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Just My Imagination (Running Away with Me)

So, which version do you want? A mamby pamby, hooray, lovey dovey version? A hot steamy rendition that makes you warmly flushed? (it could help with you lot dealing with winter at the moment). Or a messed up day of people coming and going to the point where I couldn't think straight? How about I just give you the truth? First off (oh hush, I'm getting there, quiet down)...thank you all so much for your comments on my previous post. I really appreciated your support and kind words. I swear some of you were more excited than me lol. Nah, not possible. A few weeks ago, I had asked my ex husband to take the boys for the first two nights after Walker arrived. We needed some time on our own to get reacquianted and settle in. Course there was also the other. *knowing look* And what teenager wants to hear what's happening in his mother's bedroom? "Eeeewww, surely not THAT ?". You can imagine. So my ex, being a great supporter of all things sexual and possi

Around The World in 80 Minutes

I was sitting here this morning, thinking about how slack I've been at writing up something christmassy and all that blah blah. I know, YOU know I want only the very best for you all for the festive season and the new year...why do I have to keep bloody well saying it?? There were more pressing matters in my head....besides, christmas was yesterday....I am SO over that. But then.... I had an epiphany...it was sudden and came at me in the form of a blinding light (hmm, food for thought). I desperately needed to be part of everyone else's christmas too, not just mine. For an unknown reason I started listening to some rockin' christmas music in my headset and I was swept up by all the hype and hoopla...finally. What can I say?...I'm a slow starter...t'was a delayed reaction my friends. So, as it's now Boxing Day here in Kiwi-land, that doesn't mean that it has to be all over for me right? I aint a has-been....I just look like one. (Just kidding, I know I sti

In case you weren't aware....

I'm going to be having sex soon. The real stuff. No computer, headset or telephone in sight. Passionate...breathless...nail-digging...clothes-ripping...face-distorting....body-bruising..."Oh.My.God. I. am. ALIVE!!"....sex. Any one or any thing that attempts to get in the way of that happening will most definitely be hurt. My christmas present is arriving a few days late this year, but it's going to be well worth the wait. Cos I'm gonna be getting me a little somethin' somethin'. Actually, no....I'm gonna be getting me a LOTTA somethin' somethin'. Yes sireee, I am. My man , he cometh...and so too, will I. (heh) Is my house ready?....Nope. Is my body ready?....Hell Yeah. Yes...the earth is going to move. Yes...the angels will be a'singin'. Hark y'all. And Yes, I know you're all ecstatic I've shared this information with you. No...you can't have pictures. And now, onto less important news: Christmas Day will be upon Ne

The Calm Before Another Storm?

No whinging today, I'm feeling slightly more in control of my surroundings. This morning I woke at 6.15am. I was out of the door at 7.00am and walking around the supermarket aisles. I figured that time of the day would be perfect to get my food shopping done. There'd be barely anyone around, I could think clearly without extra noise of toddler tantrums and there'd be no major holdups at the check-out. It seems a lot of other people had the same idea. If I'd known that so many were going to be milling around shopping, I would've made sure I looked half decent. As it was I staggered around half-asleep in my slippers. I was however wearing some lovely gold earrings so I'm hoping that made up for the rest of my attire. When it comes to cheap gold, *pokes self in chest* I'm your woman...well, I mean, if it's gold, and it's cheap...I am SO there! Anyway, the majority of food shopping is done now, so I'm feeling better. Yesterday afternoon I reached th

Noise Control

I kinda feel Chrismassy, but to be honest I'm feeling more NO than yes right now. At one stage yesterday afternoon there were 6 teenagers in my lounge. I love that my children's friends feel comfortable visiting here. They tend to drop in without invitation, no announcement etc....I open the door and WA LA!...there they are. For the most part I enjoy their company. Most have been here several times before and have become relaxed around me. A couple are still a little uneasy in my presence. It's always good to instill a little bit of fear in somebody...bwah ah aaaaaah! lol I refuse to leave my lounge area to accommodate them specifically. This is my home...I'm part of the furniture here...that's just the way it is. Sometimes I'll choose that moment to sit down here with the headphones on, crank the tunes up and write a post. Just basically ignore them. It's like bumble bee strategy...you don't annoy them, they won't annoy you lol. [This broadcast has

Water Wings Anyone?

