Wednesday, December 17, 2014

One Little Christmas Tree

This time last week we procured our traditional real Christmas tree. Not from the scouts this year as they did not appear to be selling. This lil beauty (complete with re-usable stand) landed in our laps for a song. $30 was the paltry sum paid. An acquaintance had been gifted one but had already purchased one. Hauled up our front staircase, positioned in our lounge, dripping with my vintage Christmas decorations - she looks a treat. The festive scent of pine is wafting through our home. It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas you could say.

I imagine my blog friends both near and far have watched the horrific siege in Sydney Australia play out on their televisions this week. A lil bit of Australia's innocence was lost this week methinks. Our hearts go out to those involved and our thoughts are very much with them and their friends/families. We never truly know what each day will bring. In life each day is a precious gift not a guarantee. I think we all tend to lose sight of that in this fast pace world. People leave home on any given morning and for varying reasons never return. Hold tight to those you love always.

Thursday, December 4, 2014

So I love you because...

My first date with my Poet?
December 2000. 
We have written about that time here...
Do you remember your first date with your current partner?
Do share?

Wednesday, December 3, 2014


Tuesday, December 2, 2014

Consider the fact that...

God? The Universe?
 Perhaps indeed!

Monday, December 1, 2014

Mature Age Student

The term "mature age student" sounds old, but it means anyone who is over 18 and has been out of formal education for more than a year. Guess what? In 2015 age 48 Miss Kimmie is returning to study. Yeah baby! Given I am married I am not exactly sure why so many call me Miss? But anyways I digress. For me, the biggest advantage of being a mature age  student (along with my life experience to date) is my decision to return to study has been formulated over a number of years, rather than a rushed decision, giving me plenty of time to properly consider which field of study to go into. A new direction. A new career. I am eager to throw myself boots and all into this next chapter of my life. Heartpoet and Brenton are both super proud of me, most especially given all I have faced (head on) in life to date. They both have 100% faith that I will smash this out of the ball park. Me? After a lifetime of being everyone else's cheerleader it's time to shake those pom poms for self. It's a big challenge. However I am quietly confident that I can and will rock this.

Study plans for the upcoming new year? Been a mature age student? Shake your pom poms for me?

Monday, November 24, 2014

Sunday, November 23, 2014


Mantra for 2015

Weather: Hot.Humid.Dry.Hot.Humid.Dry.Hot.Humid.Dry. This alabaster skinned flower wilts in these conditions.

Listening: I love, love, love this song. People can only see what is in your heart through your actions. A persons actions will always tell you everything you need to know. Walk the talk. Show me, don't tell me. A pretty face is nothing if you have an ugly heart!

 OK volume up loud.
 Get ready to get your groove on and sing with me now...

Eating: Last night I did a honey/mustard boneless leg of lamb. At $30 not cheap but to quote Heartpoet it was lip smacking good! There was enough left to slice thinly to put in crunchy bread rolls with homemade relish for today's lunch.

I am an ole teak soak. Now that's a saying I haven't heard in the longest time. Seriously though I find a hot cup of tea quite refreshing even on the hottest of days. I am not a fan of iced tea. Too sweet for me.

Wearing: Black/grey bejeweled maxi dress with black Havaianas (flip flops). Matching bracelet and earrings.

Feeling: Never forget a favor, Never forgive a slight. Those who truly love us don't walk away. They walk beside us every day.

Wanting: to thank the many dear hearts who wished me the happiest of Birthday's this week.

Needing: to put together a care package. My dear 2nd Cousin Ms G was airlifted by RFDS yesterday evening from her local hospital in a remote part of Aus after being rushed there by ambulance in pain this week. Kidney stones that pain more than childbirth she reports. With a young bubba and moving home this weekend the timing was crapola for her to say the least.

Thinking: Seems like only yesterday that I took the then 2 1/2 year old excited Brenton into hospital to visit his newborn cousin Miss A. You Are My Sunshine was our song. I would sing it to her as a baby/toddler and it would settle her instantly. This week she walked the red carpet for her Year 12 Formal with the looks/grace/style of a fairy tale princess. It made me a tad teary. I cried BIG sploshy tears.Taylor Swift's song Never Grow Up springs to mind.Then and now a beautiful ray of sunshine.

Enjoying: having a kick back chill out day at home today with the air-conditioning on. Heartpoet is snoozing on the lounge and Brenton is asleep also. Those two work long hrs. Both are a tad fatigued. The heat has got to them both this week. Hang on a minute Brenton is now up with plans for a beach visit with friends. Slip, slop, slap young man! Slip on a shirt, slop on sunscreen and slap on a hat.

Missing: The cost of missing out is greater than messing up.

