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My not so triumphant return to work

The  rhinovirus is the scourge of human kind. Whilst we can mask the symptoms with paracetamol or (my particular favorite) codeine until we’re as high as kites, science isn’t anywhere close to curing the world of the common cold. Gosh darn science – its time to lift your game.

This week was meant to be triumphant for me. Instead I was laid low, reduced to a shivering, sniveling mess by you guessed it – the f%&king rhinovirus. On Monday I was primed to make my glorious return to the paid workforce (with an employer other than my husband). I had purchased a swag of stylish threads (including my first Leona Edmiston daahlingand was ready to rock into my new office like I owned the joint. I was very excited about the prospect of being in a workplace where I wasn’t expected to sleep with the boss.*  This is going to sound kinky ( way kinkier than Fifty Shades of Grey, not quite as kinky as Game of Thrones) but I was eager to make this new company’s accounts my bitch.  To my eyes there’s nothing more elegant than a set of reconciled bank accounts and a balanced ledger. (Wait a minute – there’s Tom Hiddleston in slim fitting dacks…..)

Oh my. Adam Scott is welcome to run his ruler over my ledger.

Oh my. Adam Scott is welcome to run his ruler over my ledger.

In the preceding week I’d enjoyed my last few days of freedom. I’d sent my kids to school despite their sniffles and protestations that they had sore throats. I whiled away the hours in typical Eastern Beaches Housewives fashion – lunching, shopping and watching the remaining episodes of Mad Men. It was wonderful but on the weekend karmic retribution hit hard. The fatigue, the aches and pains, the constant tickle in the throat, the wheezing and the alternate fevers and chills. By Sunday my delicate condition had worsened. Yet as a parent I could not afford the luxury of retiring to my bed. Instead I suffered the indignity of swimming lessons and a trip to the library. At that stage there was only a slurp of sauvignon blanc left and opening a new bottle on school night not an option. Unable to launch an alcoholic blitzkrieg upon my lurgy, evening was spent huddled under a doona on the couch watching Poldark drinking herbal tea. Sadly not even the sight of Aiden Turner in britches could cure my malaise. I turned in at an absurdly early hour hoping I could sleep it off.

Unfortunately the intense gaze of Aiden Turner can not cure the common cold.

Unfortunately the intense gaze of Aiden Turner can not cure the common cold.

No cigar! I awoke on Monday morning, my first day at work, feeling like pure and utter shite. There was nothing for it but to soldier on with a good dose of codeine. Getting kids out of the door is exhausting at the best of times. When you are sick and they are sick its a killer. The whole thing descends into an orgy of self-pity and hypochondria. Apart from the usual shenanigans like forgetting to get dressed because they are too busy whacking one another, the kids gave me a hearty serving of Mummy guilt. “But why do you need to go to work Mum? I don’t want to go to after school care. Can you make sure you pick me up early? I really need to get home early to do my homework”. Cripes! They’ve had it far too good for too long.

I had a taste of Mummy guilt pie.

I had a taste of Mummy guilt pie.

Somehow I managed to dress myself and everyone else and dump them at the school gate by 8.30am before staggering onto the bus. Of course seats were at a premium and I was forced to perch my butt next to an overweight gentleman who was also suffering from the f*&cking rhinovirus. In fact the whole bus coughed, sputtered and wheezed its way into town. I lurched into the office like a drunk pretending to act straight, doing my best to be appropriately perky and enthusiastic on my first day. The ironic thing was that everyone else in the office had the f*#king rhinovirus. The place was littered with boxes of tissues and we collectively swilled endless cups of tea. At lunch I gulped down a laksa hoping the chilli and garlic would provide a miracle cure.

This is how I think I look when I am sick at work.

This is how I think I look when I am sick at work.

That evening I collapsed. Dadabs couldn’t even rouse me at 8.30pm to watch a pirated episode of Game of Thrones.  The rest of the week was a case of wash, rinse and repeat. I’ve been slurping down chilli fuelled Asian soups, drinking tea like its going out of style and chomping on Soothers by the packetful. I still feel like crappola. Balancing work and family is hard. Balancing work and family when you have a cold is nigh impossible? I repeat – science you need to stop sending probes into inter galactic space and focus on the blight of mankind – the f$&king common cold.

After one day on the job

After one day on the job

How are you coping with the juggle. Can something as simple as a cold throw you completely off balance.

Love

Mumabulous

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

* I should clarify that for the past 18 months I have been doing the books for Dadabulous’ software business.


