Megan, I know how you feel about the tantrums. I think they suck your life forces out of somewhere around the knees...
Danni, you are doing great to be so positive when there's so much going on for you and poor little Oscar. Hope you both are able to get on top of things real soon.
LOl Em at your ad comparison! I think those shots must have a little dose of cranky juice in there somewhere because I've had a totally crap time with Autie since and she has only just started to come good today - eating and sleeping better TG! Thanks for the recipe, I would have to have left out the pecans anyway until I find out if Autie's allergy is all nuts, so I'm glad you already came up with an alternative. The sultanas would sweeten a bit too I imagine.
Raels, Autie has been in bed with me every night since Dan left on Tuesday - not only could I not cope with the getting up all the time, but I just feel she needs it while she's not feeling herself. I would prefer it not get to be a habit though because it doesn't work well when Dan's home - I think she gets annoyed he's taking up HER side of the bed LOL
Jan, I hear you. Just keep telling yourself it's a phase - that's become my mantra
Well, I'm not really sure where to start with the Bali thing I think it's best if I try to condense it a bit and then you can ask if you want more info someplace. It's easier when people ask questions - I never had to write it out before! I will assume you haven't been there, but if you have, you will get a better picture. I was on holiday with a younger friend and we were staying at a place called TroppoZone (for youngies wanting to party - not entirely my scene but it was Nic's choice and I love to travel so I'll go anywhere) There is a bank opposite the Sari Club and behind that is Troppo - a series of little one up one down cheap bali style rooms set out around two pools and an open air bar area/restaurant/lobby. So the Balinese are lovely and very tolerant of drunken Aussies taking over the streets at night with everyone mostly going bar to bar. The Sari was one of the main ones, as was Paddy's next door to the bank (there is an alley between, where the entrance to TZ is) On the Thurs and Fri, TZ organised a two day tour of the rest of the island which included two big nights and most of us from TZ had gone on that so on Saturday we spent our first night since getting there just hanging out around the pool recovering. Then there was a sound like a firework gone wrong and we all stopped and were like 'that was weird'. Then another and all the lights went out and roof tiles started raining down. Someone ran off to investigate and came back saying it was an explosion and buildings were on fire. I went up to our room to find bits of ceiling all over the floor and the roof half off, and found our shoes in the dark and we all went out. As soon as we stepped out into the alley, we could see how bad it was and there was the expected chaos you would imagine - bleeding, burnt black people (sorry if TMI), screaming, fire but no lights anywhere. So tourists from all around started helping people away from the area and we took many up our alley to get out that way (so proud of the Australian 'get in and get it done' attitude that night) There was very little (none that i saw actually) emergency persons of any kind. Many of the wounded were taken into TZ lobby and that's where I ended up again, helping there. The fire was spreading and TZ caught as well though they managed to get that put out using a hose from the pool after a few hours (guests did that too) By early morning, most of what could be done had been done and they (TZ staff) asked us to gather on the tennis court due to the rooms all having damage. We were sent guards to stand in the alleyway because by then,they knew it wasn't an accident, and that's where we slept. Then we hung out and found rooms that weren't damaged until they flew us out on Monday. During that Sunday, when we walked around outside (before someone finally got organised and made it a crime scene) the Balinese were all apologizing and begging us not to hate them. There was such relief in their faces when we said it wasn't their fault. I think we were definitely looked after from above that night, if we hadn't been buggered from the tour, we would have been at the Sari as we were every other night. So that's the abbreviated story and we were, of course, much luckier than many other people.
Sounds like I've got an unsettled toddy (!) on my hands - just when I thought it was getting better
I think it's best if I try to condense it a bit and then you can ask if you want more info someplace. It's easier when people ask questions - I never had to write it out before! I will assume you haven't been there, but if you have, you will get a better picture. I was on holiday with a younger friend and we were staying at a place called TroppoZone (for youngies wanting to party - not entirely my scene but it was Nic's choice and I love to travel so I'll go anywhere) There is a bank opposite the Sari Club and behind that is Troppo - a series of little one up one down cheap bali style rooms set out around two pools and an open air bar area/restaurant/lobby. So the Balinese are lovely and very tolerant of drunken Aussies taking over the streets at night with everyone mostly going bar to bar. The Sari was one of the main ones, as was Paddy's next door to the bank (there is an alley between, where the entrance to TZ is) On the Thurs and Fri, TZ organised a two day tour of the rest of the island which included two big nights and most of us from TZ had gone on that so on Saturday we spent our first night since getting there just hanging out around the pool recovering. Then there was a sound like a firework gone wrong and we all stopped and were like 'that was weird'. Then another and all the lights went out and roof tiles started raining down. Someone ran off to investigate and came back saying it was an explosion and buildings were on fire. I went up to our room to find bits of ceiling all over the floor and the roof half off, and found our shoes in the dark and we all went out. As soon as we stepped out into the alley, we could see how bad it was and there was the expected chaos you would imagine - bleeding, burnt black people (sorry if TMI), screaming, fire but no lights anywhere. So tourists from all around started helping people away from the area and we took many up our alley to get out that way (so proud of the Australian 'get in and get it done' attitude that night) There was very little (none that i saw actually) emergency persons of any kind. Many of the wounded were taken into TZ lobby and that's where I ended up again, helping there. The fire was spreading and TZ caught as well though they managed to get that put out using a hose from the pool after a few hours (guests did that too) By early morning, most of what could be done had been done and they (TZ staff) asked us to gather on the tennis court due to the rooms all having damage. We were sent guards to stand in the alleyway because by then,they knew it wasn't an accident, and that's where we slept. Then we hung out and found rooms that weren't damaged until they flew us out on Monday. During that Sunday, when we walked around outside (before someone finally got organised and made it a crime scene) the Balinese were all apologizing and begging us not to hate them. There was such relief in their faces when we said it wasn't their fault. I think we were definitely looked after from above that night, if we hadn't been buggered from the tour, we would have been at the Sari as we were every other night. So that's the abbreviated story and we were, of course, much luckier than many other people.
Sounds like I've got an unsettled toddy (!) on my hands - just when I thought it was getting better
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