Because I can ...

I've been thinking. Yes, it's true...on the odd occasion I do indeed think...or there are occasions that I think oddly. Whichever way you want to read it, I've been doing it...yep...thinking. In 5 weeks time, Walker will be at Wellington Airport. I should be waiting there to pick him up. But will I? I mean, will I actually turn up to collect him? Or will I freak out about how long I'm going to have someone else here in my personal space for 6 weeks....will I panic about that?....and thus leave him standing at the airport wondering about the closest motel to spend the night? Nah, I wouldn't do that. But I might, if he keeps going on about how many hours he has to spend travelling to bloody get to me! Nah, not really...just kidding.... or am I? haha So, I've been thinking about this....off and on, during my financial dilemmas, during my cleaning frenzies, and whilst I'm laying in bed at night with nothing better to do. Pfft. I hop into my queen sized bed...la...

I have a new BBQ. I used to have one years ago, but it left the house around the same time my husband did. Besides, it WAS his...he'd received it from a happy customer to say thank you for a job well done. So, after much searching around and various letterbox junkmail scrummaging I found one. In fact it's the cheapest of the ones I'd seen. I was humming and hahing about it, until Wednesday, when I rang my best friend to set up a dinner date (Fri night) and mentioned that I was looking at BBQs. She immediately gasped and said "Oh! get one from Woolworths!" Now, I had seen the BBQ in the Woolies flyer...it was cheap (ideal in my current financial predicament)...but...I wanted to SEE one set up. I'm not too keen about parting with money for something I've not seen in all it's physical glory. I need to touch it, smell it, feel and see how solid it is etc. Then I feel I can make my judgement call. Yes...No...Crap...Whatever...you get the drift. Bu...

I've had a rather busy few days. In fact I've barely spent any time on the computer at all. I spent more time talking to Walker on the phone this weekend than i did on the computer. I have to admit, I'm getting restless and tetchy about sitting here for hours on end. Summer is most definitely on it's way. The weather has changed. In a good way. At the moment, each morning is dawning bright and sunny and this has motivated me to move myself into other directions. I seem to have gone into some kind of spring-cleaning mode. This is most unusual for me. The weather and the fact that Walker will touch down on these shores in 6 weeks time has me clearing out cupboards, spraying and wiping surfaces and down on my hands/knees trying to remove stains from the carpet. The cat, stunned by this new turn of events, seems to think the moment I've removed one of her pieces of artwork from said carpet, it is time to replace it with yet another. I'm thinking there'...

Below is a picture taken about 9 years ago. It was taken outside the local Returned Servicemens Assocation (RSA) after the Keas, Cubs and Scouts marched down the main street behind those that served during various wars or family members marching on behalf of those they lost. Such a deeply moving tribute that always brings to me tears. This is Ryan. He had just turned 6. When the photographer asked if he'd mind Ryan taking a few shots of him, my son was more than happy to sit down, so it wasn't an issue. I'm sorry to say I don't know the name of the eldery gentleman beside him, and in fact his name wasn't even printed in the paper. Possibly because you can't see his face. That felt so wrong. I felt it extremely unfair that he wasn't mentioned after all he'd been through. The following morning I woke up and said to hubby "I might run down to the store and see if there's a pic of Ryan in the paper today" . Just then the phone rang...it was...

On my way to work yesterday afternoon, I could feel the car doing it's 'wobbly' thing again. So I drove straight into the garage that's two doors down from the surgery....put the window down and asked them if there was any chance they could check my back tyre. They were so lovely, I was impressed. "You just work down the road eh?" (Frankly I don't recall ever seeing him before, but there ya go). He suggested I park it at work and he'd send someone over for it later. A couple of hours later a young man turned up, took off with my car...and 30 minutes later when I was doing a mail run I walked past the garage to see my baby up on the hoist. Course, I had to go investigate. Him: "Let me show you why your tyre was leaking" *picks up 2 inch nail from workbench and holds it up for my inspection* Me: "Oh...yeah...well that'll do it" Him: "I've repaired the tyre and re-balanced the wheel weights...you should be right now."...

