Because I can ...

I have no motivation to do anything.....I started off with a hiss and a roar, emptying out cupboards, clearing out wardrobes etc...and then I stopped. I don't want to do anything....I'm lacking in complete and utter 'anything-ness'. I don't want to go to work - yet I love my job. I prefer to lay on the bed and stare at the ceiling all day. I don't want to do any housework - not unusual, I hate the stuff...but I don't usually let it drop behind like it has recently. There's a pile of clothes on the floor of the laundry...there are dishes stacked up along the sink (and I have a dishwasher). The only washing I did last weekend was the boys school uniforms. I worry constantly about my blood pressure - I've been on medication to stabalise it, have been for about 3 years and the tablets have been working great...til recently. The doctor said that I was to get it checked again in two weeks time....I'm overdue. All I have to do is hold my arm out to

Several gazillion years ago, the lovely Fizzy tagged me to do this. I knew I'd eventually get around to it, it was just a case of when . Well here it is. I'm afraid it's not very exciting or creative, but hey, that's ok as far as I'm concerned lol. A - Age of your first kiss: 14...my first REAL kiss...took my boyfriend 10 months to get the nerve up to do it, but it happened. B - Band you are listening to : Golden Horse C - Crush: Kevin Costner, Matthew McConaghey, Bryan Adams, Nicholas Cage . D - Dad's name: Kingi E - Easier person to talk to: Alice - anything and everything, right down to the nitty gritty. F - Favourite Icecream: Hokey Pokey G - Gummy worms or bears: Bears H - Hometown: Wellington I - Instruments: Recorder, Guitar, Flue, Piano (not that I can play any of them now, but I gave them a jolly good go. Oh maybe the recorder I could still do, if I concentrate really hard.) J - Junior High: Intermediate School, College? Is NZ College the Junio

Finding a subject to write about these days is a toughie for me. I don't feel I can spew forth on these pages so much like I used to. Maybe that will come back to me at some stage....soon I hope. I feel stifled....frustrated that I can't express how I feel and what I'm thinking. Oh, probably better I tell you now that I've been drinking. Not a lot...but it doesn't take much for me to loosen up in just about every way when I've got alcohol in my blood stream. I know some of you must be wanting to know...curious, maybe....to hear more about how things were when Walker was here, and there are a lot of things I'd like to talk about that relate to that time. I'm talking about the positive things, not the negative stuff. Yet, how can I write about the good things that we did and some of the good feelings I had...when we're now in the position we're in because of me? When I think back a few weeks, I cringe at the person I became. I hate that I wa

I've been tagged by Mr Haney , who was tagged by Mrs Lifecruiser , who was tagged by Jenny , who is someone I don't know and haven't read enough about yet (although I did notice she's got a lovely picture postcard of NZ on her most recent post, I'm liking her already)...but I will read more, if only to find out who tagged her, and follow the trail right back to the meme originator. Then I'm going to....well, never mind what I'm going to do...but it's not going to be pretty. Nah, just kidding...I know some of you LOVE doing these bloody things. lol I still have two other memes I haven't completed yet. One from Fizzy and one from Skye ....I really haven't forgotten. Honest...I've just been...um...doing stuff. But seeing as I have all this extra time to play with myself, now might be a good time to try completing them. Anyway, enough of that...onto the most recent meme! Four jobs I've had: 1. Hot Dog vendor. When I was 13 I managed to land

A friend sent this to me via email. Thought I'd share it with you seeing as it's in keeping with my previous post. Gave me a laugh anyway. *** Most of you have read the scare-mail about the person whose kidneys were stolen while he was passed out. Well, read on. While the kidney story was an urban legend, this one is not. It's happening every day. My thighs were stolen from me during the night a few years ago. It was just that quick. I went to sleep in my body and woke up with someone else's thighs. The new ones had the texture of cooked oatmeal. Who would have done such a cruel thing to legs that had been mine foryears? Whose thighs were these and what happened to mine? I spent the entire summer looking for my thighs. Finally, hurt and angry, I resigned myself to living out my life in jeans and Sheer Energy pantyhose. Then, just when my guard was down, the thieves struck again. My bum was next. I knew it was the same gang, because they took pains to match my new rea

