Have You Been To An Aldi Special Buy – No? Here’s Some Tips

Aldi Special Buys are fuc*en stressful!

Note from the Editor – I love Aldi.  Aldi is where we do our fortnightly food shop.  It’s great.  I love it.  Pack you own items, be fast to put it in your trolley and then go back and return your trolley.  Oh and the kicker, the food is great quality and much cheaper than Woolworths and Coles!  #aldiforlife

This is correct – can Aldi please bring back Pop Tarts?

I went to an Aldi Special Buy and I don’t think I want to ever go to another one ever again.  Picture this. 

Husband:  We should get a new vacuum Babe, you deserve it. 

Me: That’s a good idea, I’ll read the reviews

Husband:  The sale starts Saturday

*Disclaimer – I’m a cleaner and my husband saying I ‘deserve’ a vacuum is because he hates my work vacuum because he doesn’t know how to empty it nor does he know how to use it correctly. 

I read the reviews and they were good and for the price, it was a bargain.  Here’s a hot tip for all the non married people in the world or for all the single people in the world.  When the wife or husband says “we” it does not necessarily mean YOU or ME.  In my experience as a married woman it means ‘one of us’.  Given the fact that it was me that was going to use it every day for work then of course I would be the one to actually go buy it.  I reluctantly said I would go get it.  What I didn’t know was that it was on sale on a Saturday.  At Aldi.  If you are an active Aldi shopper or a shopper at all, you know that Aldi is crazy on Wednesdays and Saturdays – those are the Special Buy days. 

I go shopping fortnightly and on a Wednesday at Aldi. I haven’t been working for the last few months so I would drop my son off at school at then go to Aldi.  Totally oblivious to Special Buy Wednesday I was ready to leave the car, with my trolley token and begin my shop.  It was 5 minutes before opening time (8:25), by the time I crossed the car park, got my trolley I would be ready to roll.  However there was a situation.  Just as I was getting out of my car I noticed heaps of people lined up, I’m seeing at least 50 people all lined up before the doors opened.  It was at this point I returned to my car and sat there for 10mins.  What the hell is going on?

While I was in the car – I googled the Aldi sale that started that day. There was a lot of wooden kid toys – like doll houses and doll house furniture and for something totally not related to dolls houses or kids were DeLongi coffee machines and the most loved appliance in our house, the humble air fryer.  Flashback to May, I made my husband go to Aldi the day before Mothers Day to get the air   fryer that was on sale that day.  Although I had no idea how crazy the sales were at that time.  I just said the opening time is 8am so told him to get there before then.  My Husband is pretty clicked on to these things it seems, news to me as he never does any sort of shopping.  This is the same Husband that does absolutely NO Christmas shopping unless he knows exactly where to go and he knows exactly what product to get.  Yet, his presents are top notch.  So annoying.  The morning he went to get the air fryer he was out of bed, dressed, had his coffee and in the car by 7:20.  He said he was 3rd in line and 1st to get an air fryer.  Yes, this is the same man that never goes shopping.  Ever.  But somehow nabs the most wanted present for Mother’s Day.  Although, secretly, I think he did all that because there wasn’t a Plan B for another Mother’s Day present.  Husband said he loved it – loved the thrill of racing people and ‘power walking’ to the back of the store to get what he came for.  My experience was the total opposite. 

The morning I went to get the vacuum, I woke up at 7am, was in line by 7:35.  This is under the ‘direction’ of my Husband (eye roll) Surely it can’t be that bad?  Oh it was.  It was all that and more.  By the time I lined up I was the 6th person in line.  I text Husband and he said and I quote “oh dear, you might miss out”  What the fuck? I’m the 6th person in line?  That was when I started to stress out.  At the same time I was messaging my bestie telling her that I was freaking out because of what my husband said.  Then she said the same bloody thing!  What the fuck?  I went to her for support and she totally sent me to the wolves.  Well, not really.  But this whole situation had become very stressful and there was 5 mins until they opened the door.  Then to add to my stress levels, I was thinking about the protocol of what to do when you actually get in the store? 

Do you run, do you jog, do you power walk? What’s the procedure?  Then when you grab the item that you’ve been standing in line for 40 minutes for do you just grab it and stuff everyone else?  And what if you go on the wrong side of the aisle and there’s 1 left and you and someone else go to grab it at the same time?  So much crap like this was going through my head.  It’s very stressful.  Tell me you can relate?

Finally, the doors opened and it was Go Time. I walked faster than usual while driving my trolley.  I totally fluked it and got the correct aisle.  Low and behold, there it was.  The $99 vacuum that I had been stressing about for the last 1 hour.  I quickly put one in my trolley, then I turned around and a massive wave of people came towards me.  I say about 6.  All with trolleys. They were either buying the vacuum or the steel cap boots that were also a Special Buy.  At that point I really couldn’t give a shit what was going on.  I wanted out!  Pronto!  There was a lady calling out to her friend Sally, who was on the other side of the aisle calling out to her friend, a baby crying, a toddler that had walked away from their parents and the Dad was yelling at her to come back as they were looking at something.  I was the first person to leave the area, go to the register and get the hell out of there.  The checkout lady asked how I was going?  I said better now, that I’m leaving.  She told me that on a Special Buy Saturday a guy was lined up at 5:30AM for a TV!!  5:30 in the morning.  2.5 hours before opening time.  For a TV.  Now, I love a bargain, but I am definitely not committed to getting up that early and sitting in a line for a TV or a phone or a burger.  I have however, lined up for a Powderfinger cd and a few concerts at The Arena in Fortitude Valley but that was in the 90s – the world was much better then than it is now.  But kudos to that man that got his tv.  He would have been as happy as I would have been when I was 16. 

My first Saturday Aldi Special Buy was a success.  Excluding the major stress levels that I went through in 1 hour.  I got home by 8:20, had myself a nice breakfast and then started the day.  It was a stress free day.  Funny little confession though – I didn’t use the vacuum until about 1 month after I bought it.  I’m not a fan of the hose, but it does the job that it is intended too. 

I don’t mind packing my own bags – My my was a check out chick manager and she taught me all the tricks and tips

So, if you ever have to go to an Aldi Special Buy day be that either on a Wednesday or a Saturday – I wish you ALL the luck in the world.  Like seriously, ALL the luck.  Maybe have a shot of vodka before you leave home or send you husband or a teenager.  Teenagers are brutal, they give zero shits about anything, am I right? Wonder if being in Aldi would make a difference?  Actually, it would.  I take that back.  Or just be like me, get there early, be totally naïve, wing it, get your item and get the heck out of there and drive home.  What was the worst that could happen?  It could be like those horrible videos you seen on the internet where ladies are fighting over wedding dresses and toilet paper.  Then the police get called, their hair is a mess, they have black eyes and they are going absolutely nuts. Then you’re an internet sensation for all the wrong reasons and then end up on A Current Affair and the local or national news or the Today Show.  Whatever you do to get your Aldi Special Buy I am sending many, many good vibes from the universe to you.  You will need it! 

Happy Shopping friends!! 

Fu*% You Internet Trolls

Internet Troll Definition: (as from the Urban Dictionary: A person whose sole purpose in life is to seek out people to argue with on the internet over extremely trivial issues. Such arguments can happen on blogs, Facebook, Myspace and a host of others.
The best thing you can do to fight an internet troll is to not answer. Or report them.

“God, Jeromy won’t stop posting about Larry’s bad spelling in that conversation.”

Block and Delete

I have been on this earth for 39 years and within the last 2 weeks I have come to the conclusion that the world sucks.  Not the whole world, but a fair chunk of it.  It’s not actually the world either – it’s the people in it.

2 weeks ago I made a comment on social media, which was my first mistake.  My comment pretty much said Australia is a great place to live because of how we have a great health system and we have access to Centrelink. What I said was positive and in no way directing it at any sort of people. Now, apparently saying that makes me a racist.  I shit you not.  I got slammed by 3 ‘girls’ – Trolls. Then, my comment and my Facebook profile got shared to a Bad Girls Advice page – one of the Trolls thought they would let me know, how kind of her right?  Not.  Next thing my phone is going nuts with notifications on my business Facebook business page.  Call me naïve, but I have NEVER ‘stalked’ someone’s Facebook profile to the point where I found their business page (from a shared post on a private profile) Then write (I quote) “Don’t support this business – this woman is a racist” in the review section of the business page.  They then find more public posts from TWO years ago and comment on those.  This happened about 4 times.

4 Trolls, 4 bitches.  I was legitimately shitting myself; I was shaking and angry.  Lucky my bestie wasn’t busy that afternoon because I have never typed messages so fast in my life. I didn’t know what to do, so I screenshotted the comments.  Blocked and reported them to Facebook. I did that to each comment/post.  I deactivate my business Facebook pages for 2 weeks under the thinking that they will probably be trolling someone else in the next few hours. One Troll found me on Instagram.  It was then when I started to have a slight panic attack.  Seems a bit extreme doesn’t it? A panic attack because a few people wrote some unkind and untrue words on your business page. Until this happens you I don’t think you actually know how to feel and what to think.  I blocked and reported the Troll that found me on Instagram, these guys didn’t find me, as in my personal Instagram page – they found my business page.  Which mean a hell of a lot more to me than my personal page. 

