Amy in Real Life

A Pixie Hollow Party

2012-02-12T04:35:00.000-08:00

Well, it was my little Susanna's 4th birthday and she chose a Tinkerbell/Disney Fairies theme. This was an incredibly easy party to create thanks to the new Disney movies based around Tinkerbell and her beginnings in 'Pixie Hollow' - a wondrous place where all the fairies and pixies prepare for Spring on the mainland (aah, you have to watch it to understand!).

So, first of all here is my little Tinkerbell. Isn't she cute?!


1. Here is the party table

A close up

2. Choc-Mint 'Flower Pots'

3. Sugar! White choc covered Oreo's with sugar butterflies

4. Pixie Bubbles to take home

5. The 'Birthday Cake'

6. Butterfly Cakes

7. Flower cakes

1. The table
Although I didn't do it justice, (because I couldn't find my cream damask table cloth!) I highly recommend the tutu skirt for the table. It is so easy, and so effective. I loved it and like I said before, it would have looked much better with a cream tablecloth, not the pattern one that was half covered up! Click here for a tutorial on making a no-sew tutu dress. I tried to make the table look as 'Pixie Hollow' as possible. The garland string of roses were purchased from Spotlight for $15 each.

2. Choc-Mint Flower Pots
To recreate a garden look, I made up a pack of instant chocolate pudding, added some peppermint essence to it and when they were set, coloured some coconut, green with food dye (for the grass) then added lavender and mint to make it look like a flower pot/plant. The inspirations for these came from here.

3. Choc covered Oreo's
My inspiration for these came from here. However, the pop sticks I purchased were too thick for the cookies, so I improvised!

4. I purchased a pack of little bubble bottles and printed labels. Bubbles are a hit with most kids!

5. I really lucked out with spotting the gorgeous Disney Fairies Cupcake Stand at spotlight for $12.99. I was considering all sorts of cakes, but I decided using the stand would emphasise the theme and make it easier on me!

6. Butterfly Cakes
These were made using a cut portion of musk stick and sugar hearts (purchased from Cake Decorating Central), then drew on the antlers with a ready made icing tube.

7. Flower Cakes
Icing piped with a zip lock bag! Decorated with sugar roses and tiny little sugar butterflies - all available from your local Woolworths!

All printables designed by me.

If you have any questions, leave me a comment! Thanks xxx

The Value of Human Life

2012-01-08T05:06:00.000-08:00

As a Christian, I am horrified to admit the jury is still out for me when it comes to abortion.

Perhaps I should consider why people abort, and maybe then I can come to some conclusion on a case by case basis? As much as I want it to be, everything is not black and white. Let me explain.

I can say that I value human life, but you can bet your bottom dollar if I walked in on someone molesting my child and a loaded gun was handy consider that humans life gone! Or, maybe if somehow I was transported back in time to Germany 1928 and I had a clear shot at Hitler. Imagine...the murder of that one man could save the suffering and misery, not to mention the lives of millions of people. How many Einstein's perished in the Holocaust? How many Leonard Bernstein's or Itzhtak Perlmans? Or, how many Sigmund Freud's? I also do wonder how many great lives never got a chance to shine outside of their mothers womb? How is it possible that I can say this and at the same time wish Hitler never took a breath outside his mothers womb?

If I put on the mind of Christ I see value and hope in every life. Even Hitler. I know there is a verse in the bible that says God looks beyond what is and sees what can be. But can I?

During my life, growing up I saw first hand the suffering of so many children who in my heart of hearts I wished had not been born due to the intolerable neglect and abuse they sustained in their tiny lives at the hands of their 'parents'. What hope is there for those children who have experienced such despicable conditions? What becomes of their lives and the lives of their offspring? Sadly the stats tell us more often than not if they are kept in this environment they are destined to inflict the same kind of treatment onto the next generation and so on. I want to cry. I don't understand any of this. I don't understand why some are saved from this, while other little ones endure such atrocities.

I value those little lives - the ones that are being neglected and abused. But the person that bought them into the world doesn't. Where is the value of human life there?

The reality is, I am not the judge. I am not the jury. I cannot say what is right for one person, and wrong for another. I cannot say one persons life has more value than another.

I do not like abortion, but it happens. It makes me sad. I hold no condemnation for someone whose had an abortion or for someone who is considering an abortion. And, for the record....either does God.

A Puppy Party!

2011-12-11T09:11:00.000-08:00

Emmie (RHS) with her little sister Susie

Well, my beautiful daughter Emmie who epitomises all things girly, requested a puppy themed party for her 6th birthday.

It took me a while to come up with a good puppy theme, as I felt the pink-poodle theme has been done to death, and I wanted to offer my daughter something very special and unique just for her. She was thrilled (as was I!) with the outcome...

The Sweet Table, in all its glory!

'Dog Biscuits' also known as gingerbread!

All about the party...

