tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51205225721548816832024-02-08T10:23:57.855+11:00Thatwhichismine..♥My life and then some...Mz_Kxxxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04180013193337462306noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5120522572154881683.post-75913049067190763702012-02-04T17:09:00.000+11:002012-02-04T17:09:30.520+11:00NOTD - Something fun for a Saturday!<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Ulta3 nail colour in Party shoes is gorgeous, glamourous and the ultimate Barbie doll pink!. </span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Perfect for an evening with the girls this bright and bold summery pink is fun, flirty and oh so very fabulous!. </span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I have a few colours from the Ulta3 collection and for under $5 a bottle I have most certainly stocked up!.</span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">The only real vice I have with these polishes is that the brush size is very small with can make application a little tricky at times. However the Ulta3 polishes are beautiful, colourful and a definite value for money!.</span> <br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Two coats of Ulta3 nail colour in Party Shoes and one top coat of Australia's nail colour top and base coat.</span> </div>Mz_Kxxxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04180013193337462306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5120522572154881683.post-30539128430259226382012-02-03T14:29:00.001+11:002012-02-03T19:10:52.982+11:00It's Friday, Friday!<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I've always loved Fridays. When I was in school Friday was always my favourite day obviously because it was the last day of the school week. During high school we always had sports every Friday afternoon. While I was never really a big fan of sports, still am not, the variety of sports on offer were always interesting and enjoyable. Ten pin bowling with the girls and volleyball were always the most memorable ones. Also during my school years Fridays were always fun as my girls and I would always organise something fun for Friday night to celebrate the end of the week. During the footy season we would always go to the Friday night games in town. As they say Friday nights a great night for football!. Again not really for the sport but more so for the social side of things.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">As I've got older and left school, Fridays of course always signal the end of the work week. Hubby always finishes work earlys on Friday afternoons and have you noticed that Fridays always seem to be sunny?. Ok maybe that's just me and definitely not today anyway!. Bring back the sunshine please!!. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">P.s Fridays also mean tomorrow is Shopping Saturday!. Wooo</span></div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Have a great weekend Lovelies! xx</span></div>Mz_Kxxxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04180013193337462306noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5120522572154881683.post-35584265304270327162012-02-02T17:36:00.002+11:002012-02-02T17:43:19.096+11:00Hello new year, hello a whole new level of craziness!<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Wow it's certainly been a while. What can I say, I have no real excuse for neglecting this blog. I could use the old "kids, husband(yes, they also do tend to take up some time!), real life getting in the way excuse but hey I'll face it there is always some time for jotting down thoughts. Which is exactly what I should be doing, using said blog as an escape as such. Which I, from now on, will endeavour to do.</span></div><span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">2012 is here and what can I say?. Another year, another 12 months, another,hey 366 days - hello leap year! of the same usual shit(pardon ze French)?. Nope, not this year. This year is a year of change and development for myself and my family. I've just been accepted into uni and while this may be just another ordinary matter for some, not for me. Excited, worried and scared pretty much sums up my feelings of late. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Massively excited yes!. Returning to something which I love, I did a one year uni course in 09 which was very part time and before I had my second child. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Worried that I'm not going to have the resources to cope with it all, namely babysitters, daycare for the kids. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Scared I'm not going to cope with all of it at all. The full time study load on top of all that I'm already faced with on a daily, weekly, monthly, yearly basis could be a little to much. Even as I type this I have kids crawling all over me begging for attention. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">A little scared I made the wrong choice even though Nursing is what I've wanted to do for a few years now. Took me long enough to realise that but that's another story!. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Worried I'm going to collapse one day in a exhausted, worn out heap after its all got to me. Ok, this may be a little far fetched but hey it could happen, here's hoping not!. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I can do this, I will do this - repeat mantra on a daily basis!. I know I can, I believe I can. I wouldn't have applied if I thought I couldn't. I am a woman(hear me roar??), wife, mother so anythings possible.</span></div><span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">And I guess this is what this blog will be for me from now on. An outlet, an escape, something different and enjoyable from my usual everyday chaos so to speak. And even if I do just use it for an outlet of frustration and a small bid for sanity, you wont mind right? right??</span></div><br />