FYI – there is NO way to deactivate your Instagram business page, even for 1 day, you can’t hide it or make it private either. Seems ridiculous when Facebook and Instagram are owned by the same people.  With the support of the bestie, Husband and my 2 teens I didn’t go on my Insta account for about 3 days until I calmed down about it all.

How dare they do this and WHY?  I did some reading about internet trolls. This is what I took from it.  When there is 1 troll, 99% of the time they have Troll friends, who are just like them and once they find someone they pounce.  You could be the Queen of England or Princess of the Ball and they will eat you alive.  They also have a fake profiles which is what these girls had. They also love attention of any kind.

 I didn’t even know what a Bad Girls Advice page was.  I have since educated myself and it’s pretty much a Facebook group that is full of ladies and they ask advice and from what I understand nothing is off limits and I mean NOTHING.  

Grandma ^ had it sussed

Facebook shut down the group years ago but their are about 6 ‘sister groups’ that are just like Bad Girls Advice.  It’s mind boggling really.  Personally, I don’t have time to be on Facebook groups and talk about my sex life, or how my nanny is rooting my neighbour or if this is a good Kmart Hack or why my nipple has bumps and leaking.  Seriously.  Kudos if you like that sort of thing but I don’t have time for things like that nor do I like taking on other people’s problems.  Goodness know I have enough of my own.

I still have Get Lick’d Iceblocks and my cleaning business page on Facebook hidden.  I’m still a little uneasy about it all. I know I have blocked them and surely over 1 week later they have unfortunately moved on to someone else.   

My name is Karen, which within the last year has sucked. Have you seen all the Karen Memes on the internet?  At first I liked it as they were all light humour and not offensive, but within the last 6 months the name Karen has become someone that demands to speak to the manager because they have a complaint or Karen’s hate everything in the world.  Meaning they complain and aren’t happy with anything.  It’s really not nice – I have come to the conclusion that Karen is a rank, that’s why you see no babies named Karen.  I’ve actually changed my name on Facebook to Kazza just for all the smart arses.  I know I don’t have to, but it’s not worth the drama. 

I had a conversation about internet Trolls with my family at the dinner table last week.  I’m almost 40 years old and if I didn’t have the brain power or the confidence to not take shit from Trolls then it would have been a different story.  When kids are online and a Troll targets them I could not imagine how they would act.  What would they do, would they tell an adult or are they too afraid to tell their parents what they said because they might get in trouble?  What if a kid from school bully and trolls them online and they have to see each other each day during class?  That’s scary.  Teenagers are both arseholes and hormonal at the same time, mix that with the internet and a Teenage Troll is easy to become.  What’s not easy, as I found out as an adult is how to deal with them.  It’s easy to delete and block but when your brain isn’t fully grown it’s going to be harder for you to know what to do, and if you’re a teenager that has trouble talking to your parents for whatever reason, have no friends to talk anything through it’s going to be a zillion times harder to deal with than dealing with Trolls as an adult.  

Goggle these names Amy ‘Dolly’ Everett and Jessica Laney, both teenagers who took their  own lives due to cyberbullying and Trolls.  They were kids and they killed themselves because of other kids.   

By the time our kids have kids it will be worse?  Unless, can it get better?  Can it get better? 

ONE MILLION CHILDREN BULLIED EACH YEAR. One Million!

 I am nervous about the idea of my Facebook page be reactivated.  I have to reactive it in a few days or Facebook will delete them.  Just the thought of someone that doesn’t even know me thinks they have the right to shame all my hard work and for what? 

I’m hoping the people that read my blog aren’t Trolls of any kind and if you are a Troll you need to check yourself because you make people’s lives bullshit. Yes, it’s easy to delete and block but it messes with your brain, your ability.  Of course, if my words and comments were offensive and hurtful then it wouldn’t of bothered me to much.  But it wasn’t it and if you see or come across a Karen Meme and it’s legit not funny, don’t share it to your Karen friends – they won’t like it.

Yes have an opinion.  Heck, isn’t that what social media is about?  But if you have an opinion that is different from your own, don’t be an arsehole and put words into the other persons mouth, this just makes you look like the fool.  Just be kind for fucks sake. Teach your kids to be kind.  It’s really not that hard.

These guys get a bad wrap

The world already sucks but surely the minority is bigger than the majority.  Within the last month the world has changed.  I really hope it has changed for the better – for the sake of our children and our grandchildren. I am hoping in another 39 years the world is full of lollipops and rainbows and if it isn’t then I’m going to live off the grid and going to create my own community – pack your bags everyone is welcome.  *No, not a Cult, just a bunch of likeminded people that currently dislike the bullshit happening in the world and prefer not to engage in any of it and instead sit in sunshine, hang clothes on a Hills Hoist, grow our own vegies and animals, have a massive flower garden that provide honey for our bee hives and there’s a massive tree house for the kids and there’s a gym and an iceblock stand with the best tasting iceblocks in the land (oh wait I already have that)  Like the Woodford Folk Festival – but live like that forever. The only Trolls that are welcome are those weird little coloured ones that have rad hair and are always happy.

The Rona Effect!

Covid19, or as I like to call it The Rona, has changed the world as we know it.  I’m not the first person to wish that ISO wasn’t over and won’t be the last.  I have loved it.  My work hours decreased dramatically within 2 weeks and I was sad.  So very sad.  I, along with million of other Australians were losing income and jobs.  I’m self employed, should have WAY more superannuation then I currently do and I the thought of not working scared the life out of me.  No work.  No pay.  I was shitting bricks.  Then got mad at ScoMo (the Australian Prime Minister) for not putting the country in lockdown.  Then the reality set in.  The Rona is pretty fucking serious.   Long story short – my business is on hold and I am currently, like million of other parents I am home-schooling my primary school son.   The first few weeks of home schooling were great, me and Billy hate it now.  The school work gets done – but holy moly there’s always an epic shit fight.  My other 2 kids are in high school so they were pretty easy because they knew what work they were to do (not that they actually did all their work)  God Bless the lives of teenagers.  

It was more than 24 days and we made Mum Friends. We made it. Or did we?

So between home-schooling the children, dealing with Centrelink, on top of the usual Mother/Wife juggle.  We decided to move house.  I know right, what an idiot, we actually broke our lease and that has turned into a massive cluster of fucks which seems to be very ongoing.  But on the positive side, we have massive back yard (we haven’t had a backyard for about 4 or 5 years), the kids aren’t in each other faces all the time and I have more places to hide #mumlife.  It’s actually perfect. We are still slowly unpacking and sorting, but life is good and I like that the it’s the simple things in life that can make you realise that your life and situation isn’t all that bad – until you deal with getting your bond back, because some real estate want to cause you to have a midlife breakdown. 

I have also learnt is that I am 100% addicted to Grey’s Anatomy, I’ve been watching it for months, even before ISO.  I never got into it when it first started, I think I was to busy running around after my demanding toddlers at the time.  I am hooked and have come to the conclusion that everyone you love either ends up dying or leaving.  Except Meredith, I think she lives on forever.  She certainly does age well.  God bless you Hollywood!

Am I right or am I right?

When we were packing to move, I became a “tosser”.  As you know I am a huge fan of reduce, reuse, recycle.  I got rid of so much in my house.  Although, hardly anything went in the rubbish bin and most of the goods were either donated or sold on Gumtree or Facebook.  I was brutal.  As a family, we don’t have a lot of “stuff”, although my husband does have more clothes than me for some reason.  What he doesn’t know is that when I buy him new clothes I always donate 2 of his old clothes.  Hopefully he doesn’t read this and wonder where all his “favourite” shitty shirts are.  The only thing I found the hardest to donate or sell were Billy’s kids books, that’s weird right?  But he has a lot of books and I’ll be keeping them for him and his brothers for when or if they have their own kids.  It feels good to ‘detox’ your belongings and give them new homes.  I’m still find crap I should of donated while I am unpacking.  It’s definitely a good habit to have.

Let discuss home fitness workouts! How good are they?  I have fallen in LOVE with them.  I do like going to my gym, but there’s something about being a ‘sweaty, red faced, tomato looking hot mess and not feeling like you are being judged while walking to your car vibe’ inside your own house.  Feel me?  Thank god for YouTube yeah?  I found this awesome chick Heather Robertson on there.  She has a gazillion videos and she doesn’t talk through them which is excellent.  I also have pretty much everything for a home gym.  We can thank my teenage boys for that.  The only thing that is needed to motivation.  I’m pretty motivated in the mornings – but if I skip a morning (like today) – I try and do double time the next day.  The gyms are opening in a month and this may sound crazy, but I’m not sure I want to go back?  Although I think I’m the only one that doesn’t want to go back to the gym.  Might as well make the most of my home gym and find a local bootcamp and go there 3 times a week as I would the gym.  However, I go to one of the biggest gyms in my area and only pay about $11.  Decision decisions!  Is anyone else nervous about going back to the gym because of The Rona or is that just me? I know they will have Health Laws to follow, but I worry that those won’t be followed – well, they will at first but give it a few months, will they still be getting followed?  Hmmm tricky.  Also, if you have any tips about not being a member of the gym and still keep fit, let me know I might need them.

