I don’t wanna grow up, I’m a Toys R’ Us kid. A million toys to choose from, that I can play with. From bikes to trikes and video games, its the biggest toy stor there is. GEE WIZ! I don’t wanna grow up, cuz baby if I did….I wouldn’t be a toys r’ us kid!

I haven’t been blogging much because…I have been growing up lately. I now drink coffee because I think its an adult thing to do. I indulge in cheese too because… its just an adult thing to do. Hehehe… ok not really but of late, I do feel like an oldie scouring wineries,I shop for homewares, having a latte in my hand, ordering caeser salad, and carrying hand cream in my handbag.

I’ve shocked everyone with my new do. Atleast my uncles anyway. He calls it the Aunty hair cut…. but others have liked… it??? Or atleast they have all been very polite.

Then I really felt like an Aunty remembering that this white dress WAS my mummy’s.

And now I dream of my next house. It will have a name. YES my house will have its own name.

I’ve been wearing this T-shirt dress for 5 years now. AND it was only TODAY, when taking this outfit post that I realised that the print on it is a…

…ZEBRA! How cool. Allthis while I actually thought that it was a flower! #FAIL. I don’t know how this proves that I am an adult but I thought I’d share an outfit.

I have been dressing like I am going to work…

Or atleast think that its work anyway…

I am probaly spreading myself too thin, and my older bro has just told me that I should do a few things, and DO THEM GOOD, instead of trying to do everything.

I am a stay at home mum at the moment, and looking at options to… well, contribute to the home loan, or atleast some how contribute to my ‘buying more clothes’ fund.

So the past couple of weeks I’ve been looking to buy an acting business…. which did not work out because we couldn’t see the financial figures of the business, and well, I’d like to think that when you’re going to invest a huge chunk of buckeroosss, and sell half your soul, looking at the business financials is um… ESSENTIAL!

Anyway then I looked at starting an art school. I has a friend friend in M’sia who had an art school, and have been looking to have a good chats with her to see what the possibility for that to happen here. OI! I’m coming down to M’sia for 4 days (??) for “training” so yeh… should meets up yah?? You know who you are ….

But you see that will take alot of my time, and well, there’s a chunky investment there too, setting up a studio, and blah blah when it comes to dealing with kids… so this is still working progress on its viability.

I have another thing I am looking at and slowly starting to build which I may reveal later on. Need to concerntrate and getting that going bfore telling everyone, else, I fall on my ass and everyone knows! Like I care but yeh… just being careful here.

THEN there’s this OTHER thing I am doing… just for fun and see what that can take me. Missy A’s school is having a ‘Mother’s day” fair thing, and I was asked by one of the other parents to set up a table to sell stuff. ARGH if only these people would like me clothes! (NO. bad idea) And then I came up with this…

http://abcdiy.wordpress.com/

Have a look around, and let me know what you thinks.

Each week, I will try to come up with a new idea/pack… that is economical for everyone. BEST of all, its all recyclable!! AND BEST BEST OF ALL… I can do it all at home while Missy C and Oscar chews on my ankles…. g..r…e…a…t….

OK, no don’t freak out. I haven’t had my baby (yet)… though yesterday… I swear I thought I was in early labour because for a good two hours my stomach was churning in intervals… but it turns out… I HAD super bad-ass gas. Lol… my poor family had to tolerant my moaning and groaning and in-between giant farting that literally SCARED Missy A. Everytime she came into the room to get something, she’d quickly ask me… ” Please mummy… just wait first.. don’t fart just yet…” hahaha…

Anyway… THE other BABY I am talking about is my new website! If you have been following my recents posts, I have been making headbands and rings as part of my PRAM FUND. Well, I found this quite ineffective because people had to know about it to navigate through to the post to see them… so I started another one just PURELY for selling my little handmade goodies.

http://arielleantoinette.blogspot.com

I’ve just put a few more headbands so do go visit and have a look. I will also be putting up cufflinks in the next few days too, so do have a browse and let me know what you thinks! Also if you like what you see, and think of someone who may like it too, do forward it to them and help out a fellow internet bud.

Cheers and Thanking you in advance! Go… Shop!… Go… Buy!…

YES I am unemployed now that I have a bun in the oven. Not too sure if I have mentioned it earlier but as soon as REVIEW (lol now I can tell you where I worked…) found out that I was preggers, they were quite pushy that I moved into a casual role from being a full-timer. (Do I have a case?? heheheh)

I’m not too fussed about not working but just today… I realised something…or atleast… thought about something (she thinks!).

As I was hanging up the 32nd hankerchief onto our clothes dryer… I wondered whether I was over-compensating for NOT working. For me… of late, my unemployementness has made me feel abit like a potato. Just a spud that doesn’t do much and I feel like a useless spud (no offences to spuds… don’t get me wrong… I LOVE potatoes! Hmmm baked with cheese, or scalloped with chives… oh deep fried by Maccas).

I realised that I have put all my energy into Missy A’s school. This last week… I have volunteered to:

1. Wash the kids hand towels
2. Paint the backdrop for the Christmas concert
3. Paint the kids faces for the Christmas party
4. Make sushi for the Christmas party
5. Buy headscarves for a Portugese dance performance for the concert
6. Buy necklaces for African dance performance for the concert
7. Sew all 8 Princess sashes
8. Paint the names of the Princesses on the sash
9. Sew the donkey costume, tail and ears included, AND
10. Make Missy A’s ‘Gretel’ costume.

OMG… I AM over-compensating, aren’t I!!!!?????

Having stood in heels for 9 hours… I’ve decided to wear slighty more sensible shoes…Still a heel… just a kitten heel. Yes… I’ve smarten up. Also to match my red lippy… I’ve got red nails!…and on my first day of having pretty nails… I’ve chipped TWO! ARGH!!! Oh well… there are bigger fish to fry.

