Moo Goo

Ok so I have just had my first Moo Goo experience.

Ever since I can remember, I have suffered from Psoriasis. Not all the time, it comes and goes. But it’s very frustrating because it can seem as though I have dandruff – wearing black suits at work nowadays makes it so embarrassing. Forever looking over my shoulder dusting off the top of my clothes, paranoid that I’ve missed a spot.

So in my search to try and calm it down, I’ve been recommended, by a number of online pals, to try Moo Goo shampoo & conditioner.

Up until this point in my life, I had never even heard of this stuff before.

After locating a nearby stockist, I went and purchased some a few days ago.

I used it for the first time tonight.

Being an all natural, chemical-free product, it is supposed to offer great assistance to the general maintenance of my hair and to keep it in a nice healthy state – psoriasis free. I have decided to conduct a little experiment and keep track of the progress and changes – if any – from using Moo Goo.

Here are my notes from Day One.

When using the shampoo:

• I found the texture to be nice and creamy, like you would expect shampoo to be.
• I loved the smell of it. So nice and earthy and natural.
• While using it, I found my hair felt instantly dried out. Until I've done further research, I'm taking this as a positive sign to mean it is removing all the nasties that build up in hair.

When using the conditioner:

• Again, the texture was perfect. Nice and thick and creamy.
• The smell, again, was divine.
• When massaging into my scalp, my hair felt so soft and velvety. Unlike other conditioners that make your hair feel all oily and greasy.
• Brushing my hair was a little tougher than usual. Normally the knots would just fall out once I ran a brush through the conditioner. With the Moo Goo in, they didn't fall out as easily.
• As I rinsed it out, my hair felt so refreshed. And healthy.

I left my hair to towel dry for 10-15 minutes then proceeded to blow dry it.

During the blow dry, it did appear to take a bit of extra effort on the knots but nothing outrageously difficult.

Upon completion of the drying process my hair feels very soft and kind of creamy, but in a good way.

As for whether or not it has assisted with my psoriasis, I guess only time will tell. To quote the Pantene ads, "It won't happen overnight, but it will happen".

Taking that strategy on board, as I continue to use the Moo Goo shampoo and conditioner, I will monitor its progress and note my findings when I see anything to report.

Although I can say, I am wearing a black shirt and after drying, I was not left with any familiar "snow flake" effects on my shoulder so that's got to be a good sign.

While I can't finalize my comments just yet, as this experiment will take a few weeks to see results, I can summarize from my first Moo Goo experience and say that over all I'm not dissatisfied with the products and after spending my entire life using high-chemical based hair products, it's to be expected that the overall hair-washing process differed slightly from the norm.

However I can confidently say that at nearly $35 for this product – I do have high expectations.

Stay Tuned.

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True Love: Hard to find?

In this day and age of mixed families, increasing numbers of single parenting, young mothers and more and more babies being born out of wedlock (mine included), I wonder, are we slowly becoming a single society? And why?

A new generation of women are emerging and they're armed with independence, skills, power and a mind of their own! They're here to take on the world with an agenda of parties, travel, career and of course, the ever so special journey of true love and motherhood.

This new generation of men is made up of a wide array of metros, hetros, snags, gays, bi's etc but these guys seem to be on a different agenda. They want sex, money and power. All this comes from parties, travel and careers. While they perform these tasks with simple goals in mind, they tend not to look for love or want to be "tied down" with a wife and kids. They don't want to have to answer to anyone when they're in the prime of their lives.

But while the men are not looking for anything serious, the biological clock of these new age independent women keeps ticking and this is the time when they need to start considering potential husbands and fathers.

While I know this is a generalisation and that not all men are like this, it seems, from the single gal's point of view, that "all the good ones are taken".

I was lucky enough to have met someone and fall in love at a very young age and I was lucky that we both wanted the same things in the way of families and life. But what about those that don't want to be young parents? By the time they're ready to settle down, it's not always that easy and while the women have been preparing themselves for this next chapter of their lives, the men are not necessarily in the same stage yet, so while they may partake in relationships for a while, when things start to get too serious, the relationships don't necessarily evolve into much more, thus leaving the guy feeling satisfied at another 'notch on his belt', while the girl spends a considerable amount of her time crying over something that could have been, all the while knowing, that eventually, she is going to have to do this all over again.

With every relationship that doesn't work out the way she'd hoped, she not only loses the time she invested in the previous failed attempt at love, but she loses an extra ounce of hope.

