Say hello to the excellence that is Chris Piascik.
Just checking in to say I’m rooted today, for want of a nicer phrase.
I’m going to spend the day making the house nice and cooking and getting back in touch with home base.
I have been going one zillion miles per hour (which I quite like) – but I need to slow the M-train down a bit today. My stomach hurts and I’ve had a wee headache for 3 days now. Not good.
What are you doing today, lovely reader? Do you feel like a bit of a whinge? Go on. I don’t mind…. We can’t all be chipper all of the time.
Feel free to whinge in my comments today – it’s totally your soapbox – I will reply over the day, like the agony aunt that I am – with entertaining ways to fix your whinges. Yes I will. I’m sure other people will chip in too. You can even make your whinges up, if you are not the whinging kind. Off you go!
xx Pip
Oh, I so need to do this too. Thanks for putting it out there. And in such a nice way. Hope you are getting things sorted, and feeling better as well.
Ta for the most excellent advice Ms Pip 🙂
Oh you have all put some perspective on my day and my whinges seem merely trivialities – thank you for that!!!
Stumbled onto your blog a few days back and it (and the comments) really lift my day. No complaints from this 72 yr old. Go Girls !!!
My whinge is that I am a bit stupid and I posted a whinge comment on the post about knickers!
Here is what I whinged about – very trivial, but this week has gotten better since a rather shitty Monday; I have little to truly complain about…
There are no decent shoes ANYWHERE! And after my perusal of shops last night, I think this winter will one of those where I hate all the silly fashions.
SHINY LEGGINGS?
Not on these thighs my friend.
Humphf.
Thank you Aunty Pip for your lovely advice. I searched high and low in the cupboards and i found a packet of Chocolate Royales that my caring husband had hidden from me. I think after school pickup we might have milkshakes at our favourite cafe. Thank you for your concern and I hope you enjoy the markets early tomorrow morning.
Kind regards
Adrienne
Oh Adrienne!
No! Jammed fingers are stupid and Jammed is to sweet a term I think. Theres nothing sugary about jammed fingers and it’s a complete misrepresentation of an agonising injury.
You must give her a red icypole and promise to lie in bed and watch Charlie and Lola with her. And you should have an icy pole too. And one for the jammy fingers.
Big kisses for little fingers.
xx Aunty Pip
Oh Elizabeth. I know just how you feel! I am a hoarder and I tie myself in knots trying to clean things and find things and clean things again. Moving is such an awful task. It’s only good if rewarded by martinis and other helpful people who will drive you around when you are too drunk to stay on the right side of the road.
I think all my advice revolves around sanding the rough edges off with a nip of something potent actually…
Think of moving as a marathon – only with more generous shorts. You look crap. You feel crap. You are not really getting anywhere fast.. but eventually you finish like some sort of displaced sweaty betty and it doesn’t hurt quite so much.
Yours truly,
aunty Pip
LOL! Thank you Aunty Pip. The trapeze mechanisms are now on order.
Dear Aunty Pip
I was helping with Tuckshop this morning and my 4 year old daughter jammed 3 fingers! Poor little petal is sleeping now and I have no chocolate to calm my nerves.
Kind regards
Adrienne
Dear Lou,
Okay – I know that your friends probably think your husband is a tetchy cad. But hey, we know he’s just a guy and he can’t help his insensitive nature and surly insistance of keeping the Stepford Wife alive and well.
I suggest that when he comes home you be dressed in a very trampy nighty with a Carmen Miranda type headpiece. He’ll be too busy trying to work out what it all means to ask where the dinner is.
I tend to never take the rubbish out – because that way it mounts up and someone else does it. But I do siphon the icky juice out of the compost bin and put it on the garden. It’s my icky pleasure.
I think you should pretend to have had a nervous breakdown whilst he was at work, start sipping vodka out of the daffodil vase, hit him with your crutches and ask him where he’s taking you tonight!
xx Aunty Pip
Dear Mel,
Obviously you should let people know that you are not pregnant – but that you have very crazy gas. That will keep them quiet.
When the baby finally comes you can tell them that it came from the cabbage patch – where all cute babies come from.
xx Aunty Pip
Oh Emjie – the time has come for everyone in your house to learn to sit on the floor – or better still, install a few trapezes for dinner/tv watching. Any available space must now be allocated for your crafting, emjie. It’s really important that you get to make things when you need to. A big table right in the middle of the room. Meals must now be eaten off laps. Homework done on trapeze. Or better still in the local cafe – as it’s important to support local.
Yours Truly,
Aunty Pip
Hello!
Welcome to hell!
After 16 years in one house we are moving!
Not only does that mean a lot of accumlated stuff, but two of us are crafters, which means even more stuff!
Stuff everywhere. Stuff to throw out. Stuff to put in the op-shop bins. Stuff to pack.
Its a bit like that magical never-ending packet of biscuits. You spend an hour cleaning out a draw or shelf (yes, an hour. when you don’t have to move stuff around, things get hidden, forgotton about etc) and turn around only to see another cupboard or bookshelf staring right back at you, full of stuff.
But then, when you’ve sticky-taped everything up, packed clothes and books neatly, where do you fit that stuff? even with lots thrown out the stuff never fits back where it came from?!
And why is it always the shirt you want or a book to read, or dvd to watch, that is right at the very bottom of a bag or box? why?
It would be like a treasure hunt but the only treasure I’m finding is stuff that should have been thrown out many,many, many years ago!
I hope that you feel better soon.
Maybe laughing at all us whingers will make you feel better?!
Elizabeth
I meant to say “a sloth”.While I’m here can I also add that he keeps on ringing me during the day,checking up on me!
Dear Aunty Pip,
Hope you don’t mind if I have a bit of a whinge!I have recently become housebound after breaking my foot(plaster,crutches,the works).I would have thought that for the first time in in ages I have a legitimate excuse to “put my feet up”.The problem is my husband comes home from work and can’t understand why the house isn’t as “neat as a pin”,like his mother’s!!!As soon as the kids leave for school I just want to hop back into bed,read,have a bit of a doze,eat weetbix (with hot milk and sugar)and listen to Stubbsy in the afternoon.Does this make me sloth and does my husband have a point?I might add I broke my foot when I fell down the front steps,putting out the rubbish!
OK, I’ll bite 🙂 I’m 35 weeks pregnant, feel huge (am huge), can’t sleep, have dreadful back pain, and am *over it*. Actually, what I’m over most is being asked ‘so how much longer do you have’, to which the answer is ‘too damn long’!
(But really, I’m not this whingy all the time. Mostly, I’m ok with being pregnant. Just tired today).
Ooh! How often does one get invited to whine? Well here I go…
Living in a small house my studio is constantly mobile. And when I say mobile, I mean it that it has to be packed up and put away every day it is used, because there is so little free space in the house. So when I have major art projects it is taken out and put away all the time. The result of this pattern is that so much time is lost in setting up and packing that could have gone into finishing my art projects.
I long to have a room for my machines and supplies. So that I need never again lug around my sewing machines and supply containers, my art easel stays out, tools are reachable, there is a bench that my unfinished projects can stay on over night.
Oh to dream… to dream… dream to have a studio…