Tuesday, October 06, 2009

*gasp* Who IS that masked font?

This far down the track, it's sometimes hard for me to remember where Dan and I came from. Not in the "Who am I?" or "What is my purpose on this earth?" kinda way you understand...but of how we met and how much that totally spontaneous meeting unexpectedly affected both our lives and the lives of those around us.

It's been over 3 years since Dan stumbled across this blog, and almost 3 years since we actually met in person for coffee. Next February it will have been 3 years since I told him I was in love with him.

Don't panic...this is not going to be a post filled with sunlight and rainbows, extolling the brilliance of the above-mentioned man and all he means to me.

Would I do that to you? I mean to say...this is the first time I've put font to screen in over 4 months, do you really think I'd come back and get all gushy/mushy on you? Nah...that'd make even me wanna gag.

The fact of the matter is...that it HAS been such a long time since I had the time or bothered posting anything on here, that it made me think back a bit to when I was actually writing every day...and then well, t'was like the thought association game thingy, blah blah blah...and before you know it...a bit of nostalgia crept in like a young child sneaking around on Xmas Eve...little shit.

ANYWAY...I'm here for the moment. It's been a good/bad and sometimes even ugly 4 months of absence, but always laced with large take-out cappuchino and larger laughs, so nothing lost. Except words on here of course haha.

Almost lost my father in April. My God, I don't think I've ever felt so horribly desperate for anything before. Keep meaning to write about that, but well, got no excuse, just been lazy and still thinking about it now gives me goosebumps of dread. Suffice it to say, he's doing well these days and back to playing golf.

Almost lost myself in June...ok *sheepish* rather dramatic...didn't lose myself, almost or otherwise, but did end up in hospital (courtesy of my diseased gall bladder, pah) and that's where my relationship with Dan moved up (or down) to another level. While he kept vigilance alongside my hospital-bedded arse, he got to see me perform in splendid glory...yeah, he watched me vomit AND wet the bed at the same time...lucky man. THEN he got the major privilege of standing in the toilet cubicle holding up my IV bag while I pee'd. Did I not just say how lucky he was!?? Too bloody right, I don't just let anyone see me pee ya know...I reserve that for very special people.

At this point in time, I'm on the South Island...Dan is at work, I received no dictation files to type up for my friendly neurologist and thus, here I am.

You know, so often I have posts pop up in my head. Honest to God! No lie! I really do! I hear, see, say, feel, smell and taste even, a post or a good meaty post subject and then unceremoniously let it wither away due to lack of time or energy reserves.

Amazing really, I've had this blog for um..er...*counting on fingers*...almost 5 years now...and you'd think that after such a decent sabbatical (and let's be honest, I've been totally crap at being regular this year [although thanks to high fibre, I'm very regular in other areas of my life]), you'd think I'd have got out of the habit of even thinking blog-wise wouldn't you?

But no, those subjects and anecdotes still pop into my head...I feel the need to write stuff, stuff in my head that needs an outlet purely because I miss writing on this page...my page...and regardless of anyone reading it or not I really wanna do it, alright? (Must stop arguing with self...others may think am nutso...oh, too late?  Ah well, that's cool, always wanted to be seen as nutter - feels very liberating).  Cos you see, for the longest time I've been a lazy arse prat about blogging.

Let's see if I'm able to strong-arm myself into changing that somewhat.
Thursday, June 04, 2009

Airport Shmairport

I hate this day.

You'd think after 18 months of flying up and down the country every month, that eventually you'd get used to saying goodbye...that you'd practically be ho-hum about it all...but you don't.

Well, I don't anyway.

One day I'm hoping the only goodbye I'm saying to Dan is when we leave the house for work each day...knowing that we'll be saying hello again in person, at the end of the shift.

I hate this day *sigh*
Wednesday, June 03, 2009

Future Developments?

I'm down south in Christchurch at the moment. Dan's at work and my new boss is away for 6 weeks, cycling through Italy I believe, so I don't have any work to do.

In fact, this morning I've done nothing except lounge around on the sofa, watch an action movie on the telly, eat stuff that's bad for me, and think about how much I want sex. I'm wondering if I'm turning into a man.

When that flowed off my fingertips it sounded too good to worry about the whole PC thing, so, what the hell.
Wednesday, May 06, 2009

I was...

...sitting here at my desk this morning with not much to do and realised something. I could post if I was of a mind couldn't I? Could I? Yeah, why the hell not? Lawd, do you know that it's been so long since I've actually posted (not to mention come into my own blog page), that I had to sit here and remember HOW I get back into blogger to do said posting? I honestly had to think hard about that.

