Goodnight Stinkpot

I have a lot of names.

Dee, Mom, Mum, Mummy, Auntie, Deedles, Dianna, That Loud Bitch, Tex, Canada, CanaDEEan, Caniwi, Her, Steve’s Wife, Steph’s mum, Daniel’s Mum, Adam’s Mum, The Electric Car Lady, The Short One, Big Boobs, That Hippy… and just recently I was reminded I am, and always will be Stinkpot.

My mother has called me by this peculiar name for my whole life, or at least as much of it as I can possibly remember. It was what she called me when I would curl up like a plump little cat in my dress ups in front of the radiator in our small and delicious terraced home in Scotland when I was three. It is what she called me, with tears of joy in her eyes when she told me how proud she was of me after I gave birth to my children. It is what she called me when she’d brush my hair from my forehead when my heart had been broken into pieces by the cruelty of those I wished were my friends. It is also what she called me when I would slink in the door of their rickety house on the corner of Bayley’s Coast Road and Scotty’s Camp Road in Dargaville after I’d burned the candle too hot at both ends for a time and needed to just be someplace quiet.

Me and my mom at our first wedding which we had at their house up in Dargaville, and on Bayley's Beach.
Me and my mom at our first wedding which we had at their house up in Dargaville, and on Bayley’s Beach.

As anyone who has tuned into this blog, or knows me in real life already knows, my mother has a huge amount to do with raising our kids. She’s an integral part of their lives. She is there for them in a million ways, big and small. From collecting them from the gate every day after school, to watching them for days or weeks at a time while Grumpy and I are off traveling for work or leisure.

Two relaxed, fresh faced and calm Hobbits enjoying High Tea at Alvear Palace in Buenos Aires.  Why?  Because our parents had the children for three glorious weeks!
Two relaxed, fresh faced and calm Hobbits enjoying High Tea at Alvear Palace in Buenos Aires. Why? Because our parents had the children for three glorious weeks!

My mother and I don’t always see eye to eye. She drives me around the bend and I have every certainty that she often finds me absolutely infuriating. We are very much alike in a lot of the ways that make us clash. We also seem to be lacking accord in some of the more frivolous things in life such as hobbies or foods we both like, that might make us get along a bit more. We shop and travel together. But even when we do, we bicker. I hope she knows how much I Love her, and all her faults and foibles. She wouldn’t drive me quite so nuts if she weren’t one of the most important people in my life through each and every stage of it.

Anyway.

Tonight, I snuck upstairs at around 8:00pm after three tired kids had stopped making a whole lot of noise and racket, and I kissed and cuddled each of them. As I turned walked out of my only daughter’s room, I instinctively said to her: “Goodnight Stinkpot.” as I drew the curtain in her room and turned to leave.

My little Stinkpot.  This picture is a couple of years old now…
My little Stinkpot. This picture is a couple of years old now…

I’d had a pretty rotten day up until this point. Constant interruptions, reworking spreadsheets that just didn’t stack up, and getting my ass kicked at crib by mother in law… So not a stellar day.

But this last act of parenting the big kids for the night put a big and healing compress on the wounds of the day. All the humdrum and sadness in life is sweetened considerably by the Love and support of my functionally dysfunctional family.

I like being and having a Stinkpot.

Now I sleep. Well, as soon as I finish this $%&*#&! spreadsheet.

Thanks for reading.

#SMHS (S*** My Husband Says)

Just wanted to walk you through yet another clanger from the mouth of my less than smooth operator husband.

Soon we will be sharing office/warehousing space so that Grumpy can continue his distinguished career as a mad genius inventor type while I attempt to keep my boutique PR firm growing.

I’ll get the office space while he will be in the warehouse and storage area tinkering with his gloriously geeky EV and engineering mates.

I’m very excited!