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</div><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We all have our favorite childhood memories. Memories in which we will keep with us forever. Certain sights, smells and sounds can all allow these memories to come flooding back and evoke in us all a overwhelming sense of happiness. <br />
When I am upset and generally feeling down I tend to reflect heavily on these thoughts. I cast my memories to a happier time, a time where I felt free and felt as if i had the whole world at my doorstep. </span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The sight and smell of mandarins always bring back to me happy memories of playing outside at my Granmas house in the summertime, underneath her Mandarin tree surrounded by close family. My Granma, who was Scottish, sadly passed away a couple of months ago and a lot of memories of happier times invo<span style="background-color: white;">lving her</span> have since resurfaced. Being of Scottish heritage the sound of a bagpipe will get me everytime!.</span> </span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Happier times <3 (I'm on the left)</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Another fond memory I have of when I was younger is when my father and I used to take road trips to places. One of my favorite places to travel to was always Sydney. My dad used to drive us around the city and its outer suburbs to explore. Walks along the cliff to Watson's bay were amazing. Having the last name Watson, my Dad used to always tell me that the town was named after us. Being the young, sweet and innocent me I always believed him, he is my dad why wouldn't I?! ;). My father is a spinner of many yarns, but that's another story!. My father is now suffering from illness and cannot walk all that well so these memories of journeys with my dad are particularly precious. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Childhood is suppose to be time of happiness and make believe. Thankfully I was able to experience this :)</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><3 Kylie xx</span></div>Mz_Kxxxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04180013193337462306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5120522572154881683.post-21635886127975616372011-08-07T20:57:00.001+10:002011-08-07T23:47:17.987+10:00A few facts about me :)<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Hey guys, just thought I would share with you all some facts about myself :)</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Well I am 27 years of age. I am a Mum. I have two beautiful boys aged four and one. These two constantly keep me on my toes!. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm married. Have been married for one and a half years and am completely loving married life. My husband and I got together after he added me on Myspace and then met up in a nightclub. We started dating from there. One year later we were engaged and a year after that married!. My husband is truly the only male I have been with who treats me the way I ought to be treated. I had been with some dickheads and had all but given up on love when he showed up. I always say to people stop looking for love, it will come to you when you least expect it. Believe me its true!. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilbASePTWny5tBsencnUjGrfeXBeV6KlOKvd_QrQCXk0M5aWtDQLLNvu6hJaTeOjysA-hhX8OgGyaKK0tL8TM_2mDveQaBrqtnHefjLIq9-bkIlZ0Hy-Q2KaV4LpbMEJKdF_1eIHc8U9Oc/s1600/l_69bf1a41fc1e59e615292cd765c6c757.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilbASePTWny5tBsencnUjGrfeXBeV6KlOKvd_QrQCXk0M5aWtDQLLNvu6hJaTeOjysA-hhX8OgGyaKK0tL8TM_2mDveQaBrqtnHefjLIq9-bkIlZ0Hy-Q2KaV4LpbMEJKdF_1eIHc8U9Oc/s320/l_69bf1a41fc1e59e615292cd765c6c757.jpg" t$="true" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The husband and I <3</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My worst fear is sharks. I cannot go anymore than waist deep in water at the beach and used to be petrified of swimming in a swimming pool by myself when i was a kid. You know the whole a secret trap door will open up and a shark will swim out and chase you? yep I had that fear. Ok lets be honest maybe I still do a little. That's how much these animals scare me and yet I am absolutely fascinated with anything to do with them. T.v shows, documentaries, movies, books, I must read or watch it. I am both fascinated yet horrified with these creatures. I also have a strong phobia with rats and mice. They totally gross me out. If I see any of them I freak out.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Our household consists of my husband and I, our two kids and our little kitten Coco. Coco is a total Princess, well she gets treated like one anyway!. Before we got Coco I didn't like cats at all, even had a fear of them. They still freak me out a little. I think its the whole selective thing, like how they kind of choose who they like whereas dogs just love everyone lol. