the fifo wife

Last week I went to my hairdresser. I feel so spoilt saying ‘my hairdresser’; well the pretty young thing I had started to call my hairdresser. Brilliant she was. So brilliant was she; people asked me who cut your hair? Now that totes brilliance; either that or they could see the difference between her cut and my home cuts. So I loved her. She was everything a young hairdresser should be chatty although perhaps too chatty. Although given that she was all of 21 and it seems to be the thing telling the world everything about yourself in the first ten minutes. Says me who writes a blog about her life; yes well enough said. So in the first ten minutes of meeting her I had come to know about her best friend wanting to be like her; her overzealous boyfriend and the progress of her new boob job. What? But she came recommended, had a good hair cut herself and had a little smarts about her. I liked her a lot. She did indeed give a good cut and she gave the best shampoo and head massage. Ever.

Notice I’m speaking about her like she had died; well sort of, because well she has moved. Away. Forever. Not for the bright lights of some glamorous city to which I would be more than happy to accept. No she has not run away to Melbourne, Paris or New York. But Casino and no I don’t no where that is.

I’m more than upset. It has taken me years of living here and many many dodgy hairdressers to find the right one. It’s like finding a seamstress (and unless your 5 ft1 you will never ever know the needs of a good tailor), beautician, dentist and doctor. They become part of your personal entourage the people behind helping you feel and look good. So losing her as part of ‘my entourage’ has been a let down bigger than a Britney Spears concert.

So when I arrived at the salon and found out she had gone I was devastated. And I must have gone in to a momentary lapse of concentration because well thought I would give the owner of the salon a go because I could see by her books she was empty and I needed a haircut. The alarm bells should have been going off. I should have been running. Should have been but I believe the loss of my beloved hairdresser had sent me into a brain grief freeze thing that I cannot explain. That and my hair was starting to get a little out of control and I had already arranged the sitter. I had waited weeks for the massage, the mindless chatter and a reason to sit and not feel guilty.

So I was there, my hair was out of control and well how does one say no thank you to a women smiling there in a empty salon with a skunk doo going on saying to me I can still cut it for you, I have the time. Ah yes; yes you do. I know why but I ask again really how does one say no?

Now I don’t get the skunk doo. By skunk doo in case that term is reserved for my part of the world is when the hair its blonde on top and dark underneath and I don’t mean by subtle shade of brown. Its skunk like. Its black and white. And whilst I’m no fashionista I’m still at 101 mastering the classics and the wonders of hair spray but to me the skunk doo looks ridiculous on most over 30. However there are exceptions and to many it’s obviously very fashionable given the number of women out and about in the skunk hair doo but these are the same ones in Ugg boots and its 28 degrees out..

So I sat in the chair. What do you want she asked? Just a trim including the layers I said with I’m sure the sound of hope and desperation in my voice. I didn’t want to judge I mean look at Vivienne Westwood. Who would have thought such talent could come from someone who essentially looks like a Prohart disaster on legs. So there I sat. There was no chit chat. There was no wash. There was no massage. There was nothing but the sound of snip, snip ringing in my ears. I closed my eyes. I bowed my head and I prayed.

And I should have known that no matter how much I prayed to god. He won’t answer because he and I don’t have a relationship so to speak…maybe that’s the problem. He is punishing me.

So how bad is it?

Mullet bad. It’s a mullet.

Typically I thanked her.

It’s a mullet. What else can one say? Thank you for throwing me back into the eighties?

My friends have tried to tell me I’m in fashion. Its an EMO cut what the hell that is(care to enlighten me) I don’t know but I have twelve days to learn the mastering style of the mullet or emo cut before FIFO husband comes home.

Tell me have you ever received a mullet cut smiled, thanked them and paid them for it? Only to go home and cry?

Have a great Thursday.

Xx Deb

Took a trip to the city..I’m exhausted.

Chat tomorrow?

xx Deb

Just heard this little tip and thought to pass it on to you my lovelies. I know each baby and every baby is different but why not give it a go. Researchers of the University of California found that two month old babies will sleep better if they receive their needles in the afternoon rather than the morning.

