Because I can ...

Don't know if anyone noticed, but I managed to get around a fair bit this weekend (not like that). Over the course of the weekend, I read and tried to catch up on each and everyone on my bogroll...and some that are not on my blogroll too. I must recitify that. I have a list on my IE Favourites that I try to visit regularly too, and then I forget to update my template so the rest of you can drop by if you want to. Besides all the reading, I also did a fair amount of swearing. I swore as I cooked my french toast on Saturday morning - "Bloody Hell!!" ...cos I burnt my little finger on the side of the frying pan (you'd think I'd know how to use kitchen utensils at my age). I swore after I hung out the washing, and then the rain came down (of course it did, it always does when I bother to hang it outside as opposed to be lazy and throwing it through the dryer.) "Bloody bastard weather!" I swore when I received a PXT message from my brother....a photo of my ne

Today's post is about...well...I don't know. Ya see, I'm sitting here trying to come up with something interesting for you to read. I'm thinking sex. Sex sells. Sex draws in the readers....maybe not for commenting though, because as we all know, there are SO many people out there that like to look at sex and read about sex, but would not like anyone else to know they're looking at or reading about sex. We know who you are. Well, ok, we don't, and that's the whole point isn't it?...but we know you're out there...the cyber world is abundant with saucy trollops and drooling stud muffins aplenty. I believe I've just said the word sex so many times, that should get me several million hits from google, msn and yahoo search engines. Sex is something I've been without for a while now. It's something that I can take or leave at times....other times (especially like first thing every morning), I can be climbing the walls and wanting to rip my toen

Thought I'd rush in here to put up a post before I grab some lunch...spend some time with Walker discussing flight times...get dinner organised early...tidy up the mess I left this morning before work (looks like a wirlwind swept through my house)...and go back out the door to watch (read: chase a toddler on the sidelines) of a softball game tonight...hoping to get some pictures, depends on the agility of the todder. Went to the Celebration of the Arts at the College last night. Some of you will know that Cameron was performing his drumming duet with his mate. It was fabulous...the boys had changed it just slightly...and I tried to take a video of it with my useless camera. My camera wasn't really THAT useless, but the inbuilt microphone was so sensitive that there was a lot of vibration involved in the finished product and most of it sounds like a bloody great big racket. (Oi...I know what you're thinking.) I was blown away by the talent of what I saw. I sat through p

I had a lovely weekend with my sister and brother in law. My brother in law is a machine around the property. Since my last visit he's finished off the paving out the front of the house, completed some paving to the side of the house and knocked together all manner of new bits and pieces. It always makes my jaw drop when I turn up again to find something new has sprouted or been completed. I've been living in my house for over 15 years now and it's still not finished. There's so much to be done, I have no idea where to start, but visiting these two gives me inspiration to do something, even if it's just trying to tame my garden. That's a hell of alot of taming in case you were wondering. This is a picture I took at the front of the house....it was such beautiful weather that each mealtime found us out here at the table chowing down. These two have 15 acres of land, over 3000 apple trees, and my brother in law has several containers (you know, like the ones that

I've just been out. Picked up another book that Walker and I are about to start reading to each other (Going Postal - Terry Pratchett). I was sitting at the mall, eating lunch with Cameron (Ryan chose to stay at home) and then it struck me. The date today....24th of October. Today is the anniversary of the day I left Canada. A year ago today is the last time I saw Walker in person....the last time we made love (in person lol)...the last time he held me tight and made my knees go weak when he kissed me. I have a vivid picture of him leaning against one of the stands in the security area at the airport watching me go through the ritual of pulling my laptop out of it's case, emptying the contents of my carry-on backpack etc. He stayed with me...my head against his chest, his arms wrapped around me as we slowly shuffled along the lengthy queue....until he couldn't go any further, and I couldn't turn on my heel and go back. I blew him a kiss and waved. I smiled, then turned