Clearly my dog HATES my workouts. Look at his little face
This is my kind of living. Never mind the child on the trampoline

This is what else I have learnt whilst in ISO and not running around like a headless chicken:

  • My kids are annoying.  Like, I love them a lot but holy cow – they can press my buttons.  Well, they can press each other’s buttons – it was only about 2 weeks ago I gave up.  I stopped yelling and ‘nagging’ them.  Instead, I gave up and let them go nuts at each other.  Then for some out of this world reason they work their shit out.  I learnt that from my husband, not sure where my husband is getting his parent tips from but it worked.  Ok, it worked for about 1 week, ok maybe 3 day.  Then they all hated each other again.  Was like clock work.
These guys can be total dipshits sometimes. But I had a pretty good Mothers Day, so I’ll keep them. For now
  •  Moving house is stressful and somewhat a nightmare, but the feeling of living in a new environment, finally having space of your own.  I have a room for Get Lick’d Iceblocks now, it’s like going on a holiday.  Which is great because no one is actually going on holidays.  A massive back yard that fits a trampoline, a lounge room that’s isn’t the size of your rug (which you originally thought was massive when you bought it) and storage space.  It really is as good as a holiday.  Although the bullshit to get your bond back is another issue.  If only I could say something about that.  Sigh.
Moving. A prick of a job. But worth it in the end
  • Baking – I was baking.  I baked for 1 whole day – although my main motivation to do the baking was because I had to use all the butter, milk and eggs before we moved.  I found TEN cans of condensed milk in my pantry.  TEN.  Why the heck did I have so much of that stuff?  I think I was going to bake condensed milk biscuits, which is super easy, but I am positive I wouldn’t have wanted to make 1 million cookies.  Who knows.  Anyway, I made about 200 cookies in one day.  It was epic and they lasted about 1 week #boyseattomuch 
  • We became friends with our neighbours, we have always said g’day or waved and had brief conversations with our neighbours but ISO made us friends.  We lived in a quiet little street  for about 3 years .  Because of no after school activities or sports I would enjoy the afternoon sun with a sneaky glass of vodka and orange sitting on the driveway and Billy would ride his bike.  Then the other kids of the street would come out and ride their bikes aswell.  Me and the neighbour would have ‘Bike Chats’ while the kids rode their bikes and we yell ‘caaaaaarrrrrrrrrrr’ when a car comes.  Good times.  Highly recommend getting to know your neighbours and drinking vodka and orange on your driveway. 
Cheers
  • I hate shopping.  I mean, I never liked food shopping anyway, but The Rona and all the stupid Food Hoarders made me want to curl in a ball for weeks.  Seriously, my usual fortnightly shop looks like a hoarder’s food shop anyway.  I would get at least one-person comment about my trolley every shop I did.  I used to laugh and joke with them, but it kept happening for some reason – like I had a sign on my head.  The next person that said something, I asked them if they would like to pay?  Then THEY laugh!  Dude, it wasn’t a joke.  Now, it’s back to normal ‘looking like a hoarder food shop’. 
  • My dog loves me more because I’m home and I am 100% happy with that. 

How did you cope during ISO or are you still in ISO?  I know there are a few readers that read my blog from countries outside of Australia, hope you are all doing well.  I wish you, your family and your health well.  Australia seems to have come out relatively ok (so far) with the effects of Covid19. However, I personally believe that it must get worse before it gets better.  Unless the worst has already happened.  I really have no idea.  But I do know that myself and my family have picked up great cleaning habits, me and the kids may have all lost our minds at each other.  My husband is a champion for not realising that I have donated a lot of his belongings and I will love life more when my youngest goes back to school next week and I actually have time to think.  I’ll be thinking about (and planning) what is next for Get Lick’d Iceblocks, I thought last year was a great year.  2020 may have turned into an epic shit show but whatever is left of the year 2020 I am going to make it awesome. Hope you can be along for the ride. 

Stay safe and wash your hands

X

#TeamHarryandMeghan

The Royals, you either like them, love them, hate them or really couldn’t give a shit about them.

Me, I’m half half.  I’m not a fan of the ‘older generation’ of royals.  If that’s even what they are called?  The younger/my generation of royals – I’m here for it.  The little posse of William, Harry, Kate, Meghan are my favourite.  Fergie gets my vote aswell, she gives zero fucks that she isn’t really involved in the royals anymore and I’m all for that.  There’s an awesome meme of Fergie at Harry and Meghan’s wedding. She appears to have a strut, holding her pair of shoes and just doesn’t give a fuck. I want to be like that – like in my everyday life!  She totally owned the situation.  Whenever I see that meme – it makes me laugh.  I won’t mention her ex husband Andrew – he should just drop off the face of the earth.

I couldn’t find the meme that I love – but this one is just as good. Actually, it’s not. The other one is much funnier – but this one will do.

My Nanna and Mum were fans of the Diana – I remember my mum had a book of Diana and Charles and I used to look through it when I was little thinking it would be the best life.  Like every girl, who wouldn’t want to be a princess? Princess Diana’s wedding dress was amazing, the vail, the 80s hair, the church – I loved everything about it. 

I was going to out a photo of Diana and Charles wedding here – but Diana in bike pants is WAY better.

I remember the day Diana died. It was one of those moment in life you remember where you were and what you were doing. My friend Jess was over my house and we were watching movies, then mum came in and told us to turn it off because she wanted to watch the news.  It was everywhere on the tv.  This was in 1997 – when I say everywhere on the tv, there were only about 4 tv channels and every channel was reporting the death of the princess.  Me and Jess just sat there watching the live news crosses to Paris.  It was a massive deal.  Jess and I couldn’t deal so we went for a walk to the park.  It was a weird feeling.  Someone you’ve never met, yet you have loved and admired from afar has died and you felt lost.  But you’re not lost – just sad. It’s a weird feeling.  Then you feel stupid cos you are crying over someone you have never met.  Then the images of the flowers at Buckingham Palace, that stuck in my mind for some reason.  I think it was then I came to the conclusion that shit things happen to good people. 

I didn’t really follow the royals after Dianna’s death.  Not that I was a ‘follower’ to begin with.  However, I as an adult and a fan of House Of Cards, I am pinning Dianna’s death on the Queen.

I’m in my late 30’s so I guess we grew up with William and Harry.  I’m Team Harry.  Always have, probably always will be.  Can he do no harm?  He’s funny, he has swagger, had a few crazy girlfriends (who hasn’t) Did a nudie run in Vegas.   Meanwhile William was being the smart, conservative older brother (there’s one of those in every family right?) Then William met Kate and their love story began.  Oh Kate, how I love thee.  You are all class.  Kate and William’s wedding was the first royal wedding I watched.  It was 2011 and the day after my middle son’s birthday.  I was 7 months pregnant and I cried like a baby. Which is not unusual for me but being pregnant it was total crying chaos.

William and Kate. Both like a fine wine

Fast forward to now (ish) and to when Harry met Meghan.  They fall in love.  They marry and oh my gee – that wedding was THE best.  The gospel choir, Charles walking Meghan down the aisle, the guest list, the giggling to each other during the service, the dress.  Oh my that dress.  The flowers, ok ok – I’ll stop –  clearly I loved all of it.  Then came baby Archie.  Then comes the decision to leave all royal duties.  I say fuck yes to them.  I love that they chose to leave their living situation.  Not that their living situation seemed like the worse situation in the world, but to stand up in front of the Commonwealth, the Queen and the rest of the world and say that they would like to no longer be associated with the royal family and go out on their own.  That is massive news. 

Straight to the pool room with this photo

Some might argue that Harry and Meagan have a ‘tough’ life.  Traveling the world, lives in mansion/castle, they can do ‘whatever they like’ and have a massive bank account blah blah blah. WRONG.  Now I’m no official royal news reporter, but let’s discuss.  Meghan left her life in America, gave up her career, left her family and friends all for love.  No, she didn’t have to do all this, but when you find true love you stick to it and you end up living happily ever after.  Which I have no doubt these guys will.  There is so much hate for Meghan and I would want to run away aswell if I got called all the things she has been called.  The joys of social media and the internet right?   

For the record, I think Harry should always keep his beard.

Harry and Meghan are in their 30s, recently married, have 1 young child, are in the world eyes, always, constantly criticized.  Just like the rest of us (not royal people), they get judged weather they do the right or if they do the wrong thing.  So when they told the world that they would like to live a ‘normal life’ people went nuts.  Now, when I say normal, I am 100% be sure that Harry and Megs won’t be struggling to pay off a mortgage or racing down to the shops at 8pm at night for nappies and formula for baby Archie or they will have to budget for their friends and families birthday and Christmas presents.  Nothing like that – word is they are looking for a mansion to live in and are getting paid a shit load of money to talk at functions.  Most of these functions are for people in the ‘millionaire/billionaire’ clubs but hey, they have to earn a dollar somehow don’t they? I’m sure there will be many job opportunities for them, and all those job opportunities will be better than ours.

I didn’t understand the huge deal about them leaving the royal family.  Queen Lizzy wasn’t very impressed was she?  She stripped them of their royal title and that was that.  To be fair, Harry and Megs should of given the Queen a bit more notice about what their plans were.  But who am I to tell them what to do.   Fucken YOLO

I say good on them for wanting to live a ‘normal’ life.  To stop and smell the roses, to enjoy life with their child (and even future children), to earn their own money and to have things that we (normal people) might take for granted.  They also aren’t the first royals to leave the family either, hopefully not the last.  If you haven’t realized, I’m the sort of person that will tell your chase your dreams, to be your true self and to not worry what other people think.  Hence my support for these guys.  I’m happy for them.  Obviously.