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More Shite I’ve Learned From TV

When you are feeling directionless in life the best response is to drink alcohol and watch the TV. Its educational, enlightening and can often make you feel better about your current life circumstances. For instance whenever I find myself a little frustrated or dissatisfied,  I think to myself that things could be way worse – I could be Sansa Stark or (shudder) Theon Greyjoy.  In my previous post I bored you all by divulging what I have learned from my particular TV fetishes. This time I am casting my net a little wider. Here’s what I have learned from

Breaking Bad

The basic equipment, expertise and distribution networks necessary to set up a thriving Crystal Meth empire can be found at your local public high school. One can only imagine that sending your kids to a private school will give them access to an entirely better class of drug manufacturer.

Shaving your head and sprouting a goatie makes anyone look a like a BAMF yo yo. (That’s a bad arse mother f^&ker).

Plenty o' BAMF

Plenty o’ BAMF yo yo!

For male viewers Breaking Bad is a fascinating journey into the heart of darkness within every man’s soul. Meanwhile its a dark journey for female viewers for different reasons – there is no crumpet. Dark.

The Walking Dead

TWD is not about a relentless fight against the zombies. Its really about the psycho-socio dynamics within groups facing adversity. Even more so it’s about Daryl Dixon’s bulging biceps.  I would go so far as to say the over arching thematic of this show is Daryl’s toned torso.  I must add that his mighty cross bow isn’t in any way phallic. (Not at all. Meanwhile I know of some ladies who would happily park Daryl’s crossbow under their bed).

The cross bow deserves and Emmy.

The cross bow deserves an Emmy.

Thanks to the influence of The Walking Dead (and the plethora of rip offs) my five year old now believes we all turn into zombies when we die. When she comes of age I will show her Shaun of the Dead to demonstrate that some of us don’t have to wait that long. Meanwhile she always yells out “there’s the zombies” when we drive past a grave yard.

Teaming a black eye patch with a solid black outfit can make anyone look like a BAMF.

Watch out - more BAMF.

Holy shite! BAMF approaching!

I liked Andrew Lincoln before it was cool. Anyone remember “This Life” – about a naughty bunch of of lawyers in the 1990s? (Not to be confused with Ally McBeal).

They might look wholesome but they were really very naughty.

They might look wholesome but they were really very naughty.

Game of Thrones

What we’ve learned from Game of Thrones is the subject of acres of internet discussion. For me the major take away is that HBO has only itself to blame for the global explosion in online piracy. If they made this show accessible without having to sign up to FoxTel most people would do the right thing and pay.

Some other points of interest.

People who have read the books will take every opportunity to display their intellectual and cultural superiority over the plebs who have only watched the show. Their catch cry being “read the f^#king book”. The joke is on the book readers of course with the TV writers Benioff and Weiss diverging from the books significantly. Cue more outrage and disgust from the purists.

J = L+R

Dont read the spoilers.

Incest – don’t knock it til you’ve tried it. On second thoughts, it results in spawn like Joffrey. Knock it! Don’t try it.

I’d love to hear a female character utter the line “You wear nothing Jon Snow”.

Due to the GoT effect I’ve become increasing unshockable. Back in Season 6 of Mad Men Don Draper indulged in a menage a trois. Prior to GoT I would have been titillated by that but I’d only just witnessed Oberyn having a six way in Little Finger’s brothel.  So menage a trois – meh. Three might be a crowd but six or more is a party.

My GoT snog, marry, shoot.

Snog – Jon Snow, Marry – Jorah*, Shoot – F%&KING Ramsey.

 

So hawt!

So hawt!

Hawt damn

Hawt damn.

Make a dragon wanna retire man!

Make a dragon wanna retire man!

What have you learned from TV?

Which shows do you think deserve the Mumabs treatment?

Love

Mumabulous

* Why Jorah? – he’s a ruggedly handsome middle aged ginga much like Dadabulous. So it wouldn’t be much of a stretch. The mindless devotion to the Khalessi would be admittedly be a problem.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


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What I’ve Learned From TV

This week I am leaning heavily on one of my all time favorite bloggers – the wonderful Lydia C Lee of Where The Wild Things Were.  Lydia often reviews movies with reference to what they have to teach us. For one of those irritating people who rarely watch TV , I am somewhat obsessed with it at the moment. Here are a few things I have garnered from the experience.

