Author: Veronica

  • Cadbury Chocolate Giveaway

    I’m fortunate enough to get to work with Cadbury on a regular basis, so when they unveiled their new range of chocolate featuring whole nuts, I eagerly accepted a gift pack in the mail. AND IT WAS AWESOME. I prefer the whole nuts. I think they taste better.

    Yay, chocolate.

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    Because Cadbury like to spread their message and we all like chocolate, I have 5 Cadbury gift packs to giveaway, including 2 x each new block of chocolate, in both plain and nut varieties. Pretty sure that is eight blocks of chocolate in each gift pack.

    To enter, leave a comment below letting me know what your favourite way to eat chocolate is.

    The fine print:

    Entry is open to Australian postal addresses only. One entry per household – I will be checking IP addresses. Winners will be picked using random.org. Competition closes June 9th 8pm AEST.

    WINNERS:

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    Jenny, Chloe, Terese, Lightening and Anna, I will be in touch shortly.

  • Tyre Safety is important. Really. #sponsored

    This article is sponsored by Tyreright.

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    We bought a new car recently. Well, okay, not new. It’s old, and the interior needs upholstery shampoo, but it’s a bigger car and I can easily fit three children and the grocery shopping inside it. My children aren’t all stuck together, elbows and knees attacking each other. Although Amy has been known to poke Isaac in the back of the head, so maybe it’s not all sunshine and roses.

    I hate car shopping. Hate. In fact, I hate pretty much everything to do with cars. This time, instead of going with Nathan and wandering around pretending to care, I sent him with his brother and told him that whatever he chose was fine with me. Feminism: It’s the art of getting to choose which things I don’t want to have anything to do with.

    He found a car, I told him it was great and we moved on. Yay, us.

    But you see, the problem with buying a second hand car is that car yards will scrimp on some things when they’re looking to resell. Things like tyres. (See what I did there? Bringing the entire article around to my point? I AM AWESOME)

    Tyreright offered me a free set of tyres, in exchange for a review of their services. And I said Hell Yeah, because having to pay for tyres comes under my God I Hate Cars And All Their Expenses banner, which includes everything, pretty much.

    Tyreright are all about safety in tyres. They’re all about keeping us safe, which I got first hand knowledge of when they refused to fit the set of tyres I’d purchased online, because they were the wrong type. No, it wasn’t my fault – the car dealership we bought from had fitted the wrong tyres and I’d then bought the same kind ASSUMING that other people know what they’re doing. Other people are idiots.

    My husband took the car in for the tyres and I stayed at home with sick children. Frankly, he got the better end of that deal. The guys in the Hobart store were professional and polite as they explained to Nathan about wrong size tyres and come back tomorrow and we’ll have the right kind of tyres for you. Because SAFETY.

    The next day, Nathan took the car back into the city, while I stayed home (yet again) with three sick children. Tyreright fitted the tyres that I’m told are of very good quality, and did the wheel alignment thing that is important and Nathan got to drink coffee and sit in a park alone. Not that I’m bitter or anything.

    Frankly, it was all much easier than the last time I had to buy brand new tyres. From buying online (AWESOME), to the fitting, it was relatively stress free and I liked it so much I’ll do it again next time when I don’t have a freebie code. Yep, it was that good. Prices seem stock standard – but they’re tyres. You’re not exactly going bargain hunting, are you?

    Tyreright will do all your tyre related car things for you, making sure that the rubber holding your car up is actually going to continue working in the manner it is supposed to. I’d say that’s pretty important.

  • Evelyn gets a tooth. Also, I’m not really here.

    You guys. I woke up this morning feeling like I’d been hit by a truck. The plague that struck down my children has hit me and I have headaches and chills and cold feet and a serious need for someone to pet me on the head and bring me chicken soup. Instead, I’m writing blog posts and articles for The Shake and trying to work out how Evelyn took a chunk out of my nipple.

    Except it’s not really a mystery. She got A TOOTH. I know. Big news. My baby is now all nippy and toothy and I can’t let her gum on my fingers anymore for fear of having her break the skin and turn into a tiny little vampire. Or something. I’m a little feverish and probably not making any sense. BUT A TOOTH.

