Because I can ...

In the last couple of weeks, I have been thinking about putting together a post to wrap up the 2008 year. I had great plans to talk about all the changes that have happened this year..you know, stuff that'd make you laugh, make you cry, make you go "oh my God Lisa!"...that kinda thing. I had planned to start writing this off and on, add bits and pieces to it over the days, and post it with grand finesse on New Years Day. Well...*ahem*...much like everything else that happens around this place, it fell into the I'm-too-tired-it's-too-late-it's-too-hot-and-"OMG-I've-run-out-of-time!"-too-hard basket. Yesterday, Cameron and I decided to have a party this evening. He had wanted to invite his mates around tonight anyway and was encouraging me to return to the orchard again like last year. I've decided to stay home because I'm overnighting at the orchard on Saturday (because I have to drive further north to collect Ryan halfway between his

Ever seen anyone this excited about putting on an apron?? Not to worry, she'll learn eventually lol Guess who got a makeup kit for Christmas? You oughta see the colours of my fingernails right now...when I turned up to see Jaimee, Anna and Jason, I was taken by the hand and told "Now just take a seat Aunty Lisa". Purple on one hand, hot pink on the other, glittery "blaaaash" from the corners of my mouth upto my ears and a variety of lip colours that changed over the course of time as and when she felt it needed refreshing. I wasn't the only one that fell prey to her beautific demeanour... I hope that your day was as fun and colourful as mine! Merry Christmas to you and yours :) (Um, let's not tell Jason about this ok?, he'd be horrified to know he was launched internationally in such a way.)

I realise you probably think I've disappeared again, but I haven't...honest. As is happening in most households across the world, the great crescendo toward Christmas preparations and all it involves, is upon us. Add that to Ryan's injury, Dan's visit, Jaimee, the orchard...oh, yeah, and work, blah...that doesn't leave a lot of time for blogging. Don't misunderstand, I'm thinking about blogging, truly I am. But my energy levels are thwarting any action. It's not like I can climb into bed to rest and have the added benefit of a cuddle from blogger is it? I have been making a very half-hearted attempt to even read blogs the past couple of weeks I'm afraid. Just time and energy, nothing more. It has certainly not been forgotten. Anyway, enough of that for now. I will hopefully be back on track soon and catching up with everything the rest of you are doing in your lives too...I'm looking forward to that...you know how I hate being out of the

Ryan's girlfriend arrived in Wellington today (she lives up north, we are obviously a family with national affiliations *waves flag* yay us)...she's staying until Friday. We don't have a spare room, so the plan was that Ryan sleep on the sofa, while Therese took over his bedroom. Everyone was happy with that, so it was all good. "WAS" being the operative word. Yesterday at approximately 1.15pm, my youngest son fell out of a tree (yes, a freakin' tree)...broke both bones in his left leg (tibia and fibula), which pierced the skin and then duly went back in. Enter one compound fracture. Thankfully, he was surrounded by friends when this happened and one in particular was Cameron's current boss. He rang me to let me know...I couldn't hear him properly and thought he was the painter at first, sheesh...but the news got through finally and I left the house with the ingredients of pinwheel scones strewn across the kitchen counter. I started writing this q

Tomorrow night is my work christmas party. Thing is, we all have no idea what's happening. I mean, the practice manger knows, and I suspect the partners know...but the rest of the staff? the plebs? we don't know. We've just been told to turn up at work before 6.45pm and be wearing our glad-rags. Over the course of the past few weeks there has been much talk behind the scenes of what we could be facing during this coming event. We've managed to find out there will be no need for passports, sea sick pills, snorkels, gas masks, bicycle clips and the like. We also know there'll be no paint balls to contend with...which is just as well because I can see one particular male doctor a whole plethora of hues by the end of the night if that were the case lol. Anyway, doing my best to live up to an ounce of 'glad-rag' image and having my ghastly grey silver regrowth starting to make an appearance again, I was in the bathroom tonight trying to douse them in dark