tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85343175301179955812011-09-02T02:53:58.783+10:00I woke up one morning ridiculously happy. I didnt plan this life, it evolved. And a series of mistakes and haphazard decision making has left me with a marvelous result. A wonderful life. A sneaky happiness..Sneaky Happinesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09002627138942645958noreply@blogger.comBlogger241100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534317530117995581.post-63858662826106703682011-05-08T22:23:00.001+10:002011-05-08T22:23:55.257+10:00

I have started a new facebook group for me and my friends that are fighting the fat to be finding our fit!! So! I am going to start blogging my weight loss journey here, as I now use my main sneaky happiness blog at www.sneakyhappiness.com So here it starts (well I started 5 weeks ago) but with Easter, and birthdays, I am restarting as of tomorrow. I have 69 kilos to lose and I am giving

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Roadtrip

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we have had many kids that have moved past the point of tantrum and into histeria... youre unable to discipline at this point because they dont even know anymore why they are falling apart. I vote for comfort. Just work to getting them calm. Two great methods for me are 'time in' and also a nice warm shower, put them in it, even if they are sobbing and calmly talk about how they are going to

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It always starts with an abstract thought that bothers you a bit. But I know I am not in a good way when a few seconds later my stomach starts to feel queasy, usually within minutes I suffer from diarrhea. (yes- instant and explosive! ) By the time I have dealt with this, my brain falls to pieces. The panic and worry come in uncontrollable onslaughts. The ‘what if’ scenarios changing at a

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I have created a new blog site at wordpress, link is attached, please go there, to read from now on.. you can also subscribe to read my ramblings from your inbox http://sneakyhappiness.wordpress.com/

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Do you ever wish you could just stop thinking? I hate it. My brain is wide awake and my body is barely coping. I am never sure what the right thing to do is. I am always worried I am letting the stakeholders down. I worry. Not in a "Oh No, the world is about to end" kind of sad way.. more in a "how can I fix everything, and make things perfect" way. Or a "have a made the right choices for

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I am thankful for the legacy of hospitality that Grandma and Grandpa have left in their descendants. I dont doubt that I could knock on any one of your doors and be welcomed with open arms.. What a wonderful culture. Recently, Aunty Ros and Uncle Brian gave up their own holidays to house and feed me and emma and her kids. This was a sacrifice for not only them, but for Charlotte and Charlie. So

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We are still relatively new foster carers, but we have had 30 or so kids pass through our home. The majority of them have of course had many problems. One common theme however is finger food addiction. Most of the children we have fed have lived a life of Happy Meals and Hot Chips, and a home cooked meal means, nuggets on a plate. I was raised a vegetarian, my mother had a keen interest in

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I think I have sat on this mountain for sometime. Looking around from my point of veiw, not really understanding the valleys, or the pathways, or the water. Admiring the beauty, respecting their roles, appreciating their participation. But really only having my own point of veiw. Maybe I should have imagined life as a valley? Maybe I should have imagined sitting on a different peak? This

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I need someone to design a bumper sticker that says "yes, I know that I am going incredibly slow, and I probably should try and overtake the truck in front of me, and move to the next lane so that you can merge, but realistically, then the second lane would also be going too slowly, and I would annoy someone else, because, it is just enough that my poor bus is functioning as a moving vehicle, I

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A perfect Queensland day. The breeze was blowing gently, the sun shining, and the shadows of the leaves from the mango trees was dancing across our freshly mown grass. The bubbly giggles of my 3 and 4 year old spilled across the wind. I looked out at them jumping on the trampoline, thinking about how wonderful they are. The 3 year old, with his blond hair and blue eyes, a truly angelic face,

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I have two mottos that I have learnt to live by, in this level-headed-crisis-mode-life of mine. They are simple and silly but they calm my mind, and help me to accept the way things are.It takes as long as it takes. This is elementary of course. But I say this to myself all day long. When I first started fostering, I found it some what of a culture shock to be suddenly back dealing with

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So many people say to me "I don't know how you do that" and I am honestly puzzled as to how to reply.Firstly its not me that does this. Its three wonderful sons, a kind and sensitive husband and me. We are a great team. We work together like the well oiled 15-years-in-the-making-machine that we are. I lean on each one of them heavily at times, and my expectations of them are continually met and

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A little over a year ago, we bought four little chickens. Chooks make me happy. I love the way they are fat and round, and at peace. I love that they are easy care pets, that they give you a present everyday, and only ask for your rubbish in return! They go about their business and don't sweat the small stuff!When our chooks were about 9 weeks old, a dove appeared in our yard. It was a young dove

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I realised as a young adult that I suffer from neglection complex (NC). Its a sneaky little complex that you can feed with no one knowing. I first realised it was an issue when in my teens I would steal myself away from the group just to see who if anyone would follow me to see if I was ok. When no one would, a steep slide of sorrow, pity, rejection and poor me would follow, coupled with a bit of

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What do you do when people disappoint you? I had this friend once who used to say "when people show you who they are believe them." Do I do that? If people show me a trait I dont like, I very quickly think of motivations/reasons they might have behaved in a certain way, and I excuse away the offensive behaviour/issue. Is that good for me to do? Do I want to be someone that will cut ties? I

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We say goodbye to three boys today. We have had them since early May. Its great to have a good news story. They are going home to a mother that loves them passionately and would do anything to make their life happy healthy and complete. I am so happy for them that they are all going to be reunited. (and I am so happy to be going down to 7 boys! - 10 was flamin hard - but I think it wasnt the

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I was talking to Mum on the phone, I had a crying 10 month old on my hip, I had just rebooted the laundry with my tenth load and was trying to serve breakfast to 8 other boys... needless to say, when I found two chooks under the dining table and a big fat poo under my woollen socked foot, I had to choose if I was going to laugh or cry.

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Today my 4 and 5 year old foster kids inspired me to tell my siblings what I always think about them and never say.Just wanted to say I love you.Luke, I love the way that you listen properly, that you have an enthusiastic positive response for whatever dribble I am talking. I love the way you are raising your kids, that you care about their character and you want to be a present father. I love

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We came back from Toowoomba yesterday. What a great couple of days. I sat and sipped a tonne of milo in the freezing cold. It was that kind of bone cold that screams right through your body. Makes you realise that youre alive. We took Noah, Jez, B*e, K*n and J*n. Blayke is away on the Carnarvon Gorge Hike through Pathfinders, and the 3 other foster kids were with their Mum. J*n is the

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I am not overwhelmed until I say it out loud to someone else. I have ten boys in my care. Three of them part time, seven of them full time. Seven boys in my care full time. (I just need to find seven brides for them ahahahahahha) It isnt as bad as it sounds outloud. Ten boys in a house is loud, and messy, and smelly... but it requires the same organisation as having seven, or five boys. I

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You are the man of my dreamsYou are the one that seemsto take all my wrongs and make them feel rightto gather me up, make me warm, hold me tight.My promise to you is to love you forever,my promise to you is to stay true and neverforget about the little things, that make our love a bigger thingthan anything else in this world.I love you.

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I have so much going for me right now, I just cant beleive how lucky I am. All this happiness kind of sneaked up on me. I have become a vegan and feel better than I ever have. I am losing weight. I have finished the first semester of Uni. I am super excited that I am about to start homeschooling two of my sons. I have a great foster care placement that is really fitting with our family. I

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Ohhhh... I have been wanting to blog for so long and here I am. An imaginery audience that cant so no to listening to me. I love love love it

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