Shit yes. Meghan Markled – perfect. Good luck Ryan

What do you think about Harry and Meghan?  Like them?  Love them? Not a fan?  I, personally think they should move to Australia, or at least buy a beach house in Queensland somewhere and you know I would stalk them down to give them a life time supply of Get Lick’d Iceblocks.

2020 – Make it your bitch!

2020 – Holy Shit, how the hell did we get here?  2020 – that’s the year two thousand and twenty.  The world has been alive for 2 thousand years.  It blows my mind thinking about it.  I also think about how old I am in a few years and that blows my mind even more.

Every year we hear the same “New Year, New Me” quotes and I am totally ok with that.  I love that a new year means you can shift your mind set, sit down and write down what goals you want to achieve that year.  It’s perfect.  A new year mindset can be an amazing thing.  A fresh start if you will and what a great time to start.  A blank page, the start of a new book, a new year. 2020

In a nutshell

The year 2020.  What’s install for you?  Do you prefer to use the word goals or resolution? I personally use the word goal.  My thinking is that because it’s a short word it has more impact, the word resolution sounds like a fancy lawyer word and less achievable than the word goal.  Different strokes for different folks. I have also discovered that people have a word for the new year.  ONE word that switches their mindset for the year.  That word will obviously mean something to them.  For example, Money that could be your word.  Money might help remind you that you need to earn more money, or make you want to save money.  There is no right, there is no wrong.  You pick a word that will mean something to you. That will matter to you and that will make your year easier. I don’t think I want a word.  I’m more of a ‘stick motivational sentences around the house person’.   All these words and goals are to make yourself accountable.  To remind yourself how awesome you can be as a person, a business owner, a friend, a mother, a girl friend, a wife – whatever you are or whatever is relevant in your life.  It’s a new year – anything goes right? 

Credit to Pinterest for this image. I couldn’t find the artist of it. But it is actually perfect. Except the cleaning point, that’s my day job and I do enough of it.

Then there’s the whole vision board – I love the thought of a vision board.  If you don’t know what a vision board is, let me explain. A Vision Board is a board that you make that have words, photos and pictures on it that either inspire or motivate you.  Sort of like your goals – but a visual version of them.  I did a vision board about 5 years ago, it was my first vision board.  I remember having a picture of car – it was a Jeep.  I wasn’t wanting a Jeep, I just wanted the new car and this reminded me that I wanted a new car, regardless of the brand of car.  There was also a beautiful picture of a beach from up North Queensland way.  I don’t remember much else that was on the board. But at the end of that year I actually got a new car AND we planned and went for an epic road trip holiday and visited Airlie Beach.  I can’t say that the vision board was 100% responsible for my actions that year – but I do remember looking at it where I could see it every day and feel motivated to go to work for my family and have a goal. Kind of like magic (not really)  I am always telling my kids to have a goal and to make goals, small or big. I think it’s important.

My goal/s for 2020 are pretty simple and usually the same as everyone else.  Save money, lose weight, be more active, spend more time outdoors, limit screen time blah blah blah.  I won’t bore you with my personal/family goals – but will bore you with my business goals.   Sorry not sorry.

2020

Goal 1.  Everyone in business wants to be bigger, better and stronger than the year before. So…I want Get Lick’d Iceblocks to be bigger, better and stronger than 2019. Obviously.  I’m already excited for the year ahead.  If you think Get Lick’d Iceblocks is going to be the same as 2019 I am here to disappoint and excite you.  2020 is going to be most exciting. Not sure what the hell is going to happen – it’s the 3rd day into January and I have nothing booked on my calendar.  Yet! You get the point though.

Goal 2 – Network more and attend networking events.  Networking events can be so nerve racking.  I’ve ventured to a few small networking events, but with the big ones, I get scared and nervous and then just chicken out and don’t end up going.  I also tend to make excuses about why I shouldn’t go.  For example – it’s on a weekday, it’s on a weeknight.  It’s a 30 minute drive away. It cost too much.  All can be valid excuses but I really need to quit the excuses and GO.  Meet new people, laugh, get out of the house and share the great business that is Get Lick’d Iceblocks with fellow business owners.  If you know of any networking events in Brisbane let me know, I’ll swallow my nerves and try to come along. 

Goal 3 – To have a paperwork trail and spreadsheets.  I hate working on the computer.  Sitting at the computer and completely wasting time I can do, but making and creating work and spread sheets I can not. I have pulled up my big girl pants and going to do it.  I am yet to make a list of what I actually want/need to document – last year I was so airy fairy about recording figures from markets, sales and orders.  This year I will be recording every Get Lick’d Iceblock that sells, every flavour that doesn’t sell.  All orders will be saved an into a folder (not printed on paper).  There’s heaps more to document and you bet I will document it. I keep reading and listening to people that say “document everything and know your numbers”. This only means, by 2021 I will be a wizz at documenting documents and maybe unnecessary documents.

Goal 4 – For Get Lick’d Iceblocks to attend a large event.  I have no idea what this will be or when it will be. If you know me, I like to live on the edge. I also believe in the Universe and how the Universe seems to throw you opportunities where you say yes and then figure the rest out later and that is exactly what I will do.

Upon my research on goals, I have found that some people like to have their goals in order.  As in, they number their goals one to ten and work through them like that.  Not me – I’m just happy to kick some arse. 

Ain’t that the truth

Do you have goals/resolutions, a word of the year or a vision board for 2020?  I’m going to get started on my vision board this week. Goals are different to a To Do List aren’t they?  Maybe one of my goals is to actually to the shit that is on my To Do List.  God knows that list is never ending. 

That means YOU

Whatever your goals are for the new year ahead.  Big or small.  I hope you grab them by the horns and you achieve them to the absolute best of your ability.  Then, when you have achieved them or even one of them, celebrate it.  Do a happy dance, pour yourself a drink and sip it slowly, go for dinner, shout it from the rooftops. Or maybe you won’t do any of those things cos that’s not your jam.  But remember – you are setting your own personal goals for a reason.  Don’t let 2020 go by and you get to the end of it and realise you haven’t done anything you put your mind to because you thought it would all come to you.  Make 2020 your bitch! 

I cancelled Christmas for 5 hours on Christmas Day and shit got real~

How good is Christmas?  It’s the most wonderful time of the year isn’t it?  Of course it is – that’s if you have learnt to stress less and just go with the flow.  Now, at the ripe age of 38 years, I think that Christmas is amazing.  As I have grown older (and wiser) I’ve learnt that Christmas is what you make it.

The Annual Family Christmas Photo – 2014

 If you’re new here I have 3 boys – my eldest son is 17, then 15 and the youngest is 8 years old.  When my older 2 boys were round 12/13 years old they found a box of wrapped presents that were from Santa in the spare room.  Every kids jackpot win right?

Kids being kids, they opened nearly all of these presents.  In their defence, the presents did have their names on them, so they opened them.  Makes sense right?  Totally – that’s if you’re a tween and give zero fucks about consequences.  Which, at this time in their life, my boys did.

 Come Christmas Eve and Mr and Mrs Clause put out the presents. You soon realise that either your list has gone to shit or you do infact favour one child the most as lots of things are missing.  You also realise that you have no more shits to give as you have been working right up until Christmas, got caught up in the ‘Christmas Stress’ so you just take yourself to bed with the thought that in the morning everything will be fine and will work itself out.

Introducing Christmas Morning 2014.  Shit went down!  We all woke up with so much excitement, which is usual on Christmas morning.  Now, call me Old Skool but when I was little me, my brother and my sister all took turns opening our presents.  It’s actually a brilliant idea. I have learnt by doing this that the kids actually appreciate the gift/s that they are opening and take a minute to take it all in.  The boys pull sticks on Christmas Eve to see which one is going first.  Makes more for the excitement.  

Pretty much spot on

The present opening began.  I knew they were getting good gifts and their faces did not show any sort of excitement.  None – you know like when Richie Rich gets a new Rolls Royce and has thousands of dollars in the glovebox at cos and it doesn’t phase him at all.  Then when someone looks in the glove box they think it’s the best thing in the world and Richie Rich couldn’t give a shit cos he’s a self entitled prick.  Well, it was a lot like that but for some reason there was a hint of attitude.  If you know tweens then the attitude is THE worst!   It was then we realised that they have opened the gifts before this day have hidden them in their rooms.

 So I called it.  I stopped them from opening presents.  They stopped opening their gifts, I lost my shit and sent them to their room for about 40 minutes.  I need time to calm down, WE needed time to calm down.  While I was calming down, I Googled a letter that I remembered seeing earlier that month about how you don’t ever stop believing in Santa.  It’s the ‘magic’, the thoughts, the giving, the gift of family and friends at Christmas that makes Christmas special and just because you don’t believe in Santa and know that Santa isn’t real you need to keep that magic alive.  Not only for yourself, but for your family (and their little brother, who was 4 at the time)  I think I was pissed off and sad that they found out that Santa isn’t real by snooping through the house. 

Christmas Day – one of the best days of the year. Or is it?

Once we all cooled down the youngest opened his present while the other 2 watched. We then went on about our day.  It ended up being a fab Christmas – it was our first family Christmas – just the 5 of us.  We didn’t have to go anywhere, didn’t have to see anyone.  Everyone was in bed by 7pm.  Was perfect.  The older 2  learnt their lesson to never open presents before Christmas again.