As I mentioned at the end of my previous post, I helped a friend move house this weekend. As I was packing up her bathroom that morning, not to mention unpacking her kitchen that evening, I wondered how on earth she could accumulate so much in the space of 18 months. Have you checked what's at the back of your bathroom cabinet lately? And as for the pantry in the kitchen...why do we continue to keep such stuff?? This got me to thinking about the surplus I have laying around my house. I've been here for 15 years...that's a shitload of accumulation. I have plenty of cupboards in the kitchen...but do I ever have enough room to put anything? No, of course not. Because my cupboards are filled with all manner of serving dishes and platters and odd glasses etc that I haven't used for years, if I've EVER used them at all. My bathroom vanity unit was filled with moisturisers and cleansers and various types of age-reducing paraphenalia that I don't even recall buying. It

When we were up north in Rotorua a couple of weeks ago, we took the boys to what's known as the AgroDome ...it's out in the country where they have bungy jumping and jet boat rides etc. My two decided to opt for what's known as the Zorb (another first for New Zealand, did you know that bungy jumping was created here too? is this a good thing or a bad thing for us Kiwis do you think?). They basically climb into a large rubber ball and roll down a hill....throw a bucket of water in there with them (Hydro Zorb) and the whole thing is over in about 20-30 seconds, but apparently it's quite the adrenalin rush....the boys loved it. Barnaby wasn't forgotten while this was happening, and the staff at the centre told us that if we'd spoken to them earlier, they would've put him in the Zorb with the boys. My favourite picture of Cameron. My favourite of Ryan. And a photo of them after they both 'squirted' out of the hole in the side of it. I got a phone call at

I've been thinking about this for the last day or so. A valentine's post...what should I write? Should I pretend it's just another day and completely avoid going anywhere near it? Should I stay in denial for as long as possible until the next one comes around and ignore that one too? As I mentioned last year, we don't celebrate Valentine's Day with as much enthusiasm and vigour as some countries do, and although there is plenty of advertising around the shops, I don't feel like it's being shoved down my throat about how much everyone else is being loved or loving others. A few weeks ago I took my mate Barnaby to the Botanical Gardens...the rose gardens to be exact. (Roses...Valentines...get it? Yeah, I knew you would.) As you'll be aware, all roses have names, some peculiar and some more appropriate than others. Below are some pictures I've snapped, taking advantage of rose names. They're obviously not appropriate to be showing 5/6 year old kid

Firstly, a heart felt thanks to all that emailed me or commented on my previous post. The support and the thoughtfulness of your kind words was appreciated, I thank you all so very much. I am going to attempt to keep that part of my life out of future posts, I'll deal with it privately. It's best that way for obvious reasons, and as wonderful as you have all been, noone likes a misery guts forever. So, keeping in mind my head's a little on the screwed up side, let's forge ahead and find something more uplifting to talk about. Let me tell you about a 24 hour period in my life last week. *** One of my tenants pops her head out the door as I'm walking past just after finishing work. "Hey Lisa, is there a special way to use the oven in here? Like a timer or something I can't find?" Apparently the oven died....*poof*...just like that....no spark, no click, nothing...just...dead. She was in the middle of cooking dinner. Using two elements on the cook

When my marriage ended and my house was devoid of any other adult company, I discovered chatting online. I certainly wasn't ready for one-on-one personal contact with the male species, I was repairing my heart, taking control back of my life and deliberating on how there are so many hills and curves to navigate during it. Some of them good, some of them not so good. The people I met via chat rooms and IM became my company. I never spoke to anyone even remotely close in proximity. The one requirement I had to chat with others, was that they be in a different country. If their profile showed they lived in New Zealand I'd immediately click on "next". I didn't want to speak with anyone that could possibly get near me physically, no touchy feely stuff was going to be happening with me...I made sure of it....I wasn't ready. Over the years I have met many people via this media....women and men alike. Some have come and gone never to be heard of again, others I

What a brilliant day. First out was Samantha carrying Jaimee, her hair in natural ringlets, who had refused to walk due to all the excitement, she'd insisted on being carried with her small basket of rose petals. Considering her age, noone was expecting her to do exactly what was required. They were followed by Natalie walking with River, Jason's nephew and the ring bearer. There were 6 bridesmaids altogether, all gorgeous. Then of course came the bride...her father proudly escorting her. The ceremony was held at the Duxton Hotel in Rotorua, alongside Lake Rotoiti. The day was beautiful and hot, the backdrop picture perfect. The Minister was Anna's paternal grandfather, which also made it particularly special. Unfortunately Jason's parents passed away a few years ago (within months of each other, very sad). Due to their absence, a candle was lit by the couple before the ceremony began. At the reception later a large photo of them was placed on the mantel beside the can