It might be long and boring, but it needs to get out of my head so my brain doesn't explode. I sat down to write something interesting, and lo and behold if this didn't all pour out before I could stop it. I apologise in advance. ** I've got loads messing around in my head at the moment, and trying to come up with a post about any one particular subject is going to be pointless today. So, this morning here in the Internet Lovers' household, we're opting to spew out all and sundry. As some of you are aware, we have 3 desktop computers and one laptop in this house. This equates to a fair amount of traffic for a family of 3, and more than the allotted 5 gig plan that we're on. As the end of each month comes along, I'm well known for informing the occupants of my home. I start with..."Please keep your browsing and downloading to a minimum". They both agree. During those last few days I continue to check our daily, sometimes hourly usage. This ...

...sooner, rather than later. Listening to the radio on the way to work this morning, they were discussing times of 'psycho-ness'. You know...times when people have done something really WAY out there...that would make people say "Shit....you're a psycho!" kinda thing. Seeing as it only takes about 15 minutes for me to get to work, I didn't get to hear too much of it....but...it made me think. It had me thinking about some of the people I've come across in the past. The ones that are so friendly, maybe too friendly...you get on with them well....yet as you get to know them more...scratching away at the surface of their personalities...you can find yourself sitting inches away from a clinging fruit-loop and wondering how to extract yourself from said cereal. We've a new receptionist at work. She's doing quite well. It appears that you only have to tell her something once and she's pretty much onto it and you don't have to repeat yoursel...

It's Saturday morning here...and you know what means don't you?...that means it's time for "Let's Re-Visit BlogPosts From the Past!" " Come on down....Sara... err...Lisa..uh...*flips card over*...yeah it was Sara back then...*ahem*...COME ON DOWN SARA!! " *the crowd goes wild* ok, so the crowd didn't really go wild. and anyone that wasn't around to read the change in my name a few months ago will have no idea what I'm going on about. Besides, is it such a bad thing to have a small element of mystery about me? This is a post I published back in February this year....it's one of three that I wrote...all on the same day. Imagine that? Me posting 3 times in one day? The two readers I had way back then must've been beside themselves with joy about it. (Now, now, H&B and Bella don't look like that...I AM a joy to behold...admit it. *pokes tongue and grins*) Oh dear, there I go doing all that digressing shit again...right....wi...

When I was growing up, my parents instilled general manners in me. You know the kind... No hitting your sisters or you'll get the bash No biting your sisters, or you'll get the bash (I can't include my brother because all I did was cuddle and squeeze him) No elbows on the dinner table. Wash your hands after going to the bathroom Don't EVER lie...because I will always know...I can tell by looking into your eyes if you're lying (closing my eyes didn't work...get caught lying and you'll get the bash) Always say "please" if you're asking for something. Always say "thank you" if you've been given anything. Don't talk with food in your mouth. No swearing, or you'll get the bash. Chew with your mouth closed. Don't fart at the dinner table. (Doing this can make a delicious meal instantly taste like crap...it's a big no no. My ex did this once years ago...to be met with a look from 5 year old Cameron and "Aw Dad, now m...

I'm not supposed to be here. It's 11pm and I was in bed. I've been in bed since 8.30 tonight watching tv. This is mainly due to the fact that my TV in the lounge is broken. Last Sunday in the middle of the boys watching a DVD the screen chose to collapse in on itself basically. Which actually means I have two very skinny horizontal lines across the centre of the screen. I rang for the repair man. He turned up, carried it away and we haven't seen it since. It's caused a void in our lounge...or as Ryan said "Wow, it's left a big hole!" lol I have no idea when it's going to return, but it better because I'm getting a stiff neck watching the one hoisted up in the corner of my bedroom for too many hours. So....that's where I've been. Watching telly. In my bedroom. All 14 inches of it. Boo. Course seeing as I've been watching tv for a couple of hours in bed...I turned it off ready to retire for the night...and "bing"....