Anyway, I'm here. I've been busy as you all have probably been. For the last couple of months I've been doing an extra job...from home...which is ideal, but quite demanding and very time consuming. The fact that I'm here this morning is only due to my new boss being at conference yesterday. I've taken on a medical typing contract for a neurologist. This has been an interesting and somewhat eye-opening endeavour for me. And it practically takes up all the hours that I'm not at the medical centre. BUT, it suits my purposes for the moment. I don't want to leave the medical centre, yet I do need to work full-time, and doing it this way is perfect.

That is, as long as I can figure out what the hell he's saying in his dictation. This is all done digitally. He records files on his PC at his end, then emails them over to me etc. Good fun, or not sometimes. When I'm down south with Dan, I drag my laptop with me and continue to work down there.

Unfortunately for my blog site, because of all this mad typing I've been doing to earn money, the last thing I feel like doing is actually type more by being on here. Thus, I've allowed my posting to slack off. As in the past, I have plenty to say, just not so much time or the inclination to be saying it *sigh*

And speaking of slacking off...that is what I'm going to do now...this is going to be in the form of me throwing a shitload of junk into several boxes, all in the cause of trying to empty out Cameron's room. Cameron won't be leaving home any time soon it seems. Next simesta he will have so much going on at Uni that he'll be unable to work at all, so the decision's been made for him to hang around. BUT in the meantime we are going to overhaul his bedroom and make it more comfortable for him to study in. That kid has SO much crap in there, I'm going to put it all in boxes and he can go through it later.

Right, must away. I hope all is going well in your lives, and next time I get the opportunity I shall come by and have a quick read about what you've all been up to!

xx
Saturday, February 14, 2009

Hardening Up

On Thursday I saw one of our regulars get out of the car and thought "Oh God, I DO hope she doesn't bring that bloody noisy little dog in with her today". It had been a frantic, loud morning and the last thing I felt like dealing with were other patients complaining. It's hardly healthy standards to have an aminal inside the medical centre, but it never seems to stop this lady, she must feel that everyone loves her pooch as much as she does.

How dreadful do you think I felt when she came out of the doctor's office looking miserable, then burst into tears, telling me she'd had to have her 'baby' put down just before Christmas? Poor lady.

***

On the phone to Dan the other night:

Me: "I should probably blog again."

Him: "Yes you should."

Me: "But about what?"

Him: "About how great I am lol."

Me: "Yeah, but I try to keep my blog as factual as possible."


***

To those in the northern hemisphere: It may give you some comfort to read that last night I went to catch up with some old friends of mine. Well not that part, but the fact that I was wearing a hat, scarf and gloves because it was so damn cold! I even went to bed wearing winter pjs. In FEBRUARY! Pah. That'll teach me for harping on about how much I thought I was going to melt in the heat recently.

***

And to finish off, I wish you a very happy Valentines Day. I hope you all have/had a wonderful day with your loved ones. I don't particularly believe in Valentines Day, I know some of you know this about me...I feel there should be no one day of the year that we concentrate on, to show our feelings to those we share our hearts with.

I'd also like to go on record as saying, that despite what I wrote above, not only is Dan great, but behind closed doors he is positively magnificent! So, for you my darling, I send an extra special dose of kisses (and gropes) to the South Island *smooch*
Sunday, February 08, 2009

Still Breathing

Am feeling very dissatisfied with life in general at moment. Can't seem to make any major decisions about where I want to be in my working career, or even where I want to live. I have far too many options available to me. I guess that's better than having no options at all.

The boys are doing well. Ryan's leg is getting better and better as you'd expect, and he's now working for his father. Not entirely sure WHAT he's doing there, but happier that he's not at service station any longer. He went into town yesterday for the first time, independently, no crutches...came home limping and looking grumpily frustrated. To be expected. BABY STEPS DAMN IT! They always think they know better.

Cameron and two mates are spending weekends looking at houses to rent (in between sleeping and socialising). Obviously we all knew it was going to happen, and have been preparing myself for void for 19 years now. Regardless of mental and emotional preparation, can still see self weeping uncontrollably and clinging on day he finally leaves *sigh*

Dan has been and gone from Wellington. He has also now found himself some new digs to move into in a couple of weeks time. This last 'visit' would have been the longest we've been together straight...over 2 weeks...couple of hiccups, nothing major. I had rather stunning meltdown on morning of our departure from Christchurch. Yay me. No such cheering from Dan at time...very calm, slowly opened slammed-in-face-door, walked away. Made me feel like idiot. I was. (Incidentally, superb bedroom door...slammed beautifully.) Still love the man like crazy. Very grateful he still loves me.