Mad Men

As the final season draws rapidly to a close we are all awaiting the outcome with baited breath. Just what will become Don Draper, the tortured Madison Ave lothario, as everything he holds dear dissolves around him? Will Roger get rid of the pornstache (however appropriate it might be)? On this theme – whose gosh darn idea was it to put facial fungus on the gorgeous Ted Cheough? The only team member rocking the 1970s hirsute trend is Stan Rizzo – which brings me to the endgame I’m coveting. I really want to see Stan the man take Peggy in his ever loving arms! You know you want it Peggy! There’s something primal about that dude. Sure he is an arsehole but he’s less of an arsehole than he was at the beginning of the series. OK – its coming off a low base but my point is that Stan has developed a modicum of sensitivity unlike some of the others.

What will become of the gang?

What will become of the gang?

So what have I learned from eight seasons of Mad Men:

1) You need to rethink the outdated notion that corporate success is related to hard work. To scale the corporate ladder you really must spend your days lying about on your office couch sinking booze from your private stash.

11am? Booze o'clock.

11am? Booze o’clock.

2) Toking on joints enhances the creative process. Experiments with speed are worthwhile in terms of productivity.

3) Shagging your co-workers is unprofessional. Such behaviour will cast you in a bad light. Just kidding! You should root as many of your team as you can possibly fit into your schedule, particularly if you are married. Extra bonus points will be awarded for knocking up a colleague and not claiming responsibility.

Pete knocks up Peggy in Season One.

Pete knocks up Peggy in Season One.

The experience doesn't put her off married men.

The experience doesn’t put her off married men.

but she should be with Stan.

Stan is the one who loves her.

NOT DON!

NOT DON!

4) Bringing a ride on mower into the office will not end well.

5) Joan is a multi-dimensional character and her dimensions are out of this world! Boom-Tish!

6) Never do lunch with Harry Crane, don’t mess with Kenny Cosgrove and NEVER EVER under any circumstances accept a coffee from Bob Benson.

Roger channels Colonel Sanders.

Roger channels Colonel Sanders.

Vikings

If there is anything missing from the Australian Mummy blogging scene, its a thorough analysis of the smorgasbord of hunks intense historical drama that is the Vikings. Lets have a little less Thermomix and a a little more Ragnar. I’ll get things started.

1) Perhaps Ragnar’s Gods and Athelstan’s God can be friends. Meanwhile there’s a bromance that makes me go “Oh My God!”

TVs hawtest bromance.

TVs hawtest bromance.

2) When the ice melts in the fjord we will go raiding.

3) If a mysterious vagrant with ripped abs wanders into your village while your husband is away, it is most probably Odin and you should definitely shag him.

4) When you are attempting to breach the walls of medieval Paris wearing a shirt is in fact a hindrance.

Shirts are for wimps

Shirts are for wimps

5) Lagertha – more like Shagertha. Double thumbs from me – you go girl. If the hawt but dastardly King of Wessex gives you a plough you really should let him furrow your fields as it were. Meanwhile if a young upstart betrays you and steals your earldom you should certainly shag him too, particularly if he is hawt (and that goes without saying for this show).

What do you do when your underlying steals your job? Depends how hawt he is.

Q: What do you do when your underlying steals your job? A: Depends how hawt he is.

 

6) Bjorn Ironside cops two arrows in the back and returns to pristine health within a few hours. However Khal Drogo dies of a flesh wound. Ooops -I’m getting my shows mixed up.

7) Lock up your princesses. A princess can’t so much as look at a Viking without falling pregnant.

Gisla cops a perve at Rollo.

Princess Gisla cops a perve at Rollo.

8) Princess Gisla – we could not help but notice the way you gazed lustily at Rollo as he shirtlessly breached your city walls swinging his mighty axe. Can’t say that I blame you – if someone has to breach your walls it may as well be a shirtless hunk with a mighty axe.  However there’s a dangerous precedent here – you are almost certainly pregnant.

Poldark

This one has the interwebs divided. Some are relishing the high camp and melodrama while others are simply unmoved. Of course I am weighing in in favor.

1) I can’t resist men in britches. I hope to see a britches revival on the catwalks of Europe soon. Any takers? How about you Dolce and Gabbana?

2) If you are going to brood you can’t do it half heartedly. You have to brood hard or go home. No one nowadays broods as hard or as darkly as Aiden Turner.  In fact I believe Aiden’s efforts are comparable to the quintessential brooder – Colin Firth’s legendary Mr Darcy.  However Colin had the edge because he always managed to look constipated.  Aiden isn’t quite there yet. Perhaps he needs to skip his All-bran for the sake of method acting.

brooding

There’s some high quality brooding right there.