John asks Paula to go to dinner and they have a great time. In fact, they get on so well they decide to go steady. A year later they're driving home from the movies and Paula asks John what he would like to do to celebrate their first anniversary. John says, "We could order in some pizza and then watch the golf on TV!" Paula becomes silent. John suspects there's a problem and says, "Well, if you don't want pizza we can order Chinese." Paula replies, "Fine!" and remains quiet. John is thinking, "A year already! So it was January when we started going out and that's when I bought this car so it's due for its 12 months' service. That mechanic said he'd fix that flickering oil light on the dashboard...and that gearbox still isn't working properly!" Meanwhile, Paula is thinking, "He doesn't think much of our relationship to want to watch TV and eat pizza on our anniversary...the next thing he'll want his fr...

I wasn't feeling so grand this afternoon...in fact I thought I was going to puke (there ya go, two posts in a row mentioning spew, mark it up). I went and lay down at about 1pm and slept for 3 hours straight. My body obviously needed it. Seemed like something was outta whack. When I woke the boys had arrived home from school and I made the decision to take them out for dinner. Just down to my favourite local bar. It was a pleasant experience for the most part. They actually acted their age.. Most of the time, when we're out for dinner, they tend to poke and prod at each other, clown around etc, I'm sure they do it to wind me up. I pulled my camera out... "Mess with our Ma and you'll have us to deal with" Yeah right. Pfft. A poor attempt at the Halloween spirit. I told them to stop larking about "Could you please give me a nice picture for your Uncle David". Cameron put his hand up "Wait! Wait! We need to get a smiley face on" They both cont...

Don't know if anyone noticed, but I managed to get around a fair bit this weekend (not like that). Over the course of the weekend, I read and tried to catch up on each and everyone on my bogroll...and some that are not on my blogroll too. I must recitify that. I have a list on my IE Favourites that I try to visit regularly too, and then I forget to update my template so the rest of you can drop by if you want to. Besides all the reading, I also did a fair amount of swearing. I swore as I cooked my french toast on Saturday morning - "Bloody Hell!!" ...cos I burnt my little finger on the side of the frying pan (you'd think I'd know how to use kitchen utensils at my age). I swore after I hung out the washing, and then the rain came down (of course it did, it always does when I bother to hang it outside as opposed to be lazy and throwing it through the dryer.) "Bloody bastard weather!" I swore when I received a PXT message from my brother....a photo of my ne...

Today's post is about...well...I don't know. Ya see, I'm sitting here trying to come up with something interesting for you to read. I'm thinking sex. Sex sells. Sex draws in the readers....maybe not for commenting though, because as we all know, there are SO many people out there that like to look at sex and read about sex, but would not like anyone else to know they're looking at or reading about sex. We know who you are. Well, ok, we don't, and that's the whole point isn't it?...but we know you're out there...the cyber world is abundant with saucy trollops and drooling stud muffins aplenty. I believe I've just said the word sex so many times, that should get me several million hits from google, msn and yahoo search engines. Sex is something I've been without for a while now. It's something that I can take or leave at times....other times (especially like first thing every morning), I can be climbing the walls and wanting to rip my toen...

Thought I'd rush in here to put up a post before I grab some lunch...spend some time with Walker discussing flight times...get dinner organised early...tidy up the mess I left this morning before work (looks like a wirlwind swept through my house)...and go back out the door to watch (read: chase a toddler on the sidelines) of a softball game tonight...hoping to get some pictures, depends on the agility of the todder. Went to the Celebration of the Arts at the College last night. Some of you will know that Cameron was performing his drumming duet with his mate. It was fabulous...the boys had changed it just slightly...and I tried to take a video of it with my useless camera. My camera wasn't really THAT useless, but the inbuilt microphone was so sensitive that there was a lot of vibration involved in the finished product and most of it sounds like a bloody great big racket. (Oi...I know what you're thinking.) I was blown away by the talent of what I saw. I sat through p...