You may have noticed I've changed my profile picture (kinda looks squashed, whatever). This is due to a co-worker who had trouble finding me on Facebook because of my previous photo...apparently I looked 15 years old. Those who know me in person, and of course on here, are well aware that I am certainly not a teenager. Sure, I may act like one occasionally, but no. (Am hoping new pic age is around 25.)
Saturday, January 24, 2009

The Cat That's Got the Cream?


Yes, yes, I'm still here. Maybe not as often as I thought I'd be at this time of year, but I'm here all the same ok? I've the iPod blasting in my ears, I'm comfortable and chances are I could rattle on for eons. Pull up a seat and feast your eyes upon my words for a change. Who knows? They could be the last you see of me for the rest of the year. Best make the most of it now, yeah? Thought so.

The MOST exciting news of the year for me, is the arrival of the beautiful and much awaited Payten. And my God, you shoulda been there to see it all happen...well, ok, not really...in fact I wasn't even there to SEE it all happen myself. As can sometimes happen, the wee babe just refused to come out of the purpose-made orifice and came into this world via emergency C section. (Already trying to avoid her Aunty Lisa I see.)

Last Friday (16th) I started off the day by attending Anna's midwife visit, checking out bodily functions were normal, making sure all was as it should be. Apparently all was. In fact, 2 cms dilated even. Well, well, well. What does this mean?? I'm thinking...maybe this is all going to happen within the parameters of the correct time frame for me? Afterall I was on a tight schedule, I had places to go, people to prop up, etcetera, etcetera.

After veto-ing coffee with my best mate Fi, I chose to spend the day with Anna, on a just-in-case premise, you know? I mean to say, how would I feel if she rang to say she was in labour and I'd only just sat down with my coffee and friend for a good natter? "Sorry Anna, you had your chance, I'm afraid I'm no longer available to you now. Cross your legs honeypie and I'll see you in a few hours time ok? Good girl" ??

You see my dilemma. (I really wish these people would get their priorities right and realise that it really is STILL all about me *sigh*)

Soooo....I spent the rest of my day timing contractions and trying not to frown. Can't have the labouring woman thinking part of her support system might be getting worried, or worse yet, is falling to pieces. To be honest, it wasn't the worrying bit that had me frowning on the inside. It was the "Oh God, she's in pain enough already and we are nowhere near the grand finale. How's she going to cope later? HOW AM I GOING TO COPE WITH HER NOT COPING??!"

Later that evening I sat in the birthing unit watching Anna going through one contraction after another...watching from this point of view, I have to say, I couldn't help but wonder what the hell is wrong with us women??! I looked at her stomach, thinking "We must be bloody MAD! What was mother nature thinking??!" Eventually I had hold of Anna's leg, her foot braced against my waist, staring at her...um...well you know *blush*....and I was mentally pleading for Payten to come out.

Anna couldn't have pushed any harder than she was. I could've given birth myself right then and there, I was pushing so damn hard alongside her. (Let's say a quick silent prayer for that not happening...no more babies for me thank-you-very-much). While I was busy begging and pleading silently, wishing Payten would hurry herself up and stop putting her mum through so much pain, I found phrases almost akin to something cheerleaders yell. "You're doing great, Keep going, that's it, good girl. Come on baby girl, we want to meet you" Obviously I didn't yell them out, although thinking about that now, I could possibly have supported other women in the delivery suite at the same time lol.

I can't describe the frustration I felt when Payten didn't appear during that time. But just because I wanted that to happen, doesn't mean it was going to. After more doctors checking and some quiet discussions on the side, it was decided that a c section would be the best option. Payten was starting to get distressed with all the messing about etc, so off they all went to theatre (and I mean ALL of them, there were actually 10 medical personnel involved).

On Friday 16th January, at precisely 11.52pm, Payten Grace entered this world. Isn't she just all levels of gorgeous-ness?! (Yes, I think she looks like her god mother too, thanks *proud smile*)


Judging by the picture at the beginning of this post, you can see that Jaimee is nothing but delighted to have her little sister in her arms. God, I LOVE that picture, it's my all time favourite and makes me feel like crying every time I see it *sniff*

I'm now in Christchurch with Dan. As you may remember I was waiting for Payten to arrive before getting on a plane south. Payten arrived on Friday, I booked my flight and flew south on Sunday. Dan's knee operation went so well on Tuesday he actually came home that evening. And here's me thinking I was going to have the house to myself....bloody doctors getting in the way of my life sheesh.

