tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-157248252024-03-23T10:42:34.707-07:00Domestic goddessDomestic Goddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08809465644261285625noreply@blogger.comBlogger409125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15724825.post-32000775875498943012013-05-28T14:17:00.001-07:002013-05-28T14:17:54.927-07:00Bugger me I made it<p>Here I am day two of what I am trialing as a new regime. However still in my pjs, as our friends at Mainland say, good things take time. Yesterday, still getting over stomach virus, enough said on that subject.<br>
I did however call John Tamiere and Willy Jackson on radio live in a pathetic attempt to put across my views, I failed miserably as my nerves made my tongue tied and total brain disconection. <br>
In Nz yesterday the goverment announced their big save the nation vote winner, together with fonterra and sanitarium they are going to give poor kiwi kids a breakfast of weetbix and milk at decile one through to four schools, oh John Key you are indeed our saviour!<br>
I know many would say women are hard to please but am I the only one who thinks this reeks of spin, backhands and whitey high fives?<br>
I mean heck, $5 for butter $12 for cheese, how about regulate those prices? No tax on fruit and vege?<br>
For some time now with what I see every day I have decided on a course of action and spoken of it whenever I get a chance. There is too much us and them. CH and I work hard to provide a healthy warm environment for our girls, provide as many opportunities as we can for education and sport and we have been continually going backwards financially for years, in debt to the eye balls and we are not living a life of excess, hell we cannot even afford sky Tv and I still feel the hole that the food channel left, managed to fill the hole with food, mostly high in sugar, sigh.<br>
I started to realise there was a problem when I was bitter about feral parents children getting a free breakfast, when we could do with help. No we are just cannon fodder, working class dum dumbs.<br>
I started stamping my feet and saying my taxes was paying for Rangi's parents to get pissed and not for food in his tummy or warm clothes and then we feed him, Take away their dole money! That willmlearn em!<br>
Riciculous if course, Rangi suffers more.<br>
Weetbix and milk, pish, feels a little like John threw us a chop to shut us up and kept the roast. Token gesture full of excretement!<br>
Save Nz.....pants on fire.<br>
We need lunches in schools, proper wholesome meals, sit down meals with high reguard to manners and appreciation, this will give a more community feel, encourage respect with the expectation that a child deserves and is worthy of being fed and not a drain on their Mums booze money and hopefully when this generation goes forth and lives a contibuting life they will give their children what they need.<br>
Forget their feral looser parents, you cant help these people, oh my the stories I could tell on the state of some of the people up here and what they do to each other. Stuff of nightmares but very very real.<br>
Rant over, I am off to propose a deal, details tomorrow.</p>
Domestic Goddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08809465644261285625noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15724825.post-71707126220354015192013-05-27T14:45:00.001-07:002013-05-27T14:46:23.598-07:00Taking a shot at the Twister champs<p>If there was a prize for longest time  sticking head in sand, fingers up arse and sitting on ones hands, it is mine!  Given my current fitness level it would also be a miracle so thankfully it is not literal but the meaning is the same.<br>
I am still working for St John, well in theory as I tend not to answer the phone when they call, I also have not worked very hard to find anotherjob as all I really want to do is stay home and hide.  My confidence took an absolute rogering in the last 18 months and by gum I am finding it hard to come back.  I Really did want to make an attempt to come back to the blog world and the next thing I know it is May and I still have not managed a post!  Perhaps this is not the forum for me? Righto Bye!<br>
