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To my special blogger friends (and those that don't have blogs but read others' anyway *wink*)...I wish a safe, healthy and happy holiday season. Merry Xmas and all the very best to you and your families for the New Year. *Big smoochy group hug*

Rushing into the nurse's room, doctor on my heels: Me: *grabbing nurse and looking back* "haha, I win!" Doc: "Actually it was you I wanted to nail." Me: *cough* "You really need to choose your words more carefully." Doc *gasping* "You've got a filthy mind!" Me: "I can't help it, can I?!...when you're on your own, you have an inbuilt radar for such things." **** Walking into Cameron's bedroom: "Honey? Are you able to..." *taking in state of room* "I wish you'd put those dishes and cups in the dishwasher...and bring your dirty washing out to the laundry please...god, I get so fed up with telling you that. I'm going out shortly, the truck will be here to collect the mini-skip soon, can you tell the driver...*pointing*...are those boxes empty?...chuck em out. Oh my god, what is THAT?" *pausing for answer* "Jeez Mum, that was all very A.D.D. of you...go take some medication."

On Saturday, after my hair-ripping experience, I was expecting to put up a very short post here. It was merely going to say: "Well...THAT hurt like a mother-fucker." But, I didn't need to...because not only was I too busy admiring my own armpits and running my hands up and down my hairless legs...I was also slapping my sister on the back and telling her what a great job she'd done and how proud I was of her. My Mum watched for a short time, then she obviously got bored. There was no yelling or crying involved whatsoever...she buggered off to find something more interesting to do. Lucky I'm not such a sensitive gal...I could have been hurt by her disinterest...perhaps I should have been more entertaining? Although how I was supposed to achieve that lying on my back with my arms in the air is beyond me. (Oy, this was my mother ...me being in that position would not appeal to her, so shut ya gobs.) Anyway, apart from one very brief teeth-gritting moment...it was virt...

I've been growing the hairs on my legs and under my arms for almost two weeks now. Don't freak out...I know it's a turn-off, but there's a logical reason for me doing this. Besides, I'm not here to turn you on anyway. Back to the hair, I'm a shaver. Apart from the few months I gritted my teeth and gave the epilady a fair crack many moons ago...I've been shaving for years. I shave in the shower every day or every other day...it's a nuisance, but the alternative is dealing with prickly legs and armpits, and I'm just not prepared to leave it until it gets completely out of hand...so the hair's gotta go. My sister, bless her heart, has decided to take up waxing, along with the rest of the services she offers in her studio. Which means my body is once again being tampered with for the sake of beauty science. Christ, how much longer can this go on for? Am I not already beautiful enough for fuck sake?? You know, I didn't mind so much laying back...

...yet I guess you didn't even know I was out. I don't get out too often these days, so when I do, I have to make sure it's noted somewhere I guess. Hey, look at me! I've posted, um...*counts up posts*...5 times within a week. Who knew it was still possible eh?? I've been out to my work christmas dinner tonight...had far too much to drink...can you tell?? Enjoyed myself immensely...and although the screen is slightly blurry, I can still type. Damn, I really am a legend. Or something like that. I'm off to get my gear off and get into bed...I've a headache coming on I think. I bet you're all just tickled pink that I thought of you enough to come here and post before I went to bed, haha. Happy weekend to you all!

Cameron left the house this morning, for the last time in his college school uniform. The last time...EVER. That's it...finito...he's done with school. Ok, he's going to university next year...but he's done, done, done, with school . Course, I had to grab him and hug him tightly before he left. "Well...this is it...last time sweetheart." "Oh Mum, it's just school." "I don't care. You made it all the way through and came out the other end intact...I'm so proud of you." *sigh* "It's only school...no need to make such a big deal about it." Then he stepped out the door grinning and winked at me. He WINKED at me! lol *deep breath* My baby's gonna be playing with the BIG boys! I feel a moment coming on. *sob*

You know those people that can get chatty when there are gaps during conversations? They're the people that kinda start talking madly, filling in the pauses by running off at the mouth...polluting the air with a whole lot of anything and nothing...which can sometimes equate to complete rubbish? You know what I mean right? Sales people love them. A good salesperson will gauge this in their prospect, sit back and let the potential buyer continue on like that...til they've basically sold themselves on whatever product it is. The sale goes through, and the vendor barely moved a muscle. I think they call that "easy money". I can be one of those people. I readily admit it. I don't always do it and despite enjoying the sound of my own voice, I actually value silence. I'm the mother of two boys...they can be rowdy buggers...so yeah, I LOVE my silence. But there are definite times that I feel the need to talk non-stop...fill the spaces...and keep filling them til I ru...