My two business partners and I have more or less decided that we’d like to go for a 50′s chic motif in order to align with our ethos of recycling and up cycling and classic and timeless values.  Plus, rummaging through sally army stores and antique furniture places will be a heap of fun and a bonding experience I hope.

So, earlier today, I invited Grumpy to join me for lunch next to a kitchen installation guy I needed to see about the new office kitchen. The place is called Armadillo cafe in Rothesay bay and it is amazing! And the decor is spot on what I want to do at our offices.  I HIGHLY recommend this great little cafe, the food was nice and the decor was lovely!  It is called Armadillo Cafe and it is in Rothesay Bay and it gets an 8/10 from this Hobbit.

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Grumpy of course hated it…

Anyway, I cheekily said to him:

“Well, you don’t have to like it, you just have to pay for it.”

To which he responded:

“Yeah, just like sex.”

And then looked at me, grinning and obviously pleased with his signature wit. He waited for me to laugh.

I did not laugh.

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Grumpy looking at me waiting for me to laugh at his superior wit

What does that even mean?  He still, even after my posting this is moderately proud of his wit, which does make me more than a little bit confused.  Do I demand money and favours in return for coitus?  And is the resulting act regularly dull and unsatisfying? Or is he referring to a secret stash of call girls and mistresses that he manages to entertain in the non-existent hours we spend apart?  Whatever he meant, I found it nauseating, not charming.  Sigh.

So, on the bright side, he had to change a rather massive explody diaper.  As I passed him the baby he said: “I think it is your turn to change the baby!” to which I responded: “I think after that little gem of jerk face nonsense it is now YOUR turn to change the baby and you’d be lucky to ever get laid again as long as you live.”

He will continue to pepper our days with painfully inappropriate and tasteless clangers, and I will continue to roll my eyes and sigh.

If you, like me had to endure a hubby with no filter who says s*** like this, I feel for you. Lucky underneath all that he’s got a heart of gold, and I hope yours does too.

If, like my dear friend who popped in for a coffee on her way home from work tonight, you have a husband who is sweet and would never consider saying things so daft and painful, go and hug that man of yours for being a sweetheart.

Over and out for today.

Big Boobs Blog

In the first trimester of my fourth pregnancy, something happened.

My boobs ballooned to ludicrously large and have not returned to any semblance of normalcy.

My gorgeous girl and I in Sydney when I was 24 weeks pregnant.
My gorgeous girl and I in Sydney when I was 24 weeks pregnant.

The absolute largest nursing bra I have been able to get my hands on in regular retail outlets is a 14HH and I spill out of that even.

This may help give a sense of scale, as I am 7 months pregnant in this pic, and I do believe each of the ta-ta twins are about the same size as my belly.  Sigh.
This may help give a sense of scale, as I am 7 months pregnant in this pic, and I do believe each of the ta-ta twins are about the same size as my belly. Sigh.

I’m sick of them. I’m sick of feeling like a I’d be more comfortable in a circus freak-show than at the supermarket, as even trips out of the house result in gawks and whispers, particularly if I am not carrying the baby as an explanation to my watermelon sized appendages.

This is the picture that started it all… Grumpy took a snap of James looking particularly cute, and I realised that one of my breasts was about the same size as my 7KG son. Sigh again.
This is the picture that started it all… Grumpy took a snap of James looking particularly cute, and I realised that one of my breasts was about the same size as my 7KG son. Sigh again.

Visits to friends and family who have not seen me in a few months ALWAYS result in comments of concern, surprise or astonishment. Some of my favourites include:

“Oh my word, they are even bigger in person.”

“HahahahahhahahHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHHHHHHAHHAHAHAAAA!!!!”

“I know you keep saying you’re fat, but surely carrying a couple of things that are clearly bigger than a human head in front of you can’t be helping.”

“That’s just not right.”

There’s an extensive list of comments and quips regarding my sweater huskies (I can’t say sweater puppies as a euphemism here, as puppies can be tiny) and most of the time, I find it genuinely amusing and am glad people make light of them.