Same skirt, worn backwards… with another pretty top. I also had a peach fascinator but I took it off before I took the photos.

No, I didn’t kiss a girl but i feel super girlie in my work outfit!

I had a nicer outfit while I was at work, but this is what I wore BEFORE I worked… which was nice. I actually had checked tulip skirt on but when I quickly rushed out of the toilet thinking I was running late, I ripped it when I tried to pull it back down. Oops.

Do you see my lippy? Yes that is right. It is compulsory to wear red lipstick where I work. WHICH IS SO COOL! I thought anyway… until I thought about the consequences……….

I have Hayfever… so I am constantly pinching my nose and dabbing my nostrils to absorb any ‘wetness’. THIS ‘wetness’ brings about unwanted dangling…. boogers…. SOOOO… when I wear lippy, people are drawn to look at my lips, and hence very close to my nostrils that COULD possibly have floating friends hanging about. WHAT MORE… is that then I really have to keep a lock down on my upper lip hair too, because the red lippy draws peoples eyes away from my eyes and down pass my nose, hover around my mustache and land on my lips.

What more can I say? THE CONSEQUENCES of RED Lippy!

Went in for a psychometric test today for a job I had applied for AGES ago. I had 2 absolutely shocking moments before the real test began…but hopefully…it will work out for the best. *fingers crossed*…

On the way into the building …because the building is really tall, they split the floors and allocated them their own lifts…i.e… 20-40 in one section, 10-20 in the second and then 1-10 in the next. Something like that anyway.

So I had to make my way to level 8. Walking walking, thinking, ok I need to get to the 1-10 lift, but when I saw the lift door open, I just rushed in. Stood there looking at the little buttons looking for No.8. Now…20…19…18…17…16……….13…12….OH CRAP! I’m in the wrong lift! Even worse, when I ran into the lift, the guy in the lift was nice enough to hold the door open for me to wait for me…bla… bla… So I had to sheepishly announce “Oh, I’m in the wrong lift, could you let me out?”. Bad number 1.

Ok, got to the interview room, was all set up, and the nice lady explained everything to do with the test…then prompted me to do a ‘Sample Question’. IN FRONT OF HER. Ok…fine…breathe… Now… ” A box of paperclips costs 23cents. How much does 4 boxes cost?”. Easy right? Well, in my midst of panic and fear of being judged and analysed, I went straight onto the piece of paper that was given to me to work it out.

I am a complete idiot! I don’t know what was going on in my head. BUT all I know now is that I have serious problems in doing problems infront of people! Well, anyway after a second look and a few minutes later…I realised I was SUPPOSED to multiply it by 4…the answer…. YOU ARE A DUMB ASS!!! (Bad No.2).

I honestly did scored a 92. something for VCE without cheating. Anyway, after she left the room to let me do the rest alone, I was fine. Should be getting the results…soon… stay tuned… (if you want to find out if I really am a dummy…OR if you really believe in me and that I would be awesome!) Lol…

I have this bizarre thing that happens to me that disables any ability to articulate my thoughts when I am in an interview. ITS ABSOLUTELY frustrating!

I had an interview today. I’ve met the HR lady before, so I thought maybe it wouldn’t be as daunting as the first meet. After all, we’ve chatted over the phone after our first meet, and she genuinely seems interested and keen on getting me a job there. Nice lady. Anyway, I went in today…all prepared, and even prepped up by someone who works there and pretty much has an idea of the sorts of questions they would ask….AND THEN…BLANK!

I just couldn’t think! This was what my thought process…** refers to my interior monologue**

Interviewer: Ok, just briefly outline the roles you have previously been in and how it could relate to this role.

ME: **Ok, fair and easy simple question**

Um, my last position was with Coles Myer as a….**Crap, what was my role**

Er, it had a really long title for a simple role… **THINK!! OK!! I’m trying to THINK so stop asking yourself to think and just THINK!!!**

Oh, yes, I was an HR Recruitment Adminstrative Assistant. And…my….responsibilities….were…..**OMG, what did I do there? What’s that word!??**

Oh yes, I was on the phone alot, doing reference checks…**Yes, keep going… crap! Blank**

Total Outfit: $116 (Suit custom made from Thailand)

BARGHHH!!! I really wanted the job, even though they kept emphasising how boring it might be. I don’t care! I want to work for you! And I know I can do an awesome job! But you just have to give it to me first!!! ARGH!!

Well, BOMBED that one. Must have sounded like one of their most incompetent, fickle, and shallow candidate. At the very least… I looked nice…I think so anyway. I’ve done what I could do which was crap (WHYY!!!???) but the rest is out of my control. BLAH!

I’ve been doing acting classes at a studio around my area, and its been fantastic. The teacher/caoch/director person has been very supportive in my efforts in pursuing my acting career. So much so that I get free classes so long as I helped out with things which included cleaning the toilets at the studio. Lol I clean those toilets so much more cleaner than those at my own house…. ANYWAY, yesterday as I was cleaning the toilets I noticed that there was a bunch of clean toilet paper shoved into one of the bins. The TRUE chinese in me kicked right in as the first thought flashed in my head.. “Who in the world would chuck unused toilet paper…. SOO WASTEFUL!”. Then as I continued clearing around, I realised that there was a shiny new toilet roll dispenser hanging resplendently on the wall. Ahhh I see… THE REAL CHINESE in me then kicked in hard… “Oh, does that mean I can take the left over toilet paper home?”.

Mind you, I went home gleefully with 2 brand new rolls of super soft 3 ply toilet paper….