I must mumble sometimes when I answer the phone at work. I'm not aware of it but the patients either have problems hearing, or I'm mumbling. Maybe it happens on Monday mornings more than any other day of the week? I must check that out...do some kinda survey. Do you know...I will actually sing along with the radio all the way to work on a Monday or Thursday (early shifts) , deliberatey to make sure my voice is 'warmed' up and awake?? I kid you not...I really do do that. Anyway...I answer the phone... "Good Morning, Blah Medical Centre, Lisa speaking." Those that don't ignore the fact that I've announced myself (or maybe they're not sure because of the mumble?) ...will come back with "Oh, hello Liz" ...or "Good morning Lesley" . I never correct them...just let them believe my name's something other than it truly is. What does it matter? They're not ringing to be friends with me are they? I've tried various wa...

Always remember to pay more attention to which style of knickers one is wearing before attending the gym. Careful strategic planning is recommended. Do not just grab the first pair, willy nilly, out of the drawer without thinking clearly. Making the correct underwear choice will ensure that one does not spend the entire 30 minutes on the treadmill wondering how many people there are working out on the row of cross-trainers directly behind one. Which means one will avoid thinking about how many others are possibly aware that one's undies are riding up one's arse crack. It will also stop one from wishing that nobody is using above-mentioned cross-trainers, and thus, one will not become obsessed about all the witnesses one could have, of one digging around in one's arse to extract wayward panties. And for future reference...remember it can be a most uncomfortable experience to use the exercycle immediately after getting off the treadmill. (When you have a bum as big as min...

It's been an emotional week thus far, and it's only Wednesday. Yesterday was a horribly difficult day. I hurt someone I love and care very deeply for. I won't go into any detail but it weighs heavily in my heart, and just thinking about it brings me to tears. It's painful to breathe today. Cam's just left the house to sit his Japanese Scholarship exam...God, you'd think the kid was being lead to the gallows. After yesterday, I could just as easily join him in those thoughts. Despite knowing that it's probably best for everyone concerned, well, maybe the right thing anyway, that I take these steps, it doesn't stop me wanting to run away from myself right now.

I registered a new patient at work yesterday afternoon. Her name was Lisa Sara (thank goodness for invite only, can't have her googling herself can we? lol) . That's her full name...Ms Sara...christian name, Lisa. Does anyone else know why I think that's as funny as shit?? **** I was thinking a few days ago that I should've taken up that NaBloPoMo challenge to post every day for the month of November...at least that way I'd be here more often. Every day in fact. (Ya think? *snort*) **** My blogroll has shrunk, as has the 'permissions' list for reading my blog. I went all staunch on both lists a few days ago and knocked off anyone that doesn't bother coming in here anymore...and obviously those that don't post anymore. If I have mistakenly knocked you off my roll in the throes of madly pruning, let me know. (There are actually more people on my permissions list than there are on my roll, not sure how that one works lol.) That's me for the moment, ...

Things continue to change in my life. Of course, we expect that...we're not always prepared for it, and we don't always want it to happen. It seems to me, that just when I'm getting used to one thing, it either disappears, or something else comes along and shoves it out the way. Cameron has all but officially finished college...besides only needing to go back to school on the days that his exams are scheduled, he's done with this chapter of his life. Next year, sometime around February, he'll be a university student. How did this happen??! It seems only moments ago that he was kicking and screaming at the teacher of his new entrants class, as I tried to edge my way out the door. Now here he is...18 years old and about to launch himself upon a university lifestyle, majoring in Computer Sciences and Japanese. Ryan, has decided to go back to school next year. This has come as a complete and utter surprise to his father and I. A couple of months ago, we sat do...

I'm here, honest . I even wrote a couple of posts...then I deleted them cos I thought they were crap. But I really am still around. *presses nose to screen* See?? And just so the words above are not the only ones I post tonight, here's a few more. I'm flying down south to a special man on Friday. And that's very exciting...at least for me lol. Have a fabulous Hump Day my lovelies...I know I will...well, at the end of the week anyway *snort*

I'm doing a crap job of juggling my life at the moment. I joined the gym a couple of weeks ago...the "Travel the Nation" thing at work has motivated me to get my butt into gear and keep moving in a positive direction. In fact Cameron and I both joined the gym on the same day, which is kinda cool. Sometimes we go to the gym together. Which is not such a bad thing, except while I'm walking at what I think is a decent pace on the treadmill...he's running on one beside me. Running! ...bloody show-off kid. I have tried to get him to come to one of the aerobics classes with me...but he's not having a bar of it. He really can't see the merits of the two of us prancing around in sync, wearing matching outfits. He actually shuddered when I suggested that!...What's wrong with the boy?? We mustn't get all excited about this exercise thing ok? As I told Dan the other day, I DID have a cross trainer in my house this time last year. And we all know what happened...

