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Me: "So, you do love that I'm the one that's your mother, right?" Cameron: "Uh...." Me: "You have to anyway, cos I already blogged about" Cameron: "Yeah but..." Me: "But YOU told that me that...you said you loved that I was your mother" Cameron: *smirking* "Mum, things might have changed since then" *** *Cellphone rings* Me: "Hello?" Alice: "You are a terrible bear sitter!" Me: "Eh?" Alice: "The biggest teddy event in Wellington and Barnaby missed out." Me: "Oh?" Alice: "The teddy bear's picnic was held at the Botanical Gardens on Sunday. You should've taken Barnaby along." Me: "Oh damn, I didn't realise...." Alice: "Just google it, find a photo and label it "Barnaby was here"...in amongst all those teddy bears, they won't be able to tell anyway." *** Anna and Jason have already made the 6 hour trek up north to

Cameron received his results from his NCEA exams on Thursday. Students all over New Zealand have been waiting for their results to turn up on January 26th, since they completed their papers early December. The results showed up online later that day. My son hasn't really shown too much stress about these results coming in. He's been almost blaise about it on the outside...I'm sure on the inside he hadn't forgotten, but on the outside? Nope, didn't show it at all. I rang him from work on Thursday morning, once I knew the postman would've been and gone. He was still asleep. One of my co-worker's was telling me about how her son was so beside himself waiting for the results to turn up, he'd been unable to sleep the night before....he was up and online at 7am that morning seeing if they'd be posted yet. Hearing that and seeing the anguish on his mother's face...my heart went out to the two of them. I eventually managed to get hold of Cameron. He'

This post is a biggie....it's also a bitsa...bitsa this and bitsa that. Just thought I'd warn you all now..you know..in case you find yourself wondering whether it's actually going to end lol. Walker and I went into town yesterday. Wellington that is. I had thought I could take him to a couple of craft markets that we have in the city...ones that he could buy souvenirs and experience some ethnic food etc, you know the type. In theory, it seemed a good idea....in reality, well, it was a crock of shit. It's been some time since I ventured into the city to have a look around these markets. My god, how they've changed. The markets I remembered being there, were practically non-existent now. Needless to say I was somewhat disappointed, but we walked around the various shops, listening to street buskers and enjoying the sunshine. I never did write about our weekend up at my sister's place, so I'll fill you in briefly now. The weather was absolutely fabulous....no

I know I'm being an incredibly slack blog pal. I've barely been in to read your posts recently, and although my intention has been good, I have to admit my body is feeling somewhat tired and wants to slouch in front of the telly, or go to bed early, rather than be upright and attentive in front of the PC. It's like this ya see. As some of you will know (or perhaps you have blocked it out of your memories, I can respect that)....my body is not what it used to be. And I'm not talking about shape and gravity and all that stuff. I aint even gonna touch on that side of things. But I will say there's a fair amount of shit happening with my bod these days. Or not happening with it. I can go months on end without a menstrual period. Have it for a few days, and then it disappears for another few months til it feels safe to return I guess, who the hell knows? Anyways, let's get down to the nitty gritty, cos it's been awhile since I went that far. My body is

Amongst all the hoorah of christmas, Walker's arrival and the dawning of a brand spanking New Year, something escaped my attention. My one year blogging anniversary has come and gone...just like that...*woosh*. Now somewhere on someone's site I saw what can only be interpreted as a meme. Something about listing the months gone by and filling in the first line from each of those posts. So, with that in mind, and regardless of the possibility I'm going to be breaking that particular meme's rules (cos I have no idea really, just flying by the seat of my pants)...that's what my post of today will consist of. But I have changed it slightly....I'm going to find the first post from each month, and give you the last line. I actually started blogging at the end of December 2004, for some reason it only lists my archives as starting at January. So be it. Some of these lines are not going to make a lot of sense to some of you (or any of you), but I'm sure you'll co

My tenants are pregnant. Well, the female one of them is anyway. I found this out a few months ago, and only because I happen to notice the obvious changes in the young woman's body when we walked up the path alongside the house together one day. Not wanting to embarrass or insult her, I didn't say anything. Not until her husband came up the following week to give me the rent money. He confirmed that she was indeed pregnant and was due mid January. I don't have a lot to do with these particular tenants. Basically I only know they're home because their car's in the garage. They've always kept to themselves, don't seem to be the type to socialise with their landlady...but that's ok, cos their landlady has a life of her own anyway lol. At the start of dinner this evening, I stood up to slide the door closed and saw my tenants standing in the yard, I'm assuming they were on their way down to the garage. The young man was standing tall, holding his wife a

I rose at 5.23am this morning. It's now 7.50am and I've had all this time to myself. It's been glorious....I've managed to tidy up the lounge, clean up the kitchen, replace the litter in the cat box, wheel the bin down to the roadside and start up the dishwasher. Currently I'm waiting on a few males to get out of bed, thus I can go pilfer a few laundry baskets and get the washing done. I've even managed to drink my mocha and read some blogs. So I'm feeling pretty in control and on top of what's happening. The lawnmower man has been and gone and even with all his racket outside, the house remains silent. I love this time of day. Love the quiet and calm before the rest of my house occupants stir. It gives me time to organise my thoughts and sort out my day, what needs to be done, what I want to do etc. Since Walker's arrival we've basically been taking each day as it comes....deciding on the day what we want to do...sometimes it's practically n

Bet you thought I'd dropped off the face of the earth huh? Unfortunately for you...I'm still here lol As you can imagine Walker and I have been very busy getting reacquainted. In some ways for me it's been more of an adjustment than I was expecting. Normally, each day I'm up at around 6am, get my mocca poured, sit down here, check my comments, read your blogs, possibly write a post, whatever. The past week I'm getting up at 6am....and so is Walker. Why can't he stay in bed longer?? I already know the answer to that question. Because he's not used to being asleep at that time, that's why. It's very strange to have someone else around at that time of the day for me. I told him the other day " I'm just not used to having conversations with someone at this hour of the day" . The second day he was here, we went shopping for the last of the supplies we needed for New Years Eve....we went out at 7.15am to avoid crowds. Seems this is becoming a