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January 28, 2012
by Ms K
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Reading other people’s signs

I read a blog post today We Must See Past What it Seems…..It almost had me in tears. I lie, I had tears streaming down my face.

It talks about looking past what you see, behind the masks, reading the signs of what the person is actually telling us.

If the phone isn’t being answered, if they suddenly stop chatting to you the way they used too, it’s all signs, and you have to work out what the sign says.

Sometimes I wish I had a sign. Only, I’m not sure what my sign would say…

“I’m a step-mother, who is seen as a step-monster, but I’m only doing my best.”

“I have a past, but I’m doing my best to fix my future. Be gentle with me.”

“I just want to be loved.”

January 27, 2012
by Ms K
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I’ve just updated my social media Icons, and have to tell you about them! I found them here.

What’s really neat about them is that they are vector, so can be resized to any size that you want them to be! They also have a huge range of them, and you can request more, if they don’t happen to have the ones you want! Yay!

January 27, 2012
by Ms K
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Expectations

You know, my life hasn’t really gone the way I thought it would.

I didn’t expect to get pregnant so quickly when I first started trying.

I didn’t expect to have a miscarriage.

I didn’t expect to have a reflux baby from hell.

I didn’t expect to get separated when my kids were only 1 and 3.

I didn’t expect to fall in love again. Or so quickly.

I didn’t expect to lose friends, over being in love again.

I didn’t expect to question my faith, after being told how to live my life, and that I was doing it all wrong.

I didn’t expect to love, and hate, being a step-mum.

So yeah, I didn’t expect anything in life, and sometimes that’s a good thing.

January 26, 2012
by Ms K
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52 Reasons Why I Love You


What you’ll need:

  • a deck of cards
  • a printer, or paper to write on
  • a hole punch
  • a ribbon, or something to hold it together with.
  • Glue (or scrapbooking sticky stuff)
How to make it:
  • Print out, or hand-write, your 52 reasons for loving your Valentine.
  • Cut each one out.
  • Glue onto the cards. I actually used my scrapbooking sticky tape stuff.

  • Hole punch on the top or side of each card.
  • Thread a ribbon (or similar through)
  • Give to your Valentine and watch the smiles.

I made Mr S a deck of cards, telling him ’52 Reasons I Love You”. A lot of effort, but very simple, and looks really neat. And the smile on his face, totally worth it :)

Idea from here.

January 25, 2012
by Ms K
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It’s Paradise

We get into the car. It’s hot. Sweltering hot.

I tell the kids that I’ll put the air-conditioning on, and then it’ll get cooler.

A few moments later, I say “I can feel the air-conditioning coming through now, can you feel it?”

Declan says with complete sincerity “oh yes mummy, it’s paradise.”

January 24, 2012
by Ms K
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Things I’ve Pinned This Week

Loving Pinterest still!

Source: google.com via Kirsty on Pinterest

 

Love this idea for valentine’s day!

Source: etsy.com via Kirsty on Pinterest

 

Loving this idea for wedding photos. Might start us together holding our engagement photo. Have to get one printed though.

 

This hairstyle is just awesome! Can’t wait to try it! Sock hair here I come!





January 24, 2012
by Ms K
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Tutorial: Coke Bottle Purse

You will need:

  • 2 x 1.5 litre coke bottles (or similar)
  • a zip
  • hot glue gun
  • a knife

How to make it:

  • Cut your bottles off, at the same place, at the bottom of each bottle.
  • Measure your zip, on the inside of the bottle.
  • Cut zip.
  • Sew, or hot glue end of zip so that it won’t come undone.
  • Hot glue into bottles.

Declan has been carrying his everywhere. He’s decorated it with stickers.

Idea from Pinterest.

January 23, 2012
by Ms K
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Underage Facebook User

So many of us have children. And many of us have Facebook. How many of our underage children have Facebook?

Mae is 12, and has Facebook. Originially she has signed up at her mother’s, using a fake name, but real things such as school name, and photos. When we found out, we showed her how we could have tracked her down using Facebook, without even being her friend! She agreed that it was silly to have it set up like that.

We helped her set up a real account, real name, but NO details at all, no school details, nothing that could actually be tracked down. She is now aware of the importance of this aspect of things, something her mother hadn’t talked to her about!

We have certain times she’s allowed on, and she asks before she befriends anyone, the deal is she must know them in real life.

Do you let your underage have an account, and why? What are your rules surrounding it?

January 22, 2012
by Ms K
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Getting Picked Up By The Smurfs

The other day, while looking after the smurfs, Father Smurf called me and told me Bitchy Smurf was 10 mins away, and asked if she could pick them up early. Being nice, I agreed, and I got the smurfs ready. 40 mins later we were still waiting for her.
Tween Smurf was sitting on the couch, saying that she should be waiting upstairs looking out the window or something. I said no, that surely Bitchy Smurf would honk when she got here.
Tween Smurf said that she’d been told off before, that last time Bitchy Smurf picked them up, she had told them off, saying that
she had been waiting for 1/2 an hour before they came out of the house, and that she was about to drive off without them!
Tween Smurf was worried that Bitchy Smurf might be waiting outside without honking, and would drive off without them, and then they’d get in trouble from her.
Suddenly there is a bang on the door (not a polite knock but a bang). I said “Come on Smurfs, that must be Bitchy Smurf.” and opened the door, hiding behind it myself, as Bitchy Smurf doesn’t like me, and let them out.

I started to close the door behind them, and hear Bitchy Smurf saying “Why did it take you so long? You must have known that I was there. It’s not good enough.” and started telling the Smurfs off for not going out sooner.

I open the door and calmly say “Bitchy Smurf, if you just honk when you get here, we’ll know you are here.”

Bitchy Smurf immediately raises her voice, and says “Don’t you get smart with me, Mother Smurf.”

Keeping my cool, I say “I’m not getting smart, if you just honk when you pull up, I’ll send the Smurfs out to you.”

Bitchy Smurf says “You’re not going to intimidate me, like you intimidate the smurfs.”

I say “I’m not trying to intimidate, how are we meant to know you’re here if you don’t honk?”

Bitchy Smurf loses her cool, and proceeds to start yelling, saying “What are you going to do, hit me like you hit the Smurfs?”

I say “Bitchy Smurf, CYFS came here and investigated, and there was no concerns. Don’t be so silly.”

Bitchy Smurf carries on screaming, about how I beat the smurfs up, I obviously have an anger management problem, and at least they would be away from me for a week, and so forth. All of this was in front of the Smurfs.

At this point, I shut the door.