    My baby is growing up.

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    LOOK AT HOW BIG THEY ARE.

    In other news: I have been writing at The Shake, A LOT. Here’s some of my articles you might have missed and that I think you will enjoy.

    Women are expected to be attractive. “As far as feminism has come, it seems that women are still expected to try and be attractive to others. From being asked by a man to smile (why do I owe you any sort of facial expression?) to the implied expectation that we all wear makeup, shave our bodies and have hair that looks normal.”

    Rape Culture and our penchant for Victim Blaming. “I am a sitting here as a woman, existing in a world of rape culture and every bit of news reporting serves to show me how very unsafe I am. I am uncomfortably aware of how, to a percentage of people, my ownership of my own body can be overruled by the desire for someone else to see me used.”

    How to raise engaged children. “I was an engaged child, growing up in the nineties. Of course, by “engaged” I mean, constantly engaged in chores and household work and activity, a fact which I bitterly resented when aged ten, I found myself standing down the bush throwing rocks at a tree angrily rather than collecting sticks.”

    Female viagra will lead to crazed binges of infidelity; societal splintering. “Lock up your wives and daughters. Female “viagra” is set to cause widespread infidelity of unparalleled proportions. All those tired lines about female nymphomaniacs preying on the poor poor men are going to play out. No one will be able to stop the rampaging vaginas in the street as women tear off their clothes screaming “take me, take me now!””

     India declares dolphins to be “Non-Human Persons”. “Humans are arrogant, as a species. We’d like to think that we’ve got the jump on all other creatures; that our society is the most developed because we have science and technology. What if we’re wrong?”

    Amongst other things. Wow. I have been writing a lot.

    How are you?

  • Evelyn is growing up.

    This morning I was awoken at 5.50am by Evelyn wanting a feed. Nothing unusual there of course – she still wakes often overnight. Her twitchy seizures startle her out of sleep and then she feeds for comfort. Once she’d finished her feed, I put her back down into her cot, hoping that she would at least sleep until our alarm went off at 7am.

    No luck – she was awake and wanted to play. Again, nothing unusual. I keep a few toys in the bottom of her cot for mornings like this. If I turn on her light mobile, she can bash it and play while I catch a few minutes extra sleep.

    I rolled over and all was well until ten minutes later, when Evelyn woke me up by bashing me on the face with her tiny cold hands. Turns out she’s worked out how to wiggle up the small ledge between her (three sided) cot and my bed, to make her way to my head.

    She looked thrilled with herself, of course. Can you blame her? She can now wiggle herself to Mummy overnight whenever she wants. New skill mastered! Plus 10 experience points! Minus 4 sleep points.

    Lucky she is adorable and does things like giving me a round of applause when I get her up after her nap, and waving bye bye at every opportunity. And she’s such an old pro at giving blood now that she didn’t even cry during her blood draws on Tuesday – leaving Nathan and I in a little bit of shock. We’d been dreading it and then nothing. She just sat there and played with the tourniquet end.

    My baby is growing up.

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    Clever girl resting on her elbows

  • Moving forward in leaps and bounds

    This morning, as a kitten napped in front of the fire, Evelyn commando crawled over to her, grabbed her by the head and then shoved her in her mouth. When I rescued the kitten, Evelyn rolled over onto her back, looked at me and clapped her hands.

    She’s very clever, this baby of mine.

    Tomorrow she has bloods to check for markers of a neuromuscular disease. We will hold her flailing body down (again), while the nurses poke her with needles (again) and we try not to take the screaming too much to heart (again). Holding my baby through a blood draw is one of my least favourite things to do, beaten only narrowly by holding my baby during a lumbar puncture and sawing off my own feet without anaesthetic.

    But as far as Evelyn goes, she’s doing really well. She tries to eat the kittens, tangles herself up in towels left on the floor, plays peekaboo and claps her hands.

    What more could I ask for?

    Last week:

    She likes to eat her toast reclined sideways in her bouncer, head resting against the edge. She giggles when I kiss her tummy and is so very pleased to see her siblings, especially Amy when she gets home from school.

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