That was the first time we had a ham. We’ve had a ham every year since that year. Chest hair not included

Now, what happens next you may judge, you may not but remember raising kids is a hell of a job. Some of my friends call it an Urban Legend.  Some call it the best parenting move in all of the world.     Also remember I raise my kids to know that what is given to them is earnt (except on Christmas and Birthdays) and there are consequences to actions – they knew this while they were opening their presents in the spare room a few days before Christmas.

We kept the present that were from Mum and Dad (us).  They didn’t open them on Christmas Day.  Instead  -the older 2 boys got their Christmas gifts from me and my husband on the last week of the school holidays.  Yep ONE MONTH LATER. No it wasn’t late, no we didn’t forget.  We gave it to them when we thought that they deserved it –and they did.  They deserved it and they also realised that what they did was a major fuck up.  But they pulled though and got their presents – which were clothes (that they wanted), a pair of shoes (again what they wanted) and go cart vouchers (yep – what they wanted).  Lesson was well learnt –now years on they don’t even think about opening a present for birthdays or Christmas.  5 years on nothing like this has ever happened.  Not even with the youngest, seems at a young age you learn what not to do from your older brothers.

Well worth the wait and lesson learnt.

Do you love or hate Christmas?  Most people have a Love Hate Relationship with Christmas and December don’t they.  I love the food, my Mum makes trifle every year whenever we visit and the boys know that at Christmas I buy food that we wouldn’t normally buy.  Heck, I spent $200 last week on ‘holiday food’ to get the family through until mid January so I can avoid the shops.  My husband loves that he buys a carton (or 2) of beer and the kids get to drink soft drink (which doesn’t happen a lot during the year).  I used to think that making biscuits, rocky road and all things sweet was the best until I was doing it every year and ended up hating the thought of doing it.  Although I did make rocky road this week.  I’m a sucker for tradition. I can’t bake cookies in a shape at the best of times (they always go flat or spread), not sure why I thought baking reindeer and tree shape cookies would be any different. 

Handmade cards make me all warm and fuzzy

I do love making and giving (and receiving) handmade gifts – it’s my favourite, not just at Christmas but for Mothers Day, birthdays anything really.  Handmade gifts are the best.  Yes you may spend twice as much getting all the craft and then finding time.  Oh my, to find time to do craft is exhausting am I right?  Everything takes time doesn’t it? So. Much. Time.  But at Christmas it’s different because everything is sparkling, there’s lights in the house, outside the house. There’s so many events and the shops are a nightmare.  Speaking of shops – people make handmade gifts to NOT go to the shops.  That’s why we make gifts – to avoid the shops at all costs. That’s right isn’t it?

Speaking of shops – how easy is it for Husbands?  Like seriously – how easy have they got it at Christmas?  We, as either the Mum’s or the ‘main’ female of the household are flat chat. We’re lucky we don’t have a large family, but still there is so much organising and planning, especially if you go away.  Then there’s ‘bring a plate’ for Christmas day, the list of presents for who and what, the budget, work (because you have to work, cos well, life) and the list goes on.  All the Husband’s have to worry about it what time they finish work on the last day for the year, making sure they  have enough beer and making sure you don’t lose your shit cos you’re doing everything. 

My husband is pretty good at keeping me calm and making sure I don’t go overboard or flip out at Christmas.  Any other time of the year, not so great.  But he (along with many other husbands) live the life at this time of year.  I thought it was just my husband that doesn’t do much – but how wrong I was.  Seems I have 3 friends and their husband’s are the same as mine at Christmas time.  What a life! My husband does this AMAZING thing where he would be in a circle socialising with the family – then he would just disappear for like 3 hours. Gone. Not to be seen.  Turns out he would be sleeping in the spare room or on a couch or anywhere he can lie his head.  It’s like his party trick – it’s amazing.  Mum’s imagine if we did that?  That party trick that would be the best party trick in all of the land – could you imagine Mum’s disappearing from kids and family and sleep for 3 hours?  I did actually do it last year – it was pretty good. 

Seen this shirt in my travels this month. No, I did not buy it – I am a responsible adult. Ha

  Although, my kids are old enough to “look after themselves” for a few hours, I usually find I haven’t drunk enough to warrant a 3 hour afternoon sleep #firstworldproblems.

Despite all my ‘whinging’ I do love Christmas – I love that in my day job I get to see my clients Christmas trees and houses all pretty and decorated (I’m a cleaner) I also love seeing to do lists on fridges – it makes me happy that I’m not the only one that goes bat shit crazy about a To Do List. I love the looks on my kids faces when they get their ‘joke’ present.  We started a Joke Present between my kids.  They pull a name out of a hat and then they buy for that brother – I give them $5.  Yep, $5, we all know you can’t buy a lot with $5 – but you would be surprised. It’s not allowed to be food.  They open this gift on Christmas Eve.  A few years ago we started a tradition.  We don’t have a lot of traditions, we are usually a ‘go with the flow’ family.  This tradition involves food – how unusual.  Because in Queensland (and the rest of Australia) its hot as fuck in December we usually crack out the blow up pool and have a small feast.  Nothing fancy, it’s pretty much chips, crackers, dip, potato salad and sausages cooked on the bbq and bread rolls – followed by my signature ‘ice cream cake’  which is a tub of 4 litre icecream, chopped chocolate honeycomb, lollies, biscuits and whatever else they fancy.  Mix it all in and re-frezze.  The kids love it.  Then they exchange presents and then usually a Christmas movie, leave food outside for the reindeer, letter to Santa.  Then bed. 

Whatever you do and however you spend your Christmas Day and holidays – make sure it’s an enjoyable one.  Be responsible, have a Destinated Driver, be good and just enjoy the break (if you get to be so lucky).   Christmas can also be a sad time of year for people.  Missing a family member (s) or friend at this time of year can be fucken tough.  Remember, if you need help and/or you need to speak to someone because you are not OK – that is OK.  Please be sure to reach out and ring Lifeline or Beyond Blue those line are always open and there’s someone on the other side to listen. Please don’t feel that you aren’t important or that you don’t matter. Because you certainly DO matter and people do care.

Merry Christmas Friends!! 

YEAR ONE

Get Lick’d Iceblocks is ONE.  One year old Wednesday 22nd September.  Happy Birthday Get Lick’d Iceblocks! <that’s me blowing my own horn>

Did I think I could make it to 1 year in business? Yes.  Did I think I wouldn’t? Also yes?  Have I learnt alot?  Yes.  Have I learnt everything?  Shit no.  Is that enough with the questions? Yes

Perfect sunnies, iceblocks in a woolies cake and an iceblocks onesie! ONE

When I had the idea about Get Lick’d Iceblocks – I thought hard, I researched hard and put so much brain power into the idea to make my business unique and different from the rest.  To my surprise it worked (and is currently working).  With any business, providing you love it, you are consistently thinking of ideas and grand plans.  Your brain never ever stops.  Well, it does.  Eventually.  But most of the time it doesn’t.  And when (and if) it does stop, it usually stops when you’re in bed.  Or does it?  Mine doesn’t, I need a little notebook and pen in my head that automatically writes all my good and bad ideas down.  I then tend to remember those ideas about 2 days later.  There’s probably an app for that right?   I should probably start using my phone more instead of pen and paper aswell.

Anyway, back to the birthday celebrations – consider this a personal THANK YOU to you and everyone that has had themselves a Get Lick’d Iceblock.  Maybe once, maybe twice or maybe you haven’t even had one – which is totally fine because you support me in other ways – like reading my blog, liking my social media account and sending me messages of support.  I see you and I thank you.  Happy Birthday Get Lick’d Iceblocks (again, blowing my own horn) 

Thanks for the support Friends x

I feel I should tell you what I have learnt in the last year.  Is that corny?  Yes,  sorry again with the questions!  If you refer to previous blogs about my lack of Time Management, you will realise that that is not a good idea.  I have learnt a lot – who wouldn’t?  Shit, we, as adults learn new things every day about life and our day jobs, let alone what you learn in a business.  I’ll be hear all day and night boring you.  How does a Top Five sound.  A Top Five of accomplishment that I am proud of.  Don’t be fooled, there is definitely more than 5 accomplishments with Get Lick’d Iceblocks I am proud of within this year.  Writing 5 just seems like an easier and non boring way to tell you what I have accomplished in 2018/2019.

In no particular order of preference –

1:  The Get Lick’d Launch Party  – now the launch party was not as exciting as I thought it would be, but it turned out perfect.  It was at the Which Craft Beer at Albany Creek (perfect space)  It was on the first week of the school holidays (rookie mistake), which was a bit of a shame as most of my friends couldn’t be there.  But the friends and family that were there was enough and I’m so grateful they came and made the effort to support this crazy little iceblocks business.

The Original Get Lick’d Iceblocks Trike.

2:  Changing Get Lick’d Iceblocks biodegradable plastic wrapping to PAPER.  This move is something I am so proud of.  Yes, plastic looks better than paper (depending who you are).  But we all know paper is better for the environment, breaks down and can be recycled.  I’m yet to source paper based, waterproof ingredient stickers  – watch this space.  When I launched Get Lick’d Iceblocks, I did a lot of research into packaging, at the time biodegradable wrappers suited best.  Then, once I spoke to people (you guys) about my product.  I decided to change to paper.  The positive feedback has been amazing since changing to paper.  People love it.  I love it. 

