Because I can ...

I had to make a trip to the dentist this morning. Eeeeekk! Ok, I wasn't that concerned or I wouldn't have made the trip so easily...they would've had to drag me kicking and screaming in there, jaw clamped shut. Yesterday, during my morning tea break (such as it is at the moment), I dashed around the corner to the cafe and got my ever present hot frothy coffee. Being as it was a few hours since I'd eaten breakfast and we all know that I can't go 1 hour without food, let alone 3...I grabbed a breadstick to munch on...something to fill that hole until I had the opportunity to get something more substantial in me. While I'm chewing away on this bread I noticed a distinct crunchiness that's not usually expected with breadsticks. Whizz back 15 years.....I'm pregnant with, you guessed it, 15....one of my back molars starts to disintergrate....losing a quarter of itself. That's ok, no big deal...no hurty stuff was happening. A year later I'm pregna

I've had a pretty cruisy weekend. I'm fairly sure I didn't put my foot outside the door all of Saturday. Yesterday (Sunday), I drove 15 to work at 5.50am, dropped into visit my friend at the cafe, who whizzed me up a large moccacino and came home to write and post my daily offering to you all, then ran around everyone on my list and read what you'd all been up to. By 8am it seemed I had no energy left, I needed my bed again...so I crawled back into bed and rang Walker (I couldn't bear being upright in front of the PC, and I couldn't be stuffed getting the laptop booted up for a headset talk...so I just rang, it was the fastest and easiest option right then). He was surprised to hear from me via that avenue. Once we started talking daily over the headsets, using the phone was obviously the more expensive option but I couldn't have given a toss yesterday....I was tired, I wanted my bed, and I wanted to hear his voice...so it all worked for me. We chatted for a

Last week sometime I was tagged by the very loveable DB (well he was very loveable until he tagged me for this, j/k dear ). This meme is all about 10 things I haven't done (yet) and from what I've read on other people's blogs, this can be as bizarre or as down to earth as you like. Right, here's my offering to the masses: 1. I have never sky dived (and why would I? I have no desire at all to jump out of a perfectly good airplane - unless the engines all cut out and I had no other choice.) 2. I have never been naked and harnessed to the ceiling for a night of sex and debauchery (and I shall never be, unless Walker is happy to have me and the entire ceiling come crashing down on him.) 3. I have never danced whilst drunk on a table or a bar in a public place (although after watching Coyote Ugly, I have thought about it...I stopped myself from this display..I would hate to have fallen and broken a bone, or worse yet, a fingernail.) 4. I have never taken longer than 4 h

I've been following back some of the 'referring' websites that come into my blog lately and I've found some quite interesting stuff in the process of doing this. Anyway, here are some of the words that have been typed in the google search box that has brought me up on their screens: - Itchy fanny - meeting lover each other - reading ex girlfriends blog - my husband my bra in bed - his girlfriend died in a car accident 4 years ago - 100 things (way hey, I saw some of my blog friends on there, go figure) - Ive had the time of my life wav file - hubby lover Pretty tame, but still, it's always cool to be googled in any shape or form, right? Anyways, I googled the name of my blog (holy shit, do you know how many zillions of things out there have got the words 'internet lovers' in them?? I always knew it was a stupid name for my website.) Whilst running my eyes down this list, I saw a link that caught my eye that I just HAD to go and look at. If I was quick thin

Yesterday was my last day of double shifts for a while, and just as well too. Over my lunch break yesterday, it became obvious to me that I'd had enough. I found myself sitting here, shoulders hunched and staring at the floor. I closed my eyes and felt so tired, I just wanted to slip to the floor and go to sleep. The thought of going back to work made me feel like weeping. That afternoon, all I wanted to do was sit...not talk to anyone, not answer any phones...not smile if I didn't want to....but just SIT . Ah, how good it would feel just to sit still and ignore everyone and everything. But no...unfortunately that isn't what I get paid for. People kept coming in to be greeted...too many questions being asked that I couldn't advise upon....nurses being unavailable to consult with and phone calls to be answered...lots and lots of phone calls *sigh*. Ya know? It really hasn't been that difficult to deal with....I've pumped myself full of vitamins and my ki

Next month when I turn 40, apart from sitting around waiting with joyous anticipation for my 'life to begin', I also have to face the fact that now would be a wise time to start getting my tits squashed (and not a man in sight!). Yep, I'm talking about the much dreaded mammogram [insert Jaws theme music here]. I've heard some nasty things about this procedure, so to be honest, I'm not keen to be starting off this part of my life...but considering it's such an important issue, it really needs to be done. I read somewhere that to prepare my upper body for this invasion, I should lay down on a cold concrete driveway, flop a boob out, and let someone back over it with their car. What the fuck??! This vision alone has my tits shrinking back up into my chest (ok, that's a big ask for a couple of DDs but you get the idea)...but more importantly it does not have me running toward the radiographer in celebration. So in tribute to my breasts and the ordeal they&

