Because I can ...

Waking up so early these past couple of weeks, has, as to be expected, had me retiring for the night earlier than usual. When I say waking early...I mean 5.30am early. Who the fuck wakes up THAT early unless they really HAVE to?? Not me. But recently it's becoming the norm. At first I'd lay awake, forcing my body to get back to sleep....eventually it became obvious that this was just not going to happen. So now I wake up at 5.30, get up, come check my blog comments and wander round my blog neighbourhood, reading you sleepily. I don't usually comment at this hour of the morning. I just read...this is my time...an uninterrupted teenage-free zone (let's face it, there aint no way they're going to be awake at that hour of the day is there?)....I read peacefully, feeling myself drawn into your homes, your lives. I'm transported around the world in a manner of hours through reading you...I read, and sip my coffee and think "I'll go back and comment on that

I saw this pic and it immediately made me think of Fizzy (but of course). I'm sorry Fizz, I just couldn't resist sharing this with you (course, there's a strong chance you've seen it already, but I'll take the risk). Please note: No duckies were injured in the production of these photos. I've had a pretty shitty week as far as work is concerned. I can't be naffed going into detail about it (although there's a chance you may get to read about it if I feel the need to spew it out). All I can say is...I hate office politics...hate them! After running around your blogs and commenting, this is what I'm going to be doing with the remainder of my time this coming weekend. And by the time Sunday night rolls around, and I'm feeling well rested, I'll be ready to do this again on Monday morning. One more thing....on the blog pimp front...the lovely Itisi , who has been known to comment here, and on Walker's blog, has caved in to the occasional nag

Yesterday I was listening to the car radio on my way to taking the boys to school. Grant and Polly (the DJs) have a 'series' that they do from time to time, it's called something or other "Jury". This allows people to write in, explain an iffy situation and then the question is put out to the listeners to either choose sides or say yay or nay. The situation of these scenarios (true ones, not pretend stuff) is to be resolved by the majority vote on how listeners think it should be resolved (ack, that's bad grammar, but I'm sure you know what I mean). The story yesterday: Matt and Paula meet, fall in love and have been living together for some time. During that time, Matt purchases a large plasma screen tv....on Paula's credit card....but Matt is making the credit card payments. Matt found someone else...he leaves. Now the split couple are fighting over who should keep the plasma screen tv. Most people that rang through to vote said that Matt shou

A very dear friend of mine has joined Blogspot. I had spoken to her a couple of months ago about writing a blog...she has so many great stories to tell. Last night Walker spoke to her on msn about writing blogs and whatever else (I wasn't there, this is all heresay via an email from her to me lol), and hey presto...her blog has been launched. He's a very persuasive man our Walker....or maybe we're just too shit scared not to do as he says? Just kidding dear, you know we all love you *mwah* Anyway...we all know what it's like when we first start off our blog journals....some of the best stuff is written when we first hit these screens. Unfortunately, not too many people swing by to see us in our early days. So, I'm doing a blog-friend-pimp thing this morning and giving a quick introduction of sorts for her. I could talk for a ages about all matter of things about this woman, but I won't....I'll allow her to blog it eventually if she wants to.....in other wor

"Lisa's Quilt Post Series, Take 3" *CLAP!* "Action!" After much thought, I decided to make this quilt to depict my children's background. Their heritage. The top part of it emcompasses the Irish side...this is their Dad. It was also more personal to those they know on their father's side of the family and those that have passed onto the other side. I actually wonder whether the top half became more prominent in a personal sense, because their Dad and I are now divorced, and I spent more time thinking about showing them that we were still friends, and that side of their background was still important to me. The quilt is upside down in this picture, so you can see the irish part of it at the bottom of the photo. This is the top sheet only, taken when it was still on the sheet on my floor. Each 9 inch block is made up of a piece of material that means something to them. There are clouds to represent their grandmother and the heaven she now resides in. Butt

After doing all the measuring and cutting and placing on the floor, jigsaw puzzle fashion, as mentioned in Friday's Quilt post ....I eventually plucked up the courage to dust off the sewing machine. The fact that I actually have a sewing machine could fool you into thinking that I have sewn previously and that there's a strong possibly I know how to use it efficiently. Not so. The sewing machine I have, was passed onto me via my older sister, who won a magazine competition and received a $4,000 sewing machine as her prize (along with classes showing her how to use it). $4,000!?? The car I was driving at the time wasn't worth that much! After a lot of swearing, numerous false starts and a shitload of wasted cotton, I finally got the tension right and away we went. I was ecstatic! I was actually sewing...with cloth and cotton, needles and pins...like a real sewer! I matched a zillion 3 inch squares together...sewed... .pressed .... matched....sewed....pressed....matched...an

