Why can’t I just say “NO”?

TGIF! How many times have you heard that today? Well, apologies but I am shouting it out again.
Another week of full-time work down – first world problem but this week I had a bad stomach bug – I won’t go into the ins and outs of this bug, but let me tell you it wasn’t pretty.

After the bug passed, I couldn’t eat enough rubbish. It was on Thursday that I ate a whole packet of those strawberry creams, I sat in my car whilst I waited for my son to finish tutoring and I ate every single one of those suckers. It was like the world was running out of strawberry creams and I just couldn’t get enough of them. Of course, there was regret after I had done this – which leads me into the purpose of this week’s blog – thinking before I act.

Friday afternoons are great, we have no after school commitments, its a beautiful afternoon, my little boy’s birthday today and life is good. HOWEVER – I do have this feeling deep in the pit of my stomach lining, a feeling of being quite nervous and anxious. As my good friend pointed out to me today – I am constantly committing to things, only to get to the day and then dread it! Well this weekend isn’t any different, as this weekend I have committed to walking 50 LONG STINKING HOT KILOMETERS! Yes you read that correctly and it was not a typo. It sounded like a wonderful achievement at the time – now I am petrified I may fail, I haven’t done the training, I have a dodgy knee cap and even though I don’t look it, I am over 40. I just wish that my personality allowed me to think more before I opened my mouth.

To add insult to injury or salt to a dirty infected wound, I unfortunately have to report that the walk isn’t part of The Kokoda Track or The Great Wall of China – it gets better – it’s a scenic walk around the Shire – 50kms of THE SHIRE, all in one big fat hit. I do feel quite comfortable about this location and destination, as I know the route and I know where all the train stops are.

Why did I say yes to this? Well… basically it has come down to this. A few weeks back our family had some bad news about a very dear friend’s health – and for some reason me signing up to walk 50 km – for him, made me feel like I was at least doing something. Not sure if there is any rationale here but that is how I felt at the time. I will walk tomorrow and I will think of my friend and his strength.

I also did it for the friendships. I am doing this walk with some wonderful ladies, who make me laugh. We are all in the same boat or on the same route!  We will have a good laugh, possibly a good dummy spit and possibly another great dummy spit as we crusade around the SHIRE!

So.. I leave you on this note, enjoy your weekend and think of me and my friends if it is a stinking hot day tomorrow.

Giddy Up!



PS: the bit about me not looking over 40! Well that was a joke! If you didn’t get it the first time ūüėČ


Would you like fresh pineapple on your sandwich?

So it’s the end of week and ¬†a lazy sunny Sydney Sunday is in store for my family and I today.

Another week has crept on by at a rapid pace Рmore so than usual as this is the first time in 13 years that I have worked full time.   I have just completed my second week.  Not to be blowing my own horn too much, as it is only a casual arrangement for four weeks, it is very close to home and it is school hours.

I seriously, and I mean seriously take my hat off to all the Mum’s and Dad’s out there that work full-time. ¬†Being a Mum/Dad is full-on, throwing full time/part-time work into the mix creates chaos – the key is to be organised, however this is more easily said that done! ¬†Most of your spare thinking time is now wondering and working out which task or job to do next.

I really love working in the city – I must say that I do get a feeling of joy when I step off the train for the first time in the mornings. To hear the city clock tolling and to see all the office workers rushing to be at their desks by 9 am.

I feel quite free, quite free to be out of the Shire and stepping back into the same work life I have had since I was 17 – it is comfortable and all I know – it’s a way of me remaining the young woman I like to believe that I still am at heart. ¬†I have a whole other life in the city that my family don’t really understand – I laugh and smile often during my working day and I work (and shop on my lunch hour) hard supporting lawyers with their pressured jobs.

Working in an office is quite exciting! There are all walks of life who come together each day Рmost of us have at least one common interest Рwhich is to feel a a sense of achievement.  I love my job, just to be clear here and I work for lovely people who genuinely enjoy working with me and vice versa.  I am lucky.

A corporate environment thrives on humans having a goal to succeed and gain respect from their superiors – it’s like a jungle of politics and only the very fittest survive (or climb up the corporate ladder)¬† (NO!!!! This not going to be a Jerry Maguire Mission Statement!¬†I promise).

Which bring me to the point of this blog! ¬†I have been a legal secretary for 23 ¬†years. ¬†It’s not the career I wanted, I did want to be a model or a movie star – but as fate as concluded, this wasn’t going to be (LOL!). ¬† I have worked for many great and inspiring professionals and many not so great and uninspiring professionals. ¬†Being successful in your career is one thing and treating people with respect is another.

For any professionals out there reading this blog – its not hard to make your PA or assistant feel appreciated – I will outline below:

1.  Use the word please  more often.

2.  Say thank you.

3, ¬†Remember your assistant’s birthday and acknowledge it.

This may seem easy enough but for many it is not.

My worst secretarial experience was my very first job, I was only 17 РI worked for the managing partner of the firm, back in those days junior secretaries had to get the lunches for all the lawyers.  This particular partner asked me to get him a salad sandwich with pineapple.  This I promptly did! On returning to the office, I heard him yelling and then appeared from his stinky, dark and farty office and he threw the sandwich at me complaining it was tinned pineapple and not freshly cut!  I had a white shirt on this day and I had beetroot all over it, I was incredibly embarrassed and upset.  I went to the toilets and I cried.

