Saturday, December 30, 2006

Putt, putt, putt....

My ex-husband turned up at 8.30 on christmas morning, told the boys their mother and him had bought them a joint present but he couldn't be bothered bringing it up, so he'd left it on the street and told them to go get it.

Neither of them had any idea. Ryan looked at the car and assumed his father had crashed his other one and that the present must've been in the boot (trunk) lol. As they walked down the driveway, Dad leaned over the balcony and said "Oh, you might want these too" and threw down the keys.

We watched from above as it finally dawned....Cameron first...."Oh man, NO WAY!...That's AWESOME!"...Ryan was silent, still wondering what was going on, and where was the present? (oh dear poor child lol).

So yeah, we got them a car for christmas. Obviously on my budget it's not brand new. In fact I think it may be around 1993...a Mitsubishi Lancer, in great condition, mag wheels, white (bleech), and only a 1.5 litre, so nothing too powerful that will get away from them. Their father had rung me a month or so ago to ask how I'd feel about them having one, and would I like to go halves in it. He gave me a run down of the specs "...newly registered and warranted...manual...they won't be embarrassed to be seen in it..." etc etc. It seemed the natural next step to me, so I agreed.

He made Cameron get behind the wheel and drive them to a large empty carpark, where he proceeded to give Ryan his first driving lesson. I think Cameron almost crapped his pants having to drive there and back home. He hasn't been behind the wheel of a car in God knows how long, and certainly not a manual, his Dad and I both have automatics.

Ryan was embarrassed that he bunny-hopped the car continuously, until we convinced him that everyone does it. [In fact when my father was teaching my older sister to drive, she hopped the car along so badly she shook the muffler and exhaust off the car. The whole family (minus Mum) was in the car, and my brother (4 at the time) got so scared he ended up bawling lol.]

So now they have a car, all that's needed is for them to learn how to drive it (is that all??). I have visions in my future of being able to sleep in during the weekends instead of getting up at 5.30am to drive Cam to work. Hooray! [I've decided it'll be more positive to think along these lines as opposed to freaking out about my babies being on the road on their own eventually.]

And where was their mother on Christmas morning, while all this driving excitement was going down? She was busy cooking breakfast....from the safety of her kitchen of course!
Saturday, December 23, 2006

Pre-Christmas Update


(Edit: 24 December: At 5am this morning, this is the sound that woke me up. *thump, thump, thump, thump...."BLEEEEEEEEEECH!!* Yep, Ryan almost made it to the fact he managed to get as far as the threshold...thus it was all down the door and across the floor instead...mind you, the next couple of chucks were directly into the toilet bowl. Poor baby. The biggest panic for me was that it was streaked with so much red...that was until I remembered him having a strawberry sundae last night after dinner, phew. Noooooooooo! Please! Not NOW!! Just thought I'd share that lol)

This is nothing like the post I was planning to put up before Christmas, but with time running out and my head not being in a very settled writing mindset, it's the best I can come up with for now. Forgive me for being a tad on the blah side ok? *smile*

The boys are still on their summer break (until the end of Jan at least), and so far they've not done anything too energetic around here, coming and going, and then sometimes not going anywhere for days on end, just happy to hang around home. Not such a bad thing really.

Ryan got in the car last weekend after finishing his shift at KFC and said that he would probably be leaving not long after Christmas. He's unhappy working there now, the place is poorly managed and has been for years. When he first got the job I was a little apprehensive about him working for this branch in particular because I'd heard nothing but complaints. A change of manager has done squat all to make it any better.

A few days later, Cameron decided that he will also be leaving. He's going to write a letter of resignation and point out the reasons for why he's leaving. Poor management and the work ethic of other staff being the main issues for him. He's still working at the bakery, has been for over 3 years now and last weekend he asked his boss for a raise. He pointed out that his loyalty couldn't have been better. He's watched several bakers assistants come and go during that time and even with the problems he's been experiencing with his legs now, he still continues to work for them.

The boss told him he's the best assistant they've ever had and offered to put his wages up over $2.00 more an hour...Cameron responded with "$2.50" and the deal was done.

While sitting outside smoking at my hairdresser's yesterday (with dye doing it's thing in my hair), I got a call from a wonderful lady from the insurance company...she talked about the letter and invoices I faxed them last week and basically closed the file. Bottom line, they're going to pay for everything that got zapped in my recent power surge. Some of the goods I still didn't have quotes or invoices for, had only given her estimates...but she just decided to pay me out on the estimates I'd given anyway. I've never heard of that happening before but I couldn't have been happier to get that news 3 days before Christmas! Yay!