There is some light at the end of the tunnel as our sweet baby James has opted to start solids, which means my days of cluster feeds and distended, engorged, gargantuan ta-tas are numbered!

So this experience often makes me ponder the puzzle of people’s pleasure pillows.

Women the world-over, spend time comparing and contemplating their own and other women’s breasts.

Breast augmentation is far and away one of the most popular cosmetic surgeries the world over.

Meanwhile, there are women like myself that are genuinely tired and in my case, even a little embarrassed by the size of their bosoms.

So, as is often the case with my meanderings, I am not entirely sure what I am trying to communicate with you today.

What I will say, is this: As women, particularly child bearing women, our bodies are in a constant state of flux. I think we should all work a bit harder to accept ourselves and our bodies. Creating, growing, and continuing to nurture a tiny human with our body is nothing short of miraculous. It comes with a whole range of strange and surprising side affects and changes to our bodies and our minds. I just think we all ought to celebrate the many different shapes and sizes of women around the world pre and post partum, because we are all beautiful, and it is the differences that make us interesting and unique.

If you are a woman reading this, know that you are gorgeous. Whether you have or have not embarked on the breeding, embrace your boobs and your bum and all the bits, because they make up you, and I can assure you that you are truly beautiful. But the most beautiful thing about you is the kindnesses and quirks that cannot be seen with the naked eye. The thoughts and experiences that make you the amazing miracle you are is alluring to those who you have chosen to be close to you as you journey through the days and this life. So say it with me ladies:

“I am beautiful, I am strong, I am amazing and I am getting better and better through all my trials and triumphs!”

And, if you are a man, take the time to genuinely compliment (tactfully, and not lasciviously please) some of the women in your life today. A kind and candid compliment can change the trajectory of our day, and we need to hear more supportive stuff from you guys.

That is all.

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Friday, Friday, Having a Tiny Exhaustion Induced Meltdown on Friday… Thank Heavens for Long Weekends!

So it is nearly 10:00am.

Sweet baby James woke his trade mark half a dozen or so times last night, and because he was so thirsty he filled his diaper, it soaked through, and co-sleeping mamma bear me groggily placed an extra sheet down and slept in the wet patch. Don’t judge me. Most parents have done this, and trust me, you’ll do the most amazing things in order to steal a precious few extra minutes of sleep. And it is easier to change the bed now that he is asleep in his hammock and I don’t have a beautiful Hobbity husband snoring soundly beside me.

So, I should be getting ready to go to the personal trainer with Grumpy because, well, I am a chubster and something must be done. I am also exceptionally fond of both the ladies who train us and seeing them is a genuine treat.

This is Jody holding James.  She is more than a personal trainer, she is a close family friend.  Her and her daughter also take care of James when Grumpy and I go out on Date night, I am so lucky to know them, let alone have them as trainers!  Contact me if you're keen to get training with her, she may have a couple of spaces left...
This is Jody holding James. She is more than a personal trainer, she is a close family friend. Her and her daughter also take care of James when Grumpy and I go out on Date night, I am so lucky to know them, let alone have them as trainers! Contact me if you’re keen to get training with her, she may have a couple of spaces left…
Linda is AMAZING and will be competing in the world bodybuilding comps in the Gold Coast in a few short weeks!  She's very nice, smart, kind and funny too. Although I haven't known her for the more than a decade I have known Jody, she is a firm friend and it is an honour and pleasure to spend time with her, in or out of the gym :-)
Linda is AMAZING and will be competing in the world bodybuilding comps in the Gold Coast in a few short weeks! She’s very nice, smart, kind and funny too. Although I haven’t known her for the more than a decade I have known Jody, she is a firm friend and it is an honour and pleasure to spend time with her, in or out of the gym :-)

I’d also intended completing a guest list, several work documents, an event budget, chasing up a large debt and nailing down a meeting with the elusive debtor, following up on completing my post-grad study, and setting up a Facebook event for the Halloween party we’ll host here this year completed by this time this morning. Oh, also need to hire a skip for garden waste, check up on our rental baches, read and sign off several quotes for various maintenance and start hunting down someone to build a fence, planter boxes, and a chicken run, and then another person or company to wash the houses and clean the gutters. Jeepers. It looks like a lot when your write it all down. Eep.

