BM-I Don't Care

Ikea Me!

noreply@blogger.com (Lady Fabulous) — Thu, 09 Feb 2012 23:37:00 +0000

Y'know how I've got Rocketfuel links all over the place? Well, apart from being an affiliate, I also sometimes get offered ad campaigns! When I first signed up I was all, 'I'm not gonna just do every campaign I'm offered, I wanna keep mah blogtegrity (totally a word) blah blah'. But it just so happens that the first campaign they've sent me is freakin' ROCKING, and I am totally up for spruiking them. Why? Coz I love their meatballs.

Seriously, who doesn't love IKEA? I do room makeovers in my head when I look at the yearly catalogue, and pray for more advertisers on my blog to be able to pay for it. A lot more.

Check out what IKEA did for this family - pimping out 4 rooms in the house for them! They send their experts in, the experts take all your junk out, fill the room with IKEA goodness, and then put everything back. I was gobsmacked by the laundry room, could really have used the kids room when I was growing up, NEED the adults bedroom now that we're back at Mum's, and loved the study - if I had a study like that, I'd blog more, I'm sure of it ;)

Check 'em out for yourself! They're all little youtube vids, each only 1 minute long. Watch, and let the jealousy ensue!

Laundry room
Kids room
Adults room
Study

*This is a Rocketfuel sponsored post, for which I am being monetarily reimbursed with money and cash. All words are my own because seriously - do you think if they'd written them they'd be this unprofessional?!

Dude, I was checking out QLD for a competition and they totally have a 4 HOUR CHOCOLATE MASSAGE - so everyone who though they had a chance at this comp, fahgeddaboudit!

noreply@blogger.com (Lady Fabulous) — Thu, 09 Feb 2012 08:23:00 +0000

So Nuffnang and Tourism Queensland are doing this competition at the moment, and all you've gotta do is do a post about how you'd soak up some Vitamin Me in QLD - see what I did there? And I figured I can do that pretty easy, and I could really use some Vitamin Me right about now because I'm pretty sure that, like my bank balance, it's overdrawn. So here's what I'd do -

First of all, I'd buy an extra ticket on the plane, making 3 in total, so Professor and I can totally spread out. Either that or REALLY splash out and go first class all the way, baby!

We'd stay somewhere cheap on the Gold Coast, preferably with a full kitchen or at least a microwave, so we can save accommodation money and stay longer and see more things. Y'know, somewhere like Best Western. Don't get me wrong, we're gonna take the opportunity to build up our Vitamin US as well, which will mean date nights to places like the Australian Outback Spectacular, for Aussie food and a show, or Andiamo at Jupiters Hotel & Casino to have an entire meal of their amazing starters. And who could go to Surfers Paradise and not go to Hard Rock Cafe - 'twould be a travesty!

In between going on date nights and being all swanky, we're totes gonna get our inner child on and go to the theme parks - Dreamworld, Sea World, Movie World, Wet'n'Wild and Ripley's Believe It Or Not Odditorium, which Professor doesn't know about yet but will get all toddler tantrummy about if he sees a sign and we DON'T go.

To finish all that off, I think we're gonna need some relaxing! So I would book Ripple's Massage to come out to our apartment, and I'll be honest with you, I'm probably gonna go with the 4 hour pamper session for both of us. If you're gonna do something lush, do it RIGHT, right?! I'm looking at their 'menu' right now, and they have a fricken' 4 hour CHOCOLATE massage session, where they massage you with chocolate oil and then give you a box of chocolates afterwards - dude, I'd WALK to the Gold Coast for that!

Despite how long I procrastinated about it, this post was actually really easy to write, because of Tourism Queensland's website. You can go through and see everything, and add it to your holiday list, which it totally keeps track of for you!

So I'm kinda hoping that no-one else enters, because now that I've said all this, I'm pretty sure there'll be some teeth gnashing and garment rending if I don't actually get to do it. Pwease?