As a single girl at almost 30, going through recent heartache yet again, she quotes, about the current status of the dating pool and potential life partners, "The pool is massive, but there's no one worth swimming with".

Will she find love again? When will she have her happy ever after?

 

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Born to be a Mother

I was born to be a mother. All I have ever wanted was to have children. I wanted it so badly, that my own mother was expecting me to come home from school every day since I was like 13 and tell her I was pregnant (never happened lol)

When I pictured my life ahead, I never saw travelling, I never saw high paying careers, I never saw any of the stresses that came with that.
I saw nappies, and baby puke and bottles and smooshed food and clutter and chaos and cute smiles and loving adorable hugs and all that comes with being a mum.


My life (aside from our current financial woes) is pretty much exactly where I had pictured it to be - and I couldn't be happier.

Having said all that, I didn't have my rose coloured glasses on (even though my mum always thought I did). And I knew that having a baby was going to be hard.


However, I didn't know what kind of struggles I'd face, because every child is different and every one deals with stuff in different ways.


And even though I am exactly where I wanted to be and I did all that I possibly could to "prepare myself for this reality" there are still some days, some moments, where I sit and think "I would just like one hour to sit on my own and scratch my bum and stare at the clouds and be still".


I don't expect it though, but every now and then I do crave it. And I am the most maternal person I know - I'd have a hundred babies if it was possible and I was rich. Being a mother is my destiny. I know who I am more now, then before having babies and pretty much every day up until the moment I conceived Muffin, I had been waiting for my reality to begin.



This is who I am. This is who I've always been - even though I didn't have the babies to show for it.

This is me.


Love Mum
xXx
 

 

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Reliving The Battle

Omg it was just all so surreal. I mean, reliving it here, now, with you just sends all these suppressed memories rushing back to the surface of my brain. I don’t know if I’ll get through this but I’ll try. I’ll be strong. I have to. If not for sharing my ordeal in a bid to raise awareness to others but to allow myself to heal and move on with my life.

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It all started about 20 minutes ago.

It was dark-ish, I was sitting in my recliner breastfeeding my 11month old, watching Friends re runs. Good show, that.

Anyway I was feeling slightly parched and decided to take a sip of my drink condensating on the coffee table to my right. As I reached across I let my eyes wander from the TV for just a second in the direction of my warming beverage when I saw it.

In the glare of the TV there it was. Scuttling across my living room floor.

“SHIT!” I yelled.

And then another expletive about 1.2 seconds later.
My fiancé wasn’t home at the time, he works nights. It was just me and I knew I had to do something – for the safety of myself and my daughter.
With my baby asleep in my arms, still attached to my breast, I arose with such speed and stealth that thankfully, she didn’t awaken. I raced her to her bed, laid her down and prayed she wouldn’t wake.
As angered as I was that our special time had been rudely interrupted and I would’ve gladly picked up where we left off if she did wake up, this was not the time.
I raced back in to the lounge room to examine the situation.
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*pauses for a moment to catch my breath. This is a hard memory to have to retell*
-cue music for dramatisation-
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Ok I’m back. Where was I?
OH right so there I was, face to face with this demon. With a running jump I flew over its head Matrix-Style and into the kitchen...slicing my leg open on the child-safety gate as I landed. Blood oozing everywhere I reached for the broom, I needed some kind of weapon and the ironing board was just too heavy. Then, I opened the chemical cupboard only to find the Mortein was missing.
Shit!
I started to dial Mr.J's number, to ask him where it was when I realised I had no time for chitchat. Throwing the phone into an explosive mess on the hard tiled floor I grabbed the next best thing.
Glen Twenty.
Thoughts racing through my mind... “What if it likes the Glen Twenty?” “How do I know it won’t empower the demon, making it stronger, more evil?”
Acting on impulse, with my broom in position and trusty Glen at the ready, I took off the lid and set up my aim. As quick as a flash I sprayed.



And sprayed.