Oh that would be easy but some part of me knows this is the way back, I need to create great habits again that involve putting time into blocks, achieving what I set out to do as I have made it very clear to myself I cannot be trusted not to piss about, which makes me feel shite and that makes me eat crap which I do very well. A complete horrid cycle of intelligence decay, self flogging, Jeremy Kyle watching, wine swilling behaviour.<br>
Anyhoo I am terrible and outwardly processing feelings as I prefer them to fester and then disappear under the carpet so this could be a good process, but since I cannot cope with woe is is moi, I will indeed gloss over it with humour.<br>
Oh dear the very thing that is supposed to be helping me is also using it as a weapon as I know I should be doing chores right now, but I am extending this and just put on the Jug for coffee.  I am onto my self and while I drink my coffee I will only check facebook once and perhaps a quick look on etsy and pinterest and then perhaps emails and then find that recipe for coconut lollies, whoops two coffees later it is lunchtime and still in pjs with nothing solid done! Tomorrow is a new day!</p>
Domestic Goddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08809465644261285625noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15724825.post-7950782319027217032013-02-06T15:17:00.001-08:002013-02-06T15:19:57.973-08:00The rebuild<p>I have keep checking back on the date of my last few blog's.  I cannot quite believe it has been so long.  The truth of the matter is after my incident with Poppy, I broke.  I cannot tell you the moment it happened or even when I recognised there was a issue.  My sudden uninterest in writing and sharing of my adventures should have been a hint.  Also I finally got a Facebook account{evil,I tell you, Sadly hooked}.  The last few years have taken their toll, my hair is now grey and my weight heavy, my wrinkles many and my bones now seize when I sit for too long.  I had an epiphany not long ago that night shift and I will never be firm friends, I worked too many hours for little thanks, the price my family paid was high as I was chronically grumpy and the guilt of missing out on my daughters first day of school, her winning the cross country and a whole plethora of other things have combined for us to make a decision that I will cease working as an EMT, find a school hours job and concentrate on family.  I could not have chosen a worse time to do this. In debt up to our eyeballs, completely up shit creek and we have sprung a leak.  I am embracing frugal and you are welcome to come with me on an adventure to rebuild on these chocolate fueled solid foundations.</p>
Domestic Goddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08809465644261285625noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15724825.post-38650401202276953552010-08-07T01:19:00.000-07:002010-08-07T01:22:18.171-07:00The Girls<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPfaIF_TLWOPSzt6bR2-wH_2ehPNe9_Y7C-Si2MajPhCG1yB5HHRtYPyndN_n7cE0ySzVVFvYdNA5AyVOTHX7tK0srEqxfOXqwXKDPDLg5URZtjVKLWIuJ8aX1w0bts3NNM8TS6A/s1600/P7160375.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502579932850495618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPfaIF_TLWOPSzt6bR2-wH_2ehPNe9_Y7C-Si2MajPhCG1yB5HHRtYPyndN_n7cE0ySzVVFvYdNA5AyVOTHX7tK0srEqxfOXqwXKDPDLg5URZtjVKLWIuJ8aX1w0bts3NNM8TS6A/s400/P7160375.JPG" /></a> Here they are, Miss Ella now a big school girl at 5 and Miss Poppy who is far too cool for school at 3<br /><div></div>Domestic Goddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08809465644261285625noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15724825.post-85922893136635198052010-08-07T00:47:00.000-07:002010-08-07T01:17:20.264-07:00Long gone but not forgottenI fully intended this post to be one of personal growth and reflection on the years past turmoil and how I have slayed demons and give some reason for my lack of blogging over the past year.<br /><br />Shove that up your arse, I am all over emotional tree hugging sandal wearing bullocks, in fact I may just start nibbling on dreaming kittens while they sleep. Why not? I feel like I have eaten just about everything else!<br /><br />All you really need to know is I am putting my big girls pants on.........literally...damn those forsaken subway cookies!