Have you heard about it does it work?

xD

• 650g rump, fillet or sirloin steak*, trimmed
• olive oil, for brushing
• 150g salad leaves
• 1 tomato sliced
• 1 lebanese cucumber diced
• 2 small red onions, finely sliced
• 10 kaffir lime leaves, shredded
•  3 large mild chillies, seeds removed and sliced
•  1 cups coriander (cilantro) leaves
•  1 cups mint leaves
•  1 cups basil leaves

dressing

•  1 teaspoon soy sauce
•  2 tablespoons fish sauce
•  2 tablespoons lime juice
•  2 tablespoons brown or palm sugar

Brush the beef with a little oil and char-grill (broil), barbecue or pan-fry until cooked to your liking (medium-rare is best for this salad). Set aside for 5 minutes, then slice thinly.

Place the salad leaves, onions, kaffir lime leaf, chilli, coriander, mint and basil in a bowl and toss lightly.

To make the dressing, combine the soy sauce, fish sauce, lime juice and sugar. Place the beef on the salad and pour over the dressing. Serve immediately. Serves 4.

*Deb’s note. For a little extra body and yum for the kids. Cook some flat rice noodles just half a packet. Drain and cool and toss through the salad mix before adding the beef. Yum

**Use this recipe as the basis for other Thai-style salads. Simply substitute the beef with the same amount of pork fillets, chicken breasts or thigh fillets, or some firm tofu. The other salad and dressing ingredients are unchanged.

***You can assemble this salad later. When preparing this salad in advance, cook the beef, prepare the salad and make the dressing but store each in separate containers. Do not combine until you are ready to serve. This is an ideal portable lunch or picnic dish that can be transported in 3 small containers and assembled on the spot.

The retail calendar has kicked in Christmas is on its way. I went into Big W; aka the big shop because it’s the only big store in the closest town we live in and deck the halls the Christmas trees and all their cheap finery are out.  It’s October. Wonderful. Let the ‘is it Christmas yet mum’ chorus begin. Thank you large shopping cartel, thank you. Your job is now done.

However it not only worked on the boys as they squealed with delight asking how long before Christmas; it worked on me as I started popping cheap things into my shopping trolley for the stocking fillers yes big shopping cartel your cheesy carols and bright shiny colours worked. So since I was smugly in the organised mood I thought I would post on being organised for Christmas given that the almighty retail giants have given us ample time to start shopping and being organised because I’m sure that’s their intention.

So let’s talk lists and I will be honest I wanted to do a pretty PDF. I looked on pintrest, I fooled around with some free software and I came to the conclusion about a couple of things the first I was still no more arts crafty designee than when I started this blog and secondly for me its procrastinating trying to find these PDF for you to download to look pretty and to perhaps gain some arts crafty respect from you yet honestly? All I was thinking was a sheet of paper, your planner, diary or entering it into your i-phone will do.

So my lovelies here is three lists for you to draw up on your sheet of paper or any number of those pdf’s (head here, here, or here to download some sensational pdf’s for free..Clip board them together and you are now the master both in the know and the looks!)

1.       Christmas cards; yes I do them and I love them. If I have your address yes you will be getting one be stalker alert warned.

2.       Christmas gifts; everything from the teacher’s gift to what I have to by the in-law and when they have to be put into the post by to get them there

3.       Christmas food; you know for the ‘big’ dinner so you’re not half way through making your prawn cocktail or whatever you do at Christmas and realise you have forgotten the prawn cocktail sauce to which you then have to furiously Google to find the recipe to make from scratch. So to help ahead of time the recipe can be found here.

Post note.. after more researching as you do just head here and its all thought out for you. BY. THE. DAY. Including Halloween and thanks giving. American I know but thanks giving in thought; to be grateful and thankful for what we have I think is such I nice tradition.

Ready set go my work here is done. Start now and reap the organisational benefit that is the night before when you’re supping wine instead of going crap we didn’t get B2 a ‘big” gift..Yes its happened more than once I am afraid to say. Lets pray he does not get middle child syndrome however the third time; it did get my backside ready, into my current organisational know how.

Have a fantastic Monday lovelies,

Xx Deb