Somewhere among all of this there are after school activities, reading, snuggles, walks, cooking, yelling, swearing, shopping for groceries and all the other components of child rearing, or, in our case, herding a rather large tribe of children through the days and weeks together.

Today, for the first time this week, I did not wake the children and chase them around the house to pack their lunch and get ready for school. I did not make Grumpy his coffee, I did not sit in bed trying to work while the kids brushed their teeth and I did not take the tribe to school and daycare. Today: I. Just. Slept. In.

Sleeping in… Hubby kindly took a snap to share with you :-)  Gosh I Love bed…
Sleeping in… Hubby kindly took a snap to share with you :-) Gosh I Love bed…

I’m up now and I just had to share the thoughts and gratitude with you as the week draws to a close and New Zealanders go off on a much needed holiday weekend. I urge you all to relish the time, drive safely, breath deeply and rest and rejuvenate, because gosh darn it, we grown ups deserve it!

I know there are single parents, amazing caregivers, hard working couples, and people who are struggling through hectic schedules every day, not because they choose to as I do, but because they have to in order to keep a roof over head and shoes on their feet. And with that thought, I am re-energised. As soon as I have posted this I’ll be calling my business partner and bounding up to give ‘er heck through another day.

I complain about Grumpy an awful lot, but only because he can be a pretty big jerk. The flip side of that is that he is honest, loyal, fair, supportive, funny, kind, passionate about many of the same things as I am, and once in a while he steps up and takes over so I can have a morning like this. We’ve got a fair whack of stuff to do this weekend, so spending the entire time at the bach unplugged is not on the cards, but we will be there for as long as we can manage and come back rejuvenated and recharged.

My baby girl is heading up with her bestie and their family to Pahia for the duration. It is the first time I’ve left any of my babies in the care of anyone other than my mother for more than an overnighter. I am certain she will have a ball, and I can honestly say I had the click with the mother, who shares a great deal of good and bad characteristics with me. I know she’s in good hands, and it means we are down to three Hobbits from four this weekend.

So, whatever you are doing, wherever you are going, travel safely, take it easy, and enjoy removing yourself from your own brand of chaos and/or routine if you are able to do so.

I wish you well on your journey today and every day.

Off to get some work done now. Feeling way better after writing this all down. Thanks for reading!

Why do We Gossip?

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Gossipy Gerties… They’re everywhere, in every demographic, age group, country, class and creed. So why do we gossip?

Why do people talk about people? We all do it. Even those who are the sweetest, smartest and strongest in character and conviction have a vent about someone or something now and again. There does seem to be a fairly strong and interesting correlation between clever and content people NOT engaging in gossip or smack talk, and rather building others up even in their absence. We all ought to engage more in the building and less in the tearing down.

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Excellent observation!

So where was I going with this?

Oh yes.

It is no secret that I can be pretty judgmental, in positive and negative lights. I form very strong ideas, feelings, and opinions about people and things. I do not suffer fools and if I feel wronged by someone or disagree with their actions they’ll almost certainly know about it. Perhaps that’s why I am not often surprised when it gets back to me that people have been saying vile or mean things behind my back.

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What goes around comes around I guess. And frankly, the chances are, I probably earned some of the smack talk. Then, again, I’ve been handed back some pretty malicious and cruel words and thoughts from the mouths and hearts of people who I thought were friends, or at least on my side as I was on theirs. Those instances hurt. But the sting is softened by the army of advocates who speak kindly of me as I do of them. Kind and true words make everyone feel better and stronger. Being a jerk about someone behind their backs is just going to make the person dishing out the negativity look bad in the long run.