 

3) If you feel the need to cop a perve at your boss, I recommend hiding behind the bushes whilst he skinny dips. As I am married to my boss this advice is somewhat redundant.

4) In order to look suitably dashing whilst commuting up and down the Cornish coast, I advise mounting a mighty stead. A black one of course.

5) The Warleggans – proving that bankers have been bastards since 1783.

6) Frances Poldark is an unappealing wuss bag but the actor who plays him is  a total honey bunny in real life.

Kyle Soller - not my type at all. Just kidding! Yet another red headed English man.

Kyle Soller – not my type at all. Just kidding! Yet another red headed English man.

7) When you are clearing your fields with your mighty scythe wearing a shirt is in fact a hindrance.

I repeat - shirts are for wimps.

I repeat – shirts are for wimps.

8) Its a total waste of luxurious long curly dark tresses if they are not constantly wind swept – God Damn it.

Permanently windswept

Permanently windswept

To be continued…

What have you been watching? Any fellow Mad Meniacs out there – how would you like it to end?

Love

Mumabulous

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


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The Heebie Jebbies

I was planning to give you yet another informative and helpful post about making the most of you money but life got in the way this week. That’s the great thing about personal blogging – you don’t have to stick to a brief, especially a self imposed one. Anyhoo do you really want to learn how to invest like a boss when you can be entertained by my fluff and nonsense? Here are some of the small first world things that are giving me a case of the heebie jeebies (as opposed to Hee Bee Gee Bees who were awesome in a Weird Al Yankovic kinda way).

I said I had the heebie jeebies!

I said I had the heebie jeebies!

I get around: These new fangled bus tickets are superior to their flimsy cardboard predecessors. The old MyBus tickets would disintegrate like perishable goods leaving fragments among the general detritus at the bottom of my handbag. Their only redeeming feature was the fact that you only had to dunk the things once when boarding the bus. Under the new Opal regime you have to clock on and off! It’s too much for my addled brain to deal with. All too often I only remember to “tap off” when I’m mid way through  the door. This brings on a Gangnam Style dance as a I simultaneously forage through my bag and land on the footpath. The sooner we get microchips containing all this shite embedded in our foreheads the better. Bring on the future!

Come on, come on. Do the Opal shuffle.

Come on, come on. Do the Opal shuffle.

Mumabs on the pick up:  Do your kids do this?

Guess who has to pick that up.

Guess who has to pick that up.

My five year old re-enacts that jocks and socks scene from Risky Business at the end of every single school day. I really would not mind  if she could deposit her worn uniform in the laundry basket.  It’s probably a genetic issue.  Dadabulous too has a defective domestic GPS. He can’t seem to navigate the route between the bed and the laundry hamper. Here’s a hint for you Dadabs – its conveniently located by the entrance to the walk-in closet!

Not even close!

Not even close!

Meanwhile I’m a cougar who picks up every day!

Decisions, decisions: Friday nights are difficult. Just how does one choose between Shiraz and Shiraz Cabernet?

So many issues to consider. So little time.

So many issues to consider. So little time.

 I’m one of the plastics: Like Kim Kardashian I have discovered that plastic is fantastic.  I recently added this fabulousness to my shoe collection.

Cherry bomb

Cherry bomb

Sadly Dadabulous who has an exceptionally sensitive nose, can’t abide their smell and they have been banished to the back deck.

Dadabs leave pass: I can not wait until Dadabs next gets together with his man posse for a Dungeons and Dragons gaming weekend. This is because the Dungeon master (who is a mild mannered optometrist by day) is has pirated Game of Thrones. Dadabs refuses to pirate anything. He thinks its a bad look for an internationally renowned software developer. Thank the laws of physics for geek friends.  I’ve been subsisting on a TV diet of one episode of Vikings per week! I am simply not getting the recommended dosage of hawt men in leather wielding swords.

Tank boy: Meanwhile Dadabs invested in a number of cut price DVDs from JB Hi Fi. According to Dadabs’ posse this film’s depiction of World War 2 tanks is as accurate as a Hollywood movie can possibly get. So thanks my husband’s enthusiasm for war memorabilia I get to cop an eyeful of Brad Pitt. Alas – it’s a shame that I’m not that into Brad Pitt.

Oh my! What big guns!

Oh my! What big guns!

