Because I can ...

I have an apology to make to some of my blogger friends. I feel really bad about this, and it's been bugging my arse for ages now, so I must confess to you all. I still have postcards sitting here in front of me. Postcards I was intending to post out to whichever part of the world you're currently residing in. Postcards that don't even have anything written on them, and stamps ready to affix to said postcards. What's more, I have misplaced the piece of paper that I wrote the addresses down of the last few people that asked for a postcard. Which has driven me crazy over the past week trying to find it. I kept thinking it'll be here closeby somewhere, thus trying to avoid trawling through my inbox to find those that have wanted to play the postcard love game that I so enthusiastically became part of a few months ago. I originally sent out 17 cards to various destinations far and wide (I've received 13 in return, if you count the two bloggers that sent me 2 cards e

I was going to write a long, intense post today...lots of wordy paragraphs full of joy and entertainment...throw in a bit of sex to draw the punters and string it all together with witty anecdotes. I was going to write something that would make you howl with laughter...something to make you ache with pleasure and get you offline faster than usual, to jump on your respective partners. But I didn't. Cos I couldn't think of anything....boo. In place of that, I will blog-whore a little on my own behalf. Those of you that haven't poked my map on the sidebar yet...please do so. There's a huge amount to cover there, it would be great to try filling up some of it. Besides, some of my most regular readers still aren't on it...so poke away! And to help me move up the ladder a little, or at least get on the front page, click here ...or go over to the vote thingymajiggy that's under my map, and it will do the same thing. This morning I went and spent $100 on getting my h

Due to my empty head, my boyfriend missing in action and my oldest son still not home from school yet (it's 6 friggin .26pm, I'm gonna kill him!), I'm going to post something I posted a long time ago...very few of you have already read it. I'm cheating purely for your amusement you understand. Because it's all about you right? I do this just for YOU! Thus, I demand that you be amused! (If that's ok with you, of course. Afterall I wouldn't want to offend you, cos it's all about you *wimper*) *** Years ago, I had a 4 month fling with a fellow softballer. He was hard work...had difficulty communicating really...but I refused to give up because I'm that kinda girl and if it falls to pieces then I did all I could. Savvy? Eventually, it came to an end. In fact, he dumped me via email (boo). But that's ok, cos I wasn't heartbroken or devastated or the like..it was more a sigh of relief that I didn't have to keep going with something that reall

The other Friday night..you know the one?...when I went out with my good friend to celebrate her birthday and then had too much alcohol, and then suffered horribly the following day?...yeah, that Friday night. Anyway...during the conversation at the beginning of that evening, one of the ladies was talking about the fire she'd 'made' one day....she'd been burning some scrub. It was mainly blackberry bush, and she was rather animated whilst talking about it. Apparently when blackberry bush is ignited it kinda goes "WOOOOOOF!" (not in a doggie sense of the word, but in an "everything must be flaming immediately and with great fanfare" kinda woof.) One of her friends piped up with "You shoulda heard her when she rang me that day. She said "OMG, you shoulda seen the fire, it was GLORIOUS...it was so amazing, it was better than a vibrator!" Well, yeah ok...each to their own I say. Besides, we all know how fire attracts people right? Now the

Last night I went to a Dvice party. It's a party plan thing like Tupperware except it's for the purchase of sex-toys. I've been to Dvice parties before. They've had a huge sweep through the region over the years. In fact the very first party I went to I bought the love balls . Oh, which incidentally, I found out last night....will indeed be detected going through customs at the airport. (Just in case you were thinking it a good idea to work out those pelvic floor muscles whilst at several thousand feet above sea-level.) I didn't want to go, but felt I had to go. Over the course of this week, I have received 2 text messages and 3 phone calls from my friend, the hostess...she wanted me there. What does this mean? That she thought I was going to be her biggest customer cos I'm living on my own at the moment? She seem to think I might have forgotten, although I'd penned it in my diary while she was watching...and it was on the calendar at home as well. Maybe I

I heard on the car radio this morning (come on, don't look like that...it's been a while since you got a post from me that was inspired by the radio)....Pamela Anderson has moved into the rock/music scene..besides swinging from the ceiling with Tommy Lee I mean. This doesn't surprise me or bother me....those under the heading of 'hot and famous' often move from one side to the other...acting to singing...singing to acting...whatever. No...it happens all the time right? We're used to them trying their hand out at the various arts...and why shouldn't they? They're already in the spotlight due to some of their other talents (some of their 'gifts' far more prominant than others)...why not continue with their winning streaks (this appears to be fast leaning towards a sexual post, anyone else feeling that vibe right now??). It's ok Fizzy, I aint going there today, you can open your eyes again. So, I say...good for them...jolly good show old chap et