We played 'Pin the tail on the Puppy', 'Cat, cat, dog' and 'Pass the Parcel'

We made puppy craft - puppy heads on wooden spoons and made our own puppy bookmarks.

We ate 'Dagwood Dogs/Pluto Pups', 'Hot Dogs', party pies and sausage rolls, cookies, cake and strawberries

The Dessert Table (designed by me!)

I had a lot of fun doing the dessert table. I really wanted to emphasise the personalised puppy theme, so I purchased small tins of Pringles chips and covered them with the party theme printables that I designed. I also made printables for the little chocolate bars, drinks, and other labels for the party table. I must admit this was very time consuming, but I was extremely happy with the outcome!

The majority of candy was purchased from 'The Professors Tasty Technology' who are a fabulous bulk candy supplier in Seven Hills.

All party guests were given a pretty white box to fill with candy on their way out!

How to do....A Star Wars Party

2011-08-03T17:27:00.000-07:00

My son requested a Star Wars themed sleep-over party for his 9th birthday. He was told it wasn't going to be a big party, because he was given a 3DS for his birthday which is a VERY expensive little piece of technology. He was allowed to invite 5 school friends and thankfully only 3 were able to come. So, all up including his 2 sisters were 6 children.

I thoroughly enjoy planning a party but this one had me off guard. For the last 4 years it has been Dr Who all the way, and can I just say...I am the master of the Dr Who party - I will write more on this later as there seems to be little if any tips on Dr Who themed parties on the net.

Anyhow...after much thinking and watching Star Wars this is what I was able to come up with. Please note (if you are not in the US) Star Wars party stuff is incredibly hard to come across. I was soooo lucky to have stumbled across a massive party store that had most themes, including Star Wars.

The Party Table


Popcorn boxes with bones and skulls became 'the remains of Jabbas victims'!

Lollypops from Party Shop. Gumball dispensers from Woolworths.

Darth Vaders lightsabers made with red liquorice straps dipped in chocolate and painted with edible gold paint

choc-mint cupcake

Gold coins became Hans Solo's treasure

Blue gum balls became Storm Trooper Bullets

Helpful links in making your Star Wars party great...

Discount Party Warehouse (I'm not sure if this is the one I went to, because I didn't find them to be so 'discounty' on any Star Wars stuff.
Star Wars font 1
Star Wars font 2
If you would like any templates for any printed material you see above, please email me at amyinreallife@hotmail.com.au.

For Phyllis...

2011-07-05T04:08:00.000-07:00

http://weheartit.com/entry/2266173

There is hymn I love that I don't recall hearing as a child - you are probably wondering why this is unusual?...well, my earliest introduction into 'church' was a small brethren church, then we moved to a Baptist church, and then we moved to a large Pentecostal church and in addition to all of this I was educated in a musically centred Baptist school. So hymns were part of my upbringing which I am ever thankful for, especially considering a large chunk of my church life has been spent within the walls of the Pentecostal church where hymns are rarely sung. The fact is, I love what is known as the traditional hymn. I love the music, I love the words....the whole package in my opinion is a truly beautiful expression of worship, which more than often exclusively focuses on Gods might, His power and His love.

Anyway, getting back to the topic...a few years back I first heard a beautiful hymn called 'There is a fountain' (covered by Selah) and the words are so beautiful...they ooze of such an authentic God encounter. So, last week I decided to look up who wrote this beautiful hymn. As it turns out, the author is none other than William Cowper. Cowper is not known in history as a great orator, preacher or a revivalist - in fact, you've probably never heard of him! To me, I simply knew him as a contributor to John Newtons 'Olney Hymns' and the author of John Giplin. As it turns out, after reading on wikipedia there is a lot more to Cowper than I realised. He was crippled for most of his life with mental illness, disappointment and botched suicide attempts. I bet my bottom dollar he died thinking he lived a quiet, inconsequential life. However, the truth is his hymns are sung all around the world and have made a great impact on peoples lives. Cowper probably never imagined in his wildest dreams that his struggles; his walk with God (in a nutshell: just life) would have such an everlasting effect on generations to come.

My point is that so many of us go about our days, to our jobs, to school or attending to our children and think that our actions are of no consequence, when the truth is that our struggles, our questions, our faith, our walk with God does indeed echo deep into the future and our footsteps after we die will be there for generations, evident for all to see.

You are important. The smallest of actions you take have life changing outcomes that you will never have the pleasure of knowing until eternity. Do you sponsor a child? Do you pick up a neighbours child so they can go to Sunday school? Have you smiled at someone? Have you spoken words hope into someone? Written a letter? Helped with the shopping? All of these things, while they may not seem life changing to you, nor make you feel you have such a 'grand' calling...they are all life changing for that person. That support, that restored faith, that encouragement, that meal, that car trip, that smile, that prayer...