I am however into Damien Lewis. Well played Dadabs.

Damien Lewis - husband sanctioned perving!

Damien Lewis – husband sanctioned perving!

This is husband sanctioned perving as I was smart enough to point out the physical resemblance between Dadabs and Damien. Win Win.

What’s giving you the heebie jeebies.

 

Love

Mumabulous


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Lets Talk About Money

The gender pay gap is a well known and depressing fact. Research by the University of Canberra has found that over the course of a lifetime the average Australian woman can expect to earn approximately $1m less than the average male. Throw in a university degree and the deficit leaps to $1.5m – which is kinda sucky. It will come as no great surprise that Australia also boasts a significant (and stubborn) gender wealth gap across all age groups. A study has revealed that in 2010, single men’s wealth was on average 23% higher than single women’s wealth holdings.* The sad thing is this disparity has grown over the past ten years. With many women taking time out of the workforce to care for children things only get worse over our lifetimes and women end up retiring with 43% less super than men.**

Believe it or not there are better ways to manage your cash.

Believe it or not there are better ways to manage your cash.

It seems that part of the problem (according to the interwebs anyhow) is that women are still less confident with money and are not taking an interest in investing (either in property, shares of otherwise). Of course this is a generalization but its the vibe I’m getting from the interwebs. The message that women are lagging behind men in financial literacy is coming over loud and clear. Here’s a couple of snippets.

From Amanda Steinberg – CEO and Founder of Daily Worth

As women, we’ve been socialized to think we’re bad with money, or that engaging with money is somehow ‘unfeminine,’” Ms. Steinberg explained. “It’s ironic that a gender typically so concerned with health, wellness and family security would also be averse to understanding the fundamentals of investing.

Then there’s this from a report by the Australian Financial Literacy Association.

This report tells us that many women already have the budgeting and saving habits that are essential to putting yourself in charge of your money. When it comes to investing, planning for the future and retirement – all the things that allow you to take control of your money in the longer term – women are less confident in their ability.

And finally this from the Australian Workplace Gender Equality Agency.

Research by the ANZ Bank identified that women, as a social group, had lower levels of financial literacy than men. The Australian Divorce Transitions Survey similarly found that women were less knowledgeable than men about the value of their superannuation and their partner’s superannuation. Other research showed that while women were generally confident in their abilities to manage money on a day-to-day basis, and were aware of the need to provide for their retirement, they were less confident than men in their abilities to make long term investment decisions, and tended to be conservative in any investment decisions they did make.

I don’t know about you but I this stuff is making my want to do a Sir Patrick Stewart face palm. Actually make mine a double.

doublefacepalm med

As dire as this sounds I am not 100% convinced that it is true. I qualify this by ashamedly admitting that over the last few years I have been lost in the haze of child rearing and have taken my eye off the money ball. Nevertheless I am a statistical sample of one – not proof of anything. I’d like to turn the question over to the blog reading public.

Do you ladies and man (Yes you – Tunnel Ed – the only male reader of this blog), believe that women are less financially competent than men? Do you have investments under your own name? Do you have equal input into the big financial decision of your household?

When it comes to managing your money, what are your greatest concerns? Is it getting rid of that pesky mortgage, saving enough for retirement, covering your kids’ education? All of the above?

How are you tackling these problems?

What would you like to learn more about?

Love

Mumabulous

 

Miley shorts the USD

Miley shorts the USD  (very bad financial pun)

 

Preferable to leaving it in the bank with interest rates the way they are.

Preferable to leaving it in the bank with interest rates the way they are.

 

*http://www.smh.com.au/national/rich-man-poor-woman-the-gender-wealth-gap-widens-20141108-11igay.html

**http://www.australiansuper.com/superannuation/women-and-super.aspx

Oh my! How did that get there?

Oh my! How did that get there?


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Smash your power bill in five steps

Environmentally friendly technologies are usually associated with smug, inner city techno- hipster types but what if I were to tell you that they can save you an absolute bomb in the long run? Going green is a great option for those who are as concerned about their family’s bottom line as they are about the environment. Here at Chez Abulous we managed to slash our electricity bill by 85% with a little work and upfront investment. That’s not a misprint. Until Dadabs took matters into his own hands our electricity bill was around $1,000 per quarter. Our latest quarterly bills were closer to $100. In effect we’ve saved around $3,500 per year.  Whilst this may not buy me a Prada handbag it covers my cappuccino, chocolate and wine habits – just.