I had a lovely weekend with my sister and brother in law. My brother in law is a machine around the property. Since my last visit he's finished off the paving out the front of the house, completed some paving to the side of the house and knocked together all manner of new bits and pieces. It always makes my jaw drop when I turn up again to find something new has sprouted or been completed. I've been living in my house for over 15 years now and it's still not finished. There's so much to be done, I have no idea where to start, but visiting these two gives me inspiration to do something, even if it's just trying to tame my garden. That's a hell of alot of taming in case you were wondering. This is a picture I took at the front of the house....it was such beautiful weather that each mealtime found us out here at the table chowing down. These two have 15 acres of land, over 3000 apple trees, and my brother in law has several containers (you know, like the ones that...

I've just been out. Picked up another book that Walker and I are about to start reading to each other (Going Postal - Terry Pratchett). I was sitting at the mall, eating lunch with Cameron (Ryan chose to stay at home) and then it struck me. The date today....24th of October. Today is the anniversary of the day I left Canada. A year ago today is the last time I saw Walker in person....the last time we made love (in person lol)...the last time he held me tight and made my knees go weak when he kissed me. I have a vivid picture of him leaning against one of the stands in the security area at the airport watching me go through the ritual of pulling my laptop out of it's case, emptying the contents of my carry-on backpack etc. He stayed with me...my head against his chest, his arms wrapped around me as we slowly shuffled along the lengthy queue....until he couldn't go any further, and I couldn't turn on my heel and go back. I blew him a kiss and waved. I smiled, then turned ...

Last night before I ran off for dinner I spoke to Walker on the headset and suggested that depending on what plans he had for the following afternoon, perhaps he would like to ring and wake me up *wink*. "Keep in mind what time I'm waking up these days though ok?" ... "Yeah, I know 6.30"... "Cool...better dash...hope to get to talk to you first thing in my morning" . Let's face it, after the post I wrote yesterday, I needed some tension relief. I needed to shake myself off and get rid of that "OMG, GIVE ME THE VALIUM!" mood, and what better way to do that, but with a good hot steamy love session with a few explosive orgasms at the end of it??. Worked for me. 6.30 - No phone call. 6.45 - I pick up the phone and listen, to check that it's still working. 7.00 - I'm thinking. Hm, he's forgotten about the daylight saving thing, so I should expect the call in about 30 minutes from now. 7.30 - I've gotten outta of bed, been for a...

I feel like I can't stretch myself thin enough at the moment. And let's not even talk about the thin and fat issue cos that would sink me to the depths of despair. I've a friend who's recently been through surgery and I haven't had the opportunity to visit with her at home while she recuperates. I'm going out for dinner this evening with another close friend who I haven't had the chance to see for a couple of months. I feel knackered and don't want to go out, it's cold and windy, but I'm going...because I know once I'm out there, I'll enjoy her company. My house is a bombsite. Piles of clean washing to be folded...the ironing board and iron seem to be permanently out, the kids exercise and workbooks for school are taking over the top of my wall cabinet. At least two of my plants have died from neglect. I'm not the world's best housekeeper by any means, but even with my lowly standards I'm feeling overwhelmed. I haven't see...

Cameron is coming to the end of his NCEA Level 1's. This time of year is when all the big assessments and exams begin. Last night was part of his music assessment. Depending on the performance he can build up extra credits to the total he's already obtained so far this year. Part of last night's assessment was to play in front of an audience. It was a fairly informal gathering, mainly parents and siblings of those taking part. Only around 60 or so people, and it was held in the rather large staff room at the college. He had to give a solo performance as well as a group performance. I had heard him practice maybe twice (if I'm lucky) at home, so I had no idea what was going to happen. I felt nervous on his behalf. And although I have plenty of faith in my son's ability on his chosen instrument, I felt without the time and effort put in, he'd possibly crash and burn. I sat down thinking "Why does he always think he can just sit down behind that kit and it...