Plastic is not fantastic
Paper for the win.

3: Finding my new cart and bike on Gumtree.  If you follow me on my socials, you will know I’m a big fan of reduce, reuse and recycle.  I also love a good bargain. Who doesn’t right?  Backstory – I bought a bike, a cart, umbrellas and moulds from a guy named Steve, who happened to be the manager of Rivershore Resort at the Sunshine Coast (that place is amazing by the way)  I ended up sending him a photo of the cart all revamped, he was so happy it went to someone that appreciated a bargain and someone that could keep the iceblocks dream alive, as he was sad that life got in the way when they had their iceblock business.  The cart is 100% revamped, check out my insta – you’ll see pics there.  The bike is still in the process of being done.  Hopefully done by Christmas.  *side note – the Original Get Lick’d Iceblocks Trike is still for sale*

The day I got my ‘new’ cart. Can’t wipe the smile off my face

4: Going to markets and events.  I’m used to attending markets and spending money – not so much BEING a stall holder and taking money.  My first market was with LifeStyle Mecca, the very next day after I launched.  But my first ‘official’ market was Chillin’ At The Hills, this was their debut market aswell.  It’s a perfect spot for a market.  It’s at Bunya (in between Albany Creek and Arana Hills) at the sporting grounds there, on the Jinker Track – Great location. I did 2 more after the debut market in November and unfortunately, due to a few surprises from Mother Nature and then the weather got colder, I haven’t been back. Hopefully I will this summer. That’s the thing with having a seasonal business.  It gets tricky when the colder weather begins, then things out of your control happen – like rain/storms. 

My first market at Chillin In The Hills for Christmas

5:  Being in school tuckshops.  Now, this makes me happy.  I absolutely LOVE Get Lick’d Iceblocks being in schools.  Being in tuckshops never crossed my mind until someone asked me if it was an option.  I thought ‘why not’? Why not indeed.  Get Lick’d Iceblocks are currently in 5 school across Brisbane and hopefully more in the before the end of the year.  The thought of children having a choice of great tasting food in their schools is something I am proud to say I can help with. 

Well, that’s it – that’s 5.  Definitely not in any order, but a Top Five none the less.  I’m so proud of where I am right now.  Proud of how far I have come and more importantly excited about where Get Lick’d Iceblocks is going.   I have no doubt this summer will be more eventful than the last.  I also have no doubt that I will give it my all. 

I’m going to go a bit crazy here and add another highlight to the Top Five.  I don’t have any positive feedback about it – that’s only because it hasn’t happened YET!   You guessed it – It’s the Get Lick’d Iceblocks Carnival Event.  It’s happening on Saturday November 9th 2019.  If you haven’t heard, it’s going to be a hoot – lots of lawn games, nature craft, planting seeds, colouring in competitions, shade, a photobooth, iceblocks and FUN!  You may even see a dressed up piece of fruit! 

Lock it in the diary – going to be fabulous and fun!

The Get Lick’d Iceblocks Carnival Event is collaborating with local business owners  – if you are a local business and would like to be involved and think your business would suit this event, send me an email.  The more the merrier.  Invites are going out very soon.  

I would ask you to help blow out the candles, eat cake (that is most important) and meet me at a local pub for a drink, but we can keep it for the Carnival Event.  I’ve also decided to change what I eat and not drink alcohol for the month of September (that’s been heaps of fun) In lieu of that, a comment below or on the ‘gram would be suffice! 

A Star Is Born – Movie Review – In A Nutshell

The cat is out of the bag – I thought I was THE only person in the world that hadn’t seen this movie.  When it came out, either my friends had already made plans with their friends to watch this at the movies or we said we would definitely make time to see it together but alas, Mum Life made it hard and we just never got around it to. 

Dear Neflix – from behalf of the world that hasn’t seen A Star Is Born – we thank you for adding it to our viewing.   

*Disclaimer – the following may contain Spoiler Alerts.  I also take no responsibility for this.  If you haven’t got Netflix and haven’t seen A Star Is Bron, then I forgive you and you can now stop reading.  But seriously, why the heck haven’t you seen this movie yet?? 

Let’s begin.  When I read a review about A Star Is Born, I was like ok cool.  It’s a remake of the movie with the same title but the older movie had Barbra Streisand in it. There is also another one.  Same movie – just “old”.  Now unless you really like Barb and ‘old movies’ then you’ll like it.  But I don’t like either of those things. SO I have opted to review the ‘new’ version of A Star Is Born. I have loved Gaga since she wore her famous ‘meat dress’ and the fact that she has always been herself through everything she does – she kind of reminds me of myself – gives zero fucks about nearly everything.  I watched her documentary (on Netflix aswell) and love how real she is and what she says about her life and how she deals with sickness.  All in all, I think she’s a cool, talented chick.  She also looks amazing without her face caked in makeup.  But I get it “art”.   In regards to Bradley Cooper – he is a dreamboat.  FULLSTOP.  A Dreamboat ONLY when he has a beard.  I do prefer his long hair, when it’s short, I don’t complain either.  However, when Mr Cooper hasn’t got any facial hair, I’m disappointed to be honest.   No big deal, I then remember that my husband can rock an epic beard.  My husband can definitely not grow long hair – but I’m happy with his beard.  Insert, my own personal Bradley Cooper look alike here.  Ha in my dreams.

May I introduce to you – Mr Dreamboat *note the facial hair*

Ok so – the storyline is the usual ‘girl, which is Ally (played by Lady Gaga) meets boy, who is Jackson Maine (played by Bradley Cooper AKA Mr Dreamboat)  they fall in love, they get married, they have bumps in road blah blah blah’ The End.  Am I right? Perfect movie yeah?  Perhaps!   Yes of course it’s a perfect movie.  Let’s break it down – Ally works in a restaurant of some sort and she sings in a drag queen bar – this is where she meets Jackson.  She then sings a song – he gives him her number and it goes from there.  They then sing songs together – she gets famous.  Not a spoiler alert as the movie is called A Star Is Born.  Obviously, someone is a star and someone is born and it’s not a child.  No children are in this movie.

My husband told me that I would cry “at least 5 times” during the whole movie and I think I cried 6 separate times.  Yep 6.  I’ve mentioned previously, that I am a crier in movies. Whatevs, crying is good for the soul.  So strap in if you’re a crier.  If you aren’t a crier than fuck you guys, do you even have a soul or feelings? 

Let’s discuss Jackson’s voice?  I’m all for older men, well, not really, well, technically I am as my husband is 7 years older than me – but my husband is 100% NOT Jackson Maine in ANY shape or form.  Except my husband can grow a very good beard.  There are some lines in the movie where I don’t even understand what the hell Jackson was saying.  Pretty sure Jackson being an alcoholic has something to do with his voice.  No, that was not a spoiler – if you love the Shallow film clip as much as I do, seen the original movie or read reviews – then you would pick up that Jackson is an alcoholic.  I think that’s another reason why I cried so much.  My Dad was a recovering alcoholic, but again did not look like Bradley Cooper and my Mum looks nothing like Lady Gaga.  Once again the disappointment kicks in. Life is totally unfair << joke!   Jackson voice makes him even better looking though, am I right or am I right?  Your opinion means nothing – I am absolutely correct. 

Gaga could do no wrong in my eyes – she totally deserved that Golden Globe nomination.  I do have a gripe about when Ally had bright orange hair but that wasn’t Gaga’s fault, so yes.  Flawless. 

Note the orange hair

I remember watching Instagram stories of friends and people I follow and they would be sitting their car ready to drive home or still sitting in the cinema.  Their eyes and face red as tomatoes and tears rolling down their faces.  Like what the hell Susan?  Come on, A Star Is Born is not THAT bad (or good) to be crying 10 minutes after the credits have finished rolling and you’re still getting over a movie.  Get up and drive home Susan for fucks sake, you need to feed your kids dinner.  Well, Susan.  Shout out to you because I only had about 3 minutes to pull myself together after watching the final minutes of A Star Is Born because the lady from Gumtree wanted to know when I was picking up the 2 hobby horses I said I would pick up.  So I had minimal time to ‘absorb’ what the heck just happened.  But I watched it again this week and had time to digest. 

***FYI: The hobby horses are for the Get Lick’d Iceblocks First Birthday Carnival Event, coming soon!  Watch This Space!  Collaborations wanted

Now, turns out after talking to people about A Star Is Born.  I am not the only person in the world that thinks about movies 2-3 days after I have watched them.  No shit, I thought about just about every detail of A Star Is Born for days after I watched it. DAYS! Then, I was You Tubing facts about A Star Is Born and watching interviews with Gaga and Mr Dreamboat.  Then at work listening to the soundtrack, that I already downloaded when the movie was released, as I thought that I would actually go have time to see the movie, so I would know all the songs. This eventually paid off, because I knew all the words to the songs when I watched the movies.  The soundtrack is good.  Mr Dreamboat can sing, oh my he can sing.  Maybe It’s Time is a personal favorite sung by Bradley Cooper.  You’ll love it – and he doesn’t sound ‘old’ as you can understand what he is saying.  When I was You Tubing facts I read that Bradley and Gaga actually sung songs in front of about 15 thousand people at Glastonbury Music Festival.  Fact 2 – when Gaga sings the song in the blue dress with the orchestra. Before they shot that scene Gaga got a phone call that one of her friends died.  The film crew told her that she should have a break from the movie to grieve.  Gaga said no because her emotions were raw and that she wanted to finish the scene as she wanted the movie to be ‘real’.  You are welcome.