To listen to William Cowpers beautiful hymn, click here

Lost in translation

2011-03-30T16:52:00.000-07:00

Image from weheartit.com

Here is something interesting I realised this morning...my PC desktop was so over populated with files and folders I could no longer see my desktop theme.

I haven't been myself lately. Earlier this year I was disappointed, really disappointed. A chain of events left me with the revelation that someone I had held up (very high) was human and flawed. I know this seems simple and almost ridiculous, but this disappointment came from someone I had idolised since I was a kid. In fact, as I grew older I thought she could do no wrong and was the ultimate example of what I wanted to be...kind, gracious and wise.

The realisation that something isn't what you thought it was can be hard to accept (extreme case in point the earth is not flat!). This new knowledge causes us to grow, and sometimes growth causes pain. The departure of something you held as truth can be an anxious separation. And, as it turns out, I foolishly went through this growth pain kicking and screaming and it spilled ugly into other relationships and area's in my life.

I realised this morning my desktop looked a lot like my life at the moment. Ugly, disordered and so busy with un-filed documents that I can't even see the theme in the background.

So, as I tidied it I got myself tidied up too. With the clearing, look what I can see again...

The Curious Case of Suri Cruise and the Penis Candy

2011-03-17T03:17:00.000-07:00

Image from The Dirt

Oh dear, here's a doozy...I heard on the radio tonight that 5 year old Suri Cruise was snapped leaving an NYC restaurant chomping on penis shaped gummi candy.

Previously I have avoided the temptation to blog on the subject of Suri Cruise - you know, like on the rumours that Tom and Katie gave Suri her own credit card or the one about her personal spending allowance of US$15K a month?..the clothes? the high heels? the dummy?....No, but this one has me going!

I'm positive (maybe hoping) Katie didn't buy the lollies for Suri. Perhaps they were handed out at dinner? Girls night out? Whatever. This is why you don't drag your 5 year old children out to dinner until midnight - they will cause you grave embarrassment!

BEAUTIFUL blogs...

2011-03-12T03:01:00.000-08:00

Image from designspongeonline.com

There are times in life that I feel I have died and gone to bloggers heaven.

Today I came across 2 amazing, beautiful, divine and delicious blogs. There aren't enough superlatives in the world to describe their beauty. I'm in love. And, I'm going to share the love with you.

1. Design*Sponge

2. My Sweet and Saucy

Enjoy xxx

A Friday night funny - The Presidents Speech

2011-03-03T21:21:00.000-08:00

The ~~Kings~~ Presidents Speech - God only knows he needed it. Too late now!

Unite the invite - do you know this person?

2011-03-02T15:10:00.000-08:00

Hi all. I am participating in a race to win tickets to the very beautiful United Kingdom. If I am able to find this man I can win a ticket to the UK!

So....do you know this person? Can you get them to contact me?...or, can you give me their name so I can make them my friend on Facebook? Yes, I may be mad but I would so desperately love a visit to my home away from home!

A Friday night funny (belated!)

2011-02-25T19:20:00.000-08:00

Cows with Guns

This very amusing little clip comes via mamamia. Enjoy.

The Christian Charter

2011-02-22T16:22:00.000-08:00

I can't deny it. I love church history, but at the moment I am struggling with church. To be more specific, churches that have turned into businesses. I am unable to reconcile my faith with church that is run like a marketplace. Enough already...what I really wanted to talk about here was how I want to live. What I want to be known for.

I want to be know by my actions. Francis of Assisi once said "The deeds you do may be the only sermon some persons will hear today." He also famously said "Preach the Gospel at all times and when necessary use words."

I made the 'wordle' above to define what I actually stand for and how I want to live. I don't proclaim to be perfect and sin free, but God, please help me to be all these things that you are.

Survivor of the week - CATHERINE OF ARAGON

2011-02-22T04:02:00.000-08:00

Dear Catherine of Aragon,

When life doesn't go the way I planned, or things seem miserably unfair, I often think of you and marvel at your courage and strength. In fact, I have often wondered why the Catholic Church hasn't sainted you, because clearly if anyone is deserving of such a title it has to be you.

Born into the most powerful European Monarchy at the time, extremely well educated, fluent in many languages and armed with a number of perfected domestic skills - you were the medieval equivalent of home coming queen.

But, poor Catherine. Betrothed to an English prince. Married and widowed within 4 months. A pawn between 2 bickering Kings. Spending many years in limbo neither here nor there, and loosing your mother in between...thus loosing your value as a good export. Finally your prince in shining armour swept you up and finally you were married (again).

Oh dear Catherine, things were looking up for you but not for long. If only you had produced a healthy male heir rather than giving birth to a living baby girl.

Your courage and strength is beyond measure. I know for sure I would have fallen like a pack of cards at the roar of a King's demand for divorce. Yet, your conscience...your beliefs kept you strong. I pray that when it comes to the crunch I will have as much faithfulness and determination as you.