She also said "Let me tell you Lisa, you could certainly teach the rest of our insurees a thing or two...your letter was laid out gave me all the information I needed!" Hooray for me! lol

The last few days I've been running around like a headless chicken during the hours I'm not on shift at work. I think I'm pretty much done with everything that's needed before we take off up the coast to the my sister's. Cameron is now ok with staying in the tent, it's probably me that has an issue now. It's been so cold here with the southerly continuing to come through, I hope like hell it's a lot warmer further up the coast or I'll be freezing my tits off, and that's saying something. Considering it took me a while to convince Cameron, I can't NOT sleep in the damn thing myself can I? lol

I am going to be knocking off a few more names on my blogroll shortly. Blogs of people that have pretty much stopped writing altogether for one reason or another. The problem is of course I am always going to wonder whether they'll start up again, and what they've been up I'll add them to my favourites list and continue to check every once and a while. I'm nosey like that.

This will likely be my last post before Christmas, so once again I shall wish you all a very happy and safe holiday season, and look forward to catching up with you on my return.

I'm posting my 'christmas card' here again for you to watch if you haven't already. This link should take you directly to YouTube. Otherwise, scroll down, it might work better that way, who knows these days?? lol

I'll try and be sure to come back in one piece, and I'd appreciate it if you all did the same! Take care of yourselves and have fun!
Wednesday, December 20, 2006

Preparing for Incoming...

*settles in chair, takes deep breath*

It's now Wednesday morning here in New Zealand, and I have so many thoughts and "to-do" lists crowding the inside of my head, it's a wonder my fingers are able to do anything other than write more lists....more lists, oh and let's not forget MORE FRIGGIN' LISTS!


I need them, I can't get through this time of year with any form of sanity without them. Lists ensuring I've included all I needed to for christmas presents, a list for what I'm required to put together food-wise to transport up to the coast for christmas day. Another list to make sure the boys and I have everything we need from home to take with us. A list of all my bloody lists.

My brother, his fiancee and their 14 month old daughter arrive in New Zealand tonight at 23 year old nephew is coming in on the same flight. My parents arrive in Wellington on Saturday.

Did I tell you we're going to be basically camping out this year? Yeah, that's right, the kids and I will be sleeping in a tent while we're at my sister' was decided this past weekend. I have graciously *cough* given up my container bedroom for my brother and his family. Considering there will be at least 17 people staying at the Orchard, it was only fair, not to mention practical, that some would end up in a tent. That "some" consists of me and the boys and my girlfriend with her 21 year old daughter. Mind you, it's a kick ass tent with 3 double rooms...but it's not so kick ass that it has it's own toilet or a hot shower.

Hey, we're made of hardy stock(?), and we're only a few feet from the main house, so how hard can it be? I've been wanting to go camping for's my chance to try it out without being too far away from the comforts of home. Cameron's staunchly told me "Mum, I won't be going to Aunty Di's if we're sleeping in a tent ok? That's just the way it's going to be."

Ho ho ho honey...whatever...he'll be there with jingle bells on if I have to shove them down his throat and hog tie him to Santa's reindeer. Should it get to that stage, I'll push up my sleeves, throw Ryan the camera so he can snap pics of the brawl that comes about. That way I can make another small movie clip...possibly to the sounds of Billy Ocean singing "When the Going Gets Tough..."

Cameron might get his way the majority of the time, but mark it well... I'll be winning this one.

When the going gets tough...the tough get going
when the going gets rough...the tough get rough...

I can barely wait til the fun this space...
Friday, December 15, 2006

Close Enough...

I was going to wait and post this next week, but seeing as I was feeling so chuffed with myself at 12.30 last night, the fact that I'm going away for the weekend again and I felt the need to post something before I take off.... I figured, why wait? lol

My first attempt at this small movie was fun, and I do believe I buggered around with it so much, and have watched it so many times now, that I can see oh so many things about it I'd like to change. Typical. The first 3 photos in it you will definitely recognise ha ha. My apologies for the resolution on some of the photos. The one of Jaimee in my lap is not a resolution issue, merely a "Jaimee-wriggling-at-the-wrong-time" moment. lol

Just a short compilation of pictures from the past 12 months. Starting with Anna's wedding in February, Barnaby Bear, orchard pics, my brother, sister, brother in law, father, and obviously plenty of my boys. The song is one of my all time favourite christmas tunes by the Eagles and the whole she-bang is less than 3 minutes long.