You Deserve Strength

noreply@blogger.com (Lady Fabulous) — Tue, 07 Feb 2012 04:23:00 +0000

"An Absolutely Ordinary Rainbow"

The word goes round Repins, the murmur goes round Lorenzinis, at Tattersalls, men look up from sheets of numbers, the Stock Exchange scribblers forget the chalk in their hands and men with bread in their pockets leave the Greek Club:

There's a fellow crying in Martin Place. They can't stop him.

The traffic in George Street is banked up for half a mile and drained of motion. The crowds are edgy with talk and more crowds come hurrying. Many run in the back streets which minutes ago were busy main streets, pointing:

There's a fellow weeping down there. No one can stop him.

The man we surround, the man no one approaches simply weeps, and does not cover it, weeps not like a child, not like the wind, like a man and does not declaim it, nor beat his breast, nor even sob very loudly — yet the dignity of his weeping holds us back from his space, the hollow he makes about him in the midday light, in his pentagram of sorrow, and uniforms back in the crowd who tried to seize him stare out at him, and feel, with amazement, their minds longing for tears as children for a rainbow.

Some will say, in the years to come, a halo or force stood around him. There is no such thing. Some will say they were shocked and would have stopped him but they will not have been there. The fiercest manhood, the toughest reserve, the slickest wit amongst us trembles with silence, and burns with unexpected judgements of peace. Some in the concourse scream who thought themselves happy. Only the smallest children and such as look out of Paradise come near him and sit at his feet, with dogs and dusty pigeons.

Ridiculous, says a man near me, and stops his mouth with his hands, as if it uttered vomit — and I see a woman, shining, stretch her hand and shake as she receives the gift of weeping; as many as follow her also receive it, and many weep for sheer acceptance, and more refuse to weep for fear of all acceptance, but the weeping man, like the earth, requires nothing, the man who weeps ignores us, and cries out of his writhen face and ordinary body not words, but grief, not messages, but sorrow, hard as the earth, sheer, present as the sea — and when he stops, he simply walks between us mopping his face with the dignity of one man who has wept, and now has finished weeping.

Evading believers, he hurries off down Pitt Street.

Les Murray

When I write about my anxiety, my depression, my miscarriages, it never ceases to amaze me how many people tell me that they thought they were the only one who felt that way. Some tell me that they learned not to reach out; they stood in the middle of their families as it were, weeping, and their families just watched. So they stopped weeping, they stopped saying things weren't okay. And everyone was happy again. Except the weeper of course, because of the effort of keeping the weeping in.

I would, and have, walked up to people in the street who didn't seem to be coping. A lot of the time I get brushed back with a weak 'Oh yes, I'm fine'. I hate that word, fine. Fine is a learned behaviour. It means you're anything but fine, but it's not socially acceptable to admit it.

When I was 15 I was friends with a woman in my congregation - she was married, twice my age I think, with a baby. I walked to her house once, just to visit, coz I loved her and her bub so much. When I knocked, she didn't answer the door. I knocked again, and then rang her, leaving a message that I had tried to visit. As I walked down the driveway, she opened the front door and called me back. I walked inside, still not suspecting anything, and casually asked how she was. And when she burst into tears in front of me, I stepped forward and hugged her. I didn't know what else to do. I still don't know why she was crying. But that hug was awesome; it went on forever as she sobbed, and when she finished and finally pulled away, she didn't make any attempt to apologise or laugh it off, she just looked at me and said, 'thank you'.

Don't be afraid to ask if someone's okay.

Don't be afraid to say you're not okay.

Don't be afraid to fiercely hug, or be the huggee.

You deserve strength, both inside and around you. So take it, and make it.

And then I changed my mind again. Y'all should be used to that by now, right?

noreply@blogger.com (Lady Fabulous) — Sat, 04 Feb 2012 20:56:00 +0000

So, yeah, not closin' down the blog. Was inundated with emails and DM's about how there are apparently other people out there like me who think and feel the same things, and that somehow I'm a comfort to them. And then I also had a couple of good/manic days and had SO many funny things to talk about, until I realised I wasn't blogging anymore and then I kinda got bummed out again. And then I spent hours reading The Bloggess' back catalogue which put me in mind of so many posts I could do here, and also why I'm talking erratically and in one long sentence.

