RMTT #13 – Random Facts Edition

by | Dec 2, 2010 | Proust Questionnaire | 3 comments

In the beginning, my blog was going to be about the writing. Like a self-produced short film to the actor, I thought the blog would be the ideal way to showcase my writing and get some recognition. I would write about my journey through motherhood because being a mum to very young children is all-consuming and frankly, I have forgotten the world that exists outside this little family. No, that's not true but I am sufficiently out of touch as to be completely unqualified to talk about it – 'it' being anything that doesn't involve the two little creatures I grew in my very own guts.

So, I would write about being a mum to my kids openly and honestly. I wouldn't hesitate to reveal myself in my posts but, I thought, I would protect my kids or the other people I discussed. I'd use aliases and I wouldn't put up photos. I was reticent to expose my kids in any way.

But then I started to read a few blogs. And some things became clear.

  1. A text-exclusive  (or text-intensive) blog is heavy going for the reader
  2. A text-exclusive blog that's about a family in which the reader never gets to see the family prevents the reader from making a true connection
  3. My favourite blogs are absolutely the ones whose journey is shared through a balance of well-written text and great photography

I thought about it for a while and slowly started introducing photos – firstly, of myself (with bad day hair and whatnot). And then, cautiously, my family. I still have some reservations about it but ultimately, I like my blog the way it is now. I hope you do, too.

Anyway, it got me thinking that we've never really been properly introduced. So, over the next few weeks, still with some caution and trepidation, I will attempt to introduce the key players. And then, maybe I'll collate some of my findings and move it to the "About" section.

So today, on Random Mumma Thoughts Thursday, I should start with myself. Give you some random facts about me, The Little Mumma. So I have taken the liberty of giving myself a Proust Questionnaire as seen on the back page of Vanity Fair magazine each month.

Name: Angie aka The Little Mumma

The Little Mumma before she was one...
What is your idea of perfect happiness? Family, luxe tropical surrounds, perhaps a cheese platter and a cheeky drop of Sav Blanc – and dancing

What is your greatest fear? Pre-kids: my own personal safety being compromised by someone/something  Post-kids: the safety of my children being compromised by someone/something.

What is the trait you deplore most in yourself? Procrastination. JUST DO IT.

What is the trait you deplore most in others? Arrogance and pessimism.

Which living person do you most admire? Naomi Watts (it's the actor in me – she's gutsy).

What is your greatest extravagance? Clothes for my kids.

What is your current state of mind? Impatient.

What do you consider the most overrated virtue? Purity.

On what occasion do you lie? Daily to my kids. I call it 'negotiating'.

What is the quality you like most in a man? A sense of humour.

What is the quality you like most in a woman? A sense of humour.

Which words or phrases do you most overuse? Fuck. Fuck. Fuck Fuck Fuck.

What or who is the greatest love of your life? The father of my children – which I think is clever of me.

When and where were you happiest? Each time I discovered I was pregnant. Oh man, B and I were bouncing of walls.

Which talent would you most like to have? To be able to draw/paint.

What is your most treasured possession? My family photos.

What do you regard as the lowest depth of misery? To be utterly alone in the world. That or grocery shopping with two small children.

What is your favourite occupation? Actor.

What is your most marked characteristic? My colourful language.

What do you most value in your friends? Their willingness to go dancing with me.

Who is your favourite hero of fiction? Atticus Finch.

Who are your heroes in real life? My mum. Mums in general.

What is it that you most dislike? Apathy.

What is your greatest regret? Letting fear hold me back.

How would you like to die? Peacefully and free of disease.

What is your motto? It's never too late to live your best life.

Now if that was all a bit high falutin' for you, a couple of other random facts……

  1. I have webbed toes.
  2. I am freakishly tall – for an eight year old.
  3. My language is – and I mean really, really is – truly appalling. I can't help myself…or don't want to.
  4. One of my major life goals is to be able to do the splits again.

And finally….. As you may have read previously, I have started going to the gym again. I am LOVING it. So much more than I ever did when I had all the time in the world to go and wasn't operating from under the fog of exhaustion. But I wonder if I love it too much. I know I sing out loud and smile like a crazy person. I may or may not have given a fist pump here and there while running on the treadmill. I think I might be morphing into this guy….


The weekend is almost upon us. Hurrah!

Hello friends


I’m Angie!  I mum. I write. I wife. My husband would say this is the correct order.  He’s so neeeedy. I live with my family in Melbourne, Australia, where I complain about the weather for 90% of the year – but I can’t imagine living anywhere else. Except maybe in Lake Como, waving to my neighbours George and Amal each morning.

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  1. MJ

    1) Appalling language? I really, REALLY don’t think so, lovely. I have an annoying tendency to spot bad spelling/grammar and typos from a mile away, yet you’ve never once fallen prey to my judgemental ways.

    2) If you do happen to morph into Brad Pitt one day, call me. I’m only a plane ride away.

  2. Angie aka The Little Mumma

    1) Oh Mad, I wondered if that would be misunderstood. Appalling language = wharfy/ sailor/ trooper. I agree, my grammar is impeccable. 😉
    2) Ha!

  3. mamabake regina

    appalling language…oh hooooo i got it alright! girl after my own f***** heart…

    possible tourettes? me. yes.

    shit i owe you an email don’t i? i’m getting there…


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