Here are the five steps we took to achieve this.

1) Solar panels: Besides marrying me having solar (photovoltaic) panels installed is arguably the best thing Dadabs has ever done in his domestic life. Our solar panels pretty much cover all of the home’s electricity needs during the day light hours. Occasionally we even over generate and sell power back to the grid. This means that the house is actually making us (a small amount of ) money instead of sucking it remorselessly from our bank accounts.

The Federal government currently provides incentive to install solar panels through the Small Scale Renewable Energy Scheme (SRES). Under this plan households (or small businesses and community groups) who install eligible systems are allocated a number of Small Scale Technology Certificates (STCs) which are mini-carbon credits. The number of certificates issued depends upon the amount of power the system is expected to generate over a 15 year period.  The householder can then  assign the STCs to a registered agent for an upfront incentive – usually a discount on the installation price. Otherwise they can sell the STCs themselves through the Clearing House (like a stock market specifically for these instruments). Most people opt for the upfront discount because the Clearing House route is frankly a long winded pain in the bum.

Let these guys heat things up for you.

Let these guys heat things up for you.

2) Rejigging the hot water system: Here’s where smart metering comes in handy. Dadabs happened to notice that our electric hot water system was heating during peak periods when power is more expensive. We were frankly being ripped off. We arranged for the system to be put on a timer so that the heating took place over night in the off-peak period when power is considerably cheaper.

We then decided to do away with the whole thing and install a solar hot water system instead. Now we can enjoy long hot showers any time we please without our electricity retailer benefiting. Its a good thing when you bath your kids in a double spa the size of a small swimming pool. As with the photovoltaic panels, solar hot water systems are covered by the SRES, offsetting the cost of installation.  Some state governments also offer other rebates for solar hot water but sadly NSW is not one of them. Bastards!

Hot-Shower1

3) Installing LED lighting: Those new fangled LED lights that you’ve heard about are more expensive than traditional incandescent and halogen lights. However independent tests indicate that they are up to 80% cheaper to run. There are a number of state government based schemes that offer incentives for households to switch from halogen downlights to LEDs which are similar in nature to the solar rebates.

In a massive military style operation we replaced almost every light bulb in the house with LEDs. Yes – it was an expensive exercise but we are reaping the benefits now.

Oh my! Check out the wattage on that.

Oh my! Check out the wattage on that.

4) Switching stuff off: This one is a no brainer. We did a quick inventory and found that we were continuously running systems that we simply did not need. Our security system was running 24/7. Not any more. Similarly the previous owners had put in an automatic sprinkler system which we simply turned off. Other appliances like sub woofers, a bar fridge, the media center and the printer were chewing up energy for no good reason. We flicked the switch.

5) Use efficient appliances: This one is also very straight forward. As your appliances die a natural death replace them with energy efficient models. The mandatory Energy Rating Label (ERL) makes this task easy. The more stars displayed on the label at the point of sale the more efficient the product. Items with over six stars are considered ‘super efficient’.

Not everyone is in a position to throw a few thousand dollars at solar panels, solar hot water heating and brand new appliances but there is still plenty of things you can do to keep your costs down. Although the thought of it may make your eyes glaze over, its worth while to go through your electricity bill with a fine tooth comb. There’s a good chance that the plan you are on is not optimal for you. The electricity companies purposely make their plans so complicated and painful that deters the average person from questioning them. It is time consumers stood up to this treatment. At the very least you can ring your electricity provider and threaten to leave. Its remarkable how quickly they will offer you a discount which could save you hundreds of dollars per year.

Don't give these guys any more than you have to.

Don’t give these guys any more than you have to.

 

Electricity – its not sexy but saving serious money sure is.

Have you got any power saving tips to share.

Love

Mumabulous

 

 

 

 

 


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Seven is the new Fourteen.

 

Meanwhile at Mother & Baby

Recently I took my eldest daughter to a seven-year-old’s birthday party. The scene was vastly different to what would have occurred only two years ago.

There was not a sequin nor a scrap of tulle in sight. The event was free of Disney princesses and there wasn’t a set of fairy wings in site.

Instead the lovely, young ladies frolicked about in fashionable shorts and stylish tops. Much of their conversation centred on their favourite pop stars like Taylor Swift, Katy Perry and the fate of One Direction. Naturally, gossip about absent classmates was rife.

http://www.motherandbaby.com.au/connect/blogs/mumabulous/2015/3/raising-girls-seven-is-the-new-14/