<br /><br />My creativity has started welling again and I have been up to some truly life altering stuff, so ladies keep those incontinent sheets handy as you may just pee your pants laughing at my new adventures. <br /><br />I will over time start filling you in on the year that has been, minus all the boring yabbering bits. I need to do this more as without meaning to I have become a slave to that fickle bitch facebook and the ease of it all.................cringe I am tempted......... No more! curses on all your houses facebook! It is not good for the soul, besides I have people all over this world whom I truly love and miss and as I refuse to willingly talk on the telephone................................well they are just missing out on the word according to Jody and who am I to deny the masses their sleeping pill in text form.<br /><br />Rasp!Domestic Goddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08809465644261285625noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15724825.post-40240278844386183132010-01-27T14:27:00.000-08:002010-01-27T14:55:45.103-08:00Stomach banding looks the easy optionI finally did it. After years of quick glances and a nervous twitch whenever hearing the word 'Gym' I walked into one...........................and even asked questions!<br /><br />I have paid for three year long gym membeships in my life and my record for going in the one calendar year was.....................................NINE times. I have no love for sweaty unclean places, balding muscle men who shave their legs or orange women with the latest shiny lycra attire.<br /><br />I have been a naughty girl over the past month or two and no legal magic pill is going to fix the unrelenting gluttony bender I have put my body through.<br /><br />I do not even own exercise clothes. The only ones that will have to do are well over ten years old. But that is OK as they will be brand spanking new in comparison to the facilities this gym has to offer. I kid you not, this place is in one of the hottest areas in NZ and has no air con. It has a weight room hidden in a darkened airless hole with a couple of outdated machines that live on a Menzanine floor that overlooks the Aerobic room that does not appeal to the nose.<br /><br />I deserve all I get, it will not be easy for me and the universe is truly testing my resolve as I shouted from my soapbox that I was going to the gym on monday and even tried to con a few gals to come to.......................................I have just found out that Monday is a public holiday.<br />No Classes.<br />Very testing.....................................................Domestic Goddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08809465644261285625noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15724825.post-29209650150420058152010-01-16T00:03:00.000-08:002010-01-16T00:35:01.082-08:002010 Already??????<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV7e0QREXybvxX_2rM1e6d148GsFQk9oVo1VVuWjS3AnyGwMlQCOSr1O2uxhXKPZnF4LpimDP4M7nYCCdSlWMT40wqb1GtoIZR6cTOFXRT2Z0r_VzHij4m-mYhcmZDC6gLnpBJ8A/s1600-h/PC261217.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427253139425410658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV7e0QREXybvxX_2rM1e6d148GsFQk9oVo1VVuWjS3AnyGwMlQCOSr1O2uxhXKPZnF4LpimDP4M7nYCCdSlWMT40wqb1GtoIZR6cTOFXRT2Z0r_VzHij4m-mYhcmZDC6gLnpBJ8A/s400/PC261217.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Crap it has happened again. I have been hit with a massive time sucking vortex that has transformed what felt like last week to being well over a month ago.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>It has been an amazing sunny summer filled with lots of swimming, eating fresh fish, picking bucket fulls of berries and plums, making jams and relishes, storing away all our summer produce for winter, gave up a few bad habits, put on 5kg's, doing shifts on the Ambulance, studying for my course, making wooden garden sculptures, selling wooden garden sculptures(go to <a href="http://www.collinswooddesigns.co.nz/">http://www.collinswooddesigns.co.nz/</a> and see) Now we are moving to a warmer home for winter, CH is opening a new store and already I am finding my year planner is more than half full.