Because I can ...

Today, I'm going to repost something I wrote at the beginning of my blogger journey...in January 2005, when Walker and I were no longer a couple for various reasons, but one of the main reasons being, the man I've recently mentioned I'm back in contact with. It's a long and complicated story, on the messy side and I've chosen not to go into detail and dredge that all back up. If you want to know...go back through my archives...most of January/February 2005 will fill you in if you really have to know. Anyway, for the sake of re-introducing him into my page and hopefully giving you a laugh, I've pulled this post out for your reading pleasure this weekend. It's shorter than my usual essays, thus you will be pleased lol. *** The scene is set. I've got the laptop booted up and ready to connect to ICQ and yahoo, I've got the headset/microphone sitting on the bed, ready and waiting. The ethernet cable is now plugged into the back of the laptop and I'v

It has come to my notice, that I am now blocked, banned and deleted... *Crash!...*Smash!*...*Thunk!* ....*Tinkle*... On first discovering my new status of nothingness, and feeling slightly put out by the dramatics of it all...something suddenly dawned on me....there is in fact a wonderful positive side to this turn of events. I now have the freedom to say what I want without dealing with any repercussions of threatening emails or nasty innuendos via IM. I no longer need to be concerned that former confidences I've shared about my close friends or family will be blasted across the page for all to make judgement upon. Especially when they're lacking in facts, yet puffed up beyond recognition with exaggeration. But we all have the right to say what we want on our pages right? And we all respect each others right to do so. And although I have indeed said a few things on here about how I've felt concerning past matters, I don't believe I've ever been disrespec

Last year in September I wrote of how I felt about my teenagers drinking alcohol... here and here . You were all fabulous and gave me your opinions and told me of past experiences etc. My boys are both having the occasional drink these days, like when we're out to dinner or hanging out at their Dad's etc...and as far as I'm aware, they've not been drinking without one of their parents nearby. I haven't got to the stage where the fridge is stocked for them to help themselves here at home yet. Those pre-mixes are pretty much like lolly water...they're just too easy to drink...I know this through personal experience lol. Last night as I was lounging around in front of the telly, my kids joined me in the living room and Cameron mentioned that a good friend of his had attended a party on Friday night. Cam had chosen not to go because he was working at 6 the following morning and thought it best to pass on it or he'd never get to work on time. I asked him if his

My ex husband and best friend did indeed sleep together while they were away last weekend. They also chose to stay up north for an extra night. Given what my girlfriend has been going through with work and personally recently, she could have certainly done with the extra time out of the city. I'm not sure she really had to put herself through the trauma of having sex with my ex-hubby, but there ya go. lol Over the course of the weekend, the level of weirdness I was feeling about the two of them together started growing in strength. Seeing as I was expecting her home a day earlier, and I'd still not heard anything I assumed that she'd either stayed the extra night....or that she wasn't sure how to tell me. Or maybe she was so traumatised by the event, she was sitting in the corner of her room psychotically rocking lol. We met for lunch on the Monday with another close friend of mine and her young son....Alice filled us in on how much she enjoyed her weekend...sometimes g

Bugger this working lark...only been at work for 6 hours this week and already I'm getting fed up. Tonight when I drove home I was starting to wonder if it's time for a change in vocation. Yet I love my job...so maybe I just need more of a break. Like an overseas holiday or something else as financially crippling lol. I've been having a think about this recently. Overseas travel I mean. Once the boys have left school and are at university (that's if both are going, at this point in time I know of one that's got his mind set on it)...what's to stop me selling up and taking off? Besides my kids that is. The boys are the only reason I'm still here now I reckon. When they're 19 or older, they won't need me as much...they might still be living at home, but it doesn't have to be my home does it? Could just as easily be their Dad's they're living in. The drumkit got moved over there last week...why not my sons as well eventually? lol Th

Several weeks ago I made a halfhearted attempt at sorting out my blogroll. I wanted to put you all in order without messing around with my template and I wanted to do it in such a way that I would know when you had put up a new post....as opposed to me going in and out of pages hunting these newly updated gems down. There's a lot of work involved in clicking in and out of pages keeping track...I know you know this. I approached the lovely Lisa over at " Happiness Is A Good Nap " because I could see she had it together and I humbly asked for assistance. She was wonderfully helpful, pointed me in the direction of Blogrolling.com and away I went. I sat here and painstakingly entered each and every one of your links, typing the name of your sites, one after the other. I think there's an easier way to do it, possibly a drag and drop method, but I couldn't be bothered finding the instructions. Besides, I was in no mood to be reading what to do....I'm an impat

