What the Kibble?



Peppa is so well behaved she wouldn't even take the ball without being told to.


When Peppa the pooch arrived she came with a letter of her likes and dislikes, her routine, her medical history and puppy pre school certificates. Clearly had been a member of the family.

Right.

OK.

I can do this I tell myself and head off for the supermarket with the list in hand.

First up, Kibble, WTF is kibble.

I return with dry food, pigs ears, some dog biscuit thingos and some other treats. Peppa takes off with the pigs ears and buries them somewhere and they are never seen again. Turns her nose up at the food and eats it after awhile as there is clearly nothing else coming.

She then digs up the compost, eats it and Mr H gets text messages about having to come home and use the shovel to clean up the steaming piles taking over the back yard.

So, thankfully the kindly Coles people sent us some help with some bags of dog nosh, dentastix and doggie ball for good measure. It has helped me out enormously and no longer am I clinging to a wrinkly sheet of notes hoping to purchase the right stuff.

Good ol' Coles are also sharing the love with one of you, if you have a dog and would like a box of help delivered to your door, leave a comment below, either here or on my Facebook page (yes, I am letting the Facebook lovers comment over there).

The full pack will contain:

The full pack includes:


- Banquet for dogs tender chicken and vegetables
- Banquet for dogs country lamb, liver and vegetables
- Purr with tasty tuna whitemeat
- Purr with tasty tuna, whole prawns and calamari in gravy
- Pedigree Dentastix
- Petz Plus puppy fetch'm ball
- Optimum oral care dry cat food (chicken)
- Optimum oral care dry dog food (chicken, vegetables and rice


Comp is running til Friday 1 April 2011 at 5 pm.


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I didn't receive anything for this review, but Peppa the dog did receive dinners, play dates with the ball and wont have to go to the doggy dentist thanks to her Dentastix.

Feeding the troops for Easter

Yesterday I decided to clean out my bag (well a semi clean out) amongst the usual junk was a half eaten hot cross bun that Immy had placed there, because she wanted to be able to eat it later on. Great, don't you just love that she isn't wasteful?

Then Bakers Delight asked me to try some hot cross buns, a few styles, but as you know, the Gym and I are fast becoming BFF's and I am trying not to resemble The Bunny come Easter morning. So it was decided to leave the taste testing to the troops at my office and on Friday the buns were to be delivered for some serious testing by the professional suit wearing types.

When the buns arrived, I was in a meeting, cos I am important like that (not), from there we headed to have a mini afternoon tea on the free bun stash.

It was gone! Clearly those buns were not too shabby and  got devoured quickly.

Thankfully one lovely lassie bagged up a few for me and I shoved those in my handbag - just like Immy had the day before. I may have eaten one or two on my way home from work.

So, whether you like to jump on the HXB band wagon before Easter or not, these ones are yummo.

If you don't believe me, then give them a try...leave me a comment and five of you will be sent a voucher to grab some for free.

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She's sad, my Girl.

Popps hasn't been settling in.

Not just about kinder, but stuff. She worries and she just seems sad. A lot.

When I got the chance to hang at kinder last week I did. I played play doh and searched for bugs, I read the story to the class at group time and answered the question from little Holly "Where did Popps come from?"

When I left she was so sad again that the teacher asked if she wanted to write Mummy a letter.

It was a diversion to calm her down. One that worked.

But my letter is full of her fears, her desires to spend more time with me, how she misses me.

It breaks my heart.

Not so much just for now, but for her future. She is a worrier my girl and takes the weight of the world on her little shoulders.

I want her to focus on the sunshine and lollypops but sometimes all she sees are thunderstorms and spiders.

Amongst all her frills and fairie dresses, her glitter and her dancing, she cries.

It breaks me.

I was robbed. Robbed I tell you.



Just a handful of the items thrown my way




I am back from the Aus Blogging Conference. It was fantastic, possibly the best conference I have ever attended. They had organised excellent sponsors like all good marketing folk do.

The dinner had a sponsor too, they announced they would be giving prizes to the best dancers of the night.

Due to being robbed I won't be mentioning them.

Let's just say Nikki and I, the stage and the product, we were dancing up a storm. We turned "Man, I feel like a woman" into a "those that won't be named" theme song. Our moves were so good that I wouldn't be surprised if 'Dancing with the Stars' or 'So you think you can Dance' start knocking on the door at anytime.

But no, the people from 'those that wont be named' failed to provide me with a prize, and Nikki only gets a consolation prize being sent to her in the post (though this might be a bloody good prize!)

Truly. I was robbed.

Or, perhaps it is time to hang up my dancing heels and signature moves.


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I am packing up

weheartit (again)

Today I am flat out, school information days, gymnastics classes, C25K exercises, work from home but most importantly, packing.

It is festival conference time in blogland and I have one of the golden tickets to attend.

The organisations with savvy marketing people working in them have cottoned on to the power of blogging and the influence of personal and professional blogs in providing information and advice to a wide and eager audience. These firms are also nudging in to the conference and I am expecting FREEBIES. God, I love a freebie, wave a free cocktail party in my face and I will don the glad rags and get myself there, especially if I don't have to be up for the weet bix brigade in the morning.

I hope to return with lots of ideas and suggestions for my own blog, my marketing clients and for work.

But for now, how many shoes should a girl pack for two nights away?

Full and Frank Disclosure

Like many mothers, I multi task and one of my roles is a three day a week job with a legal professional organisation. It’s a social media role, and it allows me to practise my marketing, tweeting and all things blogging together.
Sometimes in my day job I come across things that I think my loyal blog followers would also be interested in hearing about too.

So I’ve decided to retweet these tweets when I think they are relevant to you.

My followers will see them coming from @LIVPresident and they might include topics such as Prince William asking Kate for a pre nup or fun events such as a Melbourne Comedy Festival debate about young lawyers vs more experienced lawyers.

In our big wide social media world, it’s all about sharing information so don’t be surprised if you get the occasional retweet from the LIV President.

As always, let me know what you think.

It ain't exercise

I have given it my best shot, I have vacuumed until the Dyson really does seem to lose it's suck.

I have patted children to sleep and used the time effectively by doing pelvic floor exercises and sucking in my tummy.

I hang so much washing that I have done the bend and stretch enough times to have the flexibility of a ballerina. The Little Hueys have never really been 'little' always sitting above the 75th percentile on the charts, I have used this as a part of my daily weights program, carrying them around, lifting them in and out of the car, in to high chairs and off trampolines.

Do don't listen to any book, magazine or expert.

Housework does not classify as exercise. If it did I would be waif like.

Unless you are living the life of an 1850's woman living on the gold fields in a tent with no running water.

The gym and I are becoming reacquainted.

Wish me luck.

When things get dull

This long weekend is pretty mundane and things are rolling slowly. Mr H is working every minute of the weekend, the Little Hueys are just doing their thing, everyone else is off visiting, holidaying or doing the family thing.

So here are some images to brighten things up.

makes walking to the shop for milk seem easy.



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