Thank you so much to all that voted for Jessica. The voting line has closed now, and we won't find out until next Saturday whether she got through this heat or not. I'll let you know next weekend. I emailed the link of the below post to Jess, so she could see what I'd written about her. She commented. In case you missed her comment, here it is: "Thank you so much Sara for putting me on here,If you were here right now i'd give you the biggest hug. What you said about me was lovely. To those who have voted for me Thank You all very very very much. It feels amazing to think that people are willing to support me on my journey without even knowing me, and i appreciate that.Thank you Jess Wiel 07.24.05 - 12:00 pm " Thanks again everyone. You guys are the best! *mwah!*

This morning I sat down to watch telly as I ate my breakfast...french toast - I needed it after my conversation with Walker on the phone... hubba hubba . I rang him earlier but, alas, he was not home...thus I left a rather breathy message on his answering machine. Then I texted him and asked him to let me know when he put foot in the door. Apparently receiving a text at that time of the day from me, can mean only one thing...and from what I can gather, he basically moved heaven and earth to get home in a hurry. He rang me. Ah, life is good. Anyway, I digress....that's not what I wanted to tell you today...that was just to help you focus on my font and get your attention lol. My good friend Janet texted me last night to remind me that her daughter Jessica was to be on a tv show this morning. Course, I had to tune in. I try not to miss any type of performance by this talented young teenager. I will admit to sleeping through her singing at 7am to the breakfast crowd during the "

I've a good friend who makes quilts. She doesn't just make the occasional quilt...she makes lots of them...sometimes having 2 or 3 quilts on the go at one time. A few years ago I visited this friend and once again became in awe of the beautiful quilts she'd made....in awe of her patience...and in awe of the time and energy she put into said quilts. So...due to me sometimes having stupid ideas, and with my superior knowledge of quilt making (translated = screwed in the head)...coupled with my know-it-all attitude, I embarked on a journey I've never made before. Her: "Maybe you should try something small to begin with?" Me: "Nah, if I'm going to do this, I want to make something substantial, something that MEANS something " Her: "A cushion cover perhaps?" Me: "Pah, cushion covers are for nancies." Her: "Well, um, ok...Did you have anything in particular in mind?" Me: "You know...just something that's piss-easy

This morning I've been messing around on here trying to figure out how to bring you a funny video clip I saw the other week. Unfortunately, after a lot of swearing and blood pressure elevation, I can't show you the one I wanted to. However, I did manage to do some embedding and uploading and console measuring etc. After several false starts of "Your HTML code cannot be blah de blah-ed, because of blah de blah" whilst trying to publish the post, below is the result. Hope you're able to view it. (I've removed this video clip now because I think it was causing an error on my page, not to mention making it slow right down in loading. I don't think anyone's going to notice it missing now. I suspect all those that wanted to see it already have) With some of the temperatures I've been reading about on other people's blogs lately, I can imagine that seeing this young man with his beer stand in the middle of the street could be a welcome sight. Maybe n

I heard a song on the radio on my way home from work today which gave me a thought as to my post for the day. I'm hoping the song has loaded enough for you to hear it before the end of my post lol. As some of you may know, when I was away visiting Walker last October, I had a small butt problem (this post was written back when I was referring to Walker as "Canada"). In physical size it was very small....in pain terms it was huge . I have a low pain threshold. This makes me a big baby when it comes to any kind of pain that's happening to my physical being. You can imagine my utter despair at having to deal with such an event while I was on holiday and meeting up with the love of my life for the first time. How unfair is this? How could this possibly be happening to me? Did I do something in a past life to deserve this ??! In true superhero fashion, Walker looked after me, showering me with lots of tender loving care. He cooked, cleaned, made up bottles of saline for m

Went to a craft fair with Alice today. Was hoping to show you some of the extraordinary things I saw today, some VERY cool fishy stuff. Well, I mean, they were ornaments that you could hang on the wall. Made of copper. Like big flat copper fish, huge copper/stainless steel stingrays and sharks. Priced at around $6,000 for the big stuff (holy cow). There was one chap that had a company called Fork-Art....all his work had forks in different shapes and forms through it. I was paticularly taken with the metal 'nets' that were heated to look like hanging fishnets, and then the forks were bent appropriately and dispersed through the 'net' in various places to look like fish caught in the net. I took a photo, but unfortunately, it is sooo out of focus I don't know why I bother to take any bloody pictures at all! But, I'm going to subject you to it anyway, so you can get some idea of what I'm harp(oon)ing on about here *groan* There was also a painter (Rick Edmonds)