Watching: Methinks we are sometimes so busy watching out for what's ahead of us that we don't take time to enjoy where we are.

Reading: other peoples horoscopes and having a chuckle to self.

A good question to ask is:
Am I reliving the same scene, over and over again? 
What's my part in that?

In life.
You must scatter the seeds.
Love the seeds.
Have complete faith in the seeds.
Only then, will they become all that you hope for.

Til next time
Love & Light.

Thursday, November 20, 2014

Happy Birthday To Moi


 Pre Birthday selfies
Taken on: 17/11/14
Location: Our front garden.
Bring on the big 50! 
It's been quite a ride til this point. 
Life with all it's twists and turns.

Today (20th November) is my 48th Birthday. I awoke this morning in the rainforest. Heartpoet had whisked me away Tuesday of this week for a romantic two night stay. It was a total surprise. Heartpoet had booked the accommodation and filled our large esky with lick ya lips delish gourmet food items, drinks and treats. All I had to do was throw together a small suitcase for self and we were away. It's been hellishly hot/humid in my lil part of the world of late. Queensland is smack bang in the middle of a drought. Midday Tuesday as our 4WD climbed the mountain it started to rain. It's considerably cooler in the mountains year round. Imagine - a thousand twinkling stars lighting up an unpolluted inky blue night sky, thunder rumbling and spectacular lightening displays as storms brewed, rain pinging and tinging on the cabins tin roof, misty dusks and dawns and the magical sights and sounds of the local wildlife. Three words. Enchanting. Relaxing. Rejuvenating.

Fluffy towels.
 Fairtrade choccie.
 Rustic handmade lavender ball soap.

Misty mountain morning.
 Cup of tea in hand.
 The smell of crispy bacon - 
Heartpoet was in the kitchen cooking up a storm.

Diabetic friendly treats.

Who remembers Australian May Gibbs Snugglepot and Cuddlepie book? 
The baddies were The Banksia Men?

Whilst away the council turned up at our home unannounced (job was booked in for next week) to remove the massive Jacaranda tree out front of our place. The trees roots had become a safety issue. It was very much a case of chop and run leaving all their mess behind. A decent ole storm hit in later that night further adding to the mess. That same day an extremely lax motorbike postie dumped a bundle of mail at the base of our letter box leaving it open to be stolen and or damaged. Normally over sized mail that will not fit in our standard letterbox would be placed securely near our front door. This particular bundle had been carelessly tossed into a mulched garden bed on a rainy day. The local murder of crows savaged one particular easy to enter package (before Brenton arrived home from work) destroying one of my birthday gifts. I hold the seller of said item also accountable given the flimsy A4 paper envelope that was used to post such a delicate item of lacy clothing. Inside the envelope the item was wrapped in a thin layer of tissue paper. Given neither layer was protective from both the elements or rough handling of postal workers the outcome is of no surprise really. Of course neither Aussie Post nor the seller are keen to address this issue. Most disappointing. It was my second purchase from this seller. She will miss out on my future custom. We had left our home looking as neat as a pin on Tuesday morn so is was very disheartening to return home to chaos. Heartpoet was peeved as he had to head straight to work (Brenton was already at work) and did not want me cleaning up such a huge mess alone on my birthday. To add further insult to injury whilst I stood there pondering where to start Heartpoet's work vehicle which has had so much money poured into it for repairs this last year refused to start and had to be towed to our mechanic. I am hot, bothered and totally over today already. Feels a million miles from the crisp/cool place and stress free state I was in earlier this morning.

On top of the two nights away I also scored from Heartpoet the new iPhone 6, two Summer dresses (floaty & feminine), one now damaged beyond repair one of a kind boho lacy vest, 2 x bottles of my favorite brand of nail polish and a heartfelt card. Brenton gifted me a generous voucher to spend on my all time favorite skin care products, a perty posy of flowers and a heartfelt card. 

Perty posy from Brenton.

My Birthday Card from Heartpoet.
If you want a sneaky peak of what he has penned inside 
just click on photo's above hehehe.

We have plans for a quiet night in. My (our) favorite Thai takeaway washed down with my favorite pink champagne. Best finish up now and get both suitcases unpacked and the washing on. Big boy Silas and lil chubby girl Angel are both hanging out for some attention also. Hope this blog post of mine finds you all well and smiling.


OK I have been advised that some of you cannot make out what Heartpoet has penned inside my Birthday Card. You all need new glasses I tell ya! Hahahahaha! Card reads as follows...

"To my darling sweetheart
Who tolerates my many faults and foibles
Who has a heart of gold and compassion
Who deserves the best of the best not the worst of the worst
Who will be forever young and ageless
Thank you for the blessing of being in my life
I love you
More than you will ever know!

Happy Birthday - Your 48th Year