Totally not doing advertising anymore though. I've decided I hate it. Based on previous history, that stance will probably last all of 2 weeks though. But seriously, I'm sick of looking at stats and updating media kits and worrying about what to post coz it's been so long since I posted and what time of day to post to make sure the most amount of people see it and BLAH BLAH BLAH.

I will make one concession to those who think I just need to cheer up - posts about my mental state will come with a disclaimer at the top. The disclaimer means that if you're sick of hearing me whine, don't read this post. If you choose to read the post AND comment, your comment must only be nice and supportive and possibly filled with kittens sliding down rainbows, or I will delete it. You've been warned.

So, let the insanity continue!

The End of BM-I Don't Care

noreply@blogger.com (Lady Fabulous) — Tue, 31 Jan 2012 07:27:00 +0000

Ages between posts, I know. I was lucky enough to receive what I'm sure was supposed to be an encouraging email - unfortunately being yelled at over email just isn't quite the help I'm looking for at the moment.What made it even better was that it came from a member of my own family, so that was awesome.

Here's a public service announcement for y'all - Tough Love can go 3 ways. 1) It'll magically work; 2) It'll leave them horrified, suspended in their neuroses and anxieties for weeks, unable to accomplish anything; and 3) It'll make them more determined to kill themselves, if only to prove how much easier everything would be without them. For the person who sent that email - and I know they read this blog, they made a big deal of that fact - I went from an immediate 3 to a 2 when 3 didn't work.

It is not my intention to compare damage here. I don't think people ever can - damage is subjective, as is the way we deal with it. But I'm sick of getting emails and messages from people who think they have any idea what I'm going through when they make no attempt to actually ASK.

For that reason, I'm shutting down BM-I Don't Care in a week. It is no longer a vent space for me, it is no longer enjoyable. I've written a dozen posts in the last 2 weeks, and haven't been able to hit 'publish' because of these 2 people, and that only makes me hate myself more.

I didn't even want to write this post, but I wanted to convey one last message - Tough Love DOES NOT WORK. It has far more of a chance of NOT working than it does of doing anything remotely helpful. If you have a person in your life who needs help, and you're getting sick of hearing their whinging or problems or just plain sick of them - man up, and just cut them off. You don't hafta make a big deal of it, just stop reading their stuff. Unfriend them on Facebook. Don't read their blog. Whatever you do though, don't email them and tell them how stupid and childish they are being, don't tell them to just shut up and get some help. Just stay the hell out of it, coz you're not being any help.

UPDATED: I've closed comments on this one. I just can't handle nasty comments - I don't normally get them, but I really can't handle them for this one. I'm still on Twitter if you wanna say anything, and a big thank you to by very loyal core followers, you made this enjoyable for as long as it was *hug*

Feelin' a little Nekkid

noreply@blogger.com (Lady Fabulous) — Tue, 17 Jan 2012 04:00:00 +0000

Notice anything different? Go on, I'll give you a few minutes to look around the place, see if you can see what isn't here....

Ya done? Okay okay, hurry it up.....

AhHA! That's right, no more ads. No more affiliates. No more reviews even, although I'll leave the previous ones up because it's my decision and I've decided to.

The ads were making me crazy. Precisely, the site stats were making me crazy. The unreplied responses to PR companies that contacted ME, and then as soon as they found out how little traffic I get, didn't bother to respond, was getting to me.

So y'know what? I call an official boycott on BM-I Don't Care. I will no longer do any reviews, any ads, anything that isn't whinging or laughing about my life. I call bull on the PR companies who are making the blogosphere a crappy and competitive place to be.

After all, you can't lose if you refuse to be pulled in, can you?