Talking about songs – I am 90% convinced that Gaga and Cooper are “great best friends”.  If that’s a thing?  The other 10% of me is unsure and don’t want to be told ‘I told you so’ by haters.  Yes, they are actors and yes they had to act all loved up to make the movie come alive and believable.  It’s definitely not like the chemistry with those actors in 50 Shades Of Grey, those 2 were a train wreck together.  YouTube Gaga and Cooper in Vegas.  They sung together at her residency and he was in the audience, she got him up and they sang Shallow together. She’s not wearing any pants, well long pants.  Undies, she’s wearing black leather undies – maybe that’s why it was so good.  Then there was the Golden Globes, I don’t care what you say – they are so fucking great together, even if they aren’t together. Even if it was a coincidence that he separated from his wife a few months later.  Who cares, I love them and I want them to have babies and get married and wear meat dresses and sing songs to each other for ever and ever.  I would also like it if Mr Dreamboat could sit on a log by the beach like Jack Johnson did in the film clip Taylor.  Gaga can be Ben Stiller ‘directing’ I would also like Gaga from now on to wear minimal make up, keep wearing  great dresses and no orange hair.  Ever.

Me and Husbo are renewing our vows soon – perhaps if I get him to grow his beard and hair and I have mega long hair extensions – this will be us! Joking – I won’t get through our vows – I’ll be crying the first 2 mins in

Back to the movie review. I loved it – I’ve watched  it 3 times now, if you’re an emotional  person, like myself and you know you need a good cry every now and then, then you know what to do.  It’s like when you are feeling sick and you have a good spew. Then you amazingly feel better.  Well, seems there are people, like me in the world that love to cry and then when we have cried we feel like we can take on the world.  Try it, it’s an amazing release of emotions.  Let’s face it, A Star Is Born is going to make you cry and if you don’t cry – then what the heck is wrong with you? 

Shout out to my friend *Lucy, who hated this movie – she said it was ‘lame’ and ‘predictable’. Ummm shut up Lucy – I love you – but hush.  You need to listen to my totally bias views of this movie.  Thanks Lucy #youknowwhoyouare

There’s also moments in the movie where they do this cute little nose thing with their fingers – keep an eye out for it – worth mentioning.  Also worth mentioning that I don’t do any of that stuff with my husband.  Anything I with my fingers usually means me pointing at him referring to the children. #wifelife

Nawwwww – all relationships have these one liners – I love one liners

As I’ve never actually done a movie review before, but I’m assuming that they say “in conclusion” So….. in conclusion – A Star Is Born is a great love story, has one heck of a soundtrack.  It might make you cry, (unless you’re like Lucy – Boo to you Lucy) and Gaga and Mr Dreamboat Bradley Cooper with a beard should make you swoon, unless you’re like Lucy and don’t like beards.  Poor Lucy.  

This is the look I give Lucy – Love you Lucy.

The End

^See what I did there^

Where It Started

 Alright, I did say that I wouldn’t speak to much about my personal life – but I feel that I should, not only for blog content and let’s face it – everyone needs ‘content’ these day.  It’s more for people to get an understanding of how hard I work, why I work and the reason I work. 

I write this while I am half thinking about getting up and practicing my hoola hoop skills (or lack of) while Beyonce Homecoming is blasting out of my stereo.  I also have the house to myself, and I could totally get up and bust out a dance move or get ‘my hoop on’.  I am so shit at hoola hooping.  My friend does it and she looks amazing while she does it.  She also has the benefit of having smaller boobs than myself, which seems to be a massive bonus (excuse the pun).  FYI if you are thinking of starting hoola hooping, be sure to get a thick hoop – I learnt this the hard way.  I got a thin hoop.  It’s harder.  Also be aware, if you have coordinated children, they will make you look bad.  Real bad.  I had my hoop for 3 days and all 3 of my boys had it nailed.  Bloody show offs.  I will be sure to keep you updated with my hoola hooping ‘skills’ as I have no doubt you will all be waiting with anticipation.  

While I let my ‘dance moment’ pass – I’ll digress.  Let me quote a ‘quote’ I found on the internet.  “One thing that Mum’s and entrepreneurs have in common is that they share resilience of working hard and never giving up – Petra” Now, I have no idea who Petra is, but she seems nice and she isn’t far from the truth. 

This kid looks like one of my sons – that’s why it’s funny.

I also don’t really understand the term entrepreneur.  Google says an entrepreneur is “a person who sets up a business or businesses, taking on financial risks in the hope of profit”.  Now I’ve been in business for 7 years this year with my cleaning business, also known as my day job.  I have never once said that I am an entrepreneur as I feel I am way out of that league and mostly just trying to live my Best Business Life month by month, which has eventually turned into 7 years.  For some reason I think of investors whenever the word entrepreneurs come in my head.  But that’s enough of that, hopefully no one got offended by that little statement and my little pic. 

I call myself a business owner, a sole trader.  I love the fact that I have been cleaning for 7 years.  It’s been a long 7 years, but not long enough for me to stop cleaning as I love it.  I love the fact I get to listen to podcasts, be trusted by my clients, have puppy and dog cuddles (refer to previous blogs about time management and how I love a good ‘puppy cuddle’) I must be honest, more than half my clients are now my friends as we have built an amazing friendship, even with the ones that I never see but I’m somehow part of their family as I am in their homes every week.  I actually love it.  I started cleaning due to my husband needing a major neck operation. He wasn’t in a position to have a desk job at his work so he was home with me.  We just had our youngest, Billy.  He just turned  one.  It was good to have him home, as we understood not many people (and kids) have the opportunity to have both parents home at the same time. But like most couple’s I think we were getting  annoyed at each other because we were together 24/7. Now, I love my husband – but I needed space as much as he wanted space. Ain’t marriage grand?   At this time I was actively involved with my eldest boys P&C.  One day one of the teachers mentioned her regular cleaner couldn’t clean her house that week.  I said I would do it, just for shits and giggles (I can say that, as I have been cleaning for 7 years and let me tell you, cleaning is definitely NOT ‘shits and giggles’)

My ‘shits and giggles’ job took our family on a 3 week holiday to Central Queensland 2016.

After leaving the teachers house – I had one of those Brain Farts where you realise you can actually make money from something so simple.  Cleaning.  7 years ago, there seemed to be a gap in the cleaning industry.  I for one can never remember people asking on Facebook groups for a cleaner.  I’m not saying that there wasn’t’ any cleaners – of course there was, but for some reason in my area you never really heard of them.  It was pretty much the perfect time to start a cleaning business.  So I did.  I got my products from Aldi and then spread the word. *Side note – I now only use environmentally friendly products, purchased in bulk*   I worked cash in hand for about 1 month until I could save to get enough money for public liability.  It worked out pretty well.  Husbo was home with the baby and I was able to work in school hours.  It wasn’t until after my husband’s operation was done I started working full time.  Full time cleaning.  Now let me tell you – it was hard.  So freakin hard.  I was working about 42 hours – just cleaning. It was hard, but then learnt to slow down.  Jason then started working, everyone at school or day care and life just flowed.

That’s the day job covered!  Now, Get Lick’d Iceblocks.  If I was loving my day job so much, why start another business?  Are you actually insane?  Ummm, yes.  Perhaps!

Clear as mud

It was New Years Day 2018 when I decided that I would like a Side Hustle.  Just something else in my life that doesn’t involve cleaning and the being stuck in the same routine every day.  I remember sitting at Brighton fishing with the family and an icecream truck pulled up down the road and all these people from out of nowhere ran up to this icecream truck.  It was like what you see in the movies.   I sat there and thought ‘for fucks sake, it’s just an icecream truck, and an overpriced one at that’.  But this truck had about 16 people lining up for icecream and more people walking towards it.  My mind was blown.  2 minutes later I was Googling icecream trucks for sale on Gumtree.  Turns out an icecream truck is about 40k.  That busted my bubble a bit, but I then had to put my thinking cap on.  A few years ago, I found out I am lactose intolerant and I am unable to be friends with dairy.  Which wasn’t really an issue as I never really drank a lot of milk or ate a lot of icecream.  I think it was 3 weeks later where I had the idea of making iceblocks, everyone loves iceblocks.  And it all sort of just rolled on from there.  Nearly 1 year on and here I am.  It hasn’t been easy, seems the thought of thinking about a side hustle is much MUCH easier than actually working in a side hustle and wanting to eventually quit your day job and work on your side hustle full time.  Although, I would be happy to clean part time/casual and focus 100% on Get Lick’d Iceblocks.  But I know that is a fair while away yet. 

Cleaning is my current safety net and it pays the bills where as Get Lick’d Iceblocks is currently paying for itself but 1 year in, I never actually expected to be where I am right now.  I couldn’t even dream it.  Yes that’s mega bloody lame. 