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>As luck would have it we now have broadband so as soon as I can link more than 60 minutes of spare time together I shall endeavour to start blogging again. Lucky you!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>The gals are great, driving me a little batty but that is just natural progression I feel. Ella will soon be starting school................................I am so not ready. Pops is well and just had her second hearing test to estimate any damage caused by her adventure last year and one ear was perfect while the other does not seem to hear well at all but my Mummy gut feeling is that they are wrong as I think she has great hearing and perhaps just bored of the tests. I will let you know in six weeks.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>Domestic Goddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08809465644261285625noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15724825.post-75041124067714058102009-12-07T23:17:00.000-08:002009-12-07T23:22:25.400-08:00SUMMER FUN WITH THE CUZZIES IN RAUMATI<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmVSdTBtyKi1lIPJwweIb3iZNUWbAfvMYN95oxoP6lL5RsIiV0c7w8vIVhrDe2YudMu6rrkA1o6chSwRG2cLQVRYZPmA8hXqmUd9FhC6S7Zn0NsVPsJR-ZUd9nwbWjQ0wUZpsKXw/s1600-h/P1030263.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412762224765145474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmVSdTBtyKi1lIPJwweIb3iZNUWbAfvMYN95oxoP6lL5RsIiV0c7w8vIVhrDe2YudMu6rrkA1o6chSwRG2cLQVRYZPmA8hXqmUd9FhC6S7Zn0NsVPsJR-ZUd9nwbWjQ0wUZpsKXw/s400/P1030263.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibqybfoQnNLK4tkwT9rxOF5gt7fM6t2To2T3TA_I0jpRgQ_EpTCr5gkgwndT17ecXo2DJiJYB5SA5wLrFv3yGk19eqiE_hoj8Iug9ItmN2WQuVy9LHiz0G4w4nhYlRW9GJZRSsOA/s1600-h/P8110737.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 11px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 6px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412761690158881874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibqybfoQnNLK4tkwT9rxOF5gt7fM6t2To2T3TA_I0jpRgQ_EpTCr5gkgwndT17ecXo2DJiJYB5SA5wLrFv3yGk19eqiE_hoj8Iug9ItmN2WQuVy9LHiz0G4w4nhYlRW9GJZRSsOA/s400/P8110737.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTy-GPdtwaC55NT4pGpXbsFG-XNdRBamnGDBYBxCt7z1vKyqZa2qYbbxkPTE2K2JsQkjqlWygDAixYBW9pJSe8sK2MGu3kPD1A7lLL-ML8ljr-VB2A_6UVwzSnn5Nr4qr-dGATpQ/s1600-h/P1030260.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412761536334355490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTy-GPdtwaC55NT4pGpXbsFG-XNdRBamnGDBYBxCt7z1vKyqZa2qYbbxkPTE2K2JsQkjqlWygDAixYBW9pJSe8sK2MGu3kPD1A7lLL-ML8ljr-VB2A_6UVwzSnn5Nr4qr-dGATpQ/s400/P1030260.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE_mN-87ozBqwdJlEYyjAl-EWHsBPzD8jIfWOsRsa-ehhO8mOZCUSlW3Tt3QGJOSCpIgJl7reiWFc1XKf7nciSybXreCL_L9cFgPUh9KbFS6BUOLFFvvihCsw8an2PHMoXt43viQ/s1600-h/P1030250.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412761220335113234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE_mN-87ozBqwdJlEYyjAl-EWHsBPzD8jIfWOsRsa-ehhO8mOZCUSlW3Tt3QGJOSCpIgJl7reiWFc1XKf7nciSybXreCL_L9cFgPUh9KbFS6BUOLFFvvihCsw8an2PHMoXt43viQ/s400/P1030250.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>Domestic Goddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08809465644261285625noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15724825.post-29507232478750174862009-12-07T22:57:00.000-08:002009-12-07T23:07:08.856-08:00Happy Birthday Hails<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQQLrfo_950wiji0OGFcmKpFanQiqyztXkCikY49WCUqLJwjmD9-YfLxIqS4Oj6V5YyiXJcgJoBCH-GHQbxRYLh6Q1ny489VVRGbqN2FfVGG8g9KPHubzOXCRqNbC9azbxfwaRxA/s1600-h/PC071098.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412757778043442450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQQLrfo_950wiji0OGFcmKpFanQiqyztXkCikY49WCUqLJwjmD9-YfLxIqS4Oj6V5YyiXJcgJoBCH-GHQbxRYLh6Q1ny489VVRGbqN2FfVGG8g9KPHubzOXCRqNbC9azbxfwaRxA/s400/PC071098.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTZYpTd4ZqlNTZKm3vvaS34JR8HlA-wJVElr30rMztetiXdZIooYJfF1781vdXgLrYbtDchvC5DS0-22RBJrG034xWLwxHsFj7WR8lmUUfUDocvswLx1A1svb8JbLv8qYsVy5tmA/s1600-h/PC071091.