The truth also comes out in the wash. People will believe the lies and embellishments of fools or meanies for a time, but the truth and a person’s character will shine through.

True douchebags can be well admired and supported for a time as well, but again, the general talk about them will change when the truth about their dark dealings, dubious decisions or distinct douchebaggery finally comes to light.

Mean spirited or nasty people may be admired and spoken well of for a time, but the way they treat others and the way they act  will be noticed and one day their reign of BS will end. No need to speak ill of them, they will seal their own fate.
Mean spirited or nasty people may be admired and spoken well of for a time, but the way they treat others and the way they act will be noticed and one day their reign of BS will end. No need to speak ill of them, they will seal their own fate.

So why do people talk about others? Why do haters hate and spend precious time and energy dragging other people’s reputations through the mud by saying mean or hurtful things behind their backs?

Well, in my 30 odd years of passive research on this matter, I’d say it could be owing to a number of things. Here’s some of them:

  • Jealousy
  • Insecurity
  • Boredom
  • They are just mean
  • You did something gossip worthy, out of character or dumb, and people talk about it because it makes them feel better
  • They just do not like you.

I’m aiming to keep my thoughts a bit more brief and succinct, so I shan’t unpack each of these points too much.

Perhaps the vast majority of gossip is just entertainment. But none of us find it very entertaining when we are the subject of other people’s chatter. So think about that before or as you engage in mean or hurtful gossip. Also think about what the person dishing dirt to you may be saying while you are absent.

So I shall endeavor in earnest to speak kindly of others and not engage in mindless or inane gossip about people I do or do not know. I’ll try and get back to you on how it goes. I am guessing it should pan out rather positively, for me and the people I am either not talking about, or speaking fondly of.

Have a great rest of the week.

Thanks for reading!

Breastfeeding Around The Globe

Okay.  So in the long standing tradition of over-sharing, I have now spent 9 weeks taking selfies and random pics of feeding fourth and final child in various locations around the globe.  From Auckland to Andalucia I have demand fed this almost insatiable little Hobbit.

I will spare you further pontificating about my parenting style or my experiences feeding and share some pictures so you can come to your own conclusions about how you feel about feeding in public.  I cover up for my own modesty, and in all our travels I was only confronted once, strangely on a BC ferry.  Everyone else was pretty good.  I even fed him on the subway sitting right next to strangers, who were not fussed at all and quite relieved that I fed him and he was quiet after a good grizzle.

So, thanks in advance for scrolling through this 8-9 week cross section of our Hobbity adventures.  I personally find it much easier to feed him on the go, and was thankful to get settled on the cruise ship so I could express and leave him at the creche for a couple of hours and enjoy a guilt free glass of wine!

Also just want to take a second to admit to the fact that I found feeding an absolute nightmare the first time around.  I also found it tough to start out with with subsequent kids.  I was mere moments away from giving up because it was so painful and difficult.  But I pushed through (barely) and am glad that I did.

I’ll let these pictures tell the story for the rest of the blog.