Ok, I'm annoyed. I've been going around reading your blogs and I can't comment on most of them, because for some reason Haloscan has gone tits up tonight! The other frustration, that happens to me quite often, is that I go to read your latest posts, but can still only see the one you did the day before. Pah. Oh, I had a go at the slut test, and this is the result: Hmm, I knew I wouldn't rate too highly, cos I'm such an innocent most of the time (I AM TOO!), but I can live with 57%. It gives the impression I'm somewhat of a wicked angel. I like that. When and if Haloscan gets it's act together...you can be sure to hear from me over your way.

I know I've said I've tried to bring my boys up so that they're self-sufficient, but the truth of the matter is, ever since my husband and I split, I kinda took over in the household department. Which means, they've basically not done anything since. They don't make their beds every day, they don't clean their rooms, in fact, I'd be stunned speechless if they actually put their laundry into the basket supplied in their bedrooms. When my ex left, the boys were 9 and 8 years old. As far as I'm concerned, that's on the borderline of becoming household helpers. They were helping in the kitchen, keeping their rooms tidy and occasionally doing vacuuming and setting the table for dinner etc. Now, here we are, almost 7 years down the track, and what I started to do all those years ago, has almost disappeared into the ether. In fact, I'll even go as far as saying, I'VE changing my household cleaning habits since then too. So much so, that these days,

These are two of the most recent photos I've got of my wee friend Jaimee. I took them a couple of weeks ago, while she was playing in the bath ( Anna had invited me over for dinner, prior to the rugby). My attempts to get one of her smiling were fruitless...each time I thought I finally captured one, the image would show that I wasn't quick enough and I had a lovely picture of her back of the back of her head. Darn kids for having so much energy and moving faster than my digital camera can snap them lol Jaimee is now 15 months old. She starting walking last month. She's still so little it's looks wrong to see her walking. She hasn't quite got the walking thing going properly...still doesn't bend her knees, so she's walking straight-legged, like a mummy. I've had a harrowing morning at work today...was abused a couple of times over the phone, and once in person. I had just enough time to get home, change and rush to meet Annette for a luncheon date we

Seeing as I don't have a scanner, I decided I would take a photo of the postcards I've received so far (hint hint, that's me hoping there's more to come lol). I did this in a hurry and unfortunately it's slightly out of focus, but those that sent these cards are going to recognise them. In no order whatsoever Peanut Queen (Florida), Butterfly (Ottawa), Samantha (Malaysia), Katya (while on holiday in Alaska), Fizzy (Leeds), RainyPete (Hamilton) and Denny (Texas). I took the photo with the cards propped up on my unmade bed. The fact that my bed is unmade helped me prop them up on a lump in the centre, so don't be giving me any flack about it being unmade (be pleased I decided not to take my slippers off and include them in the picture too, I'm so grateful for them, they deserve to be on film more than once). The fact of the matter is....you should all be feeling pretty damn excited that you were spread out on my bed this morning! If there are any more

Update on the bathroom: Ex came up the following day (wearing a back brace, he'd thrown his back out trying to fix it the day before...I'd forgotten how bad his back is...guess that's what happens when they're no longer living in the same space eh?....oops) with a pair of vice grips. The tap finally comes loose...washer's replaced...water turned back on....tap still drips...aaaaarrrrgggghhhh!!! Apparently the seat of the tap is stuffed. He's going to come back with a reseating tool and fix that at some stage. Reseating the tap is cheaper than replacing both taps, so we'll try this for the time being. And now that I know the hot water tap is no longer leaking and running up my gas account, I can live with the drip of the cold water side of things. I had actually snuffed the pilot light on the hot water cylinder on Saturday afternoon, so no hot water Sunday morning. I spent 20 minutes on the floor in the laundry, reading the instructions down the side of the c