You are a survivor beyond doubt. You married the King and you died as his legal wife despite every pressure put on you to renounce this claim. You may have lost everything; your earthly comforts, your friends, your ladies, your wealth, your health, but you kept your dignity and when all is said and done...you won.

Perfect Massaman Curry - the best recipe

2011-02-16T19:58:00.000-08:00

Photography by Louise Lister

I've recently joined a foodie group (even though I hate the word foodie). We meet once a month and take turns hosting it. Everyone cooks and brings a dish or two from the designated cuisine we are exploring that month.

Last Saturday night was once again an amazing experience hosted by my newly acquainted, lovely friend Denise. The theme was Thai and Denise is an absolute expert in Thai cuisine having travelled there and also trained in the art of Thai cooking. Naturally, the dishes Denise cooked were absolutely DIVINE. The rest of us cooked well, but Denise supplied the star dishes of the evening. Anyhow, I digress.

What I wanted to share was the recipe I used for Massaman Curry. I usually just use a paste and add coconut milk, but this time I decided to go the extra mile and the results were perfect. I highly recommend this recipe. Have a go. It is beautiful: Perfect Beef Massaman Curry at taste.com.au

And, if you're feeling in an authentic mood can I suggest you cook some coconut rice to accompany your Massaman. This is a really good recipe too. Yum!

PS...I hate peanuts so I left them out of the curry.

A Friday night funny

2011-02-11T00:11:00.000-08:00

So, my husband came home this evening and said go to Google's page and type 'is' then a space and look at what comes up. Go on and try it...

So I wanted to know who the hell Kev Jumba was, and if indeed he liked wrestling heterosexual bears. As it turns I got lost with the bears but found this funny video instead. Take a look.

Love is a many splendid thing...

2011-02-10T02:31:00.000-08:00

image by weheartit.com

I'm not totally enthralled by valentines day. In fact, I hate it. I resent the fact that it is boxed into romantic love. I love, love, but wish the occasion was used to celebrate all kinds of love.

We all have many different loves. There is of course Eros Love - the intimate kind of love that results in sensual, passionate love. Too bad if come Valentines Day you are not engaged in this kind of love. Please look the other way while paired up people fill the restaurants and movie theatres on February 14th with their eyes and mouths locked on each other. What about agape, philia or storge types of love? Are these not worth celebrating too?

I love how in the movie Love Actually they showcase a little of these types of love. Think about Laura Linney's character; Sarah who defers her own wants and needs for the sake of her sick brother. That is sacrificial and great love. That is the kind of love I want celebrate. Then how about friendship love? Think Billy Mac & Joe. The kind of friendship that sticks with you and sees you through thick and thin...celebrates your triumphs and holds you close through heartbreaks and failures?

There are so many more examples of love other than eros I could give...such as the love and affection a parent feels for their child, or the close bond that goes beyond friendship between siblings.

What about the love for something that isn't flesh or blood? A moment in time? A place? A song?

There is a place for me that I am bound to with much love and affection. It is somewhere that holds amazing memories. Breathtaking scenery, dear friendships, special moments, growth and understanding, even the welcome of a new addition to our family. Physically speaking I can return there, but emotionally speaking I will never be able to return to that place with those moments. That love....that is held in my heart forever. Even though it hurt to leave and say goodbye I would live that love again over and over and over! Now that is true love!

So, what love are you celebrating this Valentines Day?

The Bystander Effect

2011-02-09T00:17:00.000-08:00

So, what do you know about the Bystander Effect? I know nothing, or shall I say knew nothing until I looked it up after viewing this clip a friend of mine forwarded:

I have been guilty many times of being a bystander....but, a child that is crying out for help yelling 'you're not my dad' would certainly get my attention! I know I couldn't take the perp on physically, but bet your bottom dollar I would get help!

Ok, so here's another one:

I am so guilty of this kind of thing...especially in London where God knows there are all types. Fear of being spat on, kicked or hit are the top 3 things going through my mind when I catch the tube let alone being presented with this situation! But really....I have to ask myself (let me add, after weighing up the possible real dangers) how do these things pale with the reality of actually helping someone? It would have cost zero to stop and check if the people (in the clip) slumped on the steps of Liverpool Street Station were ok. Are we really that busy, that self involved and cellular that in the light of day with no real apparent danger we cannot stop and check if a fellow human being is ok?

After seeing these videos, it has become my fervent prayer to stop being a bystander and to become a helper of people. Physically speaking, we are all we've got. We've gotta learn to love and help one another. Speaking of which, the words of Jackie DeShannon could never be more true...

Look at your fellow man, lend him a helping hand. Put a little love in your heart, and the world will be a better place. Amen to that!

The Mummy Toy

2011-02-01T15:00:00.000-08:00

Image from weheartit.com

So, to be sure I am not talking about movie merchandise, but rather an interesting topic of conversation that has been going down at mamamia recently about playing with your kids. You can read Mia's article here.

