24 Things I Want To Do in my Life

I was scrounging through my various 'memory' boxes today in search of a particular photo - an exercise renowned for sucking time into a massive black hole as I completely lose myself in memorabilia and flashbacks of graduation, school and old boyfriends.

Anyway, amongst a whole bunch of other interesting items I'd forgotten I had - gold locket I could give to Scarlett, a toy car... why? burnt out candle stub... bin - I found this.  It was a list of "24 Things I want to Do in My Life".  It resided in a diary I was writing when I lived in Scotland, which was in 1998, thirteen years ago.  I would have been 23... obviously still young enough to have some pretty grandiose dreams :)

Here's the list.

Things I Want To Do in My Life
1. Live and work in Canada
2. Visit New York
3. Visit Las Vegas
4. Stay at a luxury health farm
5. Go hot-air ballooning
6.  Go on a luxury cruise ship holiday
7. Work in Melbourne + Sydney
8. Live beside the sea
9. Get married in a fairytale castle
10.  Run along the beach in a size 10 bikini... and not fall out!
11. Have a meal at the top of Centrepoint Tower, Sydney - preferably lobster.
12. Parachute jump!
13. Visit Queensland
14. Drive around Australia in a campervan
15. Snorkel in the Great Barrier Reef
16. Stay in a villa in the South of France
17. Visit Paris again
18. Have babies (at least two)
19. Have my own office
20. Own at least one complete designer outfit
21. Write and publish a book.
22. Arrive in a limousine somewhere
23. Drive with friends in a red, open top car.
24. Completely decorate my own house.

A quick check in reveals not-so-promising progress on most of the goals on my bucket list, unfortunately.
Still haven't been any where near Canada, New York or Vegas, although those places are definitely still appealing to visit.  Someday.  I don't know where I thought I'd be getting all the money from for luxury health farms, cruise ship holidays, parachuting and hot air ballooning, but none of that has happened either.

I didn't get married in a fairytale castle, just the Kew Gardens.   I don't own a designer outfit, and not even close to publishing that book.   I think driving around Australia in a campervan might still be 20 years off!

On the plus side, I completed half of no.7, which is working in Melbourne.  I think I can scratch both 10 and 13 off my list too, having had a Gold Coast holiday in the summer of 2000 at a very slim and bikini-worthy size 10.  I've had one baby, which is well on the way to crossing no. 18 off the list, and I had my own office for 8 years (now shared).  Completely decorate my own house?  In the midst of that right now!  And yes, I did actually arrive in a limousine somewhere (no. 22).... my own wedding.

It's funny how some of your goals change, too.  I'm no longer really interested in working in Sydney, living by the sea particularly, or visiting France again (done that).  I'm not 100% sure what the whole red open-top car thing was about...was I having a Ferris Bueller moment?  Not a top priority.  And snorkelling... I can't imagine what I was thinking.  I hate to snorkel.

My goals now are slightly different.  I guess that comes with motherhood.  I'd have to replace several of the above with these:
* Be a good, kind and loving mum and wife
*Pay off house
*catch up on no. 18
*Appreciate every day what I have right now.

.... and who knows, maybe still I'll eat lobster and write that book someday.

My toddler is obsessed with boobies.

My toddler is obsessed with boobies.  Specifically, my boobies.

She loves to point out: "Mummy has biiiiiig boobies!", usually followed by "I got no boobies".  In the natural, world-revolves-around-me state of toddlerdom, I know this preoccupation is all about her and comparing herself to me, but at times it is slightly unnerving.  For example, stepping out of the shower to find a pair of beady eyes trained straight on your chest is pretty much a daily occurance.  And that's only her father, lol.

One of the gems that came out of her mouth the other day, as I was getting her buckled into her car seat: "Mummy - you have two babies in your boobies!".

No really, I guess it's kind of cute.  And I do have magnificent knockers, who can blame the kid.

But lately, the obsession has expanded to include hair.  You know, ladygarden hair and other hair in places 3 year olds don't get hair.  This is a little more awkward.  Miss 3 delights in telling me, for example, when I require a little attention with the tweezers.  "Mummy, you got hair on you chin!!" she exclaims disappovingly, stroking the offending spot.  "I don't got hair on my chin.  Rapunzel doesn't have hair on her chin."

Now before you consider me a bearded circus lady, I don't have a full goatee or anything... just the few strays those of pale skin and dark hair are prone to from time to time.  But trust me, if I've been lax with the wax, little red will find them.

So yes, it's off to the pharmacy again to stock up on hair removal products.  Wouldn't want to be outdone by Rapunzel, after all.

Welcome to my world!

Well, here we are.  After a couple of years of working with blogs and bloggers, I've finally become curious enough to start my own.  God knows who on earth will read it, and I really have no idea what I'm doing but y'know.... WHY NOT.

Facebook is too small to contain my ramblings and Livejournal is a graveyard these days (can't say I've helped its cause too much in recent years) so here I am.

First of all, let me explain my blog's title.  Strawberry, Strawberry_lovemuffin and variations on these have been online names of mine for well over 10 years now... it's kind of my virtual identity so to speak, although strangely enough, I do come across Strawberrys on the net frequenty.  Never any Lovemuffins though.
When setting up this blog strawberrysworld was already taken, so I had to go with strawberrysworldblog.  You know what this means?  Someone out there is pre-emptively stealing my identity.  Ohwhoo oooo ooo.  It's like the Bourne Identity only in blogspace.  Bet their blog is nowhere near as awesome as mine anyway... ;)

I guess you could say this blog will be about parenting, since I am mum to a 3-year old.  But it may just be about other stuff.  I don't know yet...  WEEEEEEEEE this is really fun!  It's like creating a whole new country where you are the dictator, the populace and, as yet, the only reader.

In conclusion: Strawberry's World!  Stawberry's World!  Party On!  Excellent!

(*cough*  I promise my next update will contain actual meaningful content.
Actually scrap that, I can't promise that. What am I thinking?)