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1klYSBecgM6gd2E0g77GlgdgP8_VaqwaGpR_aYioKkgl4svDHNazzuOpH_yrW3Fxhj0SoSolB5zhdlvW4UZUphKvK1W2oEObVmK4asm-0897_ewtPgvR6v3pki9SxBQ7tgpWPqEVvV36R/s1600/New+Image.BMP" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1klYSBecgM6gd2E0g77GlgdgP8_VaqwaGpR_aYioKkgl4svDHNazzuOpH_yrW3Fxhj0SoSolB5zhdlvW4UZUphKvK1W2oEObVmK4asm-0897_ewtPgvR6v3pki9SxBQ7tgpWPqEVvV36R/s320/New+Image.BMP" t$="true" width="240" /></a></div><div align="center" style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Princess Coco =)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><br /></span></div><div align="left" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I have a passion for writing. My dream is to write a novel. I have so many ideas in my head it's really just a matter of putting those thoughts into words. T.v shows, movies, books I have all these ideas in my head but never enough time to actually sit down and put pen to paper. Ever since I was a kid I've been full of stories. I used to make up stories and act out the scenes with friends. That passion is still very much there, just wish I had more time to fulfill the passion. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial;">I love to sing. Hubby and kids have to tell me to shut up most of the time ;)</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial;">I love my nights out with friends. With two kids it doesn't happen much anymore but when it does I always have a blast!.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial;">I love shoes. A little two much according to hubby. Shoes and clothes are what makes me still feel like a woman in this male dominant household!.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial;">I love sleep, when I can get it!.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial;">I hate cleaning but love a clean house!.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial;">There is, of course, alot more to me but I really don't want to bore you all anymore. Although there is more posts to come! hehe.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial;"><3 Kylie xx</span></div><br />Mz_Kxxxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04180013193337462306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5120522572154881683.post-51158670178738437422011-06-14T00:15:00.002+10:002011-06-14T00:17:40.244+10:00Rachel Bilson - Style queen<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE1VcrPKtyzdYKt-Pncy_Mxz0Js3xvmOB8ytvdj365jbehpD86m3T6wmch3fq3LF4zTZfV-jjhLHhAtj1_S_5GG0ZE66KOsNaJOVk300Pv7L4FwfEnj1O3rJSLAncWmNtW-APYiuW11zqV/s1600/Rachel-Bilson-ASOS-Magazine-6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE1VcrPKtyzdYKt-Pncy_Mxz0Js3xvmOB8ytvdj365jbehpD86m3T6wmch3fq3LF4zTZfV-jjhLHhAtj1_S_5GG0ZE66KOsNaJOVk300Pv7L4FwfEnj1O3rJSLAncWmNtW-APYiuW11zqV/s320/Rachel-Bilson-ASOS-Magazine-6.jpg" t8="true" width="245" /></a></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em><span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">I've always been in love with Rachel Bilson's style.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Starting from the O.C days where Rachel played the sassy Summer Roberts.</span></em></div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Rachel on the over of California Style magazine</span></em></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">These two dresses are gorge!</span></em></div><div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Times;"></span></em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheBsuCCDm3xo63cRmQsC_3u1VnlMnhfAkewomsuGG023JTiVISRPUlmVKNh9aRr50hA5nvruVJJM0VBLeqlnRgq0q0ElrVXwX4qjJbPtD7z8J0j2glfsFOfbh5txAXqGaoaqSLCpoi9dxB/s1600/Rachel-Bilson-poll_preview.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="308" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheBsuCCDm3xo63cRmQsC_3u1VnlMnhfAkewomsuGG023JTiVISRPUlmVKNh9aRr50hA5nvruVJJM0VBLeqlnRgq0q0ElrVXwX4qjJbPtD7z8J0j2glfsFOfbh5txAXqGaoaqSLCpoi9dxB/s320/Rachel-Bilson-poll_preview.jpg" t8="true" width="320" /></a></div><em><span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span></em><br />
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</div><div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Showing of her womanly curves to perfection - Rachel for GQ magazine</span></em></div><div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Times;">Total girl envy <3</span></em></div><div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Times;">All pics from Google (:</span></em></div>Mz_Kxxxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04180013193337462306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5120522572154881683.post-71459641651114375612011-06-10T01:39:00.001+10:002011-06-10T01:44:20.154+10:00My first blog (:<div align="center"><span style="color: magenta; font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Well here we go, my very first blog!. Scary! and all too exciting at the same time :)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: magenta; font-family: Courier New;">I'm writing this at 1:30 in the morning. I should be in bed, I really, really SHOULD be in bed. But alas I am up at this crazy hour writing this!. Crazy hour, hmmm, now there is something. A mere six years ago this hour to me would not at all be considered crazy! but now, now is much different. I'm a mother now and a wife. God wife and mother, two words which would have scared the absolute crap out of me years ago. Boy how times change. Not that I'm complaining, nope not one bit. I love my life, absolutely love it!. And although there are times where I miss those crazy nights with friends, drinking, dancing and laughing the night away, theres nothing more I love than spending the time now with my boys. At this crazy, YES, crazy hour where I should be sleeping. Because motherhood and wifely duties always call now and I would not change it for the world!.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: magenta; font-family: Courier New;">Kylie xx</span></div>Mz_Kxxxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04180013193337462306noreply@blogger.com0