Sunday afternoon I met a good friend of mine for coffee in the mall. Another mutual friend of ours came along and joined us. It was good to catch up with both of them. Eventually something began to bother me...we had discussed what each of them were up to...and then I filled them in on what I'd been doing...mentioned blogging...talked about Walker's imminent trip to New Zealand etc...one asked me questions, genuinely interested...she's spoken to Walker online (and over the phone at one stage). The other, was completely uninterested about anything to do with online activity...she made it extremely obvious by deliberately looking away...staying out of the conversation completely...occasionally 'slapping' the table with her hand, with what I saw was utter boredom. We didn't talk about online stuff for ages...must've been all of 5 minutes...I was extremely annoyed by her attitude but said nothing. I understand that those that don't get online as often as I d

Seeing as some of the bloggers I've been reading appear to have a fascination with body expulsion recently, I have chosen to post this list today in tribute of the everyday activity of our butts (and if it's not an every day occurrence, it's time you added more fibre to your diet). You may have already seen this, it's been around for years, but if not then I hope you have a good laugh. I'm sure you can relate to any or all of these at some stage in your lives. (The thought of that alone is making me feel a bit queasy actually.) May I suggest you don't read it whilst eating your brekky? Right, nuff said...on with the show! THE POOPIE Ghost Poopie: The kind where you feel the poopie come out, but there is no poopie in the toilet. Clean Poopie: The kind when you poopie it out, see it in the toilet but there is nothing on the toilet paper. Wet Poopie: The kind where you wipe your bottom 50 times and it still feels unwiped, so you put some toilet paper between y

There doesn't appear to be much of me left when I get home from work these days. I have no sense of humour, my tolerance level is extremely small and any little thing that I can see in a negative sense is seen exactly that way. I say things I forget not long after and I pay for the consequences when pulled up on it by others later. Maybe I need to take more vitamins at the moment. On Wednesday when I got home from work I was knackered. Of course I was...I'd stayed up too friggin' late the night before hadn't I? I ended up lying on the sofa with the headset on and listening to Walker read your blogs to me...this is otherwise known as 'cheating'. This also meant I didn't have to sit upright but I could still keep up with what was happening in your worlds. When I'm feeling tired and slow, the only thing I really want to do is climb into bed and have a cuddle with my favourite man...considering the distance involved right now...that's not possible

Working extra hours will of course take it's toll on my body...and to be honest, things are going fairly well in that respect...that was...until last night. Cos ya see, last night, I didn't go to bed at the usual time of around 1030ish. I sat here and read my entire blog history...and although that's not HUGE because I've only been blogging since the beginning of the year....that's still a fair amount of reading to get through. That, coupled with catching up on some of your blogs (didn't always comment on them, forgive me)...I ended up crawling into bed at 1.35am. 1.35AM!! I haven't stayed up that late since I first started playing backgammon on the MSN Zone (and then we're talking about 3 and 4am, I must've been nuts!). Now I know that 1.30 isn't an unusually late night for some of you...but for me? it's big these days...real big. So this morning (some of the only free time I have this week, I...am...knackered. Why do we do this to

Morning everyone...thanks to Walker and his determination....I've just had a play with a new audio programme, which I'm hoping you can see over there in my sidebar. Have a listen and see what you think. Oh and I REALLY don't have a lisp in real life, I'm not sure if I had the mic too close to my head or whether it has something to do with the quality of the recording programme, but there's a lisp there all the same. I didn't have my blog open while I was playing with the audio thing, so I'm afraid I couldn't remember who had commented (bit slack of me really, it's not like I had hundreds of you to remember)...Now that I've gone back in and had a look..oh dear....I'm very sorry Chaotic Serenity and MrHaney, but I forgot to mention you in it. Katya got a mention and she wasn't even on my comments! lol It's kinda fun to play with in a 'lispy' sorta way. Anyway, go have a listen and a play yourself and see if we can turn the bl

*Turns left and right* So? What do you think? Can you tell I've been playing around with my template? Yep, I fiddled around with it last night. Changing px numbers etc, which has resulted in me having a long white line down the bottom sidebar under my hit counter. I haven't a clue how to get it back to it's original green-ness, so for the time being, the white will have to stay. (And no, I don't know what px means, I think it's pixels but what would I know?). I did this because I was trying to 'broaden' my blog content. Make it spread more over the page so my posts wouldn't look so long and you lot wouldn't think "OMG, look how much she's written today, I couldn't possibly read all THAT!" or a similar exclamation. And now I have a clock...cool huh? I like going into other bloggers' sites that have clocks...then I don't have to do any calculating as to what time it is in the US or the UK, or Canada (ok, that time I can

The menningicocal vaccine (MenzB) programme has begun full force this week. New Zealand has one of the nastiest menningicocal disease strains in the world, and as such, everybody under the age of 20 needs to be immunised. Anyone attending school will be done through the school system....the Ministry of Health are being very strict about this....noone between the ages of 5-17 are to get their injections at medical centres. There are 3 injections per person altogether, and each one will be spaced 6 weeks apart. The programme started for our medical centre on Monday. Also, we have finally received the flu vaccine. We have extra nursing staff coming in each day to pick up the slack of patients that desperately need this injection and have waited too long for it's arrival. This delay has been stressful for everyone. I had an 85 year old man ring me the other day asking if it had arrived yet. He was terrified of getting the flu...with his age and the fact he had an acute illness.

