Words and pictures

I am often close to tears of late and many times these gems tumble onto my cheek to be gathered up as quietly as they fell. My hormones have been paroled. After being told what to do and when to do it for over two years, effectively incarcerated, they have been given the keys to my body and told the boss wont be coming back.
The following are three examples of my feelings all vying for my attention. So desperate to show me how INTENSELY they feel.
The other night I watched a regular beach life saving show and was pretty confident in passing the evening blithely observing life saving techniques maybe even a near death experience mixed with some tourist who just didn't appreciate the dangers lurking in the shallows. Instead I was sobbing by the first ad break over children and a pregnant woman who had been stung by Blue Bottle jelly fish. I pulled myself together during the break and when they returned so did the tears because NOW a father and son were caught in a rip and the father was holding the child up (just wait I've got to get the tissues) at his own risk. They were saved but not until AFTER the next ad break. I cheered as the stepfather held his sons hand safely on the beach.
Today I caught a tear as it fell over the precipice while I read a lovingly compiled record of my Nana and Papa's early history. I saw a picture of my Nana (hold on more tissues please) as I remember her, beautiful, modern and gentle. I was sad that she has passed but so happy that records had been gathered many years before. I don't know how to express appreciation to Rita for the manuscript.
This evening I read of a reunion between mother and son that was so unique it moved me to tears (again). The mother waited months patiently and devotedly for her young son to recognise her as she had been in a horrible accident. The moment came and she has been rewarded for her efforts.
In all of these moments I thought of my relationships with my family. I thought of the love and determination it would take to save the lives of my children. I thought of how I want to live an honourable life so that some one will want to read about me with pride to have me as their Nana. I thought of the mini reunion I have with my children each day as I return home from work and how happy I am that they are so happy to see me (damn ran out of tissues. Now using pyjama sleeve.).
I'm so glad that I have free and unshackled hormones once again. These feelings are HUGE and WONDERFUL. Birth control be damned I don't think you and I should meet again. I love being free at last.
The final tear should actually be shed for the fact that I didn't even know I didn't feel this way for two years.

Something I like to do

Thanks to Createwings and Holliwood found at Oscraps.com

In this moment

My life is perfect. I have a great sense of peace and well being that is contrary to any financial or image related issues that may be circulating my consciousness. They are mere annoyances that cast no shadow over my plain of contentment. My children are well. Big Daddy and I are gainfully employed and I have hope for further study that will improve our financial constrains. My blessings are abundant. I can not conceive words to express the magnitude of my gratitude. My inability to appropriately thank my Father in Heaven is formidable. I am free. I am in love. I am loved. I am love.

Other family members appear to be happy too. Kristie is getting a new lounge and Ewan is getting something really cool too. Ingrid and Neil are about to have a baby. Brenton has arrived safely in Darwin. Kent is to be married. Mum has finished class reports and Amy gets the T.V. remote just about every night.
I feel safe. I feel peace. My heart is full.

(Is that better girls?)

Funny bones

I was just having a discussion with my Mum yesterday about how some things just aren't as funny as originally thought if you don't watch it with someone who also thinks it's funny. But then tonight I have discovered that somethings can be sooo funny even if you are by yourself. Wow, this site has had me laughing all night. Not exagerating. I've been there since 8pm this evening and I have been laughing so hard I've cried. The commentry is clever and the pictures...well it's too hard for me to describe such hilarity. Check it out. But be warned if you haven't been here before put the kids to bed and promise yourself you'll do the dishes first thing in the morning because noone can look away from a car wreck.

When Mum says "Maybe" does she mean yes, no or maybe?

Thanks to Createwings on Oscraps for the digital scrap elements and papers.

Zac had another friend over on Friday night. Again the boys played with toys and Wii after dinner. Then in parting more plans were made for the school holidays and a "We'll see" with regards to sleep overs.

Do I ask too much?

I miss my guys when I go to work. I don't admit it, ever. But now you know.




Today Zac stayed home because he had the sort of cough that teachers tut at and say to each other "He should be at home." He wasn't disappointed to hang out with The Sibs and play all day. But when Big Daddy came home this morning I could easily see he was going to need sleep so a plan was hatched to put Zac in charge.

Not in charge of everything. Just food, who gets it and when. I made everything up and put it all in individually named zip lock bags. Then drew signs to tell Zac what time he should feed himself and The Sibs.




He did pretty well. He assured me of the following, he only gave everyone their drinks early because they were all thirsty, next time I should not give him fruit because he only eats that at school and next time he needs Gus to help, "This job is too big for just one man."

He's probably right.

And next time I'll set an alarm because a little bit into the morning Mick asked Zac what the time was and Zac came back "the big hand is on the 6 and the little hand is on the 10". Mick asked him if he should get the sultanas his reply was in the negative, because it was obvious to him that the clock did not match the one on the sign.

Next time...

Is it incestuous if it's just pretend?

You can't play mummy's and daddy's with your brothers but some how all that weirdness goes away when you are playing with your cousin. Then your cousin becomes your husband and your brothers become your sons and you can boss them all about till they realise your rules aren't all fun and games. It's starts to feel a lot more like work than play. Then you hear "Come on lets go play with the cars." Game over.


Cousins and sleep overs are just about the funnest things ever invented.


I was the lucky one who got to watch 5 glorious bodies tucked into 4 sleeping bags laying on 3 single beds cushioned on 2 pillows per bed together for just 1 night.