Juicy, Delicious, Watery - Ergh, That's Me...?

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Kindly Mama Mogantosh has awarded me with a Watermelon Award. To be frank, it should be the bananas award. Or the coconuts award. But I'll go with watermelon - apparently my blog is sweet and refreshing. Thanks Rach!

So I must name 6 things that make me happy. And I did do this earlier today, but it's easy to think of things that make me happy, so I'll go hell for leather and hit you with another six, and then I'll pick six blogs that make me feel sweet and refreshed too. Dig?

Six Happy Things

1. Playing 'Wanna Be Starting Something' up loud and getting the Doctor and Tiny to dancey-dance.

2. When Tiny says cat and then does the obligatory 'meeeoow' - over and over again.

3. Selling all my stuff on eBay. Not everything, but just stuff I don't need.

4. Finding new delicious recipes to whip up in the kitchen. Gets me in a frenzy every time.

5. Late afternoon sunshine when the day's been dull and grey. Loving that heat - no matter how weak.

6. For the first time in a long time, lying on the couch and relaxing without the gnawing guilt of thinking I need to be doing something else rather than just 'being'.

Six blogs that are ripe for a-pickin'

1. Tracey from Peppermint Patcher - Tracey's like a warm breeze on a chilly day

2. Kerri from Life and Other Crises - Kerri has a real knack for making me belly laugh

3. Sally at Georgie Love - Sally also makes me laugh, and laugh, and then laugh a little more

4. Michelle from Hugo & Elsa - because I am going to move in next door one day, but Michelle doesn't know it yet

5. Victoria at Earl & Cookie - so creative, so girl genius 'nuff said

6. Megan from The Scent of Water - she's inspiring, she's conspiring, she's wickedly wordsmithy

By no means is this list conclusive. I could go on and on 'til the break of dawn. So play along if you'd like. Six happy things? Hit me up!

Catching Up On Tags

A long, long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away three friendly bloggers tagged me. I've been a naughty little poppet and have not played along. Tonight is the night my friends!

Pip at Meet Me At Mikes, melliemoomoo and Cindy at Bug & Pop - here I go. I've played this before, but you know me, I've got loads of quirky yet boring facts that I can share and bore you with.

1. Years ago, pre-Matt, pre-children, I lived in a little unit. It got broken into while I was asleep. I woke up while a hand was reaching through the window. I often wondered what I would do in this situation. I stood on top of my bed and in this deep, gutteral voice said 'Get the *beeeeeep* outta here.' The hand left. Hours later, four police officers and two police rescue removed the man from our ceiling. Yes. Yes that's right. Comforting, huh? Oh and as an added bonus, he'd stolen my clothes off the clothesline.

2. If I drink vodka, I get nervous rash. All across my chest.

3. Earlier this year a beautician waxed a big chunk of my eyebrow off. I am still waiting for it to grow back. Hmph.

4. Once when I may or may not have had a wee few too many vodkas (hello nervous rash) I pretended I was on the door of a popular pub and made everyone let me check their ID. This included the CEO of some company who didn't have any ID only a business card and pleaded 'But I'm 41'. I didn't let him in.

5. I don't really like eating eggs. I feel a little uneasy about eating eggs. Particularly runny eggs. If they're in a cake, I eat eggs.

6. I like vaccuuming. In fact, I like vacuuming so much I leave our vacuum out often so I can vacuum whenever the mood strikes me.

And because I am being too lazy to look back in my previous posts as to who I have tagged, if you feel the vibe, play, but let me know you're playing so I can pop over to your place!

Oh and each of these awesome gals who tagged me have cool shops - pop in, you might just find some ace beauties for Christmas!

So Tired Sunday: Then There Was One

damien hirst's shark - a little different to our fish breeding program

We had a busy Sunday which was a happy, happy thing because I got to see my nephews and brother-in-law who I haven't seen in over a year. Particularly great because they got to meet their newest cousin, and we all got to kick back with a delicious lunch by my sister and other bro-in-law. Good times.

Previously on pottymouthmama I had mentioned our silverfish dying. Well would you believe we saw another two fatalities over the weekend and now there's just one lonely little fish left? It may have had something to do with the fact that Matt walked in when our son was tipping the fish from one bowl to another, rather excitedly. I don't think goldfish do that particularly often in the wild, hence their rapid demise. And today I see one of our snails is floating on the surface of the water. This pet-owning thing is not going well for us.

As a conclusion to the original silver fish that has left us to go swimming in greater waters - I must concur with a number of commenters. I think the other fish must have eaten him. You've no idea how much that disgusts me. It's almost as bad as the mice we had to breed in Year 7, our mummy mouse birthed a whopping 13 babies and ate seven of them. I can't ever imagine eating my own children, but hey - different strokes for different folks.

