Can't think of a title for this blog. Life and all that jazz?

I start a small business course tomorrow - just to make sure I fill the last remaining seconds left in my schedule.

I'm actually quite excited about it.

I don't really want to say this out loud, since it's the hand that has generously fed me so often and for that I am grateful, but I don't want to get back in to corporate life for now. Whilst I'm at it, can I mention I hope my kids have the inclination and confidence to follow broader dreams than working for the big big man, even if they never make a brass razoo out of them. The whole drive for the shareholder dollar is admirable in that it keeps masses gainfully employed and adds positively to the economy and keeps the wheels turning, etc etc but the soul is a fickle thing and life is too short and all that jazz.

Actually, as I typed that I just had a flash back to corporate life during 2000 and the Sydney Olympics and I take all that back. Much as I struggle to remember that year due to copious amounts of vodka redbull being thrown my way, I know that I had a good time. A good GOOD time. So I don't really mind what they do.

Anyway, I think that's what they call digressing.

So. The whole start my own business idea is really just an extension on the contracting I've been doing. Maybe it will be a case of setting up something simple from home. Or maybe after the shing ding with other like minded individuals I will also find the confidence to find and follow broader dreams.

Whatever I do, and here is my commitment on (cyber) paper, there will always be an element of supporting, connecting or enabling those that that could do with that support most. The disadvantaged. And that means freebie support too.

No point getting to the end of the road and having just gone along for the ride - I want to have seen people smile along the way (esp those that may have had good reason not too). I've seen that happen and I don't want it to stop. The alternative is just too sad.

And life is too short.


Dovic x
PS Will let you know how it goes!

40

Watching the aria's and feeling so hip and happening that I forget I'm not 23 all over again.

Til the memory floods back to about 5pm this arvo when I was midway through a spray tan and the spraytan-er asked me to look down at my toes.

I found them. After searching for minutes.

When did that belly of mine get so...pregnant looking?? I know it's stretched to accommodate a few growing bubs but it could have done it's duty and bounced back to it's pre preggo glory of, say 1992. And while we are on 1992, why did nobody tell me at the time that that was the best I was ever going to look, so I could milk the year for all it was worth. Why on earth was I not wearing mini skirts and boob tubes when the body was there for the flaunting?

Instead, here I am 17 yrs later getting a spray tan for, lets face it, shading purposes.

I love the female form. I love it in all its roundness, I love where there are imperfections, I love it for all the bits and bobs that may overflow on it.

But, oh to be 23 again and appreciate the time before all that additional beauty kicks in :)

And back to the Aria's. Holy Fuck doesn't this country spit out a hell of a lot of talented little vegemites. Not only do I want to be 23 again but I want to be up there with red hair, blue eyeshadow and a mini skirt belting out a rocking tune like the rest of them. Perhaps I can just turn my attentions towards being a pushy parent (KIDDING!).

Thank God Robbie and Kieth are up there, rocking my boat, so I don't feel like a complete and utter pervert. 40 aint so bad.

Dovic xx

Sometimes I can't be assed (arsed?)

Tonight is one of those nights.

This morning was one of those mornings.

In between I am pleased to announce I fullfilled my parental duties with gusto. No vegies, but still gusto. Which, I may add, I had to draw from some deep deep spot I didn't even know existed. Except for when I used it yesterday. Anyway.

The morning started at 12.01am with H (22 mths, going on 16yrs) calling out MaaaaaMaaaaaa at the top of his lungs. And then again at 2.05, and 3.13 and 4.45 and 5.59. Yes, all a.m. So all 3 got out of bed at 6.01am. Nice. Thanks H.

I did what I assume many mothers before me have done (though likely pre 1999 - ie before all those nasty reports started coming out) and put them in front of the telly. For 2 hours. I crawled out of bed at 8am and joined them. Oh I did get up on the odd occassion before then. Like when I thought I heard something crashing. But all in all, I rekon I managed an extra 1hr 48min sleep. That was my first survival tactic of the day.

The rest of the day was one sweaty blur. Brekky, get them dressed, break up fights (though I have to admit they are totally cute all together), get Bella ready for her bus, got snacks ready for the boys, took the boys to playgroup, took boys to park, came home made lunch for all and waited for Bella, went to park with all 3, took bella to new school for orientation and amused boys with paddlepops (to gain 5 min peace - which I lost in the clean up), came home, read twitter while they demolished the house, bathed them, then put them naked in front of their bowl of weetbix before putting them naked back in front of the telly.

You see by then I was almost at full circle and feeling like I did this morning. Weetbix for dinner is emergency strategy around here. Rare but useful. Bathing first just meant I knew I didn't have to do that after dinner. Letting them eat naked meant I could just wipe it off. Work place efficiency.

Pouring myself the G&T, as I watched them using the weetbix as body paint, was pure survival instinct.

The fact that I had to do the above in 73+% humidity which is Sydney (oh God, and then there is summer) meant that i had no energy left for the evening niceties of book reading, tumbling, teeth brushing. I did fit in a cuddle. At 7.34 they are all asleep (except for H who is back in front of the telly after calling out MaaaaMaaa again in the middle of me writing this).

So. Time to go and enjoy he who makes me suffer so much in the evening. Because despite last night, he is still so damn damn cute I could eat him. And he needs his teeth brushed.

Dovic x

Well, hello there.

There are, apparantly, over 200 million blogs in the world. I guess that means I'm a little late. But I'm here now :).

The title of the blog comes from having randomly read the line somewhere today but like all good things, it touched me and warmed me. It made me think of good stuff. And good feelings. If you think about the small acts of kindness that have come your way, I bet it does the same to you. Go on, do it.

So here is to my new blog. Which won't be just about about small acts of kindness, though I hope they filter through often. It will be about stuff. Random stuff, for now. Feeling a little jingle dangle already. Will you join me?

Dovic x