Grandmother’s got a potty mouth!

Even though we live not far from my maternal grandmother, whom we call Babcia (Polish), we don’t see her very often.

I had organised with her to bring Bill and kids to visit this afternoon, telling her we’d be there around 4pm.

All seven of us walked up to the front door. She opened the door but kept the fly screen door shut and said “Can I help you?”

Bill, jokingly, said “We’re selling bibles”.

She promptly told us that she wasn’t f#$%en interested and that we should f#$% off! And then closed the door.

We stood there, shocked. I thought she was joking with us. Those who know my grandmother know that she’s not your typical nice-mannered grandma! LOL

So when we realised that she was serious and wasn’t going to open the door, I knocked again and as she opened the door, she was ready to go off again when I said “Babcia!”

It was only then that she realised that it was me and she cracked up laughing and apologised over and over the whole time we were there! She swore that she didn’t recognise us and that it was my fault because I had changed my hair.

Yep, that’s my Babcia!

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I survived Girl Guides camp

I wish I was a Girl Guide when I was a kid. This weekend, Giorgia and I participated in a Mother/Daughter camp. Out of the 11 mums that stayed overnight, there were only 3 of us that were never Guides. The others told us about the fun times they had when they were Guides back in the day.

It was quite obvious that the young Guides these days have it way too easy because our camp was an “indoor camp” with beds, showers and an indoor camp fire because some of the girls, (and most of the mums) were not too keen on singing camp songs amongst the leaches!

The theme of the camp was “fairytales” with the activities based around The Ugly Duckling, Cinderella, The Emperor’s New Clothes and a few others.

The girls (and mums!) all had a great time and I must admit that it was more fun than I thought it was going to be. I actually packed a book and a notepad/pen just in case I needed to find something to do but we were busy having fun the whole weekend!

But the highlight of the camp was watching the new girls (Giorgia and Cayley-Ann (Peta’s daughter) included) making their promise and becoming fully-fledged Girl Guides.

It was an awesome weekend! Giorgia is so excited that she is a “real” Girl Guide now and said that she loved the camp. So did I…and I tell you, it was much better than spending the weekend doing housework and laundry! LOL

(faces blocked out because I didn’t ask permission to put their photos online)

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Aww, doggie!

A few online buddies requested to see my “new do” so I took some photos and started uploading them to Facebook.

I had this photo open on my laptop when Annabelle walked past. She back tracked, pointed at the screen and said “awwww, doggie!”

When I told her that, in fact, was the top of Mama’s head, she looked at me as if I was stupid and said, “No! Doggie!”

Ummm, ok.

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CAN’T wear the same shoes!

“You get different ones.”

“No, you get different ones!”

“But I like these!”

“So do I!”

This went on for half an hour and because neither Tiesha or I planned to back down, we figured we just wouldn’t wear them on the same day LOL

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…and back again to Nan Tien

OK, so I did say I was going to spare you by not posting all of the photos I took but I did want to share some more with you….

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I hate waiting!

So we had to be at the hospital at 7am this morning. After Tiesha got settled in, I was promptly told that I can now go home and that I will get a phone call when Tiesha is out of recovery or if I don’t hear anything before then, to call at 11.30am to see how she is going.

Since when is being 16 old enough that your mummy doesn’t have to sit and wait for you to come out of surgery. I didn’t want to go home and wait! I wanted to sit right there and watch for her to be wheeled back past the glass tile wall and back in my care.

But here I am, sitting not so patiently, waiting for a phone call. It’s already……..10.57am and I’m tempted to call now to see how she is.

Have I mentioned that I hate waiting?

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