In other news, Emily from the delightfully effervescent and beautifully-hued sugar & meringue tagged me. Here's the lowdown on how to play:

1) Link to the person who tagged you

2) Mention the rules

3) Tell six quirky yet boring, unspectacular details about yourself

4) Tag six other bloggers by linking to them

5) Go to each person’s blog and leave a comment that lets them know they’ve been tagged

Here are my six reasonably quirky and yet boring (quirky and boring - wowsers, I thought these things were mutually exclusive) things about moi:

* During Year 12 I got my Dad to tape each of the episodes of Australia's Most Wanted so I wouldn't miss it. I loved that show. I have some freaky fascination with crime shows. CSI - the original is my favourite. I even have a special CSI dance I do while the show theme music is running, much to the amusement of my husband.

* I am ridiculously terrified of spiders. I need to get over it, I know. But they seem to follow me. It all started when I was nine and had a life size poster of Elle MacPherson in my bedroom. I thought my sisters had played a prank on me and put a fake spider in my room. I went to pick it up and just as I went to grab it, the damn hairy thing moved. I didn't sleep in my bedroom for two nights after that. Following that they were in the car above my head. Then in some tracksuit pants my sister borrowed from me. I clearly remember lying on my bed when she came in to borrow them. She wondered what was in them, thought it was the drawstring and flicked out a ginormous huntsman. We squealed like piglets. Dad had to come and rescue us. See a pattern here? Spiders terrify me.

* During my pre-labour with my son I walked 2 kms to the supermarket. I was in denial and HAD to go to Coles to pick up my supplies to make labour aid (which subsequently exploded all over my foot in my sister's car on the way to the birth centre). I picked up Sex and the City DVDs on the way home while experiencing intermittent contractions and grimacing at the man serving me who said a little too cheerily "See you on Sunday" - all the while thinking, no, no you won't because you have no idea, but I AM HAVING A BABY RIGHT NOW! PS - I never even drank the damn labour aid.

* When I am nervous I get a rash all over my decolletage and it creeps up my face. Same happens when I drink vodka.

* I hate shoe shopping. I am probably the only woman in the history of mankind to ever say that. I have size 11/12 feet. It doesn't help when I ask for my size shoe and the shop assistant comes back and says, "No I don't have that size, but I've got an 8 or a 9." Well that's really useful, I'll just go either a) dislocate my toes, or bind them and shove those suckers on my feet, or b) chop off my toes.

* I ran away from university when I was 19. I asked this guy who lived in the same building as me to drive me to the train station and to not tell anyone where I had gone. I have no idea for the need for such secrecy, but I went home to my parents and knew I'd never go back to that university. A few days later the RA of the university campus accommodation rang up and asked my parents if they knew where I had gone. Of course they knew, I was at home in my old bedroom. Some people told me I'd regret it. I didn't. I've never looked back.

And six bloggers that I think should step up to bat for the boring yet quirky tagging?

- Hugo & Elsa (Michelle is living my dream life in Tasmania)

- Che & Fidel

- Hoppo Bumpo

- Paper Dolls for Boys (Tracey - I know you have more of this)

- ChoccyBangles

- bugandpop

Play if you want to. Come on. You know you want to.

Six Things That Make Me Happy! Booyar!

In a funny turn of events Ethel Loves Fred and Pip of Meet Me At Mikes fame have tagged me to nominate six things that make me happy. If only this list wasn't restricted to six things, otherwise I could bang on and on about happy things, or even just things that elicit a small smile. But it's just six things (or do I get twelve because I got tagged twice?), ok ok, so brevity it is.. Here goes:

1. Music! Today - The Frames. I am a huge Glen Hansard fan. I was introduced to The Frames by a good Irish friend of mine (tanks for the intro Sheilsy, and top of the morning to you). We saw them play in London. It was brilliant. I continue enjoying their music, and rediscovering old songs - especially 'What Happens When the Heart Just Stops'. Enjoy it. Hansard has also formed The Swell Season with Marketa Irglova - beautiful..
2. Beautiful vintage finds.. I love the idea that something has been pre-loved, and continues its life with a new family..
3. Getting my groove back.. I always stumble a bit after having a baby (always being twice), but seven months later, I'm rediscovering my style again.. Big yipeeee! Let's call it, 'When Lexi Got Her Groove Back'. You know what time it is???
4. My family. Watching my little man learn - I love spying on him playing, it's such a nice stolen moment, and having funny conversations with him.. Listening to my little babe warble like a baby birdie in her cot.. My husband. Mmm. I'll stop now before I start going into Oscars speech territory.
5. Dreaming.. Of moving to the country. Of our own little house. Of being a rockstar (hey, a gal can dream, can't she??).. Of what lies ahead... So exciting!
6. Patterns and new flowers. I am not a green thumb by any means. But my orchid has just birthed three flowers, with another new one in bud.. I love looking at the sky through the pattern of mishappen magnolia branches all pointing to the blue. And my little garden is on the verge of blooming, whenever I go and look, it just excites me.. And a surprise, some ranunculus that were bestowed on me from my grandmother's house have started blooming.. Three white ones - that was a beautiful happy surprise - and one that greets me when I come and go from our front door.