Years ago I used to have a reocurring dream that I had gone to the local store with the baby, and then walked home, leaving the stroller and baby behind...still waiting outside the shop. I would wake up in a sweat, get up and check the bedrooms to be sure both children were present and accounted for. These days, there are often times when I wished I'd left a baby or two behind. Those are the days that I struggle to come to terms with motherhood, the days when I think how free I'd feel without the extra burden of two teenagers...and the days I find they're particularly difficult to deal with. On those days I wish I could gag them....stick a sock in their gobs, render them speechless...just see their mouths moving but no sound coming out to injure my ears and worse yet, make me have to think hard to answer their more difficult questions about life in general. Late last year, my oldest son turned 15...."Wooo hooo" he's thinking..."time I learnt to drive&qu

She's restless. Everything is annoying her. Little irritations picking away at her....digging deep into her stomach. The man at the shopping centre that wouldn't get out of her way fast enough...the baby that kept crying, with no end of the noise seeming in the near future...what was it's mother doing anyway?...maybe it just wanted to be picked up out of it's restraints and cuddled. She wanted to cuddle that baby. She's feeling impatient. Everything not being done quick enough. Details being forgotten. Her home is in order but her mind is disorganised, she wanders around moving items from one room to the next. Things that don't need moving. Everything is in it's place...as it should be....tidy, organised...like hospital corners on a bed. Just so. But something is missing...a loneliness rises inside her...winding it's way up her inner torso....she forces it back down for fear of choking on it. She lays down on her neatly made bed, eyes closed. Thoughts an

A couple of weeks ago I posted my finale of 100 Things About Me ....one of the last entries was about my slight epilepsy problem. I said I don't convulse, and I don't. It affects my eyesight more than anything else...well it affects my speech at times as well, and if I have a seizure mid-sentence I slow right down because what I was saying has completely escaped my brain and I have to fight to remember what it was all about (the sentence that is, not my brain). The seizure triggers something in my brain that stops sending signals to my vocal cords, and makes anything I'm looking at swim before my eyes. These episodes last for approximately 10-15 seconds. Sometimes I want to just sink into them...close my eyes and fall into the abyss of the kalidescope, a slight physical rush envelopes me entirely...other times I feel semi-panic brewing in my stomach...especially if I'm driving...and I fight to keep focus on the road. This is one of the reasons I so hate driving at night

The man with the wonderful description of kissing (scroll down to "Besame Mucho")...that'd be Brian ....has tagged me to play the "If I could be..." game. Apparently he's asked me cos he wants a New Zealand perspective on it. (I humour myself by thinking he asked me cos he thinks I'm an extremely gorgeous and sexy woman with a great set of nay-nays....SEE? I can play this game...I'm dreaming already! Yay Me!) The object of this exercise is simple. Pick five from the list (way down there below) and complete the phrase. Feel free to add additional occupations after you've done yours. Pass it on by tagging others. If I could be an Hooker ....I would bat my eyelashes, flash my cleavage, blow kisses at passing prospects...I would take in only the richest and most handsome customers, being sure they had kind hearts....When alone, I would yell "Noooo, please don't do this, don't touch me!" and then cry and cry and CRY about my sick mo

I found this on the internet several years ago....I have no idea how I came across this site...all I know is I printed it out because it gave me such a laugh. The other day while I was chucking out papers and files, I came across it. I've tried to go back to the webpage that I took this from, but it has either been changed or is now out of existence. Seeing as I tend to share most of my life with you...I shall share this as well....lol (This is otherwise known as 'more cheating'). *** Jenni's Guide to Great Cybersex Before becoming involved in any kind of cybersex please make sure your spouse, boyfriend, kids, etc. are out of the room at the time, (preferably out of the house and not during a major holiday when your in-laws are in attendance.) It really gets difficult explaining what you are doing undressing in front of the computer, drooling out of one corner of your mouth, moaning and groaning while the buzz of various "toys" can be heard. For men, befo

Feeling full of new inspirational thoughts and blogging phenomona, I planned to be a clever dicky today and tried messing around with my template. Nothing too drastic, was just going to add a new heading to my side bar. Something to the tune of "Past Posts I Enjoyed Writing" kinda thing. So I go look at my template and the HTML swims before my eyes...symbols...dancing around...flaunting themselves at me...talking to me...saying "can you do this?"...and..."can you do that?"....."neener neener neeeeeener". All of them joining together and chanting at me...teasing me...."Come on...you know you want to". Crazy speak is what it is...CRAZY I tell you!!! Anyway, that's as far as I got. I took one look and my brain deserted me.....it ran in the opposite direction....ran... at great speed...it bounded away with a new obsession not to think anymore...it took substantial leaps of superhero monstrosity to be as far away as possible from my

I have nothing to say. Imagine that? Yep... I have nothing to say today. If anyone wants to comment on that, you have the floor. And I bet you lot didn't think I could write a short post eh? lol