Magic Sauce Recipe that I completely changed because I am not a good housewife

noreply@blogger.com (Lady Fabulous) — Sat, 14 Jan 2012 01:09:00 +0000

So while combing Pinterest the other day...which I should totally be paid for by the way, because it's about the only thing I'm capable of regularly doing these days.....I found this amazeballs recipe from 101 Cookbooks for Magic Sauce. Direct quote from the author -

"You're best off making a double or triple batch. This is the sort of stuff you burn through in minutes. Not exaggerating. I cook eggs in it - scrambled, omelette, frittata, you name it. I drizzle it on soups. I can attest it's the sort of thing that makes baked potatoes even better than usual. And salads welcome it as well - particularly shaved salads, or ones made from spicy greens. You can use it to marinate or slather ingredients before grilling or roasting. And its the sort of dressing that turns a bowl full of farro or quinoa or soba noodles into something close to a full meal - just toss in another favorite seasonal ingredient or two.

It's as versatile as a black dress. Although, it's not really the little black dress of sauces. Think more bohemian that that - earthy, intricate and interesting. Completely approachable. The way the garlic-perfumed oil suspends flecks of rosemary, thyme, and oregano is really nice. And the rusty red tint of the paprika makes everything this sauce touches look just that much more special."

Sounds just delicious, doesn't it?

Now that we're living with de parents, I kinda thought I'd get some time off from cooking, but nope diddly ope, I'm still cooking. And as I mentioned the other day, the mojo's coming back. So last night when I read about this recipe, I came up with the bright idea of mixing it through some egg fettucine we had in the cupboard.

Only, because I'm not a very good housewife, I had almost NONE of the ingredients. But because I'm such a good housewife, I decided to fake it. See what I did there?

So, my Almost-But-Not-Quite-Magic Sauce recipe is as follows

Ingredients
A plentiful amount of Masterfoods 'Italian Herbs', because it has the oregano, thyme and rosemary I needed
1/4 tsp fine sea salt
3/4 cup olive oil
A drizzle of Garlic Olive Oil, because I had neither fresh nor jar garlic *gasp*
1 tbsp lemon juice

Warm the olive oil on the stove, preferably using a pot of some sort, as to do without makes quite a mess. You don't want it bubbling, just warm. Once warm (don't test with fingers), remove from heat.
While oil is warming, lightly pound the oregano, rosemary and thyme in a mortar and pestle. Or again, if you don't have one or your is in storage along with all your other lovely kitchen things you thought your Mum would have, put it in the bowl and kinda squash them together with a spoon. It probably won't work, but it'll make you feel like Nigella anyway.
Stir the garlic olive oil and salt into the warmed oil, and the add the bruised herbs. Mix it all together so it looks loverly.
You can use it all now, or use some now and save the rest for later - just put it in a container and keep in the pantry, or the fridge if you want it to solidify. Apparently the taste gets even better as it ages, but I only made one batch, and I stirred it all through egg fettucine for 4 people.

I really do recommend you go over to 101 Cookbooks to see the real recipe, coz it has other things like sweet paprika and bay leaves, I just didn't have them so I did the best I could. So next time Mum goes to the shop, I'm giving her a list of the things I need to do this Magic Sauce properly, and I'll report back!

PS - My family thought it was awesome, except Dad said he coulda done without the 'roughage'. No doubt if I had used fresh herbs instead of dried, he would not have had that reaction. So that's my bad. But Professor inhaled it and pronounced it 'marvellous', so it couldn't have been too bad :)

Breakin' down some awesome moves, fo' shizzle

noreply@blogger.com (Lady Fabulous) — Fri, 13 Jan 2012 13:24:00 +0000

I've had a weird week. Started crappy, and has ended with me blogging, singing, dancing, LOLing at pics and being all farmer-y on FB - ALL AT THE SAME TIME.

Yes. Yes, I am that awesome.

If there's anything I've learned in the past few months, it's don't look a gift anti-depressant in the mouth. You should totally PUT it in your mouth, swallow it down, and wait for the good feelings to start.

Here's the song I'm boppin' to - have a great weekend peeps!

Rejected, You Say?

noreply@blogger.com (Lady Fabulous) — Mon, 09 Jan 2012 05:40:00 +0000

The insurance company have just sent me a very polite letter saying they won't be covering our insurance claim.