Last night before I ran off for dinner I spoke to Walker on the headset and suggested that depending on what plans he had for the following afternoon, perhaps he would like to ring and wake me up *wink*. "Keep in mind what time I'm waking up these days though ok?" ... "Yeah, I know 6.30"... "Cool...better dash...hope to get to talk to you first thing in my morning" . Let's face it, after the post I wrote yesterday, I needed some tension relief. I needed to shake myself off and get rid of that "OMG, GIVE ME THE VALIUM!" mood, and what better way to do that, but with a good hot steamy love session with a few explosive orgasms at the end of it??. Worked for me. 6.30 - No phone call. 6.45 - I pick up the phone and listen, to check that it's still working. 7.00 - I'm thinking. Hm, he's forgotten about the daylight saving thing, so I should expect the call in about 30 minutes from now. 7.30 - I've gotten outta of bed, been for a

I feel like I can't stretch myself thin enough at the moment. And let's not even talk about the thin and fat issue cos that would sink me to the depths of despair. I've a friend who's recently been through surgery and I haven't had the opportunity to visit with her at home while she recuperates. I'm going out for dinner this evening with another close friend who I haven't had the chance to see for a couple of months. I feel knackered and don't want to go out, it's cold and windy, but I'm going...because I know once I'm out there, I'll enjoy her company. My house is a bombsite. Piles of clean washing to be folded...the ironing board and iron seem to be permanently out, the kids exercise and workbooks for school are taking over the top of my wall cabinet. At least two of my plants have died from neglect. I'm not the world's best housekeeper by any means, but even with my lowly standards I'm feeling overwhelmed. I haven't see

Cameron is coming to the end of his NCEA Level 1's. This time of year is when all the big assessments and exams begin. Last night was part of his music assessment. Depending on the performance he can build up extra credits to the total he's already obtained so far this year. Part of last night's assessment was to play in front of an audience. It was a fairly informal gathering, mainly parents and siblings of those taking part. Only around 60 or so people, and it was held in the rather large staff room at the college. He had to give a solo performance as well as a group performance. I had heard him practice maybe twice (if I'm lucky) at home, so I had no idea what was going to happen. I felt nervous on his behalf. And although I have plenty of faith in my son's ability on his chosen instrument, I felt without the time and effort put in, he'd possibly crash and burn. I sat down thinking "Why does he always think he can just sit down behind that kit and it'

I've just spent the good part of half an hour in the supermarket trying to find Cameron's preferred deodorant spray. I stood in the personal hygiene aisle trying to sniff various mens anti-perspirants...to the point that I think I've killed my sense of smell. Why do manufacturers of items such as these, insist on changing their packaging so bloody often??! I stood there spraying tiny squirts into a few of the caps that I pulled off the shelf trying to find a match. A shopper cast me a sideway glance....I guess if every deodorant shopper did the same as I was doing, others would find empty cans left on the shelf. Deodorant is a necessary part of everyday life right? Not to mention it can be an expensive one. Keeping that in mind, there was no way I was going to walk away with something I thought Cam would never wear. So, I guess my little squirting episode this morning could be seen as theft...if we weren't talking stink here, that 'squirting' word could give th

I heard on the radio news the other day that a doctor down south refuses to prescribe any of his female patients with any type of contraception due to his religious beliefs. He's Catholic. He's written to at least 50 of his female patients telling them he can't and won't prescribe pills/condoms etc, and that having a baby is something to be celebrated (or something to that affect). Ah well, guess his female quota of patients is gonna drop eh? Reading my monthly copy of the NetGuide yesterday, I came across this article: "A new condition: Blog Depression. Blogging can be fun - but the pressure to keep updating it each day can get overbearing. No wonder there is a new mental condition affecting bloggers. It has been coined "blog depression". Sufferers explain the condition, warning signs and steps that can be taken at this site . Sufferers find themselves "disillusioned, dissatisfied, taking long breaks, and in many cases simply closing up shop".

