Because I can ...

There are three adult sized bodies in this house. Three bodies filled with mucous...phlegm, snot...whatever you wanna call it, we've got it. Coughing...sneezing....watery eyes...running noses....it's all here on show for anyone that gets too close. This equates to garbage bags full of tissues... Residents not getting out of bed early...some not getting out of bed at all... No housework being done (like there's a new thing *snort*)... Main food consumption....lemons....honey....boiled water (new food group) .... Me taking the kids to the doctor, who only had one free appointment, but kindly squashed in both because I whined to the receptionist "I just don't know which one needs it most...can you please ask him he'll see both??" Quote for the day: "It hurts like hell when I cough...and there's chunks in it...and it's flourescent green...no, honestly Mum..... fluorescent green !" Thus here we sit, tanked on antibiotics, pholcodine syrup, bre

There are very few people in this world that know me. I mean really know me deep down inside. They're the ones that really get me. They're the ones that I put my trust in and rely on for the support I might need from time to time. They're the ones I respect the opinions of most and would be there in a heartbeat to help if they ever needed me, and vice versa. Those few people are the ones you share your inner thoughts and feelings with. They know pretty much how you'll react to any given situation and there are private jokes bandied about between you. They make you laugh until you cry...because you get it... they get it...there are mental 'high 5s' going on, and you both know it...thus you laugh harder. There's an extra special sweetness having people like this in your life isn't there? It's like a warm kindred blanket that keeps the cold out on the most dismal of days. United we stand... So, what occurs if the trust we have in that person

Cameron was 9...Ryan was 8....I was 30-mumble-mumble. We were at my nephew-in-law's 21st birthday, and it was just over 6 months since my husband and I had separated. Man, my kids were cute back then...can't call them cute now, my teenagers are too big and smelly to wear that label, but back then? they were cute and still cuddly and on the more innocent side of life. Back to my nephew's 21st....a karaoke machine was involved for entertainment purposes and it was brought out around 9.30pm when most people had had their fill of karaoke-inducing supplements. They were ready to get the place rocking...well, some of them were anyway. Now, this can be a fun thing right? I've partaken a few times myself in the past...usually due to too much alcohol. By that stage I don't care much what I sound like, let alone what they think I sound like. The world is my stage and you will pretend to be entertained damnit! You may kiss my feet. Ryan, bless him, had decided he wanted a go

Do you know how many half finished posts I've got sitting in my draft folder? 6. That may not be many for some of you, but it's a shitload for me. I never keep drafts. I write, I publish, I answer comments. In the last week, I've dedicated two posts to the lovely Maldita and my new template overhaul. And I sit here starting to write about something else, any thing else and get half way through and...*poof*...it's gone. Now is not a good time for me to be struggling with writer's block...I have this classy new template...it deserves to be shown off to the world! My blogging gene seems to have disappeared...I haven't even answer my comments from the last post (Thank you to all that commented, I really do appreciate hearing from you.) Back to the template for a mo...the header photo got changed to try and get away from portraying this as being a mushy lovey dovey site (even though it's been that way in the past). Course, it now could be seen as a mummy blog, a

Yesterday, Cameron tells me he thinks I've been unduly tough on our friend Maldita , after I told him that I had sent her copious amounts of emails. "Oh no, you didn't?" "Yeah I did....here...look" *scrolling down my "sent items" mail folder for him* "Aaww Mum...I feel really sorry for that lady" Today, as I was sitting here staring at the screen I remarked to him.... "Now that I've got this elegant new look, it makes me feel like I have to write something deep and meaningful. Yet I don't have anything deep and meaningful going on in my head right now" *sigh* "Shot Mum...for doing a great job of screwing yourself over" *smirk* He had a good laugh about that. Little shit.

For the longest time I've been bored shitless with my template...you all know it...I've harped on enough about it. The other day I came across the blog of a lovely lady who designs templates...templates full of colour and fun and just about anything you can think of. She will put together an idea you give her and run with it. Furthermore...she will bend and weave her skills to chop and change things around to your suit every whim. I know this because I've just put her through as much bending and weaving as her poor young body can probably handle. But let me add, she's a flexible little sucker and has proven herself to be made of magic rubbery stuff that never breaks, by putting up with my requests and demands. And trust me....I had plenty of them. You know the kind? Like... "can we change this?" ....then "maybe put this here?" .... "and hey how about we put these over there?" ... "oh and let's take that bit out ok?" ....

Quick post tonight. And yes I know I'm lacking depth at the moment, but hey, a girl's gotta take the opportunity to be light when she can...especially when she weighs as much as yours truly does. 'Nuff said. Wanted to bring something to your attention. It's quite possible you've already seen this...I've been messing around in this site for several months off and on now but only just ordered something from it a couple of weeks ago. (Yeah, I'm slow, I know it, you know it, we all have to live with it.) If you want the best quality products at highly discounted prices, this is the place to go. Cosmetics, fragrances, skincare etc...and don't be thinking it's ONLY for the women either. There are a HEAP of mens products available. You don't have to fill anything in unless you buy, and that's great as far as I'm concerned....I can't be bothered with websites that I have to join before I can see anything. They annoy the crap outta me. Anyway.