Surely it'd be better in the long run?

noreply@blogger.com (Lady Fabulous) — Sun, 08 Jan 2012 09:14:00 +0000

I've blogged before about how it's a good thing Professor has Aspergers, because another man may not cope so readily with....well, me. He takes things in his stride, looks after the ever decreasing finances, cancels his plans when I can't go out, and puts up with my dozens of phone calls when he's at work. In short, he's freakin' awesome.

Sometimes though, it gets to him. Not anything particular, just the whole thing. The hysterical wife he comes home to. The piles of washing she doesn't do because she just can't concentrate on anything, or can't bring herself to go outside and hang it out. The constant rejection, late at night - a relic of events from 10 years ago that have surfaced again over the past few months. The realisation that no matter how hard he works, how much overtime he gets, he's not going to get recognised by his employer, and it's not going to make any difference to our financial situation.

He used to get like this before as well, just brief 'down' periods. We'd usually book a weekend away at Margaret River or Busselton, take the Friday off work and just recharge our batteries. A lot of the time we'd barely leave our room, we'd just take books and laptops and just hide away from civilization for a few days, and come back refreshed.

Of course, we can't do that at the moment. As much as I'd like to reappropriate some of his wage and justify it because we can't afford to pay everything anyway, or class it as preventative medicine, I can't do it. I'd love to send him to Melbourne for a whole week, he has a mate there who always perks him up. A week of being a bachelor and not worrying about stupid things like insurance companies or wives who can't leave the bedroom. A week of downtime, before he cracks as well.

These are the times that make me wanna 'leave'. I see how much he's missing out on, how much extra stress I'm adding, and I think....surely it'd be easier for him if I wasn't here? I mean, sure, he'd be upset - but it'd be a relief, no more crazy wife dragging him down. He'd have a life.

At least, a much better one than he has at the moment.

Letter I REALLY wanna send to my insurance company AND the ombudsman. In the interests of appearing like an adult however, I guess I'd better just blog it with all names removed. Not as fun.

noreply@blogger.com (Lady Fabulous) — Fri, 06 Jan 2012 07:50:00 +0000

Dear everyone,

I really don't know what to do anymore. I have provided documentation, reports, payslips, emails. I have followed up hundreds of times when it seemed you were all content to let my case sit on the back burner until I got sick of trying.

I am now losing my house. I am living with my husband in my parents house. We've sold our investment block, and the bank are going to foreclose on our house. We will be left with no assets, and a $100k mortgage still to pay.

I cannot leave the house. I do not shower, because running water makes me feel like I'm drowning. I rarely speak on the phone. I cannot be relied upon for anything, because at any time, my anxiety could kick in and make me completely incapable of doing anything except taking a handful of Valium and sleeping for hours. And yet, you continue to ask me for more doctors reports, all saying the same damn thing.

I don't know why my claim is being held up by *insurance company*. I don't know why *ombudsman* doesn't seem to give a damn about overdue responses on behalf of *insurance company*. The only thing I do know is this - I have been fighting tooth and nail for this stupid claim when I should've been focussing on my recovery. And every single day that this is dragged out, every single time I am forced to call one of you to get some ridiculous update because nobody can keep their story straight, I get worse. When I put in this claim, it should only have been a case of taking a month off, and then I'd be better. But this constant fighting to make myself heard is making me literally insane.

I don't know why you've chosen to delay my claim. I don't know why you didn't just give me a list of every document you needed right at the start, rather than asking for one, and then asking for another one, and then asking for the first one again. Yes, I saw the letter sent to my doctor on 12/12/11, requesting all of the documents I have already provided. I don't know why you've chosen to put me through this, but I can assure you of one thing - I will fight this until I either win, or commit suicide from the stress. And frankly, there's a 50/50 of either happening at the moment.

Please don't bother responding unless you are actually providing a resolution. I do not want to read another list of things I haven't provided, when I haven't been asked for them in the first place. I do not want to read another estimated timeline. I just want this fixed - until you can do that, don't bother sending me ridiculous, apathetic emails.

