I stumbled across this interesting read today while having lunch. I think I am doomed! I’ll be lucky to make it to 50.
Capturing Life…
Everyone who knows me will know how much I love to take photos. It doesn’t matter what I am doing, where I am or who I’m with, I will always have one of my camera’s on hand ready to get snapping.
It all started when my first son was born 11 and a half years ago. The only camera we had was an old style film camera, the type that you had to wind to get the camera ready to take another photo (think of those disposable ones). The quality was so bad, and I got really upset that the photos of my first born son weren’t clear, they were blurry and you could only get 12-36 prints to a roll of film. So I got myself my first digital camera and have never looked back, almost 12 years and 10 digital cameras later.
I never really got into the whole idea of ‘editing’ photos until this year. Photoshop is too complex for me, I leave that program to my Husband and I settle for a much easier ‘user friendly’ program to play with.
I am lucky to have 5 absolutely gorgeous kiddies to model for me, they have been a great source for me to practice my photo taking skills. But I have felt lately that I am always wanting to take more photos, even after I have taken photos of my own family, I still want to take more. I love the whole idea of picking a setting, getting a group of people (a group of friends, a family big or small anyone really it doesn’t matter) together to take photos, make memories that they can keep forever.
My Husband recently took photos for my best friends wedding and I did the editing. They turned out really great and I am so grateful for the opportunity to capture their special day.
I am hoping for a great photographing year in 2011 with a couple of friends already asking me to take their family photos in the new year. 
We are also hoping to launch a website which will feature some of our photographs that we have taken so stay tuned.
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10 Signs That You May Need a Break
As a mother of 5 very active, loud kids, I sometimes feel like I need a break, or at least some ‘me’ time. One day in the middle of a mini break down, I googled ‘signs you may need a break from your kids’ and I found this from Homegrown Mom.
You know you need a break…
1. When your husband asks what you did today and you think he means you did nothing all day. Then you growl.
2. When someone asks you how old your kids are and you pause for a second because you honestly can’t remember.
3. When you find yourself sighing and rolling your eyes more than three times an hour.
4. When you’re in a Target parking lot and it takes too long to find your keys at the bottom of the black hole you call your purse, so you burst into tears.
5. When you’re taking notes in church and you start writing your to-do list in the margin.
6. When you put some kindergarten math worksheets in your first grader’s workbox so you can have two minutes of quiet while she does them on her own.
7. When your husband comes home at five and you’re still in your pajamas and he’s too scared to ask what you did today.
8. When you’re so exhausted that you fall asleep while giving a spelling test, but you still stay up until 2am watching Lost and 24 with your husband because you finally feel like you can rest and you want to enjoy that feeling.
9. When you start putting protein bars in the microwave so you can feel like you’re eating chocolate while still sticking to your diet.
10. When you write a blog post called 10 Signs That You May Need a Break.
Putting aside the first 9 signs, just for the mere fact that I searched for this then wrote a blog about it. I think I may just need a break.
In a relationship, married or not. Read this.
When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I’ve got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.
Suddenly I didn’t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. She didn’t seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?
I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn’t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn’t love her anymore. I just pitied her! Continue reading
Some quirky things my gorgeous little girls ask.
Being pregnant for the 4th time has been a huge event for everyone including my 4 year old twin daughters, Emily and Tiana.
The other day we got a really good shot of little baby Connor’s (boy bits) during a routine scan. We thought it would be cute to show Emily and Tiana this so they could visualise that the baby inside mummy is infact their ‘brother’ 
Now almost every day the girls ask me “How big is Connor’s penis now mum?” Not “How big is Connor now mum?” No, they are more interested in his male anatomy, the anatomy that they don’t have! So now I have had to tell daycare that if Emily and Tiana start talking about the size of ‘Connor’s penis’ not to worry it is just their unborn baby brother they are talking about.
In relation to this pregnancy number 4 again. My breasts have been involved in a growing battle against my stomach! Not only is my belly getting bigger by the day but so are my boobs! This is new for me as it never happened with any of my other pregnancies, and after giving birth to Emily and Tiana, I lost over 30 kilos gradually over 2 years, most of which came off my breasts! Seeing as this has been quite obvious, Emily and Tiana have asked me twice now “Is baby Connor in your boobs mum?” I have had to explain that no, baby Connor is in mummy’s belly. Maybe when they feel him kicking they will understand better?
I just love little kiddies and the way their minds work
Poor service at Doran’s Diesel Injection
Doran’s Diesel Injection Service in Garbutt, Townsville quoted us $1600 and told us it would take a week to replace a seal in the fuel pump of our Mitsubishi Delica (L400). It ended up costing $2050 and took 14 days to fix! Their reasoning for taking longer and costing more was “there were rusty bolts near the batteries so it took longer”!
They didn’t even have the decency to contact us at all the whole time they had the car to let me know what was going on! The only time they contacted us was a day after we dropped it off to tell us that it was all pulled apart and the fuel pump was definately the problem. They also said if we wanted the aircon fixed it would cost another $2000 just for a compressor alone. So it was all pulled apart after a day but it took another 13 days to put the seal in and put back together?
We contacted them after the car had been there for 9 days to see what was going on and were told that some of their machinery was broken and needed to be fixed before the car could be finished. Another 3 days went by so we contacted them again, this time we were told that one of the guys had been “taken off” working on my car because there were other “more urgent” jobs to be done (I have 4 kids and need to work also).
When I finally went to pick up the car up the guy was very rude. He said it was a big job and then told me that some bolts near the batteries were rusty so it took longer to fix. So does that mean I paid almost an extra $500 and went without the car for 14 days for him to take out rusty bolts?
I am very upset and not happy with their service and will NEVER take the car to them again, and we will NEVER recommend them to anyone. I just thought that I would share our experience with them and hope anyone else that goes to Doran’s Diesel Injection Service doesn’t have the same problems we had.
The thing I find quite out of the ordinary is this following quote from their website.
The team at Doran’s Diesel are renowned, not only for their wealth of experience but for their friendly and patient assistance.
I would love to know where there friendly and patient assistance was.
