me at the point of utter exhaustion! I’m still dealing with the aftermath a week later.
Waking up more tired than when I went to bed has made this week beyond challenging. I said to my friend, I know God doesn’t send us more than we are capable of dealing with, but sometimes I feel like calling a time out. I need a few minutes to just pause and catch my breath.