Looks like an awesome movie - can't wait to see it! #HugoParamount

noreply@blogger.com (Lady Fabulous) — Fri, 06 Jan 2012 07:26:00 +0000

Looks like an awesome movie - can't wait to see it! #HugoParamount

Fabulous...but not Unique

noreply@blogger.com (Lady Fabulous) — Thu, 05 Jan 2012 02:27:00 +0000

Something I forgot about being in my old congregation, and living with Mum, is that eventually, everyone knows everything. Or at least part of everything. When I was a teenager I hated it, because nobody knew everything, and they'd compare notes and come up with the wrong thing, and then I'd get in trouble for something I knew nothing about.

Now that I'm all grown up and crazy though, it's eye opening.

All the people I grew up with, and their parents, are in this congregation. I wondered what it would be like, coming back as a married woman. Would I be seen as a wife, or as a daughter playing house?

I don't get to many meetings, all the people and the singing are anxiety triggers for me. (Isn't that stupid? I love to sing, I've told you all hundreds of times how much I love singing our new songs....and yet, they scare me to death. More on that later though.) We have the ability to listen on a phone hookup, which is awesome for me, so I miss out on very little of the information. Sadly, I miss out on the association, getting to talk to all my brothers and sisters.

Every single meeting I miss, Mum comes home and tells me that this one asked after me, and that one asked after me, and this one sends their love and that one would like to catch up with me. The overwhelming love, even from ones that I've only met once or twice, ones that only know what I'm going through because of what Mum has told them - it makes my heart swell.

And each time, they share a part of their own secret. This one went through something similar a few years ago; that ones spouse has the same thing, and this is what they do; this one seems unusually sympathetic, possibly from personal experience? This one finds coming to meetings triggering as well; that one offers to take me witnessing and they'll do all the doors so I don't have to worry. Reading between the lines, I get the same message over and over: You are not alone. We are with you. Jehovah is with you. You are not alone.

John 13:34,35 = 'By this, all will know that you are my disciples, if you have love amongst yourselves.'

insert profound title HERE

noreply@blogger.com (Lady Fabulous) — Mon, 02 Jan 2012 08:28:00 +0000

So, 2011 is gone and 2012 is here. I hesitate to say that 2012 couldn't be worse than 2011, because I said it about 2010/2011 and it outdid itself.

I don't have any profound resolutions about this year. Yes, there are things I hope happen this year, for myself and others. But really? I just wanna be alive, and preferably sane. If necessary I'll choose the alive part, because sanity ain't nuthin if you ain't alive to appreciate it.

This year, I just wanna be Me again.

I'm an Affiliate*!

noreply@blogger.com (Lady Fabulous) — Wed, 28 Dec 2011 21:00:00 +0000

See the header ad right up top? And the other ad on the left hand side, but slightly lower?

Y'know what they are?

They are my gateway to becoming a MILLIONAIRE baby! See, every time one of you clicks on one of those links, and signs up with Rocketfuel....I get $5. And clearly you're ALL gonna do it, so in a few short weeks I will be a MILLIONAIRE!

Seriously though, check 'em out, they're awesome :)

* I keep looking at that word, and I'm not 100% sure it's right. I maybe should've checked it before publishing, but I want y'all to be able to say you knew me before the money came rolling in, when I still didn't know how to spell good.

Totally Psyched

noreply@blogger.com (Lady Fabulous) — Wed, 28 Dec 2011 12:45:00 +0000

I went for my first ever psychiatrist appointment the other day. I was kinda expecting a couch and an old man with half glasses precariously perched on the end of his nose. I expected to be asked question after question, followed by 'and you do you FEEL about that?', but it's totally not what happened.

It felt more like an intellectual discussion really; and for once, I didn't feel out of my depth. I always have the feeling that everyone else is grown up, but I'm only pretending. Not this time though, I felt intelligent and truly listened to.

I think this is the beginning of a beautiful doctor/patient relationship.

Something totally wise that I learned over the past few days while the Asia Pacific blogosphere was in flames

noreply@blogger.com (Lady Fabulous) — Thu, 22 Dec 2011 00:19:00 +0000

First of all, I am NOT getting into the details or linking anyone. My totally wise thing is not meant as commentary on The Event, it just made me think of it. So don't bring your flamethrowers here!

