Because I can ...

Anna came to see her GP the other night, Jason and Jaimee accompanying her. Jaimee (4) came around the back of the reception desk and sitting on my knee pointed to my telephone earpiece/mic. Jaimee: "What's that?" Me: "Oh, this is my secret microphone to the boss." Jaimee: "Oh. But who's the boss of you , Aunty Lisa?" I watched her eyes widen as I held the micophone closer to my mouth and whispered: Me: "Hello?...God?...Are you there God?" (Got myself a slap from her mum for that one lol) *** Occasionally the doctors are given gifts of thanks from their patients. Dr R has had a box of chocolates sitting in his tray since last Friday. While I was messing about with the doctors mail this morning, one of the nurses commented: Nurse: "He's had those chocolates there for almost a week now." Me: "And you're bringing this to my attention because...?" Nurse: "Because I feel like eating chocolate today, that's

This is the first time in many years that I've had a real life time relationship. A REAL one. One where I can actually physically touch the person I love, one where I can cuddle up to him at night, read books in bed beside him, cook in the kitchen alongside him. The bonus of this, besides feeling and acting almost like normal people, is I get to make love to him, with him. In the same bed no less...who knew how incredible the union of two bodies could be? I'd forgotten what that felt like...the feelings of joining together with someone so freely and with that much love had drifted off to such a distance, they would brush past my memory banks so fleetingly I had to wonder if they'd ever existed to start with. I can safetly say that I have not felt this connected to another person since way back when I fell in love with the boys' father. I was 18. And while I don't want to minimise how I felt about Pat, there's certainly a difference to falling in love at 18

I'm having withdrawal issues re smoking again. I can feel it in my stomach. That knot that starts getting tighter and tighter each time I realise that I'm a non-smoker. Each time my body thinks "Hm, now feels like a good time for a smoke"...and then the mental gasp of....."You don't smoke, remember??!" YES!...ALRIGHT!...I REMEMBER!...*mutter mutter*...bitch. This'll teach me. Serves me right for thinking I was going to be able to smoke for a couple of days (or five) and then stop again without any problem. It's probably one of the phases of the non-smoking thing....I stopped reading Allen Carr's book because I stopped smoking before I even got past chapter 2. I was SO ready to quit. Apparently Mr Carr suggests/recommends you continue to smoke while you read his book. Course I never got far enough in the book to find out why . NOW, I'm willing to read the whole damn book, but only because it'll give me some kinda weird 'per

And this is what she looks like today. (Her head looks disproportionate to the rest of her but we'll have to put that down to the photograher and the fact I only ever take photos with my camera these days.) I was going to spend some time reading blogs and even post again, but I've run out of time...I'm off to get physio done on my knee and then to work. By the time I get home, I doubt I'll feel like doing anything haha.

As most of you will know, this young lady is the lovely Jaimee (not sure why she looks cross-eyed in this pic, must've been the photographer!) If her parents weren't around so often, I would attempt to claim her as mine, but alas, they won't go away. Both my boys are of the impression that Jaimee's needs and wants come above and beyond theirs' in this house, even when she's not here. There are certain bits and pieces that I'll buy for her in the grocery shopping, and should I see one of the boys reaching towards them in the pantry, I'll always point out..."Oh, I got that for Jaimee, she loves those museli bars...please don't eat them." or whatever it is. Generally this gets the response of "Oh, right, yes of course, I see how it is." Yesterday I answered the phone to hear a rather high-pitched Anna... "Jaimee's fallen at kindy, are you able to go and get her?!" Friday is my day off, I had climbed back into bed earli