I'm feeling a bit out of sorts lately, tonight more than usual. My brain does not want to function properly. I suspect it just doesn't want to try and categorise all the thoughts it's hoarding. I'm going to have another attempt at fiddling around with my template. Barely much of a fiddle at all, but enough to at least get that damn orange square out of the top left hand corner lol. I'm also thinking of changing the name of it (my site that is, not the orange square). When I first started writing, this blog was for purging. With everything that was going on at that time, I needed somewhere to spit it out. Regardless of whether anyone read it or not...it helped immensely to put it down on 'paper'. I wanted that out quickly. So I came to blogger...created a blog...and because of, what from the outside can only be described as some kinda warped triangle affair, the first thing that popped into my head was "Internet Lovers". I still chat with on

QUICK BLOG PIMP UPDATE : Please feel free to make your way over to my dear friend Freddy's site . He's posted a 'tribute' (and a photo) of my loo episode. Course it's not really my toilet. Oh and while you're there, would you mind clicking on the link at the bottom of the post and voting for him if you've got the time? I hope you do...I'd rather not have a grumpy irishman from Belfast coming down on our heads. Lord only knows what kinda weapon he may whip out if he gets grumpier! (Just kidding Freddy, you know I love ya! *mwah*) Quick post before I bugger off for the weekend. I was going to try and be a bit more creative and funny in this post. Maybe even chuck a little bit of sexy in there too...but quite frankly...I got none of that in me tonight lol. Seeing as nobody is curious, I will ask myself for you. Pretend You: "So Lisa? Did you fix the toilet you were messing around with a couple of posts ago?" Real Me: "Oh, that old post, we d

When a relationship ends, a relationship on any level, but for this post, let's concentrate on the one that's of the most intimate kind...why do some people feel it's ok to sling mud at their ex-partners? If you're the one that's been dumped, and you're angry as hell that love appears to have been snatched away from you without just cause...then I guess I could understand the attitude more. If you've been cheated on or your partner has been messing around on the net chatting up a sex storm with anyone who'll listen? Then ok, far as I'm concerned, that deserves some action. But if that relationship has ended with honesty and because things just weren't working and they could see no sign of it having a future...well...that's life. It happens. We can't expect to get on with each and every person we date and see our futures in their eyes can we? And maybe we don't come to this conclusion until we're a bit further down the track i

Me: *admiring the rings in the jewellery shop window* "Look at that one, it's gorgeous" Cameron: "Come on, you don't need any more, we can't afford it." Me: "Oh for goodness sake, I'm only looking at it, I didn't say I was going to buy it" Cameron: *leaning closer, voice low* "Mum, I'm feeling very uncomfortable looking at expensive jewellery, when there's a World Vision stand set up right behind us" *** Me: *Walking into Ryan's bedroom* "Wow, you've cleaned your room up, it looks terrific!" Ryan: "Thanks" Me: "Sooo...how come?" Ryan: *still playing WoW, not looking at me* "It needed it. And anyway [insert girlfriend's name] is coming over this afternoon" Me: *mentally gasping but speaking casually* "Oh right...and is her mother aware I'll be at work then?" Ryan: "It's still under negotiation. Don't worry about it, it's all under con

Anyone that thinks they're carrying around too much weight, check this out. 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 working, so had the time to spend pumping weights and running around the aerobics arena. I was overtaken with the joy of sweat dripping into my eyes and the aching scream of my muscles. The exhaustion that swamped me when I'd stumble through the exit doors after my routine was a satisfying one. Dur

Vagina. Is it such an ugly word? If I'm at the doctor's office, then no. If I'm in the throes of passion with someone (chance would be a FINE thing lol) , then....well....bleech. Leave it out. I've just been watching something on telly, where a man breaks up with a woman because she uses the word vagina. Alot. I mean, she uses it while talking during sex with him. It was giving him the creeps. I have to admit, I can certainly think of better words to use than vagina. And on the male side of things, I definitely wouldn't be saying "I need to feel your penis inside me". Odd...kinda cold....clinical. "I need penis" ? "I want to suck penis" ? "You make my vagina very lubricated" ?? How much more turned on do you think your lover's going to be? They aint, I can almost guarantee it. I say "almost" because you just never know what turns others on. The fact that the v word has 3 syllables has got to be enough to stop use

Whether you're at McDonalds or some swanky restaurant, if the service doesn't cut the mustard, then there's not a strong chance you'll go back there. Well I won't anyway. Dealing with the public on a daily basis can be a harrowing experience. I know this because I do it myself. On reception at a busy medical centre, I've had to deal with mental health patients that can be violent (and have been at times)...people irritated because they've waited so long for their doctors...people vomiting on the carpet...others collapsing in front of me. Shit happens (sometimes literally)...it's part of the job. Keeping it together and continuing to make sure everything else is running smoothly can take it's toll for sure. It's frustrating, not to mention emotionally exhausting to have to deal with this on a daily basis. If you get an argumentative person, you know it's best not to argue back...you bite your tongue and be empathetic to the needs of the "