There was one point where I wanted to quit everything.  Cleaning, motherhood, Wife Life, responsibilities.  Everything.  I had it.  Life just got so fucking hard at the time and I couldn’t cope, nor did I think I would cope.  One day I snapped and I threw a saucepan across the kitchen floor before school one day.  My boys looked at me like ‘what the actual fuck did Mum just do? She’s fucking INSANE’ I told them to get their school bags and get in the car.  I dropped them off at school and drove myself to the doctor, crying the whole way.  So, I’m at the doctor, told him what happened, I kid you fucking not – this is what he said after asking me a few questions about home, my marriage, the kids, work, life.  He said KAREN, YOU NEED A HOLIDAY!!!  You are fucking kidding?  A holiday? Now why the heck didn’t I think of that Doc?  Like fuck.  Every Mother needs a holiday.  Just let me get my ducks lined up in a row, my husband have a few days off work as it will be a shit show for him to actually get shit sorted around the house, let me make a few meals to freeze so I know my kids and family are eating well while I’m on this holiday.  Let’s not forget the fact the fact that if I don’t work, I don’t get paid.  Finally, let me find a friend, that is also losing her shit at her kids and family cos she feels the same as me and make it a Girls Trip.  There was no fucking chance I was going to have a holiday.  He did give me the contact details of a psychiatrist to talk to though.  That seemed so much, much easier to do. So I did that instead. I went to the appointment, turns out after a massive cry and a talk about ‘life’ I just needed a few days off work and the support of my family.  I knew this, but seems having a complete stranger tell me this is different.  I almost wanted that psychiatrist to write a note to my family to say that I need my family to leave me alone and fend for themselves for a few days.  You know, like a holiday.  Same same. But different right?   Totally! 

That all happened about 2 years ago.  I can laugh about it ^ now, only because I think I am in a better space.  My boys still think I’m crazy though.  What Mum isn’t?  

Unless of course they aren’t annoying. Awkward

I have a much better outlook on life now.  I have slowed down since my little Saucepan Incident that day. I don’t have many friends as I have a few trust issues after being burned from people I thought were my friends.  I do have 3 close friends.  These girls are the friends I can trust, rant to, send meme’s to and friends I know they will have my back and be there for me. These guys make my days easier.  My husband goes alright aswell.  Motherhood, worklife and building a business is not a picnic.  If I had a dollar for every time someone told me ‘I don’t know how you do it’ then my piggy bank would be pretty heavy.  But so would every other Mother’s.  It’s not just me losing my shit, working the grind and providing for her family.  There are a MILLION women out there doing the same.  With or without children.  It’s just that some are just better at hiding it than others.  I’m all for not hiding it – fuck, why hide it?  We are fighting the same fight.  As long as you have someone to talk to. If you don’t have anyone to talk to – here’s some numbers that might be helpful.

 As Shrek says ‘Better out than in’.  Yes he is talking about burping and farting but you get the point.  I have also learnt to cry.  Fuck me I can cry.  Not just at whatever curve balls life throws at me but I cry in just about every movie.  My kids know I cry in every movie now they are used to it.  They are also very wary of when we all go to the movies.  I watched A Star Is Born the other night for the first time. OH MY GOD!!!!  My next blog will be about that movie. Let discuss.  Fuck.  I LOVED it!!  I couldn’t stop thinking about it for days.  I’m still thinking about it!  Watch this space.  A Star Is Born blog post is coming. 

Sorry, as usual, I got distracted.  Let me sum this up with another inspirational internet quote. 

“Forget her looks.  How about her insane work ethic, her unstoppable ambition and her ridiculously dope soul”

Breakdown of the above quote:  

  • Dope means cool as fucking fuck
  • I am currently growing out my grey hair.  I give zero fucks about the colour of my hair
  • Every mother has an insane work ethic – whether it’s cooking dinner or doing the grocery shopping
  • Unstoppable ambition = you are a fucking Queen and deserve the best with whatever the world throws at you

This post was a bit real and raw maybe even a bit overwhelming for you #sorrynotsorry.   I hope you got something positive out of it though.  I sort of just blurt shit out and cross my fingers it goes alight. 

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Collaborate With People You Can Learn From

I’m so freakin’ excited to tell you.  Like mega excited.  It’s been under wraps from a few week as a few details needed to be fine tuned with relevant people.  But I can finally spill the beans now.  You ready?  Are you holding onto your seat?  Are you going to do a little happy dance just like I did?  Meh, as if you would be doing any of that stuff.  Ok, thanks for bursting my bubble – I’ll just come out with it. 

Get Lick’d Iceblocks is collaborating with Brisbane Racing for a Brewitful Brunch.  Fuck yes.  How exciting right?  I will be selling Get Lick’d Iceblocks at the freakin’ races. The Brisbane Races at Eagle Farm.  I’ve never been to the races before – like never.  I have been to the trots though, that was when I was about 10 years old.  But I am assuming the races are not like the trots.  #joke

How did this happen you ask?  Well, let me tell you.  I follow a business call Collabosaurus – you may of heard of them, or obviously, you haven’t.  Google Jess Ruffus, she’s  the creator/founder of the business. Amazing lady. Anyway, Collabosaurus https://www.collabosaurus.com/ was running a competition and I won. I won a 3 month business membership, this meant that Get Lick’d Iceblocks has a portal and can collaborate with other businesses.  Long story short – Brisbane Racing is collaborating with Get Lick’d Iceblocks.  I’m so excited.  Not only to go to the races, but to be involved in something so massive. I’m going to be excited about getting feedback and the potential clientele that I might receive will be amazing.  I know I say it a bit – but guys – NEVER give up in anything.  Always dive in, head first, arse first, feet first.  Which ever way you dive, just do it.  Amazing things will happen if you just say yes to things outside your comfort zone, that’s where the magic happens.

What she said ^

This will be Get Lick’d first event where I will have HUNDREDS of iceblocks – I am nervous at the thought of selling out.  But one life motto I like to follow is – always over prepare – then you won’t  be under prepared.  Actually, I have never said that, I just made that up.  

There is going to be something new on this day.  Something that I eventually wanted to do (remember that thing I said about diving head first? Well, this is that)

There’s a process.  Pick your iceblock.  Dip it in high quality dark chocolate.  Top it with a topping.  Brilliant right?  Right!  Obviously the icecream trucks and households around the world has been fine tuning this concept for years and years and I’m not saying I created it.  Duh.  But for a little business like mine, that launched almost 1 year ago, I am excited about the fact that I was asked to make this process happen.

Eventually Get Lick’d Iceblocks will hit the wedding industry where you can pick, dip and top your iceblock.  Great activity for guests.  But, as with everything – baby steps.  Unless, of course you are diving in head first out of your comfort zone like I will be doing in September. 

Talking about collaborations – I have formed a great working relationship with Mandy from LuvaBerry Strawberry Farm. https://luvaberry.com.au/about-us/ Mandy is fighting the good fight on war on waste and has her fingers in many pies – all for good. It’s funny because when I talk to people about where I get my strawberries from, lots of people seem to know Mandy.  Now, that is a business you want to work with.  LuvaBerry Farm has open days about once a month.  We collaborate.  I use LuvaBerry strawberries in the Strawberry Coconut iceblocks and Mandy sells them on her open days.  I also tell my social media (and people I meet) about the farm.  It’s a perfect recipe for both of us. Works amazing!  Get Lick’d Iceblocks are now in 2 new schools because of LuvaBerry Farm open days. 

While I’m at it – I’m going to give a mega shout out to Savannah from Collab With Style.https://www.instagram.com/collabwithstyle/?hl=en  I met Savannah through a business Facebook page.  Savannah is 17 – 18 this year.  She has left school and works in her parents retail shop and runs Collab With Style, her business.  Savannah left school to being bullied every day and to the point where is could no longer take it, so she left.  She had full support of her parents when deciding to leave school and is now becoming a serious contender with her collaboration businesses.  Collab With Style is fresh, relevant and without trying to sound ‘old’ on point.  Let’s face it – I can be old enough to be Sav’s mum (I do have a 17 year old son) but her grit, determination and her want to be a “girl slay boss” ( I just made that up, apologies.  That sounds really bad, I did say I was trying not to sound old) is something my 17 year old self never had, nor does my 17 year old son.  Who run the world? GIRLS!  That’s a Beyoncé song – don’t hate on it.  Just embrace it –I do hope one day soon girls WILL actually run the world.  We are however, kicking arse in the business world – so many great businesses are run by woman – cos let’s face it – we fucking rock!  So Savannah – keep going you’re doing amazing!

Queen B just casually dancing about girls running the world. I only wished I looked like that on a good day

I have a MASSIVE collaboration/event in the works – I just have to fine tune a few things.  However, I am looking for the following talents that would like to collaborate with Get Lick’d Iceblocks.  I’m holding a family friendly event.  Northside Brisbane.  It is a circus/carnival theme event – think lawn games, circus activities and a heap of fun.  If you have any talents and would love the opportunity to collaborate – then please send me an email, I will be happy to discuss and get the ball rolling. I’m looking for the following businesses – but not limited to the following –

* Face painters

* Mums/ladies that love a great dress up

  • Photographers

* Performers – dancers, people that can juggle, people that can hoola hoop like a boss

*Cartoonists/artists

* Picnic set ups

You get the drift – if you have someone in mind, please get in touch.  Will be fab to have you on board.  Also, if you do get involved with my event – I am making a ‘community board’ of all the businesses that are involved on the day – so the guests can take your card or get in contact with you.  It’s the gift that gives, think of it as a Business Network Event – but with lots of fun.  Kids, no clowns and  you don’t even have to talk to people!  Win win!!