One of my best friends and my ex-husband have some kind of thing going on between them....it's nothing that's come to fruition...yet. But it's there all the same...the flirty banter, some of it outrageously obvious...some of it more subtle. But the body language between them is starting to speak volumes. Now, both these people have just recently come out of other long term relationships...and at the beginning I was pleased that they were 'stroking' each others egos. You know? Helping each other through difficult and complicated times. Nothing wrong with that I thought...it was good to see them both supporting each other and building a new friendship. I love them both...I want them to be happy. If that means they're happy by eventually becoming a couple, then so be it. What say have I in the matter anyway? I know, they both know, it's important they have some time out from a heavier relationship of any kind. Neither of them are ready for anything of great sig

I received this in my email last week. It was sent by my ex-husband and he asked "Is this you?" A man and his wife are dining at a table in a plush restaurant, and the husband keeps staring at an old drunken lady swigging her gin as she sits alone at a nearby table, until the wife asks, "Do you know her?" "Yes," sighs the husband, "She's my ex-wife. She took to drink right after we divorced seven years ago, and I hear she hasn't been sober since." "My God!" says the wife, "Who would think a person could go on celebrating that long?" **** Interestingly enough, some people out there could think that their ex-partners are indeed celebrating the demise of their relationship. Unless they've been trying to get rid of them for years and there's been nothing but hardship and hassles throughout their time together, I doubt that anyone celebrates the end of a relationship. There are the questions of "why?" and

Things I learned this weekend: Male strippers need to be prepared when the Bride-to Be is already half hammered and unexpectedly 'flicks' his policeman's hat away to reveal him in all his glory to her screaming friends; The Bride-to-Be's mother is more than prepared to stand up in front of her daughter's friends and demonstrate and explain the new sex toy she's just gifted her daughter; I can't sit in the passenger seat of a car with a HUGE erect cock cake "trembling' on my lap without hoping like hell nobody sees me, on the way to the party; I'm more flexible than some 20+ year old women and impressed my best mate in the bargain. Don't know how that happened, but was good to find out when I had to put my hand on the floor without bending my knees...and no, I can't do the splits lol; A 16 year old girl CAN get into a nightclub but only if she switches all the wedding paraphenalia her sister's wearing on her Hen's Night, wit

I'm taking some time off work. Well, not loads of time, just a week. And it's the week leading up to Easter (that's next week in case you were wondering). Which means the boys will still be at school. God help them if either of them decide they're feeling unwell on ANY of those days. I've told them, that unless they're vomitting or there is blood present, they will be attending school regardless. To be honest, I'm really looking forward to the time off. I can feel the frustration and irritation working it's way up inside me when I'm dealing with a particularly difficult patient. All the people I'm dealing with at the moment feel like difficult patients. My patience is being stretched to the end of it's tether. The energy I use up trying to keep my cool is starting to drain me. The next person that rings me on a Monday morning to register their family of 5, just because they can, could possibly get the phone hung up in their ear lol

Several months ago I wrote about one of my most favourite patients, Mrs S. She's a vibrant, colourful character that demands the attention of your heart immediately upon first meeting. You cannot help but be pulled in by her personality. I have always marvelled at how energetic and vivacious this wonderful 85 year old woman is. She touches and warms all those that come in contact with her. Each time she leaves my waiting room, I feel a void. It's like opening a book and having your senses assaulted and energised by a plethora of bright colours...only to turn the page to find a dull grey looking back at you. In contrast to his wife, her husband is a very quiet person. He seems a doddery old man, walking in the shadows of his more spirited wife. I've watched him reverse his car in the carpark straight into a stationery vehicle, and drive off without even realising. It was always him that rang and made appointments to see the doctor, for either of them. Last week Mrs S

Thank you so much for your kind comments on my previous post, and again thank you for your birthday wishes to Ryan. When his Dad arrived at our house yesterday after school, we had fun with Ryan. We gave him the keyboard and mouse and he did a good job of being excited about his gift and thanking us. His father said "well go on, go check to see if they fit into your computer then" (the old one). Eventually, after we'd had our moment of fun, I brought out the computer case all wrapped up and said "And here's the rest of your present". He was like "No Way! That's AWESOME!". He was more than rapt with his new PC and especially touched by the fact that his brother had built it for him. Dinner last night was great, there were only 6 of us, and I had told Ryan it would be a small affair anyway...he can have his mates to dinner for his 16th, like we did with Cameron. He understood that and besides, didn't care anyway, long as he got to participate

My oldest son has just finished building another computer. This will be his third, and as each one comes about, he gets better and faster at putting them together. This last one is special to him...it's a surprise for the recipient, so all has been very 'hush hush' in our house. He researched the parts he thought best, checked with his father to confirm his choices.....ordered directly from the importers for mailing straight to Dad's work...and saved over $400 in the process. The parts arrived first thing Thursday morning. Thursday after school, Cam made his way to his father's work....spent a couple of hours putting the parts together and testing them...I picked him up at about 7.30pm. Friday after school, same story....back to Dad's work to load the required software. Unfortunately I couldn't pick him up, his father had already left to go north for a big softball weekend, and the staff eventually kicked Cameron out at 6.30 when they were going home. Cam to