O what a night, O what a day.

Boy I'm buggered.

We had planned to have dinner and a few beers before The Lips but somehow NH lost one of tickets between his house and mine which is about 200 metres in distance, so we searched the streets and turned his bedroom up-side-down....which brings me to a highlight of the night. As i bent over to look behind NH's laundry basket there was this loud banging on the door and a scream of "oi! (bang bang) OI!! (bang bang) OI!!!!! (BANG BANG BANG)". It turns out NH's flat mate thought i was robbing them! I guess i did look a bit suspicious in my long leather jacket and peering through his stuff....with a beer in my hand. She wouldn't have been able to see my face because i was bending down so when i turned around and NH got up from under his bed she was MORTIFIED! It was hilarious! So anyway, we didn't find the ticket, we didn't eat dinner but we did squeeze in a travelin' beer here and there and we did manage to get a replacement ticket from the venue....phewww!

The Lips were amazing, something i already knew. Wayne (Lead singer/Songwriter) put himself into a massive clear balloon and rolled over the crowd as his entrance, pretty cool indeed and he seemed to be loving it. I could rant about how amazing they were but i won't. You know, there's always THAT couple who come from standing just behind you and then choose to move just in front of you... particularly if your the short-arse in the group...and yep, that was me last night. So they moved in front of me, they slobbered all over each other, they groped each other's arses and just when i thought it couldn't get any worse...he pulled out a ring and proposed! Needless to say, it got more disgusting because she said "yes". There's lots more i could say about them and the rest of the night but all i will say is, we moved positions, we loved Wayne and Co, we drank more beer and finally had a dirty (but sooo delicious) souvlaki at 1:30am.

I woke this morning to a hatchet imbedded in my eyeball, i drop a few pain killers, skull some water, head back to bed and turn on my phone. Minutes later Mum calls to tell me Littles is having a massive Tonic Clonic seizure and that the ambulance was on it's way. The seizure lasted around 20 minutes which is not by any means a good thing. Poor Nan, she looked horrified as she arrived in the ambulance with him on her lap and rightfully so because it's a horrible thing to have to watch and to be almost useless in aiding. We spent most of the day in the emergency department and after a bit of poking, prodding, a change in medication and a snooze, we came home. As soon as he got home he was stoked, he was rolling, squealing and Riverdancing all over me as per usual and was as happy as can be. He managed to nod off while i watched 'The United States of Tara'-Awesome Toni Collette playing a Mum with multiple personalities and Chris from Northern Exposure plays the husband!- Wednesday 9:30pm ABC!!!....anyway, he unfortunately got woken up by another seizure....and repeat. Today was another reminder that his mood doesn't always resemble what's about to happen. He is now lying on the floor sleeping off the emergency meds, poor little fella. It feels like it's 3 in the morning but noooo, it's only very early...we'll be right, we always are.

Oh and a MASSIVE HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO EG, i hope you keep on having lovely celebrations. XX Love you.

A gig, an actual gig!

Wahooooo... I'm off to see The Flaming Lips tonight and I'm so very excited to going to a gig, an actual gig!

I pretty much chucked in going to gig's when i decided to become a sole parent, and considering I've been to a million and one fantastic gigs in the past, chucking it in wasn't a worry for me. Sure, I've missed a lot of acts that I would have loved to have seen (the list will be endless!) but having My Littles far out-weighs any dirty, stinky, rockin gig...oh hang on, there not so stinky anymore are they?? Besides, we rock out together in our lounge room everyday.

Nan came and picked up Littles for a sleep-over at her house, but being here at home with him not here is really strange. My ears and eyes are still in 'Alert' mode in case i need to walk over the Rolling Wonder or if there's a seizure that needs my attention. When i get respite, i usually get out of the house so this is weird and reminds me of the times I've come home while he's in laying in hospital. Oh well, he'll be having a blast with Nan without even the slightest understanding that I'm here, writing to you, about him.

Hmmmm what to do, what to do? Must stay busy.....Ah yes, I know, a friend has asked my to make a garter for her mate whose getting married, so perhaps I'll give that a crack.

I'd like to shout out to my friend AC who had to give up her ticket tonight, we'll be thinking of you!