It's that time of the week again....cheating repost time. I have copied and pasted the below post which was originally written sometime earlier this year. As I mentioned last week, I'm taking weekends off, so this will be up for the rest of the weekend. It'll give you plenty of time to think of an answer. So without further ado...here it is. ***** On the car radio one morning, the DJs were talking about various subjects, as they do…and Polly brought up something that made me start thinking. She said that she’d read somewhere about what a couple of people had said were their ‘moments’ in life. They were asked if there was any particular moment in life that they remembered that they’d like to play over again. One was a New Zealand Olympian who’d won a gold medal. She said there has been nothing akin to the feeling she had when she was standing on the podium and hearing NZ’s national anthem being played. The euphoria and pride she felt was indescribable and that is the feeling

So I listened to this lady's voice one afternoon....she sounded normal, sane...like me(?)...I pushed the appropriate button and sent her a message. Something to the tune of how boring the men were and I was getting tired of listening to the same messages over and over and would she like to chat? We sent a few messages back and forth and eventually she gave me her phone number and I rang. Over the next several weeks we spoke almost every day. About nothing, everything, anything. It wasn't unheard of for her to be doing the hoovering while I was watching tv or fixing dinner etc....sometimes they'd be no talking...just tv sounds alongside hoovering sounds. I was forever watching the country music channel (yes, you heard it right here people, I happen to like country music, keep your thoughts to yourselves thankyouverymuch)....she gave me as much grief about that as she did about the pair of jandals (flip flops) I had in the back of my closet. For some reason they offend her, s

Seeing as we've been talking about some of my sordid past recently and I'm in a funky kinda mood, I'm going to elaborate and write how I came upon some of that time of my life...those people, those situations...suffice it to say, I learnt an awful lot about myself. Years ago (7 being a good number) a good friend of mine picked up the phone extension in her home to dial out and found her daughter was already on the phone...listening to a recording. Daughter hearing that mum had picked up the phone, hung up in a hurry, but it was too late, Mum still had the connection open, her jaw hitting the ground. Her daughter had been playing around on a free phone "chat" line. This is basically how it works. You ring the number (one for men, a different one for women), a recording answers...follow the prompts and eventually get to listen to voices of men (or women) or all ages leaving messages for you to answer. If you choose to respond to someone, you pushed the right nu

It's that time of the month again. You know? That time? I know this because my breasts are sore, my body feels exhausted, and I'm ready to climb the walls today with the need of a good romping steamy session. I also know it's that time because there are horrible words jumping out of my mouth and my stomach has a knot in it that makes these words come about. It sends a signal to my brain. Stomach: "Yo, Brain! Stomach here...it's time." Brain: "Time?" Stomach: "Yeah you know, time to get nasty." Brain: "Nasty? Why?" Stomach: "Because it's time, that's why! Every part of the body is pissed off right now, you gotta make sure you're sending them all the right information ok?" Brain: "Oooooh...that time." Stomach: "Hallelujah....you finally get it." Brain: "But she's feeling really horny right now...I'd rather go with that." Stomach: "No no nooooo!...Don't you see? Al

An 87 year old lady passed away a couple of weeks ago and one of our patients (Mrs S) came into the surgery last week, asking me if I knew her. I told her I did, but not very well. Mrs S went onto say that she didn't much like going to funerals and made a point not to attend them these days. Due to her being a close friend of the family, the departed's daughters had convinced Mrs S to go. Well Mrs S, came away from that funeral feeling quite bouyant. The lady didn't want a morbid sad funeral service and had told her family she wanted it to be like a party. They'd respected her wishes, and the guests had a wonderful time. They had balloons and streamers and upbeat music etc. It was a total celebration of her life. The tears shed were in memory of laughter and fun times they had shared with her. Mrs S is a character all of her own, she's 83 years old. She dyes her hair orange, wears bright colours and has a sassy attitude to match. I can't help but be

I've decided that on the weekends I'm going to drag up some of my old posts, from way back there at the beginning, and repost them. I've also decided I'm going to take a break from writing at the weekends. With summer coming up and softball season starting I'll have less time to blog. I'm not playing this season, but will still be involved, in a small, angelic, 18 month, curly-haired kinda way. Oh, and one more thing, I may not be writing anything for the weekends, but I'll still be reading. I have to read. Missing out on what you lot are up to would leave me sleepless at nights wondering what's going on in your lives. And we all know what I'm like without sleep right? Yep..nasty. Like, "OMG, get the fuck away from me" nasty, and 'pulling-your-bottom-lip-over-your-head-painful' kinda nasty. So, to preserve the sanity of those nearest and dearest to me, I'll still be reading you. (They'll be SO relieved!) Right, here's my