And sprayed some more.
It crawled right to the edging of my black display cabinet, hiding in the shadow of the coffee table.
I wanted so bad to be able to reef the coffee table away but two things were stopping me. No that’s wrong, three things were stopping me.
Firstly, my beverage would spill if I did this. Secondly, the sudden movements would stir the demon and I’d possibly lose sight of it. And lastly, the coffee table is tied to the cabinet to prevent it falling on the baby.
Time for plan B.
Jumping over the lounge and through the flyscreen door to the balcony, wearing only my undies I grabbed the Mortein from the table and came back inside.
I wanted to spray at it in a direction that would force it to crawl back away from the coffee table and recliner – I did not want to sit on it! However, I had no choice but to aim side on to the beast and just hope it went in the direction I wanted it to.
It did!
But just when I thought the end was near, things took a turn for the worse.
It lifted up its ghastly wings and tried to fly. ICK!
These are the worst of their kind.
I sprayed and spray and waved my broom around until to my horror, I watched it crawl up the side of the cabinet, and disappear behind it into the darkness of the night.

Wary that it might try and set up camp in my recliner, with all my strength I heaved it away from the wall. Peaking alongside the back of the cabinet, I couldn’t see it.
When I came back around the front I saw it had come back out for more.

The battle was on again.
Using my broom to direct its path and preventing it from flying (ick!) I sprayed that can of Mortein once more.
With one last flight attempt the demon flipped itself onto its back and started sliding all over the place.
Just for good measure, I continued to spray until the can was almost empty (god I hope I don’t need it again tonight).
Not wanting to risk anything I caged it under a chinese container, and cemented it down with one of Mr.J’s shoes.
I’m safe for now.

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Scared Safe!

I've always considered myself a safe driver. A good driver.
But needless to say, I will admit...I sped - ALOT...infact, ALL THE TIME! It was like I was addicted to speeding...once, I even tried going a whole week without going over the speed limit - didn't work. I just got so frustrated that I sped even more.

And while I know "there's no such thing as 'safe speeding' " (I've read the signs, I've seen the ads), I still considered myself a good driver. A safe driver. I never drive recklessly or in a dangerous manner. But yeh I would always be at least 5, 10, maybe 15 ks over the limit, always.

Since having Muffin (since falling pregnant really) I cut down on my speeding considerably. It helped that I was no longer working at my day job so didn't have to get thru the 9-5 hustle and bustle of peak hour traffic. But yes I did still speed, not with Muffin in the car though and I'd try not to go over 10ks past the speed limit.

Recently, Mr.J & I traded in Black Betty, for a new more family-orientated car (a station wagon).

I'd owned Black Betty for near 7 years now, I knew it very well, knew how to handle it, could probably have driven it at unrealistic speeds in horrible environments with my eyes shut - backwards - and not have an accident.

Sure I've hit a few poles in my time but both times it was in a parking lot and I was barely doing 5 kms let alone 105kms and it was a mis judgement on my part.
But I knew my car...I knew what it was capable of, I knew how to handle it in tricky situations.
I knew how to speed in it.

Since getting the new car, I've cut down even more on my speeding, it helps that I'm no longer working my night job and I have no schedules so I only occasionally sped if I was running late for coffee with a friend or something.

Last week, Muffin & I were on our way home from my mum and dads. Its a 45-50 minute drive, I take the m7.
It was raining...absolutely pissing down.
I was driving up the Boulevarde...it has about 5 or so roundabouts - big ones up the whole length of the street.
Its a dual carriage way.
The roads were slippery.
I could hardly see out the front windscreen.

I was not speeding. I never sped in the rain.

It was either the first or 2nd roundabout - I cant remember now.
I was in the right hand lane.
There was a fair distance between me and any cars in front of me.
There was no one next to me in the left lane.
I had just finished turning my wheel to the right from entering the roundabout and was now turning it to the left to make the exit.

I lost control of my car.

I was turning the wheel to the left but the car kept sliding to the right. All of a sudden, the car lurched towards the left, just in time to miss going into the other side of traffic.
Because it happened so suddenly, I guess I was still sort of trying to pull the wheel to the left. It thrust me over into the left lane so sharply that I went sideways out of the roundabout.

I don't know how but I managed to regain control of the car and straighten back into the left lane before cleaning up the telegraph pole on the sidewalk.

All I could think during this moment was that I would never forgive myself if I crashed and Muffin died or was injured. NEVER.

I am SO glad that I was not speeding that day.

I have never lost control of my car before. But this is a new car and I don't know it, at all. It took me years to get to know Black Betty. I've had this car for about a month - if that.

I haven't gone over the speed limit once since this day.

I take extra care at corners and in roundabouts.

I'm so ashamed that even when not doing the wrong thing, I could've just lived out every drivers worst nightmare.

I learnt a very valuable lesson that day. One that I will never forget.

Ever.