After unlocking the door at work this morning and letting in 6 people, who had been patiently waiting on the doorstep....I sat down behind reception, put my ear-piece in and checked the time. The clocked ticked over to show 8.00am....I took a deep breath....spoke out loud to myself "Right, here we go then" ....and switched the phone on. 8.05am: I have three phonelines flashing "on hold"...four patients standing waiting in front of me, and my new co-worker nowhere to be seen yet. In the next 15 minutes I'm answering phones, punching more people on hold and chasing the nurse around the office. During this time I'm constantly checking the front door each time I hear it open...in the hope my new co-worker might appear. I have a new co-worker to share my Monday morning shifts with. After all the nasty business of our most recent receptionist being asked to leave, we have taken on a young chap who is a whizz with the software we use and has apparently worked at se

Friday night's escapades is going to take me probably at least 3 days to get over. Hopefully I'll be back to having a clear head tomorrow morning, because I'm back to work. I don't indulge in the art of drinking large volumes of alcohol much these days...well, not for years really. I usually have a few bourbons, then switch to water for the remainder of the evening. Keeping my water levels up, tends to cut down on the slowness and thick-headedness that can hit me the day after. Friday was different. I went out to celebrate a friend's birthday, and each time my body screamed "stop drinking now!"....someone would put a drink in front of me, and I'd feel obligated to drink it. Noone held my mouth open and poured it down my throat, but at $7.00 a pop, I was loathe to feel I was wasting their money. For some reason I never felt the urge to start on water, regardless of the fact that it was becoming so obvious that water would've been more helpful.

After telling Walker on the headset yesterday that I really felt the need to drink bourbon last night...that's exactly what I went out and did....and did....and did....and did. Due to unforeseen circumstances *cough*, I will not be reading your blogs today...I will catch up on them all tomorrow. It's taking every ounce of energy I have left to keep upright for this non-post as it is. In the meantime, perhaps you could lend a hand to a bloggy friend of mine. Please read his latest post and give him your opinions on what he could do to help out his current situation at home. I know he'll appreciate it. Please leave your hangover cures in the comment section below. Thank you *half smile*

Anyone who took my quiz yesterday, should now be aware of my real name. Lisa. Well it's actually Melissa, but noone ever calls me that, so it seemed pointless putting that as the correct option for number 10. When I was a teenager, I kept a diary. When I first began writing my diary, I found it easier to write 'to' somebody. So each of my entries starts off like a letter.."Dear Sara"...hence my blog name. Taking into consideration that I 'outted' my kids names, I felt it was time to give up mine. I will change my profile, which should mean it will be showing up on your comments shortly. Anyone that doesn't like my real name or feels odd using it after all these months, may still call me Sara (how generous is THAT of me eh? Damn, I'm good to you lot). Anyone who's ever emailed me and received a response, will also know Lisa is my real name because I'm too dumb to figure out how to change it in my Outlook Express options. Anonymity

From somewhere in the depths of my mind, I've been managing to come out with some rather long posts lately...so today...I shall give your wee eyes a rest and make it a short one. *the crowd goes wild* I had McDonalds for breakfast this morning. I dropped the boys at school, drove over the hill and straight into the McD's drive thru. I ordered and paid my money at the first window.... got to the "here's your food, have a nice day" window...and waited. I waited, and waited, and thought about turning my car engine off...and waited some more. Don't know what the hell was going on in there, but noone came to say "Won't be long" or "Sorry for the delay"...they just ignored that I was sitting there, engine running, and waiting. I ended up waiting so long, there were several cars waiting behind me. If I hadn't forked over the money already, I would've driven off. While I waited I had several things running through my head. One of which

Years ago, when Cameron and Ryan were 7 and 6 years old respectively, they were invited to take part in a new television programme. It was called "Small Talk". It was a game show programme that involved adults on a panel being asked questions and then the adults having to choose which child/children they thought would give the correct answer to the question. I believe this was a spin off from a British tv programme of the same name, hosted by Ronnie Corbett. In New Zealand, the show only ran for one season...I think this was due to the fact that the parents and grandparents of the children involved were the only ones watching it. The questions would be asked...then the adults would say something like "Um I choose Cameron and Ryan, I think they know the answer to this (or don't know the answer)". Got it? The questions were asked by studio staff and the boys were taped giving their answers. Any and every answer was taped...then the studio would edit that to fit in

Well, my video thing was a bit of a flop wasn't it? Half of you can't see it. Not to worry, I won't be doing those instead of writing, would take up most of my brain power to think up what to say anyway lol. Speaking of my brain...it's been having a difficult time working lately. The last 2 weeks to be more precise. For the past couple of weeks I've been getting headaches at the back right side of my head. On Wednesday last week it was so bad I was in the nurses office asking for painkillers while rubbing the back of my head. They're becoming distracting (the headaches, not the nurses, although the nurses are getting close). So distracting that I've had to concentrate as much as possible on what's happening around me. This avid concentration is causing me to have seizures, which means my vision becomes impaired and my eyes aren't sending the right signals to my brain. In other words I can be seen to be sitting there looking like a right air-head. I&#