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I don't have much to say today. Actually that's not true, I have lots to say, I just don't have much time to say it. Things are rushing along at a great rate of knots. I think I've completed my shopping....I think I may still have my head above water....and I think I'm mastering the art of BBQ cooking. One thing I definitely know is I hate working with my newish snappy co-worker (I actually snapped back at her a couple of times myself this morning.) The fact that my new knickers were lodged up my bum all morning didn't help the situation...after speaking with a friend of mine, it seems that these knickers are supposed to do that. Who knew?! Obviously not me. I don't need to vent about my co-worker here today because I came home and used Cameron for my sounding board. He was trying to play some car racing game called "Burn Out" on the playstation, and eventually realised I wasn't going to stop ranting, so paused the game and actual

I'm a Barbie Girl...In A Barbie World

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I don't seem to be getting anywhere fast these days. The faster I try to move forward the more I appear to be running on the spot. I'm none too impressed with that I can tell you...I SO hate exercise of any kind. As some of you are aware I've recently purchased a BBQ. "Betty" (thank you Fred ) made her debut appearance last Saturday. One of my tenants was celebrating her birthday (she is so very pregnant at the moment), and Dad-to-be asked if I minded them having a BBQ that weekend. I told him once I got my one put together, they were more than welcome to use it (his father was going to drag his here for the event). Saturday comes around and there was a group of people downstairs sitting around outside while Alan used my grill. In the meantime I was standing up here on the balconey watching what he was doing and how he was doing it. Kinda sneaky, but necessary under the circumstances. I've never cooked on a BBQ before. Did you know that? Never had to do it, ne

This is where you put in the soap powder...

As we are all SO aware, it is THAT time of year. The time of year when we have no money left...and that's only if we've managed to come up with some brilliant ideas for our loved ones christmas pressies. It's also the time of year that we have to fight and push our way round the supermarket aisles to make sure our families are getting fed. I hate this bit. Do they really need food that badly?? God, how I hate this time of year in the supermarkets. I hate any time of year in the supermarket to be honest (except maybe at around 2am cos there's just about nobody there, it's brilliant...'cept I don't usually stay awake that long, pfft). Which is why I do my shopping online if I can. Lately I've had to brave the supermarket aisles, because when shopping online I have to use my credit card. My credit card balance aint looking too grand at all...cha ching!..who woulda guessed?! This morning on the radio (heh), they were talking about the unfortunate but practi

Wait, Oh Yeah, Wait a Minute Mr Postman

Currently, my mailbox is overflowing with commercial flyers for anything and everything from nose-hair trimmers and foot-spas to 52" plasma screens and BMW convertibles. How much money do these companies think I've got? If they really knew, I'd only be getting flyers for empty shoe boxes and toothpicks. I went into the post office yesterday. I placed my packages on the counter and waited while the lady behind the counter weighed the first one. PO: Would you like to send this express or economy? Me: "Could you please give me the differences in cost?" PO: "For this one - $48 express, $41 economy" Me: *colour draining from face* "Uh.." PO: "Lady, are you ok?" *thud* PO: *gasp* "SOMEONE CALL THE PARAMEDICS!!!" Nah, just foolin' with ya...was only my hair that hit the floor. Yep, I'm bald now...saves me having to pay to dye my roots again...cool. I am SO getting to grips with this empty-pocket-syndrome thingy. But...for

Take a pill and chill out...or not

A couple of weekends ago, I dropped into the local dairy (store), and noticed the other dairy on the corner had a couple of posters up advertising A-Class Party Products and Red Hearts Party Pills. Now, a couple of months ago, my older sister had been spouting on about a dairy up her way that was selling herbal pills....pills with all natural ingredients that actually give you an energy boost etc. She wasn't impressed and had told the owner of the store just as much. She'd brought this up when I started discussing about alcohol and my teenagers and when is the right time blah blah (way back in a post down there somewhere). I was appalled by what she told me, but didn't have enough information, and she couldn't remember the name of them. The advertising I saw that weekend had to be what she was going on about. I went into that store and enquired about the pills he was selling. He immediately gave me a small glossy handout. And you know what? He was bloody ready fo

I Don't Want Another Orgasm

Last week I watched a documentary (20/20) regarding Persistant Sexual Arousal Syndrome (PSAS) and how it has affected the lives of some women. It's been proven that women from the age of 19 right up to 80 years can be affected by PSAS. This condition means that a woman is almost in a constant state of sexual arousal. There is a consistant throbbing down in the trenches...and it can't be relieved without orgasm. I found the whole programme extremely interesting in some ways, yet alarming in others. There aren't a high percentage of women in the world that have this condition, and although there could be some men out there that might feel dismayed at that thought....after watching this doco I will confess I don't feel like I've missed out by not being one. To give you some idea of how it would feel for a man...it would be like having a constant full on erection...ejaculating and then a few minutes later...well, you guessed it, full on erection again.....for 24 ho

I can seeeee youuuuuuu...

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Yeah ok, I can't... but you can see me now can't you? Which means I really am still here despite what you may think. (And yes I do know how scary and stiff-like I'm looking in this shot, so feel free to say so.) Anyhoo, here's what's up with me...an update of anything or everything I can think of at this time. BBQ: "Hi, are you busy at the moment?" *grinning to show all my teeth* *one eyebrow raised* "Does this have anything to do with a BBQ?" "Well, yeah" "In that case, I'm very busy" Pah. He eventually came out of his bedroom and helped me. He's a good boy like that. So, the barbeque is home and hosed. In other words it's together. We put it together last weekend and it took us just over 2 hours. Ok, there was a fair amount of grunting and complaining, especially as I tried to line up screw holes on a leg and a little side flip thing, against the centre of the bbq. At one stage we needed Ryan as well, and all thr