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Suzie Johnson

Up by 6am

Up at 6 am, gone to Napier by 7 am, worked at SEW our factory, then dinner with my sister and the drive home to Tokomaru by 10 pm. Joys of being self-employed, totally my choice. I was told today that “I’m lucky” I hate that. It’s not luck, a Lotto win is luck. It’s high risk, hard work, time away from my kids, self-belief and gritty determination.

Came in the door, chucked in a load of washing, patted the dogs, checked my sleeping kids, looked in the fridge (habit I do at everyone’s house, looking for inspiration) and… nooooo… washing machine leak. Some things can wait till the morning, house work makes you ugly. I’ll pretend I never saw it, surprise for Kiwi in the morning. I’ll act all surprised, he’ll be up first and see it first and feel he must sort it.

Wife of the year, not tonight, I’m tired, bed for me.

Night!

 

Suz x

 

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Watch What You Say to People

Did anyone see that bullying doco?

I said to my boys and their mate on the way to school “watch what you say to people especially girls”. Things you say may be a passing comment and you forget straight away, but that comment can say in the persons head for ever and really affect them. Then Fletch on the radio cemented what I had said, he said someone at school called him a mono brow, so he got his dads razor and shaved between his eyes, the full width of the razor!!! His mum nearly died when she saw what he had done and gave him tweezers for future use!

Words can hurt…

Too fat
Too skinny
Ugly
Weird
Odd
Bung eye
Slow

Teach kids to have empathy to choose their words carefully. Teach them empathy and that there is a ripple effect for everything. Teach them to stick up for the little guy. Teach them bully’s suck, if you remind them enough hopefully it sinks in. I pull mine up regularly for comments to their siblings, remind and teach what is and isn’t acceptable.

Be kind as you don’t know what’s going on in someone else’s world.

Have a great day peeps!
Crazy mama x

 

 

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Speaking at Linton Military Camp

I received such a warm welcome from all the officers and their wives, when I was guest speaking at Linton Military Camp. Great conversation and food, I was treated so well, like a lady, chairs pulled out, the works. A beautiful seven course meal and fancy settings, it was like a wedding being seated at the top table. I kept my talk raw, real, relatable, you know me… UNPC… a bit of a laugh, but lots of heart. Everything from business to what I’ve learnt as a mum, a wife and an entrepreneur.

I could fit a lot of words into the 20 mins I had been allocated, I machine gun talked lol, sprayed my words 😊 Some men looked shell shocked as the women nodded away. I like to learn from any experience, tonight I learnt something from Jethro, he’s in the Air Force. We discussed behavior and actions, he teaches this at home to his kids and to his team at work.

The concept “Staying above the line!”

Ownership
Accountability 
Responsibility 
—————-
Blame 
Excuses 
Denial

Own your decisions and actions, love this!

Crazy Mama Suz xxx

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How to Paint your Chickens Claws

A tutorial on how to paint your pet chooks claws/ nails with Pipi Johnson. An important life skill.

No pet chickens were harmed in the making of this video.

Quite the opposite, all pimped out and nowhere to go.

To check out Pipi’s video CLICK HERE

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I’m a food addict

I’m a food addict, I’m either really good, or really bad, I think about food all the time. Every night I go to bed thinking I’ll eat better and exercise tomorrow. Then I go well until there’s a shared lunch, like on Wednesday at work I hoovered, or at 3pm I eat all I can find. I get excited emotionally when I see yummy food, it’s crazy lol

Will power is O.% OR 100%, no happy medium. I binge eat all or nothing with this chick. Then I hate myself for it, torture myself. That’s that self-sabotage negative voice in my head, it’s a vicious cycle. If there’s nothing nice to eat I’ll make muffins or bickies, then eat half the mixture. I’ll down cake or chocolate or lollies in the car, sneaky. Eat till I feel so full, I feel sick.

Kiwi pissed me off, he’s gone away on a boy’s trip for five days, I’ve got a speaking engagement at the army camp to prep and six kids at home, loads of shit to get done. So I made a batch of just add water instant date scones and ate seven last night with thick butter at 9 pm!!! WTF… Yup then I slept like shit and feel yuck this morning.

I’m putting back on the weight I lost boxing and It’s frustrating as, I have lost the motivation to train. My tone is disappearing and I’m gutted as it was sooo hard to lose it and gain muscle. I like curves but love feeling fit. I’ve done nothing for a week but work and eat like a savage, makes you gassy and bloated.

I was in China buying fabric then Australia and am making “I have no time excuses” again. Food is medicine, I feel like shit. It’s hard to get up and my brain is foggy. I’m grumpier and have a shorter wick with the kids, it’s way bigger than just looking trim. It’s that feeling of self-control , not craving sugar and carbs and feeling strong mentally and physically unstoppable.

I went back to see my nutrition/trainer Sue at Gravitate in Palmy this week and got a meal plan, did measurements and I will get her to make me accountable. She is a no-nonsense motivator, we all need support and help at times. She’s sorting me a training schedule and I’ll take my own advice.

  • Get up early
  • Make time for me
  • Stop watching tv, that creates time at night
  • Yup it’s cold out, put on a jacket and walk/run
  • Get to the gym

Sue will help me to help myself.

