Pimping Your Ride Missoni Stylie

I could probably almost just have a new baby so I could pimp it out in the new Bugaboo and Missoni collab. I mean this thing is so hot I'd like to ride in it. Could there be a sweeter ride? I seriously doubt it peeps. And as if they needed to further seal the deal, this beautiful Bugaboo comes with a matching Missoni blanket. Got to start 'em young peeps.

Functional. Fashionable. Fo' realz. This is no optical illusion, I'm not playing tricks - this is a match made in fashion heaven.

And available in Australia from July 2011 in selected stores.

I never had a Bugaboo. Boo hoo. Are you a Bugaboo mum?

Do We Stay. Or Do We Go?

A couple of weeks ago I was standing in our minute living room and could smell the unmistakeable stench of dead possum.

Given I am a country girl, I can identify the stench of dead animals at 10 paces. My parents taught me well. I know dead possum when I sniff it. And dead fox. And dead dog poo.

This was that gassy smelly of a dead possum. A common dead possum. In our ceiling.

So I called our real estate agent to report the dead animal and request some back-up. She called back and told me the landlord would come over the next day.

Great. Dead possum be gone.

So the next day the landlord came over. I expected him to sniff around the house. Smell gassy dead possum and remove dead possum.

Instead he said: "I have a possum cage, shall I set it?"

Well, not unless you're Bill Murray from Ghostbusters, I don't think you're going to trap this dead possum. I can't imagine it's hungry for anything.

And me being the pushover went, "Oh, oh, ok, yep." And let him set the trap and leave.

Now let's time warp ourselves to today. The now. The right now. And right now, we've got disgusting, and I am talking deee-skust-ing big. Fat. Blowflies. Flying in from the airvent thingie. Seriously. One day they were just loitering there, at the air-vent thingie, and flying in and out. Filth.

Now fast forward to right this very second, and I've just checked my emails and surprise! I've received an email from my real estate agent, my very favourite pen-pal!

Did I receive their correspondence back in March? No. No. No I did not. Well surprise! We've reached our 1 year anniversary, and to celebrate they're putting our rent up. Who wants to blow out the candles on that one?

Now I'm not Bill Gates. Or Steve Jobs. Or even Brynne Edelstein. So where am I going to pull this extra cash out of? Tell me that real estate agent? Selling blow-flies on the backstreets? Hocking possum skins to NZ fashion designers?

What to do? Cough up? Or look for an alternative abode?

Birthdays

It's both of my boys birthdays this week.

One more sleep until Matt's.

Four more sleeps until the Doctor's.

Sixth birthday party in six sleeps. I haven't even researched the cake PEEPS!

I feel woefully unprepared.

I just have to watch Offspring. Then I can start wrapping (not to be confused with rapping - because some of them try to rhyme but they can't rhyme like this, some of them try to rhyme but they can't rhyme like THIS!).

tote?

i don't consider myself a tote person, but these days i can't help but think they're really cute and perfect. here's a few cute ones that i like:

cynthia vincent



cynthia vincent, again

Our Weekend

I drove up to my Mum and Dad's place on Thursday. Just the smalls and myself.

It's only a four and a half hour drive, but I was so tired. I drank two coffees, one cup of tea, and a medium post-mix Coke. Ordinarily I only have one caffeinated drink a day. But I was so weary.

We celebrated our beloved Grandmother's life. We cried. We laughed. We caught up with relatives that we had not seen in too long.

I hated leaving today. I would have liked to have stayed up there longer, but life continues. I always find that such a hard thing to deal with when grieving. Why is everyone oblivious to the waves of grief? You know that feeling? You just want a stand-still, out of respect.

And the drive home was long. The Doctor kept talking for most of it. Tiny screamed for part of it.

I am quietly exhausted. I think I have car-lag. Curled up on the couch thinking about my family. Glad to have had that time to remember some beautiful memories and remember and rejoice in a wonderful and inspiring life.

More Than A Little Psychic

Probably around a year ago, I opened the forum to questions. This was when anyone could comment with a question, and I'd answer it. Big, small - all! I answered all of them. But this time. Things are different.

Well this time, I'm feeling psychic. I'm feeling a bit Athena StarWoman.

I've been over on Facebook doing tailored readings to anyone who's been interested. And basically that's everyone, because let's face it, I'm pretty bloody psychic and in tune with the stars, the moon, glitter, and the gridlines.

So if you'd like a special PottyMouthMama reading, please let me know your star sign, your favourite colour and the name of your first pet, and I'll customise a special PMM psychic reading for you.

Ready? Set. Go!

While I'm waiting for my psychic powers to tune into your frequency, we've been getting ready for birthday season.

Matt's and the Doctor's this week. My Dad's the following week. Then my sisters. And then mine. Nothing beats birthday season.

Nick Von K's black pearl snake head pieces

Photo: Daniel Max

Auckland jeweller Nick Von K has created something special with these black pearl, 18 carat white gold snakehead pieces. The bespoke, one-offs feature very rare, perfectly round black pearls sourced from a friend of photographer Daniel Max. "Willy" is the son of a Tahitian pearl farmer and had the pearls in his possession for many years before allowing Nick to use them for these unique, gorgeous pieces. For the larger piece, Nick came up with the idea of the snake swallowing the pearl, Willy loved it and Von K took the pearl to Bali where his best carver spent three days carving the snake head to fit perfectly whilst Von K sat with him to discuss the design. Von K has a valuation certificate valuing the piece at NZ $11,000. Anyone genuinely interested in the pieces can contact Nick directly: nick@nickvonk.com