Ewww, the vitriol that is going down after that article is monumental! There are parents who declare their undying commitment to playing with their kids, while others in humility offer they don't like doing it just like the washing or ironing, but see it as chore - something that has to be done. Then there are people like me.

I am not my child's play thing or play mate. To be clear I spend a lot of time with my kids. A LOT of time...quantity time. Life time. Chatting, cooking, colouring in together, reading and watching DVD's together. Together as a family we go on picnics, go to the park, ride bikes and all that other stuff kids like to do.

I am the teacher and instructor of my children (not their peer) and while I may get a lot of criticism I would also like to say it is not my job to make my child happy. And before the ranting starts, please just sit for a moment and think about what answer a child would give if you were to ask them what would make them happy. Ice cream? Willy Wonka's chocolate factory? Unless they are deprived of your company and attention, I can guarantee playing with you is not going to be on their list!

I guess I'm just bored and tired of the army that rises when someone is honest enough to say they don't like doing a certain part of motherhood. I am positive the reality is we all don't love doing it 100% of the time. It would be helpful for new mothers if seasoned mothers didn't make out that motherhood is a walk in the park.

It is my opinion that children need to learn to play with other children and they also need to learn to amuse themselves. That's not to say when I'm sitting at my computer or reading a book and my children involve me in a game of pretend restaurants I don't get involved and gladly sip up my pretend cup of tea they have just served me. It just means when I am busy doing the housework or paying bills I don't sit on the floor and play Barbies with my five year old, or play the companion of Dr Who!

I am really sad for the generation that is being raised to expect adults will drop everything and do what they request. I feel equally sorry for their future teachers and employers!

A Dr Seuss Birthday Party for Suess-anna!

2011-01-30T04:19:00.000-08:00

Our family is a little obsessed with all things Seuss, so it was only natural that one day we would end up having a Seuss themed party. Here are some pics...

Gorgeous straws from Mon Tresor

Choo-choo bars, Caramel Buttons, Smarties, Candy Stars & Popcorn

Petite pillow rock, Gobstoppers, Gum Balls, Sour Bears & Bananas

The party in action

The menu was all things Seuss too!...

Thing 1 & Thing 2 cupcakes (The Cat in the Hat)
Horton sitting on an egg cupcakes (Horton hatches an Egg)
Popcorn & mini hot dogs (If I ran the Circus)
Schlopp (ice cream!) with a cherry on top (Oh the things you can think!)
And....of course the lollies!

Thing 1 playing pin the eggs on the ham!

We played pin the eggs on the ham (Green Eggs & Ham)

We played an egg hunt (Scrambled Eggs Super)

The birthday cake

& finally the birthday girl, Susanna (aka Cindy Lou Who!)

Everyone had fun and the party was finished off by a self-serve style fill your own party bag from the lolly buffet!

Let your heart be light

2010-11-28T02:31:00.000-08:00

For the last few years Christmas has been bitter-sweet. Let me explain...we have been living overseas and we have enjoyed it - all of it except Christmas time. Christmas is a time to be with family and being away from your loved ones during Christmas is almost unbearable.

I love Christmas time. I relish putting up the tree, decorating the house, making Christmas goodies in the kitchen and mulling over what to serve on Christmas day. Other than my sister, the only other person who takes on Christmas with full speed was my mother in law, Pam. Living back in Sydney we would start at the end of October talking about what needed to be done in preparation, stocking up on Christmas staples and making our lists.

I have so many fond memories of organising Christmas with Pam. My favourite memories would probably be Pudding Duty - as we called it...taking turns watching the puddings cook on the stove ensuring they didn't dry out during the six hours it took to cook them. We had fun staying awake, playing cards, eating fruit mince pies and having a good yarn.

Christmas shopping was a marathon that needed to be paced to ensure longevity. It was not unusual to spend a good half day in one shop. Then there was the time we went shopping after her radiology appointment and got thrown out the shop after I dropped something. Needless to say you had to be there, but it provided both of us with a much needed laugh and giggle.

Pam knew how Christmas was supposed to be and so did I. She knew it was a time of giving and sharing your home up to people who didn't have family.

Over the last few years we would chat a lot on the phone at Christmas. She was sad that we weren't there with them, and we were sad too. I told her when I played 'Have yourself a merry little Chirstmas' that I was reminded that 'some day soon we all will be together'.

Unfortunately the fates didn't allow, and even though we returned this year to Australia to be with her, she is no longer with us. I miss her terribly, and so much more at Christmas time.

I don't expect I've conveyed in these short paragraphs exactly what Christmas with Pam was like for me, but I would like to say if you have loved ones close to you this Christmas LOVE them. Cherish each moment, silly or serious....and have yourself a merry little Christmas. xxx.