A/V Blog by Userplane

I have attempted to do another audio/video post. I hope you can see and hear me. You may want to leave my page open and read something else while it's doing it's buffering thing. I've had a look at it in 'composition' form and all it seems to do is flash green...I hope that's not the case forever after. If so, I'll delete it and either try again, or given up completely and get a new programme (sometime in the future). I also still have a lisp with this programme. Beggars can't be choosers right, it's given me a lisp, so I have to put up with it. That's probably it from me for the weekend. I do have some things I could write about...thinking them up is the problem lol Hope you all have a great weekend, and I'll catch you on your comments (or mine for that matter).

I have attempted to take pictures of one of the corners of my bed. In true Sara style...instead of snapping the offending corner in question...I have chosen the opposite end of the bed. Besides, it was easier to get to and seeing as it's exactly the same as the top left corner, I can't see a problem with it. Laying on the floor at such an angle and trying to keep the camera steady was... so I hope you're able to see the pics clearly enough to give an informed solution. I could of course wait until Walker gets here, but I'm sure he's not going to want to get down on his hands and knees to silence the bed after travelling for 27 plus hours. Besides, why put off something we've been going crazy to do since last October? No no no, best get it done now so we can get directly down to the business at hand (or no hands for a change..."Look Ma! No hands!" ack, let's leave mum outta this, that could have a completely opposite affect to what I'd be wantin

I have a problem. It's been hanging over my head for a while now, and I must do something about it before the end of December. The problem? My bed. Now, don't get me wrong, I love my bed. My bed is made up of 3 main pieces...the headboard, the baseboard and the bit that joins them together in the middle. It's a slat bed and the wood is Rimu (that's natural new zealand timber people). It's a little higher off the ground than the norm, thus I can fit all manner of boxes and junk beneath it. Occasionally I pull these boxes out from under it, have a look through them...thinking "Ooh, so that's where you've been all this time" and "Why the hell am I still holding onto this?" and more often than not I shove them back under, thinking... "I'll deal with that some other time" . Anyone else have stuff under their bed like this? When I'm in my bed alone, everything's great (well, it's not, but you know what I mean). I don

A couple of nights ago the boys were in Ryan's bedroom playing on the playstation. Then: *paaaarp* 5 seconds later: Cameron: "I am SO outta here" *strides quickly down the hallway to his own room* Cam closes his bedroom door, turns around, opens his door, comes straight back out into the hallway again and walks back to stand outside Ryan's door. (That's the pull of a playstation game I guess) Ryan: "It's ok, I've sprayed some deodorant around" Cam: "And you think deodorant's going to cover THAT?!" Ryan: *laughs* "It's gone now...I've wafted it around a bit" Cam: *still standing on the threshold* Yeah whatever, it better have worked, that was extreme. I thought I was gonna hurl." This reminded me of when I was a kid. My father. Oh...My...God....my FATHER! Most mornings my mother had trouble getting her 4 offspring out of bed. Eventually she figured out a great way to make us move. One sentence would have us al

A couple of years ago, when I had my head fully buried in the business of being the super duper secretary to our local softball club (otherwise known as shuffling papers around and giving off an oscar-winning performance of being a body of great importance)....I was invited (along with the president and other committee members of our club)...to a casino evening. This evening was being held by the softball club's largest sponsor (the large local hardware store). Actually it wasn't a casino evening, I've just forgotten the details of it...it was more an evening for the hardware store to bring together it's largest customers for food, drinks and a bit of fun. The fun part being the auction they ran at the end of it. Now that I think about that harder...it wasn't an auction...no money changed hands. I am so having trouble trying to set the scene for this post...it's a wonder I don't give up right here...but I won't, cos I know how bitterly disappointed you

I've just spent the better part of 2 hours farting around with the webcam trying to make a video/audio clip. How frustrating! I eventually managed to put one together...nothing too spectacular, but a clip all the same and once I saved it, it showed up as being 77.7MB in size. I only talked for just over 5 minutes...how could that make up 77MBs?? *sigh* Now, besides the fact that I don't know how to get you to view it, that's so large I fear it'd be a waste of time trying to figure out how to put it on here. So I didn't. And now that I've attempted to do all that, I'm exhausted and annoyed at my failure to achieve it....and because I was trying to do this for YOU...it must be all YOUR fault! Ok, well it's not, but I feel the need to lay the blame on someone, so for a brief moment there, it did feel good to say that. Far be it for me to make myself feel worse by taking responsibility for my lack of computer knowledge. Pfft. I'd love to completely reva

