Who missed me? You need better aim!

So I'm back ... I somehow fell off the edge of the web and have only just made my way back up to here.  I read my profile on here and laughed so much I nearly fell off my chair.  I seriously need to change that.  I see the last time I actually posted anything on here was last year February - Wow, now that was a long time ago.  "Surely you had something to say during the last 15 months" you say. Well I more than likely did but decided not to put it out there for the whole world and 4 people who actually follow me to read.

But fear not! I am back and full of things to write about (until I hit a writers block *bwahaha*). Then I'll just fall back into posting pictures of random things.  That should keep you entertained right?

Anyway, let me not bore you with my "I'm Back!" post and think of something to write about tomorrow.  Perhaps I'll tell you about my long weekend in Mozambique this past weekend.  That should keep you entertained for a full 5 minutes.

Till tomorrow
xoxo

Fridays Demotivational Pictures

I think this might become a regular thing so we'll see.

Happy Friday everyone. Have a fantastic weekend! xxx

I've been sitting here thinking how lucky I truly am. I keep hearing and reading stories of how pregnancies go wrong and births go wrong and the little angels don't make it. I truly am one of the blessed few who get to keep our little miracle prem babies.

I can't believe that 15 weeks ago I was giving birth to my baby girl - 8 weeks early.  All the thoughts that were going through my head then. Will she make it? Will she be OK? Will she have any defects? I blamed myself alot of the time she was in NICU for her being prem. Was it my weight, was it my smoking, was it just my body not wanting to take anymore, could my body just not handle it?? I've learnt to deal with these niggling things and carry on with life. Because if I just let them consume me, I'll never be normal again.

Few hours old

Today my baby girl is 15 weeks old. I can't believe how time has flown.  It feels like just yesterday I got to hold her for the first time 7 or so days after she was born. I can't stop looking at her and thinking "wow, I truly have a little miracle baby". She is perfect in every way. If I achieve nothing else in life, that would be fine with me because I have achieved the most wonderful thing ever. I have brought a little miracle into this world.  And that is enough for me.

Smiley Happy 3 Month Old

She truly is my everything. And if I had nothing else in the world, I'd be happy just the same.

Have a fantastic day everyone xxx

Can't be assed.

I really can't be assed to type anything of meaning out today. So this is what I have for you:

 

Have a good weekend xx

Spiders ... Root of all evil!

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To say I'm scared of spiders is a complete understatement!  The other night we had not one but TWO huge ass spiders run across my lounge floor. I made Him get up and chase them with a shoe and kill them while I sat on the couch screaming like a 5 y/o who's ice-cream had just been stolen by the school bully.


This reminds me of something that happened to me a couple of years back (2009 to be exact!). We went camping for the December holidays with some friends. Middle of the night I need to go to the bathroom, so being the brave soul that I am, I take the flash light with me along with my cell phone (for just in case I need to call someone you know.) to the bathroom.

I go about doing my business, finish up and just as I stand up I see this HUGE ass spider stalking me (and yes it was stalking me, sadistic fucker!). I moved, it moved towards me. Now picture this, I'm in my pj's, in a toilet cubicle, flash light in one hand, phone in the other. Logical thing to do is run right? Yeah, I wasn't thinking straight.

I climbed on top of the toilet. So there I am, standing on the toilet, freaking out almost in tears. I must have stood there for a good 10 minutes watching this thing circle the toilet. I did the only logical thing to do next. I called Him. I explained the situation and after a good 5 minutes of him laughing himself sick on the phone he said he'd come get me. So I waited. I could see this sadistic bastards eyes watching every move I made.

He eventually got to the bathrooms pushed the door open to see me as described above. After another 5 minutes laughing (now worse than before on the phone! Asshole) he killed the thing so I could climb off the toilet and go back to bed. In hindsight, it was more than likely a shadow chaser which is why the stupid thing kept following me. But I wasn't going to take the chance!!

Image & Info from here

"Camel spider is about 12cm with its legs outstretched. It will NOT chase people! This perspection may be due to Camel spider seeking shade in open, therefore it will follow the shadow of a person which gives the impression that it is 'chasing' him. Rest assure, they are just some shadow-seeker, not human-chaser."

Worst experience ever (bar that one time I had a spider crawling on me when I was a kid and it took up residence in my school jersey).

Not quite what I expected ... (Rant!)

*Start of Rant!*

Earlier (About 2 hours ago) I was like this:

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As my best friend went into labour and had a baby girl (which she was so longing for) I was/am so excited for her.

But then my mood turned to this:

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The reason you may ask. Well here we go:

I called said friend to congratulate them on the birth of their baby and to find out what they were naming her etc. Only to have said friends husband brush me off like I'm fucking nothing to the family. I know he's tired, and she's tired but they have had tons of visitors (including my brothers girlfriend) so clearly they can take a phone call from one of their LONGEST STANDING FRIENDS! I asked very nicely what they were naming her only to get a response as follows:

Me: Wow, congratulations on the birth of your baby girl!
Him: Thanks
Me: So, have you decided on a name for her yet?
Him: Silence
Me: Hello?
Him: Stop being so impatient!
Me: Oh, have you taken any photo's of her yet to send out?
Him: They are sacred.
Me: So does that mean I'm not getting one?
Him: Silence
Me: Hello?
Him: I'm here
Me: So are you happy you had a little girl? I know "K" should be ecstatic!
Him: Clearly I did something wrong
Me: Oh, OK? ... Can I get a picture?
Him: I'll send you one now
Me: Oh cool, thanks. How is "K" doing?
*click*

He fucking hung up on me! I can't believe how rude he was! I'm fuming!! It's like he doesn't want me to know anything about this baby. To be honest, right now I feel like I don't care regarding all the information I wanted now.  I'm too pissed off to even go and visit as I know I'm going to say something. And to add fuel to the fire, the other night when she went in as she couldn't walk (due to baby lying on a cervix muscle) I heard this great nugget he had to say "It's no longer about her, it's about the baby" WTF??

She's my best friend and that's how I get treated?? Great ...

I still haven't got a picture from him. Go figure.

*End of Rant!*

Motivation

I needed some motivation today, this is what I got:

 

All Images from here.