The Boldness

I'm on board! My mate Alex asked me to get involved with The Boldness- a show she produces on 3cr radio. So, I've just edited my first show! I can't remember the tech term for the type of show (sorry Alex!) but it's an ongoing on-air skit called Big Wigs. I'm only a beginner but i have really enjoyed learning to edit and i look forward to learning and doing more with the station.

"The Boldness is a half-hour magazine style programme with hosts, crew and producers who have disabilities: from Jim the blind technician, to Michael the deaf presenter and the fabulously unstable Jane and Macca!

The Boldness is an initiative of Grit Media. The idea was simple, world domination via the airwaves. Bold topics, bold people, bold radio! Tune in to hear the fabulous hosts Macca and Jane discuss all manner of human rights with a disability bent. In the vein of the BBC's Ouch, it's funny, controversial and probably blasphemous too, what else can you expect from a bunch of cripples?"

Third Wednesday of each month,
6 - 6.30 pm

www.3cr.org.au

Flash player anyone??

I've just spent the last while trying to add a music player to this thing but my tunes didn't show up, so if anyone knows of the URL for a player that actually works and isn't too ugly, can you let me know please??

Oh... and be sure to check out the second video listed of Grape Lady, if you tend to laugh at people in unfortunate pain then you'll love this...her noises are amazing!

Raspberry Littles

This video was shot when Littles was around 12 months old i think. It's amazing to see so much chubb on him and those elastic bands around his wrists (not literally!). If only it were that easy to have that chubb back....there's only so much butter, poly-joule and good food can do for WHkid....if only our Peadatrician could understand that.

I made this!

Meet Me At Mikes is having a wee competition to win one of Pip's newly renovated books...yes please!

These are some things i made for a lovely girl named Milly. This-morning i woke to my doorbell and considering my recent neighbourly going's on, i took my sweet time to answer (and put pants on!) in case i was in for another rant-a-athon. When i opened the door it was a (not so happy) delivery man with a sweet little bunch of purple flowers for me from Milly...a much nicer thing to wake to. Thanks Milly!

Thy WILL NOT love thy neighbour.

Gross. My neighbour is gross. He had an extended rant AT me today regarding, geez, it went from the broken laundry door to his drug habit to his lice and infections to his birds to him accidentally killing one of his birds to him eating his dead birds eggs on toast for breakfast to borrowing a lemon from me to make his herbal concoction to smear on his infections and to mix with his alcohol...and it goes on and on and on....and then (gasp- if you haven't gasped enough already) he introduced himself. I hope this isn't the beginning of yet another one-sided neighbourly friendship with a psychopath.... and i also hope i will have other things to write about other than him...but I'm sure there will be more to come unfortunately....uuuugggghhhhhhhh.

Love thy neighbour.

I hate neighbours, i really, really do. Today i was interrupted by my drug dealing/taking neighbour who went on a raving rampage of hatred for those who live amongst us due to him not being able to get into the laundry. Now, I'm sure there is some underling psychosis, be it drugs or his mental health but he actually had me believing his paranoid theory as to why he couldn't get into the laundry...somebody in the building is changing the locks so they can have their own personal laundry (and garbage shoot). It's really very annoying because i need that garbage shoot! When he began ranting about his bodily infections and pulling up his shirt to show me the infections was when i backed away from the conversation....eeeeeewwwwwww! What amazes me is that he doesn't seem to realise that HE is the bane of our floors existence with his constant yelling, kicking, spitting and his disgusting clientele tapping on his door all through the days and throughout the nights. There's not much i can do about him really, as I'm too scared of any repercussions and housing couldn't give a crap, so i guess i'll have to learn to love thy neighbour....my winning lotto will come sooner than that though..ha.

A new adventure?

Well, this is it, a blog about me and my dear little man Elliott. I'm not sure how it will turn out but i thought I'd give it a crack. I've been reading a couple of blogs recently, one in particular which has given me an insight into how blogging can have such a positive effect on not only the writer but the reader also, so, i thought it might be a good for me to write our lives down and a good way for me to keep track of Elliott and for you to have an insight to our lives.