I won't tag anyone, not for lack of want, but because I am being too lazy.. But if you feel like you want to play - be out and proud, tell us what six things make you happy.

Thanks Pip-a-rooski and Claire for tagging me!

Tag Team Wrestling

The lovely Cam from Curlypops has tagged me. So, in an effort to be on time and not let these things slip by the wayside, I'm going to go crazy and do so now. Amazing, aren't I?

Here are the rules:

1. Link to the person who “tagged” you.

2. Post the rules on your blog.

3. Write six random things about yourself.

4. Tag six people at the end of your post.

5. Let each person know that they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.

6. Let the tagger know your entry is up.

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6 Random Things You Probably Do Not Need to Know About Me

1. I used to wear glasses from the age of four until I was in Year 8 (at the ripe old age of 14) I decided I wasn't going to wear them anymore. This came after a pair of glasses I had been prescribed made the road look wobbly and gave me big bad headaches. I've not really worn them since, except to read (and even then it's only occasional). Who said I couldn't be my own opthalmologist??

2. Matt and I got married when my first child was five months old. Hey - clearly I didn't know what I was doing, so I thought - yeah this is a great time to get hitched. Throughout our wedding reception I had to keep running upstairs pulling my wedding dress off, feeding, then run back downstairs (with my wedding dress back on). This happened quite a few times. My babe wouldn't take the expressed milk I had worked so hard to provide, he wanted the real deal. By the time I got back for my main course it was cold. Matt and I have agreed that next time we get married, we'll get a nanny.

3. I have such long feet that my husband can wear my shoes (but hey, he restrains himself when it comes to my stilettos - phew! otherwise that could be the next point). My big toes are long enough, that if I ever lose a thumb, I am quietly confident my toes will be incognito enough to be transplanted.

4. My first CD I ever owned was The Carpenters. I used to play 'Calling Occupants of Interplanetary Craft' so much that my Dad told me the CD would run out of the track. I believed him. But still played it. I still have that CD. Only now I subject my husband to it. If you know what's good for you, you'll click here so you can experience that song for yourself, and maybe give generously to Matt's charity fund for expensive counselling.


5. When I was nine I had a mad crush on Michael Jackson. I think I'll leave it at that.

6. I met my husband at a NYE party where I was pretending to be so Frenchy, so chic (the extent of my French is high school). I introduced him to a group of people (that he already knew and that I had never met) as my husband. I forgot his name at least six times that night. I was at the time, pathetically drunk (on love??). Seven months later we were engaged.

7. Oh and as a bonus, I used to think my parents paid my friends to be friends with me. I have no idea why I thought this.

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Six people I am tagging:

- ChoccyBangles
- Hey Bubbles (if she can fit it in with a brand new bub!)
- Bliss
- weheartbooks
- CuriousBunny
- Flossy-P
- Strickerin
Yes, I did nominate seven (kind of like seven brides for seven sons or whatever that show was), I thought I'd openly flout the rules because I gave you seven bits of random information. Are the meme police going to arrest me? No, didn't think so.
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Play along if you'd like to!

Tag!

Happily, I've been tagged by weheartbooks... It's my debut at being tagged - you could even say I am a tagging virgin. Until now.

The rules are that I, as the tagged, must:


1. Pick up the nearest book.
2. Open to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the next three sentences.
5. Tag five people, and acknowledge who tagged you.

So here I go...

I soon got it. Sims had hair that came out very easily - it was sandy and fine and flopped into his eyes unless he gummed it straight across his head with water. He knew if Haggie gave a hard yank, she'd scalp him like a Red Indian.

I'm reading 'In The Blood - A Memoir of My Childhood' by Andrew Motion. Well I have been reading it for sometime now, but since I've picked it up this time, I am determined to finish it!

I'm choosing five unsuspecting blogs to be tagged, they are:

ChoccyBangles

One Girl

Kootoyoo

Curious Bunny

Hyena In Petticoats