Totally wide and profound thing: Write every post as if THIS is the one that will go viral. The scariest and most beautiful thing about social media is that anything can go viral at any time. It doesn't even need to be anything special - a guy on the news who does an uncanny impression of a rabid dog, a baby with a weird laugh, a juvenile parody song.

You could be the next Internet sensation, so when it happens, make sure it's for something you truly stand behind, because haters and trolls will come out of the woodwork, and you need to be confident in the knowledge that you would say it all again.

And above all these remember one: The Internet Is Forever. That silly tweet, the ranty post, will all still be there long after the mood has passed. Make sure you really mean it and aren't getting caught in the wave.

Awesome Aspergers

noreply@blogger.com (Lady Fabulous) — Tue, 20 Dec 2011 06:35:00 +0000

It occurred to me the other day, while sitting in hospital with Professor, that there are some awesome things about Aspergers, it's not ALL bad news.

Less emotionalosity (totally a word) means he totally doesn't care if I go out to get some lunch, or sit playing my iPhone while he lays there getting needles poked in him;
A normal man would NOT cope with me at the moment. While it could be argued that Professor causes a lot of my frustration, he certainly copes with it all very well, much like water off a ducks back;
He doesn't take stuff personally, doesn't see things as a conspiracy like I do. Like his boss not giving him a payrise in 18 months despite telling him he's the most accurate dude there;
He's low maintenance, he takes care of himself and rarely asks for anything from me.
He knows like, EVERYTHING. I don't need a GPS or a dictionary. Or a thesaurus. He already knows.

Yes, every single one of those things can be used for evil as well. But there's been enough evil today, so I'm focusing in on the good. So Aspergers = low maintenance husband.

Love you, Professor :)

First Time Piquer

noreply@blogger.com (Lady Fabulous) — Sun, 18 Dec 2011 02:05:00 +0000

I, like most other women I know, am addicted to Pinterest. It makes me feel SO creative....at least, it gives me the opportunity to one day feel creative - if only I could get off Pinterest.

The luverly Tina has started a new linky, which is no surprise as I think she is secretly the Queen of Linkies. This one is freakin AWESOME - I can show off the splendid things I've been looking at on Pinterest all week, plus I can find new people to follow for more pinning fun!

This week I have itchy feet and an achy heart, I really wanna go on holiday. Since we can't afford to eat however, a holiday is a little out of the question at this point. So I decided to look up holiday destinations on Pinterest and came up with my Travel Bucket List.

Fairy Pools, Isle of Skye, Scotland

Ireland

My roots are Scottish and Irish, and both lands call to me. The colours seem so vivid, the landscapes so wildly serene, the people so deliciously earthy. This may all be an idea from a movie, but I welcome the opportunity to go there and be proved wrong - as long as I'm there, I'll be fine :)

Japan

Whenever I think of Japan, I think of cherry blossoms and genteel peace. To holiday in Japan would be more of a soul-calming exercise than a sightseeing tour for me.

Lake Como, Italy

I don't know what my reasoning for Italy is - all I know is I wanna wander the streets and be yelled at by Italian Mama's and eat til I can't fit out the door.

Zakynthos Island, Greece

With sand that white and water that blue - do you really need to ask why I wanna go?

Don't forget to check out the rest of my Travel Bucket List, and click on the cute lil Penguin below to check out what others have been pinning!

Cooking with Crazy

noreply@blogger.com (Lady Fabulous) — Tue, 13 Dec 2011 21:00:00 +0000

The bank have informed us they will be taking all proceeds from both properties, and as we will still owe them a considerable amount of moolah, they have put a caveat on our firstborn child.

Awesome.

So after a brief run for the pills I thought 'Y'know what? Screw it!' The bank can't take any more than what we have, we've done everything we possibly could do to prevent this, and yet they've decided they're not gonna work with us to get the maximum return possible. No probs, I can play that game.