Survivor of the week - COMING SOON

2010-09-13T14:45:00.000-07:00

Catherine of Aragon

Survivor of the week - LADY MARGARET BEAUFORT

2010-09-01T19:28:00.000-07:00

My survivor #2, Margaret Beaufort, began life as the product of a marriage between 2 medieval power broker families. Her father died at the age of 2, and she was raised by her mother until her powerful uncle (the Duke of Suffolk) removed her and made her his ward, betrothing her to his own son and heir. For reasons I'm not exactly sure about, the Duke was executed later that year. From there, her other uncle, King Henry VI decided to betroth her to his half brother, Edmund Tudor who was more than twice her age (Edmond's mother was daughter of Charles VI of France). All this by the age of 9. At age 12 she was finally married to Edmund. Almost a year later Edmund died leaving Margaret as a 7-month pregnant, 13 year old widow. ARE YOU STILL WITH ME?

As a side note, Margaret's life falls between the history pages of 'The War of the Roses' which was an ongoing saga between two rival families - the house of Lancaster and the house of York for the throne of England.

After the death of her husband, Edmund, Margaret moved to Pembroke Castle where she gave birth to a son, Henry VII. After her uncle, King Henry VI was deposed from the throne, and replaced with the Yorkist, Edward IV, Margaret sent her son into exile for safe keeping.

To cut an incredibly long story short, over the next 14 years Margaret Beaufort did just about anything to stay alive. Ultimately, it was a plan she covertly hatched with the Dowager Queen Elizabeth Woodville (widow of Edward IV and mother to the historically famous 'The princes in the Tower') to overthrow Woodvilles brother-in-law Richard III and replace him with a King and Queen who would finally join the House of Lancaster with York and restore peace and stability to England. That is, a marriage between Margaret's son, Henry VII and Elizabeth's eldest daughter, Elizabeth (yes, confusing I know!). By the way, did you know this is how the Tudor Rose came into being?...it was a union of the red Lancaster Rose with the white York Rose.

What amazes me about this women is, she was in fact the person with the greater claim to England's throne - not by marriage, but in her own right. Yet, she made it her life's ambition to secure the throne for her son. The words from the Air Force trainer describing mothers as survivors ring loud and true here:

They understand sacrifice. They’re driven by a purpose greater than themselves. They’re problem solvers and multitaskers. They’re accustomed to delaying gratification. In short, they’re very effective survivors.

Margaret outlived her son, just shy of 2 months. Was this her enduring legacy? A mother who never relinqueshed the responsibility of care and protection for her son, to the extent of outliving him? Margaret was 66 years old when she died, and her son was aged 52 at the time of his death. History records her as the mother in law from hell so perhaps this is indeed our answer. Whatever the case, she still remains in my heart as a survivor to rival any other.

I hope you've enjoyed this post. There is so much information I could have included, but where do you stop?! If you have any questions, let me know. xxx

Survivor of the week - JOCHABED

2010-08-25T19:57:00.000-07:00

'Moses in his mothers arms' by Simeon Solomon (1840-1905)

In all honesty I do not know much about Jochabed. The very little I do know speaks straight to the heart of an incredibly brave and courageous woman who pushed all boundaries to save her son.

Jochabed was a Hebrew slave in Egypt. Later named Moses, Jochabed's son was born at a time of Hebrew male-baby genocide. As most know the story well, (or have at least watched 'The Prince of Egypt') Jochabed decides to keep Moses from being slaughtered and hides him for 3 months. Keeping an infant fed and well looked after while shielding him from Pharaoh's men would have been no easy feat. As a slave, she would have been required to work. Maybe she was able to stay home and look after her son by proclaiming he was indeed a girl? Perhaps she employed the help of another Hebrew woman or maybe her daughter Miriam was given the task to care for the child while she worked? Whatever the reason, it is infinitely clear Jochabed risked much for her son.

After she could no longer conceal him, she placed her tiny baby son into a papyrus basket (coated in tar and pitch) and placed the basket on the Nile. There is no way she could have predicted the outcome, but in faith and a belief that her son was destined for good things she placed her baby in that sealed basket, as opposed to throwing him into the Nile to drown (which is what she was actually required to do by law).

What did she achieve? Well, by mothering standards a lot. As a result of her boldness, her son Moses was saved and drawn from the Nile by Pharaoh's own daughter. To read more about Jochabed's story go to Exodus chapter 2 in the Bible. Jochabed was able to nurse and care for her son without fear - in fact, by direct order of Pharaoh's own daughter. You could almost say Jochabed had the last laugh - as Pharaoh worked hard to eradicate the male newborn population of Israel, his daughter was paying a Hebrew woman to bring up her own son!

When Moses grew older, Jochabed had to return him to the palace. I can't imagine the heartbreak she experienced handing her son over to a woman who didn't share her ideals or way of life. This for me, is what makes Jochabed an amazing woman - she was driven by a purpose greater than herself.