This morning I'm still feeling somewhat elated with my efforts, but I'm bloody tired, so I hope you're able to view it and I'd sure appreciate you enjoying it LOL.

I wish you all only the happiest and safest of times over the holiday season. Be good to yourselves and to each other. (Yeah, I know I don't actually have to tell you that, you're all smart cookies.)

Merry Christmas Everyone! *group hug*
Tuesday, December 12, 2006

It's Almost Over...

Hello My Lovelies...

I apologise for the lack of a new post. My absence has not been due to anything other than me being away for the weekend AND my cable modem dying. More fallout from the power surge a couple of weeks ago unfortunately. Needless to say, we were extremely happy to see our ISP technician turn up this morning with a new modem. Prior to that we were wandering around the house with blank faces, 'visiting' each other. That was rather cool.

As is to be expected at this time of year, all is very busy trying to get organised. I've been shopping for the little kids I needed to buy for...Anna was my timekeeper, she basically kept slapping her hands together saying "That'll be good for so and so...cross that name off the list....moving right along now...who's next?". It's probably the fastest I've ever managed to get that part of my list done. I must remember to take her again with me next year lol.

Cameron has bought himself a Nintendo Wii. His mother is rolling her eyes at the accumulation of yet another bloody console littering the floor in the lounge. He was most put out when our internet disappeared due to the wireless capabilities of this phenomonal new device of his. Today he sent me an email from it and I was instructed to reply *sigh* Blow me down if the sodding thing didn't just up and glow blue when my response was received, pfft.

Two minutes later my cellphone went off signifying a new text message received. I said to him "Oh, that will be the Wii saying thanks very much for responding I guess." I really do love that frowny face of his...which incidentally, was nothing compared to the facial expression he gave when reading my email reply on the tv screen lol.

Ryan is more than relieved that his exams are over. He doesn't show much on the outside, he tends to internalise it all. Trying to keep that in mind, I had been squirting Rescue Remedy down his gob the night before each exam and then again before he left the house on the day to sit it. Whether it made him any calmer or not is hard to tell, but it made me feel better to do it lol.

We're all doing ok, just hanging in there and taking each day as it comes. This includes still dealing with the insurance company re my recent power surge, coping with family dramatics and trying to override the frustrations of everyday life and it's continuous complications.

Sound familiar? Hold tight people, the holiday season is upon us, there's a light at the end of the tunnel...somewhere...I just hope it's getting closer, cos Lord only knows I've sure as hell had enough of this year! lol
Thursday, December 07, 2006

What the...?

Me to friend over the phone: "I've been really getting into The Cranberries lately."
Friend enthusiastically: "Oh yeah! They're really good for bladder infections eh?"
(After I erupted with laughter, she said "Don't put this on your blog ok?" yeah ok, whatever *snort*)


On the phone to Cameron who was at an end of year exams party after realising he was supposed to take some alcohol:

"So, shall I get you some beer? You don't like beer eh? Oh! How about some bubbly, would you prefer bubbly?"
"No Mum, don't get wine....that would be problematic."
(Only mother, like son)


2 and a half year old Jaimee running towards me the minute I stepped foot in the door:

"Aunty Lisa! LOOK!!" *Hiking up skirt* "I GOT KNICKERS!!" *big grin*
(That's progress for you folks *sigh*)


Doctor calling across restaurant: "Hey Lisa! You'll know. What was the name of the nightclub that used to be in the Willis Street Village?"
Me: "What the hell's THAT supposed to mean??...*cough*...It was CHIPS."


Work colleague with camera: "Come on ladies, stick your chests out."
Co-worker looking at me beside her: "That's hardly fair! How am I supposed to compete with THOSE??"
Monday, December 04, 2006

Come Fly With Me

There are many times when I am deliberately deaf to the goody-good's voice in my head. While that voice is saying "LISA! NO! *cough* Honestly doll, that's REALLY not a good idea."...the rebel in me is trying to reason..."COME ON! It can't hurt to give it a hard can it be?? You're such a pussy" Goody-good frowns, Rebel throws the first punch....all hell breaks loose, swearing, pulling hair, biting, scratching...and eventually both sides are left completely exhausted, panting in their respective corners. Nothing gets accomplished. Nil all.

Let's take bungy jumping or rollercoaster adrenalin rushing stuff. See, both sides of my brain-fence shook hands in agreement about that YEARS ago. The only blood pumping scenario my body's going to be subjected to, will be happening between the sheets...or wherever...and it's not going to involve harnesses or perfectly good aeroplanes with parachutes. You'd be lucky to get me on a trampoline these days....and even then you can expect me in a horizontal position.