I've decided I'm not gonna let this knock me. I'm gonna take the mick outta it instead. The last 7 months have been freakin' hilarious if you look at them through warped glasses, and since warped is my style of choice, I'm working on something to make the best of the situation.

Keep an eye out peeps, mah crazy juices are mixin' with mah writing juices, and they're making something beautiful ;)

This is me today...

noreply@blogger.com (Lady Fabulous) — Tue, 13 Dec 2011 05:30:00 +0000

Derp

noreply@blogger.com (Lady Fabulous) — Mon, 12 Dec 2011 02:06:00 +0000

Was gonna be all profound like yesterday but.......

noreply@blogger.com (Lady Fabulous) — Wed, 07 Dec 2011 23:00:00 +0000

......I've got a date with these fella's today.....

......who have grown up considerably since this pic was taken. The baby is now a dramatic toddler who doesn't so much throw tantrums as collapse to the ground ala Scarlett O'Hara.

I'm gonna have me some one on one time with him while his brother goes out to playgroup with Nanny, so I'll be hearing lots of 'HOSS!' (horse) which is his new favourite word. And he blows kisses now, which is awesome.

See you tomorrow!

This is your free Don't

noreply@blogger.com (Lady Fabulous) — Tue, 06 Dec 2011 23:37:00 +0000

Sometimes you're out and about, and you just don't know if you should do something, or buy something, or say something.

Well, courtesy of my Dad, here is a free DON'T.

Your free DON'T, used regularly but with discretion, will keep you safe.

DON'T.

Fighting The Man

noreply@blogger.com (Lady Fabulous) — Sun, 04 Dec 2011 23:39:00 +0000

I've had it with this insurance rubbish. Right about now, my case manager in Sydney is probably receiving the email I CC'd him/them in on to the Financial Ombudsman, which outlines in detail how they flat out LIED to me last week, with further written proof from the doctors surgery they slandered in the process.

As I posted on Facebook, they'd better come back with an offer of a million dollars, because after the crap I've endured over the last 7 months, I wouldn't take a damn cent less.

I feel sorry for those affected by the floods who are STILL getting the run around from the insurance companies. My problems are relatively small compared to theirs. At least I still have somewhere to live, I have all my belongings, unlike those affected by the wrong type of flood.

Seriously, how do the head honchos at insurance companies sleep at night? I heard yesterday that the insurance companies for all the people affected by the Kelmscott fires and chasing down the man who accidentally started it. Never mind the fact that he's already been to court. Never mind that he himself lost everything he had because he was fighting so hard to stop the fire he unwittingly caused. Never mind that his own insurance won't cover him for his own property. Now he's gotta pay for everyone elses as well. And the really ironic thing? Not one of the people who was affected by that fire, hold it against him. Even the ones who lost their houses - they can see that he didn't mean it, and that he tried with everything he had to stop it.

Not the insurance companies though, they just like to take your money and never pay it out.

BM-I Don't Care

Ikea Me!

Dude, I was checking out QLD for a competition and they totally have a 4 HOUR CHOCOLATE MASSAGE - so everyone who though they had a chance at this comp, fahgeddaboudit!

You Deserve Strength

And then I changed my mind again. Y'all should be used to that by now, right?

The End of BM-I Don't Care

Feelin' a little Nekkid

Magic Sauce Recipe that I completely changed because I am not a good housewife

Breakin' down some awesome moves, fo' shizzle

Rejected, You Say?

Surely it'd be better in the long run?

Letter I REALLY wanna send to my insurance company AND the ombudsman. In the interests of appearing like an adult however, I guess I'd better just blog it with all names removed. Not as fun.

Looks like an awesome movie - can't wait to see it! #HugoParamount

Fabulous...but not Unique

*insert profound title HERE*

I'm an Affiliate*!

Totally Psyched

Something totally wise that I learned over the past few days while the Asia Pacific blogosphere was in flames

Awesome Aspergers

First Time Piquer

Cooking with Crazy

This is me today...

Derp

Was gonna be all profound like yesterday but.......

This is your free Don't

Fighting The Man

insert profound title HERE