There are a few things I've often wondered about Jochabed; after handing Moses back to Pharaoh's daughter, did she ever get to hold him again? Did she live long enough to see Moses become the leader of Israel? And, was she ever able to grasp the importance of her role in the destiny of Israel?

Without a doubt, Jochabed is a survivor and one brave mama!

I'm a survivor

2010-08-25T19:24:00.000-07:00

Something I've long believed was confirmed in an article I recently read: Women are better survivors that men.

The following excerpt is from the article by Ben Sherwood, author of 'The Survivors Club'

Indeed, women are much better survivors than men. I discovered this surprising fact in the woods of Washington State, where the United States Air Force trains its people in the art of survival, evasion, resistance and escape (shorthand: SERE). When I asked a hard-nosed instructor if he can tell immediately who’s got the survival instinct and who doesn't.

After putting countless men and women through very uncomfortable survival training – translation: wet, cold, exhausting and hungry – it turns out that women rule, especially moms. In this instructor’s experience, women who have gone through childbirth frequently fare better than the most strapping aviators. Under extreme pressure and deprivation, he says, the brawniest men can crumble like blue cheese while moms hang tough.

Obviously, your chances of survival depend on specific circumstances (and men definitely possess certain physical advantages), but the Air Force instructor wanted to make a point: Moms are impressively unflinching in the face of adversity. After all, he explains, moms have handled real pain. They understand sacrifice. They’re driven by a purpose greater than themselves. They’re problem solvers and multitaskers. They’re accustomed to delaying gratification. In short, they’re very effective survivors.

I love being a woman and would never want to trade places with a man.

Over the next few weeks I've decided to dedicate some posts to my favourite survivors.

Drum roll please.....here is the list:

1. Jochabed - mother of moses from the bible who risked everything to save the life of her son.

2. Lady Margaret Beaufort - matriarch of the Tudor Dynasty. An amazing survivor who risked everything for the safety and future throne of her son.

3. Catherine of Aragon - Henry VIII's first wife who would not give up her position as Henry's one and true wife.

4. Elizabeth I - born a princess, declared illegitimate at 3 years old at the time of her mothers execution. After dodging many bullets finally made it to the throne and reigned for 45 years, 4 years shy of her father, brother and sister combined.

5. Susanna Wesley - mother of John & Charles Wesley & 17 other children. She is often referred to as the mother of Methodism. There is so much about this woman I love.

6. Nigella Lawson - goddess of the kitchen, so much to say about her life!

7. Britney Spears - albeit not a popular choice. But a survivor, nevertheless!

Interestingly, all of the above are women and all (with the exception of Elizabeth I) are mothers.

I hope you tune in!

Amy xxx

My post-it-note

2010-05-25T03:25:00.000-07:00

One Amazing Woman - Anuradha Koirala

2010-05-01T13:08:00.000-07:00

I love women, and I am proud to be one. We are movers and shakers. And, Anuradha Koirala is no exception. Who is Anuradha Koirala I hear you may ask.

Well, this very amazing woman is the founder of Maiti Nepal a sanctuary/rehabilitation for survivors of the sex trade. The function of Maiti Nepal is also to rescue girls who have been sold, and to bring to justice the traders. As you can imagine this is risky business, but this tiny powerhouse of a woman has been crusading now for 17 years, rescuing girls crossing the Nepalese border into India. Twice the main office of Maiti Nepal has been destroyed, and workers need to be escorted by security guards when in India on rescue missions.

You can read more on Maiti Nepal here. For now, I have posted a quick clip on Anuradha Koirala, who has been nominated as a CNN Hero.

I am thankful for women like Anuradha Koirala, who are making a massive difference in the lives of broken women. She certainly gets my vote.

To the heart of food...

2010-04-26T03:55:00.001-07:00

A couple of weeks ago I was involved in a discussion on Real Life Radio about childhood obesity. DO NOT SWITCH OFF...I realise most are tired of constantly reading and hearing those two words together. But, the conversation took a turn and we got talking about food choices, food and family, food and the environment. This is the stuff I am absolutely passionate about. Which ever way you look at it, food frames the world we live in. Food reveals so much about culture and climate. If you want to feel the pulse of a nation, pop down to the local supermarket and there you'll find the answer. A quick look up and down the aisles and you'll discover how the country is doing in terms of body health and economy health.

I come from Australia, and unless anything has changed, as far as I know all our fresh meat and poultry is sourced within Australia, all vegies too (with few very irritating exceptions such as fresh garlic from China).

It is an anomaly to come across a fresh food item that is not made in Australia. So, when we arrived in the UK and I ventured into my first Tesco I was shocked to find my trolley full of fresh produce from Kenya, Israel, Spain, Italy, The Netherlands, The Caribbean, Chile, Germany, Denmark and New Zealand (to name only a few!), which is why it will come as no surprise to you where possible I shop for my fresh food at the local green grocer and butcher. My grocer and butcher only source produce from within a 100 mile radius of where we live, which is great news because I want to support my local farmers and the country's economy. British farmers are a dying breed thanks to the demand for cheap food.