Firstly, I'd like to say a heartfelt thank you to my commenters on yesterday's post and the emails I received. I was touched and comforted by your words, and very humbled. I am surrounded by so many giving and supportive friends here. Thank you all so very much for your kindness. *** Anyone that thinks they're carrying around too much weight, check out this photo. It served to make me feel rather good about the extra blubber I've got hanging off my body. I'm also hoping it's a photoshop hoax of some sort and that isn't really the body of someone out there in our world. The struggles about weight loss and weight gain are phenomonal from one side of our planet to the other. First and foremost, we should be concentrating on keeping ourselves healthy, and feeling good about the vessel that's carting our souls around...whatever shape or form that may be. A few years ago I used to go to the gym 4-5 times a week. During my exercise crazed days I wasn't work

I'm going to write about an extremely controversial subject today. This has been very difficult for me to write, yet I've been pondering about doing it for some time now. If you're looking to find a funny, happy post, please move on....this is not the post for you. This post is here due to it being this time of year. A time of year that I still transport myself back to after 14 years. I am still overwhelmed emotionally by it. It's a time I think about an expected delivery date and grieve for the child that never came to be. ***** Several years ago, when my sons were aged 2 years and 5 months respectively, I became pregnant again. The timing of this pregnancy couldn't have been worse. My relationship with my husband was on very shaky ground and our finances were in a such a terrible state, it was all we could do to feed the children we had at the time. We were struggling to meet mortgage payments, and my husband was struggling to start his own computer periphe

Listening to the radio again this morning on my way home from dropping off the boys (both looking and feeling much better, walking upright, no squinting from Ryan, no rushing to the loo by Cameron....Eureka! *pins mummy badge back on*)...they were discussing things that men find appalling about us women. Apparently there are four things in particular. 1. We gossip. 2. We take a perverse pleasure in criticising our friends behind their backs. 3. We're needy. 4. We let ourselves go. Today class, I'm going to address this list of appallingness. 1. We gossip. Righty ho...yes we can indeed be known to gossip...but this is like the pot calling the kettle black don't ya think?...I worked several years for a construction firm...an all man workforce in my office at the time. If anyone is going to try and tell me that men don't gossip, I'll be the first to stand up and wave the "Bullshit!" flag. I've heard them going on about who's doing who and did you see

Cameron (15) has got naturally curly hair. It grows almost at the same speed of light (almost), and it costs me a friggin lot of money each time he wants it cut. This is because he likes only the people at the swanky hair-do-ing saloon to do it...he trusts them only to get it right. Each time he let's them play around with his hair...it costs me in excess of $40. For a friggin kid's haircut! $40 doesn't sound like a lot to a woman that's used to paying at least $80 each time she plonks her arse into the stylist's chair. But hey, I'm paying for it...he's only 15...he has waaay less 'do' to play with...and as his mother, I don't think he should be enjoying the likes of scalp massages etc from other females at this time of his life. Their tits get far too close to his face...I want to rush forward waving my arms about wildly and scream "Get away! Get away from my son, you skanky ho!". This is another way of saying "Mama's not re

Ryan is feeling better today. He came out to tell me last night that he was feeling so much better and the relief in his voice was very evident. He even thanked me for being there for him. "I'll always be there for you honey, don't ever doubt that" . This morning his head's still hurting, he can't read anything in front of him, and his peripheral vision's still to return. But things have certainly improved, so I'm grateful for that. Cameron on the other hand, made the attempt to get out of bed for school, whilst grumbling about pain in his stomach. He went to stand up and discovered he couldn't do that properly without alot of grief...thus he's doing an oscar-winning impression of a hunchback scuttling between his bedroom and the toilet. I'm thinking of throwing in the towel, and giving up my "Mother" badge of honour, due to the health of my children. I have failed to take care of them sufficiently. At the very least I want to thr

Afternoon All. Busy morning at work as per usual. Seemed to me there were more screaming children than the norm, but it's over now and I still have the capacity to hear, so I guess I'm doing alright. Unfortunately 14 is not too well. I was rung from the college to say he had turned up in the sickroom there and wasn't looking too flash. I rang my ex-husband and asked him if he could pick him up and deliver him home...which he did. 20 minutes later, I get a call from 14, he's at home, and crying down the phone to me. This is very unusual...my 14 year old doesn't cry unless there's something very wrong. He had a migraine. It's not the first time either....last time, we ended up at the after hours surgery during the weekend....I dragged 15 along more to support me than his brother. Today, I got home, gave him some tablets, put him back to bed and waited for the medication to take affect. Nothing. He started crying again. There is nothing that will wind me up mor