Coming up for air after a good feed.  He went to sleep so I could eat my dinner and that is the ideal outcome!
Coming up for air after a good feed. He went to sleep so I could eat my dinner and that is the ideal outcome!
This is what a hungry baby looks like… not happy
This is what a hungry baby looks like… not happy
Breastfeeding at WestCity Mall in Henderson selfie
Breastfeeding at WestCity Mall in Henderson selfie
WestCity Selfie V. 2 :-)
WestCity Selfie V. 2 :-)
Stanley Park in Vancouver.  People were very nice and there were a couple of women in their 50's that congratulated me for feeding in public as it "just wasn't the done thing" when they were raising their kids… hmmmm.
Stanley Park in Vancouver. People were very nice and there were a couple of women in their 50′s that congratulated me for feeding in public as it “just wasn’t the done thing” when they were raising their kids… hmmmm.
Super cheesy 1970's family planning shot with rays of light and staring adoringly down at my infant… gag.
Super cheesy 1970′s family planning shot with rays of light and staring adoringly down at my infant… gag.
Fed and happy baby at a scrumptious coffee shop near Pike Place markets in Seattle
Fed and happy baby at a scrumptious coffee shop near Pike Place markets in Seattle
Pre lunch drinks for James in downtown Seattle
Pre lunch drinks for James in downtown Seattle
Breastfeeding Selfie… somwhere… Mukilteo maybe?  Somewhere in Washington state anyway.
Breastfeeding Selfie… somwhere… Mukilteo maybe? Somewhere in Washington state anyway.
On the ferry from Washington to Victoria
On the ferry from Washington to Victoria
A&W … fine dining establishment
A&W … fine dining establishment
Victoria Inner Harbour
Victoria Inner Harbour
West Edmonton Mall
West Edmonton Mall
Times Square
Times Square
Times Square mid sentence probably nagging Grumpy about something...
Times Square mid sentence probably nagging Grumpy about something…
"I Love Boobies" clad baby post feed enjoying an afternoon nap with his dad in Central Park.
“I Love Boobies” clad baby post feed enjoying an afternoon nap with his dad in Central Park.
Lovely lady sat next to me on the train from Newark to Penn Station.
Lovely lady sat next to me on the train from Newark to Penn Station.
Snuggles in Central Park
Snuggles in Central Park
Feeding in a cab after a MASSIVE day in NYC.
Feeding in a cab after a MASSIVE day in NYC.
Boston Seafood restaurant with Crystal
Boston Seafood restaurant with Crystal
Harvey's makes your hamburger a beautiful thing… and gave me a chance to feed the baby on the way to Montreal from Ottawa.
Harvey’s makes your hamburger a beautiful thing… and gave me a chance to feed the baby on the way to Montreal from Ottawa.
Rhode Island
Rhode Island
Boston with my beautiful friend Michelle who is not in the picture as she is taking it :-)
Boston with my beautiful friend Michelle who is not in the picture as she is taking it :-)
Subway NYC.  Crowded.
Subway NYC. Crowded.
Just getting baby latched on… nobody seemed to give a hoot which is great.
Just getting baby latched on… nobody seemed to give a hoot which is great.
Norway!
Norway!
Little Italy in San Diego.  Delicious Argentinean restaurant. Bad selfie… ah well.  I was tired and missing my Grumpy.
Little Italy in San Diego. Delicious Argentinean restaurant. Bad selfie… ah well. I was tired and missing my Grumpy.
Cafe across from the leaning tower of Pisa
Cafe across from the leaning tower of Pisa
Train in Italy
Train in Italy
Hamming it up for the camera in Pisa
Hamming it up for the camera in Pisa
Rome Bus tour top deck.  Dozens of tourists from several countries and nobody seemed phased or offended.
Rome Bus tour top deck. Dozens of tourists from several countries and nobody seemed phased or offended.
Looking thoughtful, but kinda old on the bus in Rome.
Looking thoughtful, but kinda old on the bus in Rome.
The museum
The museum
And another...
And another…

Don’t Let That Stop You

I have no idea how you might be feeling about the current state of play here in New Zealand or around the world. Personally, I have had to take a serious sabbatical from the news because it is all just too much.  Doom and gloom have given way to fear and a feeling of helplessness that has brought me to tears of late.

As a result of this, I’ve recently found it easy to find many fabulous excuses to just quietly go about my business, and not bother caring about people outside of my immediate circle of friends and family. Making a difference seems like a loaded and impossible prospect. Mean and destructive people are everywhere. Bad things continue to happen to good people. Our planet is choking and I am part of the problem as much as I am part of the solution.