  • It all comes down to me
  • I’m responsible for me
  • She can’t do it for me
  • She can help me with the tools I need
  • I must do it for my wellbeing

It’s the struggle that gives us strength. I’ll re read the woman’s wellness book by Dr Libby weaver, it has to be a life style change. No excuses crazy mama, today is another day. I’ll get up, sort the kids, show up to Lees blast class at city fitness, try my best to keep on track. We all fuck up as long as I learn and try again the next day. I’m telling you because I know there’s others like me and we can support each other. Making myself accountable publicly gets my arse up and out the door. Like the boxing public fight I did, nothing like the thought of a hiding in public to make you train.🥊 I’m doing half marathon 2nd December, I fuckin hate running but needed a goal.😩 So each week I’ll let you know what I’m doing. Each day PUSH PLAY, I hope to motivate you too. Some people look like they so have their life together and don’t always!

Keeping it real, raw, relatable and honest. To many fake PC people on social media, they make us feel shit because they seem so together and perfect. You never know what goes on behind closed doors, some are great at keeping up appearances. I always think it could be worse, I could be addicted to heroin, but you don’t need heroin to survive like you need custard squares and RJs liquorice lol. At some time you just gotta shake yourself and say get a grip woman and take back your control!

You guys rock, love sharing with you, it’s healing. I’m ready to carve it up at the Gym in a group session, then get home to work. Have a fab day, I am stoaked I made it to the gym, positive little steps in the right direction.

Suz xxx

 

P.s Kiwi deserves a break, he works fricken hard, I’m over it now, texted him safe travels ❤️

 

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Getting Sorted for Kids

Getting sorted for the kids. Yup read it and adhere, Murphy reckons he will cross his name out… lol

I said there’s cameras watching and turned and pointed to a light on hard drive. He’s like “Whatever mum, I’m not stupid, that’s the light that says the computer is on !!!” Clever boy, not so gullible now, dam it.

When they were smaller, I’d point to people on their phone in PAC n SAVE or Bunnings and say, “behave they are talking to 🎅 Santa about you and if you are behaving or not”.
Lol Suz

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Mr Brother Had a Milk Run

My brother had a milk run, other kids had a paper run, what did you have? I worked in the Pirimai dairy from 12 till 20. I paid for my pony, gear and grazing myself. Taught people to save for what they want.

Parents… don’t give kids instant gratification by handing over things, for example, a phone they haven’t had to work for. Mine saved and bought their own when they started high school. Make them learn patience, value for money, shopping around and the difference between a need and want. Them paying will make them value it more, look after it better and appreciate how much hard work goes into having the dollars for a purchase. Don’t let them pay things off, hire purchase, that doesn’t help wanting instant gratification, teach kids to save. We teach ours spend half, save half. Teach them to bargain and to get a discount with cash. Teach them a second hand one is fine, until you save enough to get the fancy iPhone you want. Don’t spoil your kids with stuff, teach them stuff isn’t who they are eg the latest label clothes or iPhone, it’s what they use. Spoil them with 😍 I love you and your time.

I laughed at this, we saved to buy a new bed a few years ago. Went to buy one with cash, I didn’t want to book one up. The shop assistant said, “wow you have cash! it’s usually only drug dealers and Asians that have cash!”. I said, “well I’m neither of those!!!!”

Suz

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Helicopter Theory

Kiwi (my husband) and I just had a two-hour session with our counselor/ psychoanalyst Celia, we do every couple of months. Kiwi and I believe a psychoanalyst helps keep our marriage on track. The communication, the stress vent, understanding how each other rolls. Counselling isn’t just if you are on the rocks and about to split up, it’s to keep you as a strong united front, makes better parents.

We discussed briefly this parenting show I’m doing and a lot of my topics, I mentioned the importance of parents letting their kids take risks. Celia told me this is a theory

😳😳😳

“Helicopter theory… it’s parents that hover!” Parents that don’t let the kids take risks, parents that micro manage. I believe risk is a major part of parenting, letting kids grow, learn and make mistakes.

Let them fall out of trees, let them play bull rush, let them drive the paddock racer ute in the paddock, let them tackle, wrestle and play rough. Ride a pony, a bike, a bull (steers …like my boy does!). You the parents, be there to pick up the pieces, drive to x-ray, plaster, bandages, wipe the tears or say how’d that go…? “Mmmm I wondered if that was a sensible choice” and “what did you learn from that.”

The thing is, let them take risks young, you don’t want them to get behind the wheel of a car at 16 and start taking risks. Especially when testosterone and peers are combined. Don’t Molly coddle mums, just don’t look… when they are climbing… leave them to it.

Have a ladder handy and plasters 😄

Suz x

❤️😄

 

Mmmm Kiwi

Mmmmm Kiwi my husband takes the girls shopping, bless him, best intentions. I love that he will take them shopping, he hates shopping. On daddy dates, he follows them and they lead him around the shops they want to look in eg Smiggles, K-Mart, Toy World etc. My dad would never have done this! Our dates with my dad John King in the late 70’s were TAB, filling flagons or the weekend trip to the dump. Occasional swim at the river or beach as long as he could bring beer.

One-time Kiwi came home and Scarlet aged about five had black long boots up to her thighs, we called them her slapper boots. Pipi picked tight shiny tights with glitter and spikey domes down the side, suitable for miss six years old, we called them her stripper pants… classy!

Now Kiwi phones to run any clothing picks the girls make past me. He’s says, “Well that’s what they wanted” gotta laugh. The girls wore the items until one day neither could be found. The bonus of me being the chief cook and bottle washer, ugly clothes can just disappear…

Then be replaced with pink boots and pink tights picked by mum ❤️

Suz x

 

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