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I almost died this morning.

It was almost 10am and I was having my mid-morning boobie nap with Muffin and I was dreaming about getting ready for my coffee date with D & C. I dreamt I was running late, it was 11:11am in my dream...I was hoping to be there by 11am.

When my alarm woke up shortly after 10am, I got up and got myself and Muffin ready and was just about to leave right on time when and I couldn’t find my keys...anywhere!!!
After turning the place upside down I found them – exactly where I’d left them. Exactly where I thought I’d left them. In the exact bag I’d looked in first. They were hidden in a nappy!

By the time I’d gotten downstairs, loaded Muffin and the nappy bag and myself into the car it was, would you believe it, 11:11am...Spooky!

I was just about to put the keys into the ignition, all the while musing about the spookiness of the time when all of a sudden, I was under attack!!!

A giant Bogon moth came flying out of nowhere!!!!!!!!!!!!

I almost shit my pants!!! In my panicky, vulnerable and frantic state, I flung the door open, smashing it into the pole I was parked next to and threw myself out of the car - literally! As I landed with a loud thud on the hard concrete, my phone smashed to smithereens underneath me and the keys dropped somewhere on the floor of the car...And then something occurred to me...Muffin was still in the car, and so was the killer moth!!!

Being as brave as I could be for my daughter, I opened every door to the car. I picked up a hand pump I found on the floor of my car and started frantically waving it around and poking it at things in the car, hoping it would shake the beast from its hiding spot so I could fight this battle – one on one, man to man, mono e mono!

With the pump as my Excalibur in one hand, and my Achilles shield, created with one of the stick-on mesh window sunscreens, in the other I was ready for battle.

Remembering that the killer beast had flown towards the back window, I realised it was trying to hold Muffin hostage. But alas, as any mother would do in such a horrific situation, I did not back down.

After moving some crap off the floor underneath Muffin’s dangling feet, I saw it crawling around on top of some other crap on the floor, circling my baby, using her has bait to try and lure me into its trap.

Hiding behind the open front passenger door I leant in and attacked the beast from behind. I poked at it with my Excalibur and forced it to reveal itself.

As soon as it flew out of the car, shielding myself Achilles – Style, I slammed both doors shut and ran around and shut the other two doors.

Realising that the windows were still all open, allowing the killer beast to come back for round two, I leant in through my window and pressed the buttons to close all the windows.

I picked up the pieces of my mobile phone, jumped in the car and floored it out of there, smashing through the wrought iron gate that surrounds the premises......................................................no I’m just kidding...it’s not a wrought iron gate, it doesn’t “surround the premises” and I didn’t smash through it...it’s just the regular metal-pole-fence-style gate that locks off the basement car park and another resident happened to be coming in at that exact moment and had already opened the gate so it was just good timing but still.....

I drove to D’s in fear that there were more moth troops hiding in my car but if they were, they were too afraid to show their ugly faces after watching what I just did to their leader!

After a big strong hard drink I relaxed and enjoyed the rest of the afternoon.

When it was time to go I bundled a sleeping Muffin into the car, along with the nappy bag and with my car door open, just as I was about to jump in myself, you will never guess what flew into my car at that very moment.
*dum dum daah* (insert scary music here)

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Scary Start to the Morning

So here I am this morning, sleeping peacefully in bed when all of a sudden, I'm woken by this god awful noise!


In my sleepy state, it took a few moments for me to realise it was the smoke alarm...right outside Muffin's room!!!


I leaped out of bed and raced down the hallway and into her room to check she was fine, she was. But as I made my way out into the living room i could smell smoke of some sort.


I called out for Mr.J, but when I got no response I realised he wasn't home yet...the smoke got stronger as I made my way past the kitchen to the front door...


Just as I was about to open the front door to see if I could see any smoke, a person appeared from my hallway!!


"AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" I shouted and jumped back into the corner.


Why the hell was there a person in my house at 7:30 in the morning? Lots of thoughts kept running through my mind, my heart was beating through my chest, all I could think about was hot to get past this person to get to Muffin...How had I gotten past this person to get out of the hallway in the first place? HOLY SHIT maybe they were in Muffin's room?!?!


After a few moments of all these thoughts going through my mind at a million miles an hour I remembered something...


Mum slept over last night.

It was her in the hallway...I didn't pass her in the hallway before because she was in the bathroom getting ready for work.


it was her crumpets burning in the toaster that set off the smoke alarm.

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