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412756839173555170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTZYpTd4ZqlNTZKm3vvaS34JR8HlA-wJVElr30rMztetiXdZIooYJfF1781vdXgLrYbtDchvC5DS0-22RBJrG034xWLwxHsFj7WR8lmUUfUDocvswLx1A1svb8JbLv8qYsVy5tmA/s400/PC071091.JPG" /></a> My latest creation for my wonderful Niece the lovely Hailey who turned one today. We are currently down in Wellington and I must say how magic it is to have family around. She is just lovely, the most smiling child I have ever seen</div>Domestic Goddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08809465644261285625noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15724825.post-3683258466733310732009-11-15T14:34:00.000-08:002009-11-15T15:06:49.912-08:00Happy Birthday Our Poppy<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifhwvvvwRKSe7DjRRvxovyAjjj8Dz2mx3lJuhJzKbmnujYx3omp2o5ICzYLLRPm_w8Nh2N8uBryZeqe2bnz0GBiZFzjLk4xTYqCVS0aUu37Su5XXdYd7UcxJc1se8GmlwbDeViPg/s1600-h/PB160949.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404464872429325970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifhwvvvwRKSe7DjRRvxovyAjjj8Dz2mx3lJuhJzKbmnujYx3omp2o5ICzYLLRPm_w8Nh2N8uBryZeqe2bnz0GBiZFzjLk4xTYqCVS0aUu37Su5XXdYd7UcxJc1se8GmlwbDeViPg/s400/PB160949.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Domestic Goddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08809465644261285625noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15724825.post-9631520986399625632009-11-10T00:42:00.000-08:002009-11-10T01:16:27.940-08:00Christmas Cake day!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEu0NmvRDxhoZTpxZ-TqNZs5439EZZL-AkZywB3gZxkzyWeVXCVJeBVqB86oPHQiKZEdZjGmhfUUivCL4B38zxfXwNPnENqT80ZF1XWPMUpJL9S517gu9Pwuxh_QjmgxTxwFjAyw/s1600-h/PB100896.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402394783006727954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEu0NmvRDxhoZTpxZ-TqNZs5439EZZL-AkZywB3gZxkzyWeVXCVJeBVqB86oPHQiKZEdZjGmhfUUivCL4B38zxfXwNPnENqT80ZF1XWPMUpJL9S517gu9Pwuxh_QjmgxTxwFjAyw/s400/PB100896.JPG" border="0" /></a> Tomorrow is the day, it may be one whole month late but ladies when tomorrow dawns my home shall be filled with the aroma of Christmas past and building a firm foundation of Christmas Future.<br /><br />Yesterday Ella and I popped on the Christmas Classics, chopped the fruit, ate our full and left the rest swimming in Sherry. I just love going and stirring the mixture, fabulous scent wafts as soon as you lift the gladwrap. <br /><br />Tonight, I started making the icing decorations and this year this is my interpretation of ye old Christmas tree. I am just gagging to put up our tree. I am almost on the cusp of going back to a real tree as I miss the earthy smell of pine that signals the arrival of Christmas. However I cannot stand the frivolous waste of resources so this year plastic will be my tree of choice.Domestic Goddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08809465644261285625noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15724825.post-87550994239477412322009-11-09T22:51:00.000-08:002009-11-09T23:02:12.980-08:00Christmas is a GO<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikaCvD1Vk5584gsL5Tun5BpaOPB8YTgkw7PLF1_4VFEhMMh4RlTVV2I40J2n8Jd9KQgD2qyJDPaBezv8KXcpMAKGoqos0vbaE3x5TTqrzfuM-NDqFZUGNr8gAcyBf6blUb3cPx2w/s1600-h/PB060892.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402365968549003986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikaCvD1Vk5584gsL5Tun5BpaOPB8YTgkw7PLF1_4VFEhMMh4RlTVV2I40J2n8Jd9KQgD2qyJDPaBezv8KXcpMAKGoqos0vbaE3x5TTqrzfuM-NDqFZUGNr8gAcyBf6blUb3cPx2w/s400/PB060892.JPG" border="0" /></a> Right here is the progress on the Stockings, I am about half way through them and in this pic you cannot see the 20hours I have put into beading these arghhhhhhhhhhhh<br /><div></div>Domestic Goddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08809465644261285625noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15724825.post-10395913361848303252009-11-09T22:29:00.000-08:002009-11-09T22:51:08.673-08:00Project Dolls House<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfUJA-xGeNYOVjfcwIX2RdwKlouKUTFAIcksZHb4U1K_npposT1LiFjWZmg2R21kt0sXRzT28YrqoWWb4udRRL15ADE4knk2V-GBkUzoF8195m4jFKwe2k69BYKKGdhKtodz54pw/s1600-h/PB060893.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402363288219058962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfUJA-xGeNYOVjfcwIX2RdwKlouKUTFAIcksZHb4U1K_npposT1LiFjWZmg2R21kt0sXRzT28YrqoWWb4udRRL15ADE4knk2V-GBkUzoF8195m4jFKwe2k69BYKKGdhKtodz54pw/s400/PB060893.