Because I can ...

I had an interesting chat with Jaimee last week.  We were sitting at the table colouring-in together and she kept saying "pardon me" as she passed wind.  Nice manners you say?  Yes, that's what I thought and I told her as much.  She continued popping away and pardoning herself each time and eventually I suggested perhaps she needed to go and use the toilet.  Nope, she assured me she didn't need to go.  (I later found out she'd 'stolen' a bunch of grapes out of her father's work van and scoffed the lot, go figure.) We carried on colouring, switching pencils, turning pages to a 'better' picture (just when I'm finally getting into the one she'd first chosen...I may never reach my full colouring-in potential because of this kid.)  Jaimee:  "I never say 'pardon me' at Kindy" Me:  "Oh?  Why's that?" Jaimee: "Because then they'd know I did it." Me:  "But surely your friends at Kindy...

I dropped Ryan off at the airport this afternoon.  He's now in Auckland for the weekend and more, coming home Tuesday night.  Whilst Auckland is not the capital of New Zealand, it is the biggest city, and I can't help but feel apprehensive about him getting lost or harmed while he's up there.  I know he's going to be fine, he's good at using his initiative, and as long as he doesn't lose his cellphone again, I'll be able to hound him with phone calls if I feel the need. (I'm going to try really hard not to harrass him...if I do, I  know the kinda response I'll get.) Today work was so busy the hours flew by.  Unfortunately the patients were grumpy and impatient, which only makes for a frustrating and fraught time for all that have to deal with them.  Isn't it funny how you can have several lovely people make your day seem brighter, yet one lousy grump can instantly smother that sun for the rest of the day?  Doesn't seem logical r...

Cameron: "So...why are you going back down to Christchurch tonight?" Me: "Well, it goes something like this. I've got this week off work too....you'll be at Uni most of the time, Ryan is working full time the next few days. Cameron:  "So?" Me: "Fi is working, Anne is working, Jaimee isn't back from Aussie yet." Cameron: "And?" Me: "Well...who's gonna play with me??!" Cameron: "Oh." Me: "See, Dan's my boyfriend, he HAS to play with me, it's part of the rules." Cameron: *quietly* "Poor Dan."

Earlier this year as we were saying goodbye yet again at the airport, I remember saying to Dan, "This will get easier won't it? We'll probably get quite blaise about all this goodbye-ing and flying up and down the country I guess" Or something to that affect. Anyway, the point of me telling you that is, I was wrong (yeah yeah, print it out if you feel the need). I'm still waiting for the 'easy' part to happen. In fact, it appears to be getting harder and harder each time. I loathe this part of our relationship. I start winding myself up for it a couple of days before departure, which does nothing to improve my mood and thus probably makes him sigh with relief as he's waving me off at the airport. I came home on Thursday night. Friday morning dawns and I think to myself "I can do this, I don't need him here...I've all sorts of things I can and WILL do." I lay in bed running through a list of things that need to be sorted...I st...

It's Dans birthday today, hence me flying down last night. So far this year the habit seems to have been that we're either flying up or down the country in the middle of each month.  But a birthday warrants an earlier visit in my book...so here I am! This of course will likely mean, I shall be spending the day carrying out his every wish and command...I am, if nothing else, here to ensure love, laughter, and fulfillment of his every possible need/want. Once these 24 hours are up, I will be forcing allowing him to reciprocate his gratitude on every level imaginable. Yes indeedy, I shall certainly permit that...I'm  that generous...honestly, I was born that way, tis a gift. Last Monday afternoon, when I picked Jaimee up from daycare, we talked about her drawing a picture for Dan for his birthday. Lots of colours, flowers, stars, the occasional disjointed person...you know the type, no necks, triangle bodies for girls (that'd be dresses of course), hair that looks li...