Foreign countries are able to produce an inferior product at much lower prices by taking shortcuts on labor and animal welfare. For some reason we don't care....we just want the cheapest and quickest despite the fact that the corn we eat is picked by a 7 year old earning pennies for her hard labor, or the fact the meat that lands on our tables comes from farms that have no care or respect for animal welfare. Food is expensive and whether you agree or not, good food should be a priority in your budget. Local produce is good for you, better for the environment and fabulous for the local economy - that's your kids future I'm talking about.

What do you know about the food you eat? Where was it grown? What do you know about the animal welfare standards of the meat and poultry you eat? Has the food you eat racked up more frequent flyer miles than you? Let's hope not!

Mother Nature

2010-04-25T14:52:00.000-07:00

Sunshine, pink peonies, soft white bunnies and baby chicks. A true Hallmark mother and daughter moment. What? You don’t skip hand in hand along the grassy knoll with your mother? That’s odd, you must be different. Ok, so neither do I, but I am grateful to have a solid relationship with my mum which I am told makes me a very lucky person.

I am surrounded by a number of friends whose relationship with their mums is fraught with dissention, anger, bitterness and disappointment. These women may have been betrayed by others, but the dysfunction they experience in their mother-daughter relationship carries the most damage of all, and, as a result the price for this rage is paid for by other un-suspecting relationships in their life.

This is nothing new. And, what is confronting for most women is the fact we are all daughters. Our mothers were once on the other end of the stick and if she isn’t living up to our expectations, you can’t help but wonder what did our mothers envisage their relationship to be like with their own daughters?

It is unlikely a mother holding a newborn daughter thinks “gee, I can’t wait to screw you up and have the most volatile relationship with you in the future.” No, likely a mother holding a newborn ponders how much she loves and wants to protect this new little vulnerable life, and if you’re anything like me, think upon future tea parties, tiny pink dresses and patent leather shoes.

So where does it go wrong? That’s a question no one can definitively answer, but chances are if your mother sustained dysfunction in the relationship with her own mother, un-dealt with, those insecurities and hurts often get carried through to the next generation. It is also probable that a daughter of a good mother-daughter relationship can take for granted the work that goes into building an enduring friendship with her own daughter.

If you are sailing the boat of mother dissatisfaction, you might want to know a few facts. Paula Caplan, author of Mother Blaming writes:

If you’re busy blaming your mother or wishing you could “divorce” her, you are caught in a psychological prison. You can’t get free, and you can’t really grow up. Mother-blame limits your freedom: you can’t be an adult who freely considers all of life’s possibilities. You restrict yourself to certain activities, interests, and friends to prove how different from Mother you are.

You can’t look honestly at who you are, because you might discover ways that you are like her! Frantic to avoid what you consider her failures, you overreact, throwing out the good with the bad: you grow tough because you think she’s sentimental, or you become a doormat because she wasn’t warm enough. All that reaction against her, that desperate drive to prove your difference, restricts and damages your relationships with the other people you love—your mate, your children, your other relatives, and your friends. You offer them only a part of your true self, a caricature.

Nothing stellar comes without solid planning and hard work. The good news is you have the power to ensure YOUR relationship with YOUR daughter is nothing less than the best. So....may I ask what does your relationship look like with your daughter presently and in the future? What are you plans and strategies to work towards this and to keep on track? If you’re harbouring resentment towards your own mother, what are doing to unload that? Friends, we have the opportunity for a wonderful life, live it to the fullest.

The Toddler & Me

2010-04-25T02:43:00.000-07:00

So here we are in a foreign country, toddler and me shopping in a department store. They say timing is everything, and so after 5 minutes of harmonious bliss, toddler decides to tests the boundaries and let’s go of my hand in an effort to navigate her own way around the store. Maybe I’ve seen too many episodes of Law & Order, but no toddler is letting go of me, especially in a foreign country where I don’t speak the language. So what ensues is a battle of wills. A 2 year old desperately trying to let go while screaming ‘help’ to concerned on lookers versus a determined mother half dragging an unwilling toddler across the department store floor. I don’t have to tell you who won….I hope you know.

Parenting a toddler may be physical and mentally intensive, but the advantage is I control the environment. I determine the boundaries. I am the deciding influence on my toddler’s life. As my child grows and transitions into preschool, the boundaries of my influence slightly decrease. Once my child enters school my influence starts to compete with other sources…teachers, friends and the playground all start to vie for influence over my child.

I haven’t yet hit the teenage years with my kids, but I’m hoping if I stay consistent in my parenting and keep setting the boundaries, the hard yards I have put into these early years will begin to yield their benefits and just as my toddler knows I am a force to be reckoned with when it comes to her well being, she will also understand as a teenager when I say no to the car keys…don’t worry I’m not naive to believe there still won’t be kicking and screaming!