However...I will confess that I have often contemplated having a go at sky-diving. I know! It surprises me too! But it's true. Unfortunately, the thought of my stomach's contents splattering me in the face on the way down stops me from following through. Vomit's pretty disgusting, who wants to get that up, close and personal with it?? And then there's the noise...I'm not a screamer per se, but I'd wager my first born on the fact I'd become one the instant I stepped out into thin air. I'm a solid woman, I need to have solid ground under my feet.

Um...where was I?

Oh, yeah.

I was listening to the radio in the car the other week. They have a section in the morning sometimes called "Girl Talk" or some blah blah. That day they were discussing rules. How intriguing I fact, I was SO fascinated with hearing these rules I can no longer remember them. Typical. Here's the few I can recall:

- Big hair is out [Sorry 'bout that Marg];

- Always shave your legs if you're wearing shorts. [Besides, you just never know when you're going to be rubbing them up against someone. Haha. Chance'd be a fine thing. Anyhow, you don't wanna be prickling a prick now do you? *snigger* yeah alright, I know];

- Never date your friend's ex. [ leave that one alone];

- Never say "I love you" to the guy first. If you tell him that before he's ready to hear it or feel it, your response is going to be in the form of a male-shaped hole in your door [feel free to scrap about this one in the comments]; and

- If you're going to show your cleavage, cover up your bottom half [eh??!]. In other words...cleavage or legs...not both [Oh, right]. Leave something to the imagination. Showing too much skin will brand you with a not-so-nice title.

That's all I can remember. Got any yourself? Guys and/or girls....I know there are rules on both sides...I've broken a few of them myself. Just a few, mind you, I'm more good girl than rebel...well, most of the time anyway.

Actually, I'll let you into a secret....the rest of the time I'm pretty much an airhead in disguise. You didn't know that did you? [Oy! Be nice!]
Sunday, December 03, 2006

Bibbity Bobbity Boo...

Thank you to those that have emailed me to check I'm doing ok. I really appreciate hearing from you, always do. And yes, I'm doing ok thank you...well, I will be anyway. My mood goes in 'waves', some days are better than others, and as time rocks on, things can only get better. It helps to keep that in mind...the urge to start yelling "When? WHEN WILL IT GET BETTER??!" could be an issue though lol. I'm finding it easier to keep busy and not think about it. You know the drill....emotional shut down, blocking out thoughts and can count on me, I've always been good for that.

I apologise for not answering the rest of my comments on the post below. I really just haven't felt up to it, but I certainly appreciate what you've all said and am truly humbled by your kind words and the support they give me. The lack of it from other parties here on the blogisphere can only be expected...yet the shock of reading my previous boyfriend felt that our entire relationship was built on cheating and lies was not an easy pill to swallow. If I thought it would make any difference I'd suggest he do some number crunching with dates to sort out the bullshit scenario he wants to believe.

We all knew I could be a bitch right?...if I linked every post I've proved that openly in we'd run out of room here. Apparently now I'm quite the gifted liar and can juggle relationships simultaneously with the deception and pretense of a finely skilled magician. Who knew?? If that's the case then it's only fair I have a wand...imagine the damage I could do with one of them there things eh? Just thinking about it makes me shiver with anticipation.

Anyway, enough of that rubbish...a quick update on my household and it's occupants:

Cameron has completed his exams....Ryan has only 1 left to go, he has the music exam on Wednesday to deal with and then the whole she-bang of schooling and stress is over until the beginning of February.

The major electrical appliances/equipment that got zapped in our recent power surge are now fixed and up and running. Little things keep popping up that we hadn't noticed earlier time....the AA/AAA battery recharger and Cameron's cellphone charger being the latest discovery. I'm too scared to plug my toothbrush recharger back in and see if that's dead as well...that would just be the final straw for me.

My younger sister has not changed her mind about Xmas day. She will be the only family member absent, and while it's a shame she won't be there with us, it's her choice. Regardless of copious amounts of intervention from my brother in Sydney, she's standing firm. Must be something about the women in my family and their stubborness.

When I think I'm close to finishing up my christmas shopping, I find there is still plenty missing from the list. I'm hoping to remedy some of it today. I'm pretty much done for my's the littlies, my nieces and nephews that I need to sort out now.

Right I'm done for now.....I'm off to pull the rabbit out of my arse and continue getting on with my own life.

I hope you are all well and I'll be in and out of your blogs to be sure you're behaving, or not...Happy Days to you all!