A Favour To Ask…

by | Apr 16, 2011 | Little Life | 14 comments

Lovely, lovely readers of The Little Mumma. The universe is being especially awesome to me right now. I am positively brimful with gratitude.

You might have read on the Facebook page that LD and I successfully auditioned for a TV commercial. It took the producer/director/whoever a full week to make the decision and let us know. We were told we would know within days so by the time I got the phonecall saying, "Baby, it's you!" I had well and truly concluded that we had not been successful. Which was fine. Easy come, easy go. Where once acting consumed me and auditions meant EVERYTHING, now it truly is a bit of fun and some extra cash to pop into LD's bank account so that compound interest can work it's magic and be something significant when he turns eighteen and (hopefully) gets the hell out of our house.

But I was feeling a little down this week. We've been house-hunting due to our current landlord jacking up our rent to a truly astronomical amount and us being deeply disinclined to bankroll his greedy-fuck ways. So, I found THE house. The moment we turned into the street, before we set eyes on the actual building itself, I was in love. When we went inside the house, I was OBSESSED. I wanted to stalk the house. Hell, I did stalk the house, driving past it once or twice (okay, twice) during the week.

Most importantly, it passed my ultimate test. Did I want to bring our last newborn baby home to this place? Ooooooh, yes, I did.

But we got a phonecall saying our application had been declined because of our cats.

I was devastated. And confused. The online ad had not stated "No Pets", the house had a cat flap on the back door and the current tenants (actually the owners) had a dog. 

I called the estate agents and asked if there was some other problem. No, they assured me, it was just the cats. Yes, the owners had a dog but they preferred a tenant with zero fur.

So I was sad. And disillusioned with the universe. Yes, after seeing the house, I did say to the universe, "Universe, I love this house but I think maybe it could be too small in terms of bedroom size and storage. Universe, my judgement is clouded due to love. Please decide for us. I will trust your judgment." But after the phonecall, I was all like, "No, Universe! Wrong answer! Are you sure, Universe? Are you absolutely certain about this, Universe? And also Universe, we obviously didn't get the commercial we went for either. Why are you being so mean?"

And then, I shit you not, I got a call from the estate agents saying that the owners were rescinding their original 'No' and replacing it with a 'Possibly.'

And then, I got the call saying we maybe had the commercial, too.

I said, "Universe, you are one crazy prankster!"

So we got the commercial.  

Now I just need the house.

It was open for inspection again today. We went along. I still love it. And the bedroom and storage issues are actually not issues at all. 

If they don't get an application from a fur-free prospect, I suspect the place is ours.

This time, I will trust the universe (mostly).

So, to the favour. And I feel a bit cheeky asking for it since the universe is providing some serious awesomeness to this little family at the moment. But here goes.

I have entered The Little Mumma into a competition – Best Australian Blogs 2011. There is a People's Choice component and I am asking you most humbly (or not) to vote for me.

It's a quick process. It goes like this:

1. Click the blue box below.

2. You're now on a page with lots of writing. Don't worry about that. Look to the right at the big, fuck off blue and yellow box that says VOTE HERE People's Choice. CLICK that box!

3. Now you're on a page that lists all the blogs alphabetically. I'm under T. Look for –

* The Little Mumma – Angie Maddison

And then check that box because that's me!!!

4. Now you have to put in your name and email. Or maybe they ask for that before you do the voting bit. I can't remember….shit!

5. Whatever you do, don't forget to click the DONE button. This will be your final step.

You can only vote once so if this seems like a big hassle, just think, you never have to do it again! Until I enter another competition……

People's Choice Award

I am feeling so blessed, friends. If you feel like voting for me, that is icing. Truly.

I have some exciting things to share with you soon. Ways to thank you for your loyalty, for your comments and your amazing support.

To everyone who reads, you are changing my life. Yes, YOU. The success of this blog is a living dream for me. I love you guys.


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. Bilby

    Now that sounds like an acceptance speech 😉 All voted – GOOD LUCK!! xx

  2. Angie @ The Little Mumma

    Ha! You know what? I don’t rate my chances at all but a bit of exposure in order to maybe pick up some new readers would be awesome.

    Thank you for voting, lovely one!

  3. melbo

    Done – now to have a word to someone, anyone, about the house. I don’t see a button. We need a button for that. A button that says YES TO FUR.

  4. melbo

    … and you know what? Cats are no trouble and yet they let someone stay there with a dog. Mind boggling.

    The people here before us had a dog. We know because he chewed the crap out of some of the interior doors and left old bones and chewed up bits of rubber all over the yard.

    It seems the dog also fancied himself a bit of a civil engineer. He started an excavation for the new South Morang rail extension but his coordinates were way off and it came up on the other side of the neighbours’ fence, not outside the Westfield. No wonder he lost the contract.

    And they’re worried about CATS? Jayzus.

  5. jojomuir

    Voted for you – this is such a refreshing blog and love to read all the happenings! And as a fellow cat owner, I hope you get the house!

  6. Victoria KP

    Is THAT all you wanted? I thought you were going to ask someone to take your cat! 🙂

    You’ve got my vote!

  7. Angie @ The Little Mumma

    Thank you so much! I appreciate this more than you can know.

    And yes, fingers and toes for the house. 🙂

  8. Ladybird

    There you go. I voted. Little productive me. I never rememeber to do this shit!
    Now on the cats….I make a mean chow mein?
    No word of a lie I tell you – when I was in high school our local was done by the Health Dep’t and shut down for serving mowser. No word of a lie! Mmmmm tases like chicken….

  9. MJ


    As for the non-cat policy, WTF? I don’t understand how someone can okay a dog but not a cat. Dogs are so much smellier, I always know when I’ve set foot inside a home that has dogs. Not so with cats. Much cleaner creatures, even if they do shed fur like crazy… good luck! x

  10. Angie @ The Little Mumma

    Firstly, THANK YOU.

    And secondly, VOMIT. That is so, so wrong. Especially reading it at breakfast time….

  11. Angie @ The Little Mumma

    Thanks, love.

    I know, I know! But it’s actually the owners there at the moment and it’s their dog. I can kind of see their point – if I owned an investment property, I would be reticent to allow pets. You’re kind of opening yourself up to possible problems.

    But hopefully, they will see that we are the very model tenants with model cats as well.


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