Sunday Sessions No More

Dear Sunday Sessions, or should that be Dear Thea? I am leaving you, not through choice, but because of a little thing called Mixpod. Yep -> that thing on the right side of my blog that plays the tracks I choose, chop and change continually, depending on my mood. The one that makes people jump out of their skins at 1am if they do not expect it (sorry Glowless).

See, if I then posted Sunday Sessions the whole thing would become some sort of cataphonic mess and people would run screaming from their computers, and we can't have that, can we?

So, my apologies, but you are dumped. Don't take it personally.

Cheers

P.S. Go check out Thea's Sunday Sessions, after all you may not be as cool as me and have a Mixpod on your blog.

Anzac Day 2011 - Lest We Forget

I for one, am truly proud to be an Australian. God bless all our servicemen, past and present.

Thank you for all you have done to keep our golden land of beauty safe.

Last year I posted my own tribute to someone close to me, this year I have no words to express my undying gratitude and pride in what these people have sacrificed for me. Because everyone one of them have helped everyone of us.

Earth Hour and the "Oh Crud" Factor

Earth Hour. Pushed, promoted, publicised, principled. Boy 1 is a mad environmentalist, the sort of kid who picks up litter, ANY type of litter, wherever we go. The one who constantly discusses our impact on our home planet and instructs us in ways to minimise it.

Earth Hour. Where ALL the lights are turned off. Earth Hour. Great idea. Except if you have a boy with Autism Spectrum Disorder with a great fear of the dark, yes, even with candles and torches and camping light thingys. Even sometimes with Eldred hovering protectively.

So on a night where Big Boy is out on one of his rare social evenings with the boys, and the wind is blowing and howling around the house in the clouds, was this ever going to be a good idea? No. First gust driven flicker of a candle we had hysteria. Lights on!

Sorry Earth, we tried and failed. But hey, at least you have a boy who is dedicated to improving your health on a daily basis, not just a once a year warrior!

For my Sunday Sessions I'm dedicating my selection to a Wet N Wild adventure where I and my family are finally meeting the wonderful Jemikaan and her lot! Woot!

Thea's away this week having some friendship fun herself so just add a comment and link here if you want to have your own Sunday Session!

My oldie:



My Newie (just change the words to day, eh?):




WooHoo... Here we go now!

Sunday Sessions with Thea - Sickness Sunday

As Thea says:

Sundays I pop two favourite songs onto my blog.

An oldie but a goldie.

And a newbie, fresh from the charts.

Here are my picks for this week.

You can play along by linking up below.

And grab the button on the side bar if you want.

Can't wait to hear your picks.

Happy Sunday!

I have a vey sick little man today. Boy 2 has been hit like a ton of bricks by a virus, he has high temperatures, sore throat and feels miserable. So my Sunday Session today is with the young man I love so much in mind.

It sucks when your child is hurting and you have no mummy magic to make it all go away...

Oldie:



Newie (sort of):
To my darling little boy, feel better soon my sweet.

Sunday Sessions - Our Song.

Better late than never... Sunday Sessions at Thea's for Valentine's Day.


There is only one song, our song. The song we danced to at our wedding. The song that plays as his ringtone when he calls me. The song that comes on the radio exactly when I need to hear it.



The song that sums up our love. Big Boy, you are my soul mate, my life partner, my strength, my anchor and my rock. I love you. I will always love you.

Sunday Sessions - Karma

Pop on over to Thea's for rules and blog hop link.

Sunday Sessions: one new, one old.  Pay close attention to the lyrics - they are very appropriate.





Karma is not a bitch - it is an bitch punishment system. And I am sitting watching their web of lies all unravel before me. This is the best entertainment I've had in ages. And I haven't had to say a word, they have tumbled their little house of cards all by their childish, spiteful, nasty little selves. And everyone is talking about it. It isn't pleasant when you get caught out in all your little lies, is it ladies? How does it feel to be so despised by so many? Hmmm?



Running no more. Sitting back enjoying the sideshow. Bahahahahahahahahahaha...

Sunday Sessions - Oh, My Legs...

On Sundays Thea

pops two favourite songs onto her blog.

An oldie but a goldie.

And a newbie, fresh off the charts.

Now, not only did I do derby training on Thursday night, I then spent eight hours walking around Seaworld in the heat yesterday. (See previous post for obvious reason - and add in three extras so had five manic boys meandering with Big Boy and myself). Add in an hour's swimming (okay, fifteen minutes swimming, and the other forty-five lying on a banana lounge looking cool, drooling over the cocktails wafting past) and you have serious pain. I have muscles in my legs that I didn't know I had. And they hurt. A lot.

And so at least one of my Sunday Sessions choices obviously must represent my agony situation.

Now be warned, this will be one of those annoying songs that sticks in your head for days. But I do love this accoustic version...



And for my newie, well, that was hard, but here it is:



For all those who are outside the square, celebrate your uniqueness and the pride of being AND liking exactly who you are right now! Mwah from the mistress of madness, your very own...

Uncontactable. And Sunday Sessions.

The bane of a parent's life.

The night before school goes back frantic book covering. The bubbles and wrinkles and unintentionable covering of oneself. I am certain there must be a condition called contactitis: fear of failure in performance of covering treasured childrens' school books. Symptons: air bubbles, wrinkles, hair or dust under final product, small cuts in plastic to free air, inability to free hands from adhesive covers, constant cursing under breath. Excessive perspiration at times.

I think it was invented by teachers for revenge. I know it must have been created in the first place by a man, for what woman would ever design such a user-unfriendly product as contact?

Aargh...

 

Time for a Sunday Session methinks. Pop on over to Thea's for the blurb.

Here's my oldie:

Huey Lewis - Stuck on You

And my newie:

Hey boys. You must know how much ya mumma loves you after this. Contact. Arrgh. Oh the pain.

Sunday Sessions - Old Friends

This is a blog hop with Thea. Read her rules and link up on her blog.

I have had a wonderful weekend. Yesterday was spent with some old friends from my Uni days, and their children who I last saw as babies. The great thing was the instant rapport that leapt into being between my Boy 1 and their Boy 1, my Boy 2 and their Boy 2. Laughter rang from our table at both ends, young and old. A friendship hopefully to last as ours has, over miles, years and differing paths.

To celebrate I give you this one:



See the big bloke who features in this? Yep, that's one of my dear friends who was here. And yes, he is absolutely lovely. One of the most endearing people I have ever had the chance to meet. Then again, he is married to one of the most gorgeous women on this planet (who I happpened to go to Uni with many moons ago). Yes, I haz famous friends!

And then today some other friends from my childhood (who we only saw a week ago on our hols, but loved seeing them here again) unexpectedly came to visit. They rang last night whilst the others were here and we leapt at the chance to have them come up. Another day of laughter, fun, frivolity and friendship. Great weekend.

This one is for them - an old favourite.




You are a balm to my wounded soul - all of you. Loved it, really loved it!

Sunday Sessions - For Lori

As Thea says:
On Sundays she pops two favourite songs onto her blog.
An oldie but a goldie.
And a newbie, fresh off the charts.
You can play along by linking up on Thea's blog.
And grab the button on her side bar if you want.


This is the one I sing to my boys, thinking of you Lori.



And this one for Tony...

Tina Turner

And for both of you, a more recent one:

Simple Plan

Sunday Sessions are hosted by Thea.