Monthly Archives: October 2012

My plastic confession . . .


I have a deep, dark secret.

It flies in the face of the values I hold most dearly. And it lurks in a cupboard beneath the kitchen sink.

Right now I can’t even close the door properly because this deep, dark secret is threatening to reveal itself.

So I will get in first.

Deep breath. My secret shame is an all-too-extensive collection of . . . plastic bags.

I never meant it to go this far. They just . . . accrued.

It started out with a few here and a few there and before long the cupboards were bulging.

I’ve seen the pictures of the Great Pacific Garbage Patch, of turtles choking on plastic bags and rivers clogged with more of the same. I’ve even heard the stories of plastic nano-particles creeping back into the food chain and into our bodies.

I’ve wanted to change for years but this is the habit of a lifetime.

I own ‘green-bags’. I also have more of them than I need. I keep them in the car and by the front door and stacked beside the fridge.

And still I find myself standing at the supermarket check-out, slapping an open palm against my forehead and wishing I had a memory slightly greater than a goldfish.

And so, I sit before you and pledge that I WILL use my green bags. I WILL remember to carry them from the car to the supermarket and I WILL do my bit for a cleaner planet.

Can someone just remind me when I get to the shops?



Nintendo and the dog . . .


I never thought I’d say it, but . . . thank you Nintendo.

After countless hours spent staring at a two inch screen, my children have finally realised that the skills they learn on their DSi’s can be transferred to the real world.

No, they’re not cleaning their rooms or doing their homework without complaint.

They are, however, training the dog.

Or should I say attempting to.

And the credit goes to a computer game called Nintendogs. If you’re not familiar with Nintendogs, it’s quite simple (if a little pain-staking). You get a dog and have to care for it – feed it, water it, clean it, walk it, train it and play with it. You earn money to pay for your pet supplies by entering competitions.

This is how my kids have come to rediscover their dogs.

As of this week, my backyard is now home to an agility course for dogs. There are logs to jump, planks to walk, a trampoline to jump on (and off), sticks to wind your way between and even a tunnel to run through.

My sprightly 15-year-old Maltese has taken to it quite well. Tess, who is blind, deaf and showing periodic signs of failing health, has not, though she doesn’t seem to mind.

But the kids are determined. Maggie is harnessed up twice a day and put through her paces. She knows there’s food involved so she’s quite happy to do as she is prompted. This is a dog who was never taught to sit because she was already so short and only learned to stay by accident.

So far, there are no signs of a natural hidden talent for agility, but I’ll keep you posted.

Let’s get started . . .


Where to begin?
This blog has been months in the planning, only held up by my indecision over what to say first.
So I’ll start with a disclaimer . . . of sorts.
The last few years have been quite a journey from work, kids and moving house to another kid, a few more moves and a great deal of procrastination. In other words – life.
There have been times when I thought I was in charge and in control but reality writes a different story, hence . . . Mutiny Mama.
It’s my take on the everyday – all written with a smile and sometimes a sigh.
So what can you expect from this blog?
Well, a few observations, a healthy dose of reflection, a dash of introspection, an element of escapism and some fun.
So, let’s begin . . .