I worked for this man for sometime and I was quite intimidated by him on a daily basis, but now as a 40 plus year old woman, I can see how weak he really was.  All his power came from his position in the workplace Рin my opinion, whatevs mate!  If he threw that sandwich at me today, he would have had it back right in his big red nose.

So again, any professionals reading my blog! You treat your PA bad, he/she will leave as soon as a new opportunity comes along – quite simple really.

Loyalty in the workplace is very hard to find and it can’t be bought.

I found this little poem  on Google Рthought I would share for all my fellow secretary buddies Рthanks girls for the years of fun and friendships.Your bosses are so lucky to have you!


On another note, thanks to you all for your support in me starting to blog – I am loving sharing some of my stories.



Giddy Up




Your Mum is ALWAYS part of who you are!?

¬†A whole new world, my own little world to tell my stories. Thanks for your support and for reading my “blob!” as my Mr 7 calls it.

Do you ever have moments during your day when you hear your Mother’s voice¬†coming out of your own mouth? You may even look in the mirror and in some weird way you can see her face starring back at you?¬† You smooth your crows feet with your fingers and pout your lips, convince yourself you still look 21 and off you go.

This morning, my Mother’s voice came flying out of my mouth, with NO warning whatSOever:

Get up? Are you up? I am NOT going to tell you again! Get up! Get dressed! Make your bed! Eat your breakfast! Make your bed! Eat your breakfast! Did you flush the toilet? Oh who did that? Stop pulling your sister’s hair! Stop hitting your brother, stop rolling on the dog! Blow your nose!¬†For the LOVE OF GOD- GET BLOODY DRESSED! Wipe your bottom!¬† I have told you ONCE, I have told you TWICE, I won’t tell you AGAIN! Now,¬†have you brushed your teeth? Don’t you¬†snarl at¬†me! Put your shoes on, feed the dog and NOW GET IN THE CAR FOR THE LOVE OF MARY, JESUS and JOSEPH!

We’ve heard it all before, I know, and yet, we really have no control over this voice! NO control whatSOever…..

(NOTE:  Chances are you will repeat the above words tomorrow!)

The beautiful lady who you¬†harshly, yet loveably, cursed many¬†times throughout your teenage years, really does have an impact on the person you are today¬†– she’s always there in your genes deep in your tiny little DNA cells.

Quick, Mum is on her way to visit us –¬†¬†the following ritual in my home is performed at quite a fast pace, by me, of course:

  • Puff cushions
  • Clean the pantry
  • Spray and wipe the benches
  • Strategically vacuum whole entire house.
  • Squirt squirt a little lavendar¬†Glenn 20
  • Squirt a good amount of¬†bleach in the toilet bowl!
  • Spray and wipe benches again
  • More bleach in the bowl!

Why is this?? Is it that there is a deep part of us all that craves her approval?  Even as we start gliding into our 40s, 50s, 60s and above?

When does the little girl in all of us disappear?  Does she ever?

So I didn’t become the Hollywood Actress!¬† I also didn’t become the Professor of Nuclear Science and Brain Surgery Mum MAY have dreamed of when I was born.¬† You may be surprised to¬†read that ¬†I didn’t even become a super-model or an Olympic Gold Medalist! Nope… Nothin……. I am just average. Nothing more or nothing less of Miss Average.

I know one thing definately, I am one very good thing. ¬†I am my Mother’s Daughter and nothing will ever change that no matter how average I look, how average I feel and how old I am.¬† Thanks Mum, I love you¬†xx

Giddy Up.




Welcome – Day 1!

Well here I am! A forty one year old wrinkly mother of 3! LIVE on the web! Woo hoo! I don’t know how this will go, but I am going to have a go!

Its Monday, it began like any other Monday! Alarm went off at 5.05 am! I had promised my friends I would meet them for a run, and there I did! I stuck to my promise and didn’t ROLL OVER!

I dragged my lazy butt out of bed and headed to our usual meeting place! 

It was here I was greeted by 7 other sleepy Mums! All aiming for the same thing Рto look half descent in a bikini by summer! For crying out loud Рwe only have approximately 6 weeks, 3 days and 12 hours before this time! BUT hey who is counting!??

Holy smoke! A good run followed by a body weight circuit Рpossibly burnt about 300 calories and discussed the dreadful result on The Block last night Рhowever, lets not go there!  SOB SOB Рfirst world problems hey!

Home. Breakfast. Shower. Get cranky and tired kids up! Little one cries he is so tired and hates school! I sing to him -a song about a nice morning Рhe gets so angry he tells me to get out as he is trying to sleep!

It’s 7.15 by this stage and I have 43 minutes to get these kids fed, dressed and¬†out the door and me onto the train! I have also have to feed little Marley, our gorgeous cavalier.

I slide on the train, one high heel on my foot, the other in my hand! Sit in usual suspect spot – sun beaming down on me through the window!

Off to sleep I go! LOVE IT! 

Ask myself – “Why I can’t I fall asleep this easily at night???”

I¬†sleep the whole way¬†to Martin Place…….

Have a few head nods, I am not sure if I dribbled or possibly farted. Only fellow commuters could answer these questions and to be honest, I don’t want to know the answers.

Arrive at work – greeted by cranky boss! Whats new!? Coffee. Chat with good friend KP! Boss shouts coffee – the day is looking good!