With Ryan's broken leg, Payten's arrival and Dan's knee, I've clocked up a fair few hours inside hospital walls lately. I've also learnt to walk at snail's pace. Which has kinda been quite nice compared to the pace that Dan usually rushes about...it's like his bum's on fire sometimes lol.

Today, 4 days later, Dan's driving again (he's such a smart arse)...which is just as well really...with all the driving around I've done in the last few days, not to mention him telling me to go right when I should've turned left...I could've shoved him out the passenger door a time or two (and yeah you KNOW you deserved it too) lol.

I brought my backgammon set down this time, thinking it could come in handy to take up some hours of immobility. It may as well stay here, I never use it at home these days. At one point Dan suggested we have a game...at the time I wasn't, um, really talking to him, but whatever. Whooped his arse didn't I? I mean, what did he expect...honestly?? Does he not know what got me addicted to the internet in the first place? (Not to mention the practise I got many years ago which is part of my 100 things lol) Yeah, I was laughing...on the inside of course, can't have him feeling too much of a loser. (I can SO feel egg on my face coming up at some point here lol)

Right, I'm outta here. The weather is steaming hot and windless, I feel like wearing my short nightie all day long, the restriction of normal attire makes me break out in a horrible sweat...you know, soon as you've had a shower you practically feel the need to have another? Blah.

I shall finish off quickly with my star of the month....Anna...here she is, the proud Mama with her girls. The fact that Jaimee's in her pyjamas is either due to the lateness of the hour she came into the hospital, or the fact her father was looking after her lol.

Sunday, January 11, 2009

Ready, Set, Go Baby, Go!

God I'm bored tonight.  Bored, Bored, BORED!

I have plenty of things I should be doing.

And earlier I was feeling guilty, Guilty, GUILTY!...because I haven't done half of the things I should've done today.

I did, however, buy a new handbag...so...yeah...you know that means the day is not a complete waste.

Someone told Anna she needs to have hot curry, hot sex and a bounce on the trampoline to get Payten moving into action.  I'm not sure that'd do it, but I'm willing to be a cheerleader for all three if it helps.  I am, if nothing else, happy to lend a hand in similar hours of need, so why not this?  Desperate times an' all that blah.

Obviously still no baby...obviously no flight south has been booked.

Dan said he loves Anna, and he'll love Payten, but if they get in the way of him having sex then "By God, there'll be all hell to pay!" lol

I won't say what'll happen if this prestigious event gets in the way of ME having sex...cos, well...strong words for innocent ears such as y'all have.  (Heads might even roll...but then that's only if we're lucky...oh, I mean eyes... eyes rolling.  I'm such a plonker *sigh*)

Did you know that the most common google hit on this page comes from the words "itchy fanny"...oh, and next in line is "what to say when cybering"...(can you lot not think of your own stuff?? Speak up, ya saucy devils!! Sheesh)

No-one can say I don't write smut anymore...look above...trampoline, sex, fanny and cybering...it's enough to make a person terribly exhausted *snort*
Wednesday, January 07, 2009

Payten Pending

I've got a couple of weeks annual leave coming up shortly, and there are several things I'd like to do with my down time.  Not the least of which will be flying south to spend some time with Dan after he has a knee operation on the 20th of this month.   I'm also hoping that at some point I'll be able to bring him back up here with me...this of course all depends on his follow up appointment and how soon they feel he's able to get back to work etc.

BUT...I won't be going anywhere until Anna's stomach shrinks with the much awaited arrival of Payten Grace. Once these two have parted bodily company, I'll be able to set firm plans in place.


Anna is due on the 19th but swears she will go into labour any day now. Jaimee was 4 weeks early, but we're obviously past that point and can't guarantee Payten will be early....but even so, Anna reckons she's had all sorts of niggles lately and that baby will be arriving very soon.

I do hope so, I'd like to book my flight down south. Whatever happens, I'm gonna be there for the delivery, so I must sit on my hands and be patient. I feel like I'm in limbo, so Lord only knows how Anna must be feeling lol.

Ryan went up north on the 23rd of December to stay with his girlfriend, Therese. After his accident we didn't think he was going to be able to spend the holidays with her, but she drove down, I drove up and we met somewhere in the middle to transfer him into her car. He thoroughly enjoyed himself up there, they were very happy to have him and he spent the time pretty much relaxing, socialising and recuperating.