Thought you'd lost me didn't you? Thought I'd run away didn't you?? I know you've been mourning my absence, admit it! lol I've been slack, I know. I've been doing extra hours at work to cover for a couple of ladies on leave, not to mention getting the exercise required to keep doing the "Travel the Nation" thing. So basically, I've been pretty pooped. As some of you may have noticed, I've been sneaking around reading you, but have not spent as much time here doing that as I'd have liked. Hell, I haven't even answered my own comments, let alone put comments out there on your blogs myself. Thank you all so much for your comments, I really do appreciate each and every one. I'm getting slower and slower it seems. I certainly get slower when I'm PMSing, and that's what I've been doing this past week...so, be happy I haven't been bitchin' and moanin' on here at y'all ok? Well, I haven't really been bit...

Huge build up here to the World Cup....lots of cool advertising from the sponsors on the telly...The New Zealand's All Black flags flapping from the windows of lots of patriotic cars driving around the city. Last Sunday morning 8am New Zealand time...All Blacks played against France in one of the quarter finals. I reckon the majority of kiwis were cooking up french toast for breakfast in anticipation of another expected win. Half time score? 13-3 to the All Blacks....Full time score? 18-20 to FRANCE. We freakin' LOST! I have lots to say about the whys etc that we lost, but it won't make a jot of difference will it? It's not like they'll say, "Oh right...Lisa said that the ref was a plonker with some of the calls he made, we better have a rematch if we know what's good for us." Another Rugby World Cup, come and gone...oh well..only have 4 more years to wait for another go (fuck!) . The nation immediately went into mourning. I continued to drive around w...

A few weeks ago, the practice manger at work signed our medical centre up for "Travel the Nation". If we want to participate we put our name on the list and get walking, running, swimming, cycling etc. 30 minutes exercise on the chart equates to 3 kms and as the kilometres add up, you draw your progress on a map of New Zealand. I decided this could be just what I need to get my arse moving again. Chuck a bit of competition in the mix, not to mention the possibility of losing face, I signed up. It's only for a month...from 1 October to 2 November...I ask you... how hard can it be? If I go out walking even just for 30 minutes a day, I'll make it to my sister's orchard by, say, next June lol j/k. Last night I was trying to sort out when I could fit my walk in. Can you believe I was trying to work it around a couple of programmes on the television?? I don't watch a lot of telly these days, but Thursday is one night I make sure I'm parked in front of it. I als...

A blonde gets home early from shopping and hears strange noises coming from the bedroom. She rushes upstairs to find her husband naked on the bed, sweating and panting. "What's up?" she asks. "I'm having a heart attack," cries the husband. The blonde rushes downstairs to grab the phone, but just as she's dialing, her four-year-old son comes up and says, "Mommy! Mommy! Aunt Shirley is hiding in your closet, and she's got no clothes on!" The blonde slams the phone down and storms upstairs into the bedroom, right past her husband, and rips open the closet door.Sure enough, there is her sister, totally naked and cowering on the closet floor. "You rotten bitch!" she screams. "My husband's having a heart attack, and you're running around naked scaring the kids!!" *** Despite this being yet another blonde joke to roll my eyes at, it did make me laugh. Then I started thinking about how I would react if I was ever in the ...

I'm getting too surgary. Some of what I've written lately has me feeling like I'm drinking syrup...and seeing as that syrup is not even CLOSE to a good shot of Tequila, then I'm done with it. I'm restless...I'm pre-menstrual. Stop! Wait! Let me explain before you back away slowly from your screen! Having PMS does not always mean I'm gonna get bitchy, k? Oh, don't be such a sissy and sit the hell down. You know I'm harmless. The flip side of how PMS affects me? I'm horny...24/7 horny. I know I'm not the only one that feels the urge so strongly at this time of the month, so I know you get where I'm coming from. The downside of course, is that the object of my desire is out of arms reach. But I've managed to survive this long, so you must know I'm capable of finding strategies to combat the lack of sexual sport myself. Now that I'm the age I am, I HAVE to know how to get through these droughts...it's imperative I d...

There are several things you notice when you're a single female...especially one in her early 40's. I'm not 25 anymore, but that doesn't mean I'm old (I daresay I'm trying to convince myself more than you lol) . From the outside looking in, I'm single....from the inside (that includes you lot, in case you were wondering) , I'm not. But whilst I'm hanging around in limbo, there are those out there that help boost my ego through the empty times when I may be feeling particularly vulnerable. We all have them right? They're out there smiling, winking, charming their way in with their friendly hearts, making us feel important...acknowledging us. Doesn't mean they want to do anything about it, but it helps to fill in time while we wait. Nobody likes to think they're invisible all the time. There are moments when we wish we could hide away from the outside world...even moments when we wish the ground would open up and suck us into it's depth...