I'm going to write one more post this week about my ex-husband and his drinking/driving habit, and then I'm done for a while. (Rewind my life back 7 years.) Both of us played softball for the same club. Which wasn't such a bad thing when it came to who's weekend it was with the children because it meant that regardless of which parent they spent their weekend with, they always got to see both of us at some stage. It also meant I could keep a discreet eye on his drinking. One time when it was his weekend with the children, I watched him drinking at the clubrooms...I knew he'd gone well over the limit. At one point I even went and sat down beside him...he KNEW why I was there, and it had nothing to do with the small talk we were making. It's possible that this fuelled his resolve to do whatever he wanted, that it was none of my business etc...he continued drinking. If his girlfriend had not been drinking I never would've said anything. But as it was, she

*Ring, Ring* "Hello?" "Hi" "Where are you?" "At the police station" "Oh...right...Are you ok?" "Yes, just feeling very foolish...Can you please ring this lawyer" (reads out the name and phone number of a lawyer from a list the cops had given him.) "Now??" "Please." Ex-hubby secured the vehicle and left the scene (yes I know you already know that). He walked up the street toward home. In the back of the car, behind the driver's seat was a six pack of beer. It'd been there for several weeks already, and he chose to use this night to take advantage of it. He took a couple of cans, made sure others saw, and wandered up the road toward home drinking. See, he figured, once he got home, if the cops came pounding on the door, he could then answer it with the can in his hand thus proving he had alcohol in his blood...which was supposed to throw their accusations of drunk-driving out the window. Pfft. During

Morning :) I had the most wonderful start to my morning today. I rang Walker at 6.30am my time, he was still in bed...how perfect was that for me? A number 10 perfect, that's what. Needless to say I'm purring now. But, you don't wanna know about that, so best move onto something else that won't make you utter "Eeew, you dirty skank" at the screen. Before I start my post today, I thought I'd do a bit of blog pimping and whoring. You know...promoting someone else's blog and my own. I figure if I do both in the same post, it kinda cancels out the desperate neediness I feel for my own. Kinda. Sorta. Yeah ok, it doesn't. First up, unless you're still living in the past, we're in the midst of a new week (it's Wednesday on this side of the globe). This means the Clix counter has been renewed, so your vote would be much appreciated, thanks. Just clicking on this link will register your vote, you don't have do anything else. Se

Due to the fact that I'm at a loss as to a blog subject today, I shall pick on my ex-husband again and write about him. One of the good things about ex's are they're great blogger material, and they're no longer here to defend themselves. Yes! My ex-husband is a good man...he's become a good father and Dad to his sons, and he's an extremely intelligent man...but....he can do some god awful dumb things...dangerous and stupid things. The kind that made me want to lodge a meat cleaver in his brain for having such dumbass moments. As some of you may be aware, my ex drank and drove on a regular basis. It didn't matter how much I offered to pick him up or if I suggested he should perhaps stay the night at his mate's instead, he always made his way home. Ok, let's face facts about staying the night at the mate's thing...I certainly would've preferred he stayed away after a night out drinking up large, he wouldn't have to drive home and I co

I've taken the day off due to Cameron having an EEG this morning at the hospital. He's been having some strange eye 'thing' going on for a few years now (I KNOW..a few YEARS! ) and although he'd mentioned it occasionally, he'd never really given me any great detail and I figured it was due to malnutrition or whatever, cos I can be such a bad mummy when it comes to providing nutritional sustinance for my offspring. The last thing I wanted to do was hear the pediatrician tell me it was my fault he was like that. So I did nothing about it. Ok, that's not the real reason, I guess I put it down to a variety of things, none of which I can think of right now, but they seemed justified at the time. It wasn't until he said earlier this year "I used to think that maybe everybody had those black clouds flashing across their eyes every other day or so..until I asked some of my mates at school". I was like "EH?!" . That's when we went into a l