Such a busy shift today...as is any Monday. This is the day that every man and his dog needs to come to see our doctors, regardless of whether they belong to our surgery or not. Every morning pre-schoolers come in to have their meningiccocal vaccines, there is always extra noise. A mum brought in her wee 1 yr old boy to see the doc, she had two other young children with her....she was holding the baby and trying to read a story to the other two youngsters....the baby was gripey and basically crying the whole time in her ear. She ignored him and continued reading...funny how we tend to shut out noises like this when we're used to hearing them. I couldn't stop myself any longer....I got up from behind the desk, went and basically severed the bubble of this family of four....and plucked that child right out of Mum's arms. He was beautiful...so tiny for 12 months old. Obviously I asked Mum if I could hold him...I didn't want her thinking I was grabbing and running off with

This morning I got out of bed full of motivation. The sun was the shining, birds singing, all that blah de blah, and I was feeling ready to go shopping. Not for anything of great magnitude, but shopping all the same. I need to buy a couple of new washers for the bathroom taps. For weeks the faucet has been dripping. Both taps come out the same hole, in case you were wondering why I went from plural of taps to singular of faucet (although I do believe they're one and the same thing...maybe I shoulda said pipe or something, who the hell knows). Anyway, it wasn't just dripping, it was coming out in a small steady stream. In my non-plumbing wisdom, and due to the fact that it didn't matter which tap I tightened, it would disipate the steady flow a little. That to me meant both washers needed replacing. I am still waiting for my sheepskin slippers...due to Alice travelling up and down the country, and nowhere near a shoe shop, not to mention, if she'd managed to buy t

I went to pick 15 up after school today. He didn't even see the car...walked straight past me. I was messing around in the glove box (as you do when you're bored and waiting....maybe there was something to eat in there? worth a look right?), so I almost missed seeing him as well. I figured with the weather being a bit on the naff side, I'd pick him up and take him downtown for the much needed haircut he's been asking for. Did this happen? Nope. My son, plus 3 of his mates piled into the car and all came home with me. How does this happen? Am I that much of a walkover? Do I have "soft-touch" written across my forehead?? I stopped at the store to pick up some diet coke...it's Friday night and I now have 5 teenage males in the house...the least I can do is dull the senses with some bourbon and coke. I must've been in the store all of 2 minutes. As I walked across the road, back to the car, I noticed they'd all been talking so much, the car windows we

One of the main reasons my marriage finally broke down was due to sex. Well, arguing about it actually. My ex-husband was forever complaining about our sex life. We didn't do it enough for him. He would continue to throw "We used to do it 3 times a day when we first got together". Of course we did...don't all new couples? Isn't that called the honeymoon stage where neither of you can get enough of each other? Can't keep your hands off each other? After yet another complaint from him, I recall yelling back "Why don't you go out and just fuck yourself stupid and then come home, because I've had a gutsful of this shit!". At that point, I really didn't care if he was unfaithful to me. I wanted the complains to stop. My ex husband was a fairly heavy beer drinker. To this day I still can't stand the smell of beer on the breath of a man that I'm in bed with. I can't bring myself to easily kiss him when I smell it. It turns my stomac

I've been thinking. "WHOOOP WHOOOP!" (that's the alarm bells I know you've got going off in your head right now.) Ok, where was I? oh yes....I've been thinking....yep, I've been wondering about a particular subject that has me a little stumped. I've chosen not to google this subject because I have nothing else to talk about today, so I'm going to blog about it instead, and you lot are going to comment about it. Do...You...Understand??! YOU are going to comment FURIOUSLY! (I am, if nothing else, a bitch that DEMANDS that you comment.) Love me, hate me...feel a whole lotta emotion or none at all.... but whatever you feel or don't feel, make sure you bloody comment. Right, now onto the subject. Let's talk orgasms . Let us not be afraid of this word...let's stand tall and speak about this without embarrassment....let us scream it out proudly to the world! (or neighbours even). I'll go first. *clears throat* Years ago, I didn't know

Went out for dinner for a few friends last night. This was to 'celebrate' me turning 40 last week. To be quite honest, I would've been happy to scrap the whole thing about dinner this week...I mean, it was last week, been and gone. I wasn't really in the mood, I was tired and grumpy. I'm ready to acost the postman because he hasn't brought me my papers from the bank yet, so the whole IRD/bank loan thing has become a waiting game. I just want it to hurry up and get it over with. Alice's birthday was 2 days after mine. I asked her the other night on MSN what she'd like for her birthday...and then told her what I wanted for mine. I want a pair of sheepskin 'ankle boot' slippers...my feet have been freezing the last few weeks. Warm woolly sheepskinned lined slippers sounded just the ticket. Alice asked for an egyptian ornament. Oh great..." Where the hell do I find one of them??...All you have to do is go to a shoe store" . So, she tells me