So is it time to cash in my chips and stop fighting the good fight? Am I just one little person without a voice or the means to make a difference? Are things so dire that quietly conceding defeat and waiting for the worst to happen and accepting it, is my only rational option?

Absolutely not.

Ripples of kindness are far reaching and none of us can ever fully grasp just how much our positive activism, however we go about it, actually is. A simple and random act of kindness as small as smiling at a stranger or holding a door can change the course of a person’s day and trigger innumerable positive moments in the days and lives of others.

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So why am I bothering to share this particulary loaded post today?

So this happened:

I went to a local fruit and veg shop to pick up some fresh local produce at reasonable prices. A woman stopped to admire James and I confided that I was absolutely exhausted with four children and all the other stuff on my plate. A little tear came to her eye and she told me a long and personal story about having two “miracle” children after serious gynecological issues. I apologized earnestly to her for seeming unappreciative of my large family, as children were absolutely a blessing.

She was obviously touched and buoyed by the human interaction and I suspect she went about the rest of her day in a brightened mood and anyone she may come across would likely benefit from that.

I realised that I am totally blessed in countless ways, not the least of which being the fact I am healthy, loud, outgoing and genuinely enjoy engaging with people.

From there I went to meet a couple of pathological overachieving friends and talk about actively changing our world and making it a better place. They plan on engaging people on issues ranging from simple to complex. We discussed things as straightforward as planting a garden or composting, and as multifaceted as rolling out a nation wide campaign set to affect a million people through tech, sustainability or positive social activism.

Then I stopped in to visit a dear friend who was busy in the kitchen with another awesome human making magic and delicious food together.  We decided we were going to get together once a month to cook and then share our fantastic food with friends or strangers and they would be blown away by our awesome while we all felt pretty good about cooking AND sharing.

I felt much better after that.

So if you are feeling overwhelmed and asking yourself “what can I possibly do?” I’d like to start by sharing some ideas.

  • Reuse more of your stuff. Upcycle, repurpose, donate, fix or give away things rather than throwing things out. Crafty people are the best at this!
  • Waste less. Eat more left-overs, be a bit more thoughtful about waste when you are cooking for your family or a crowd.
  • Grow something. This is one of my favourite things, even though I have a track record of failed gardening attempts I keep trying. My granddad is an amazing gardener, and is producing enough for himself and many friends and neighbours well into his 80’s. Planting a citrus tree, or a box full of herbs to place on your kitchen windowsill is still growing something, and if heaps of people do a bit, the combined result is actually mind-bogglingly cool!
  • Say something genuine and kind to someone you Love. Seriously, if you do this all the time anyway, keep doing it, but if you’re having a bit of a downer day, take the time to make the effort to share some heart-felt and positive words and you’re planting some awesome right in your own social circle.
  • Smile at a stranger or let someone in traffic (safely) or say thank you with a wave if someone lets you in.
  • Clean out your pantry and donate some cans that you don’t think you will ever use. This is a double whammy because you get a cleaner pantry and you give something to someone who needs it.
  • If you are a foodie like me, get together with some other food obsessed people and spend an afternoon cooking and bring the fruits or our labours directly to a friend in need, or drop them off to one of the pay it forward initiatives in our area.  Looking forward to getting together with Anna and Freddy in the coming weeks to do this, and I’ll totally YouTube it if I can manage to get a couple of moments footage without us flexing our trade-mark colourful vocabularies (I like to keep things G rated online as you know)

This list could go on in perpetuity because every day we are all given thousands of chances to do something good or constructive. Don’t feel overwhelmed, and realize that the time you spend making excuses not to do something is probably enough time to just go ahead and complete a task, however seemingly insignificant, that will plant a little seed of fabulous in the universe.

SO in conclusion YES, the world is totally messed up. But if we all start doing what we can with what we have where we are, then it really will get better.

Thanks for tuning in and please let me know your thoughts on little and big things we can do to make things better.

This is where I share opinions and observations about things that happen to the Happy Hobbit family.

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