I picked him up last Sunday, same place, same time, and he stood there with his arms open and kinda shuffled towards me. Think he was just showing off that he could put weight on his gammy leg, but I was more than pleased to see him, I had missed him dreadfully. He goes back to the consultant next Monday to check out his next move.

Cameron and I have been downstairs to the tenants for dinner twice in the last couple of weeks. Can't beat an authentic curry that seems to have taken hours to prepare...here's me hoping I'd be able to learn to cook this stuff, but I can see my patience wearing thin if I have to spend hours in the kitchen like she did. The husband said next time Dan's here, they will invite us down and he will love the curry so much he won't want to go home again lol.

With the holiday season and a skeleton staff, work has been quite mad...some days we've felt like we don't have enough staff to deal with all the visitors that need attention. Should be slowing down in the next two weeks hopefully. The last couple of days in particular I've felt quite low, bit draggy and slow. I got my BP read this morning and found that it was only 92/60...pretty damn low for me, but possibly why I've been feeling so drained. The heat won't be helping much of course.

I hope you've all had a great Christmas and New Year (or whichever version you celebrate in your house), and you're looking forward to a happy and healthy 2009 :)
Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Spontaneity and the Mess that Comes With It

In the last couple of weeks, I have been thinking about putting together a post to wrap up the 2008 year. I had great plans to talk about all the changes that have happened this year..you know, stuff that'd make you laugh, make you cry, make you go "oh my God Lisa!"...that kinda thing. I had planned to start writing this off and on, add bits and pieces to it over the days, and post it with grand finesse on New Years Day.

Well...*ahem*...much like everything else that happens around this place, it fell into the I'm-too-tired-it's-too-late-it's-too-hot-and-"OMG-I've-run-out-of-time!"-too-hard basket.

Yesterday, Cameron and I decided to have a party this evening. He had wanted to invite his mates around tonight anyway and was encouraging me to return to the orchard again like last year. I've decided to stay home because I'm overnighting at the orchard on Saturday (because I have to drive further north to collect Ryan halfway between his girlfriend's place and ours on Sunday) and I don't want to be driving up and back, up and back.

In the end I suggested he drag out the BBQ and invite his mates and I'd help with the food. In amongst all my suggestions and Cam's rolling eyes, I asked if he'd mind if I invited a couple of my friends. He was concerned about the two lots mixing. Sheesh. It's not like we've never seen teenagers before...we know how to keep our distance.

This morning I've cooked sausage rolls, whizzed up a pineapple lemon cheesecake, and I'm about to head back to the kitchen to whizz up some hummus (which we trolled through two supermarkets late last night to find some damn tahini "Two supermarkets in less than a day you've had me going through Mum!"...not a sign of the stuff, all sold out - seems every man and his dog is making hummus for today...hummus scratched off list. THEN...this morning I cleared a space in our fridge and found we already had some hahaha!) God I love my food processor at times like these.

Cameron is still sleeping. Typical. I can't complain about that, because he'll just say he never asked for any of this, and that I had taken it upon myself to add these extras...he'll say they would have been happy with pizza and beer. So my mouth has to remain shut *sigh* Do you know how difficult that is for me??!

The house is a mess...I want to take down the Christmas tree, but apparently it's bad luck to do so before the end of the 12 days of Christmas...who makes these rules?? I haven't showered yet, I still have to work this afternoon and I don't know if the BBQ even works after being stored in the back of the garage for two years. Chances are, we'll do the usual, and fly by the seat of our pants, thus waking up tomorrow morning thinking "Thank God that's over".

Just before I go back to the kitchen, I have to show you something I thought was a bit of a laugh. Cameron made a chocolate cake in a cup last night. True story! Threw all the ingredients into a coffee cup, shoved it in the microwave and voila! Cake-a-mondo haha.


Not a particularly great picture (and oh so lopsided), but you get the gist right? One of the ladies at work gave me the recipe yesterday and once Cam heard about it, he just had to try it out. We stood in front of the microwave last night sceptically watching the coffee mug go round and eventually the cake grew. Too funny.

You should try it...4 tablespoons self-raising flour, 4 tablespoons sugar, 2 tablespoons cocoa, 1 egg, 3 tablespoons milk, 2 tablespoons oil. Mix all together, put in a decent sized coffee mug and microwave for 3 mintues.

Right...hummus...quick tidy of house...shower...work. See ya next year!