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwpoZ3W853l2HwHk-YzWt60Nz5TWyW2pEPc0GPqZxdt5J14SStRFgZl5ZVWAC-cNrBaKzmwcLsRaEPl_zdFAwR9rLI3M2wyAE5Cr0ttyYprlRnl-TVcO7OC8mOKFLn5w0WTZn8pw/s1600-h/PB100894.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402363276873937682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwpoZ3W853l2HwHk-YzWt60Nz5TWyW2pEPc0GPqZxdt5J14SStRFgZl5ZVWAC-cNrBaKzmwcLsRaEPl_zdFAwR9rLI3M2wyAE5Cr0ttyYprlRnl-TVcO7OC8mOKFLn5w0WTZn8pw/s400/PB100894.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Complete and ready for Christmas NEXT<br /><div></div></div>Domestic Goddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08809465644261285625noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15724825.post-39735277243807944842009-11-05T17:11:00.000-08:002009-11-05T17:30:26.870-08:00On the first day of Christmas, My true love said to me "Drop the credit card love and step away from the Avon catelogue"Yee haaa, It has finally happened. I am brimming with the Christmas Spirit and surprisingly it is not Bombay Sapphire!<br /><br /><strong>Projects to complete list</strong><br /><strong></strong><br />Organise Christmas Work do<br />Help out catering for friends party.<br />Organise Poppy's Birthday<br />Handmake three Christmas Stockings, EMMMM far from done.<br />Make Fabulous Christmas cake for Next week EEEEEEKKKKKK<br />First Find a new Christmas Cake recipie as I am not happy with current one<br />Finish Making dolls House ARGHHHHHHHHHHHH<br />It is finally built with three layers of varnish but now needed to decorate and make curtins<br />Plan Christmas day Menu on a tight buget<br />Complete Christmas gift shopping<br />Decorate the house and beat current record of over 900 lights in the lounge<br />Shopping trip to Rotorua and Tauranga<br />Send Christmas cards, I have lost address book, so find addresses.............................yawn<br />Build time machine to send me back to September.Domestic Goddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08809465644261285625noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15724825.post-84130820767376655262009-11-02T23:31:00.000-08:002009-11-03T00:40:27.697-08:00We three kings........................yes....tis nearly the season<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis_20AKviHMbGekU8sRthWq7q1MgF9QbMThb3ORPTLNH52T1T3M22DuzipkQM2IgktUPFeJk1vgeCNZuLxPt9mugiCIlzD_Zxe7ORLD96K0PSsfoM56mnxaNWHaxHwuXBTWKqNWg/s1600-h/IMG_4366.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399790655266436114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis_20AKviHMbGekU8sRthWq7q1MgF9QbMThb3ORPTLNH52T1T3M22DuzipkQM2IgktUPFeJk1vgeCNZuLxPt9mugiCIlzD_Zxe7ORLD96K0PSsfoM56mnxaNWHaxHwuXBTWKqNWg/s400/IMG_4366.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigA8QxBlwt9GfBh3oQ8SsmbZsRgQqL9dhIIhpIsAIFEzd3csmvCJ2ka_pVzToTxE_f_7D7NvvFjz2cXqk4XzZoXOcUKMqVY4znUx0uvhZKBYUMSXd4jVdigM4l00yaolbaPXj4vw/s1600-h/IMG_4375.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399790449815020082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigA8QxBlwt9GfBh3oQ8SsmbZsRgQqL9dhIIhpIsAIFEzd3csmvCJ2ka_pVzToTxE_f_7D7NvvFjz2cXqk4XzZoXOcUKMqVY4znUx0uvhZKBYUMSXd4jVdigM4l00yaolbaPXj4vw/s400/IMG_4375.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>Normality?</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>It does not even sound like a real word. Perhaps it is not a real thing. Besides, I am fairly sure it would be a most boring alternative, full of yawns, Jeremy Kyle and Griffins Superwines, dependable biccies those ones!</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>Crap, I just yawned. Next stop, daytime telly.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>Unfortunately, my life is not boring. It is full to bursting. I have got my fingers in so many pies, it is no wonder I am portly. Just when I think I can breathe the sweet smell of 'under control' I go and put my blasted hand up for yet more responsibility. Right at this very moment I should be painting a dolls house or sewing a Christmas Stocking but here I am filling this page with complete garbage. Hey, at least I am not the one reading it.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>I should not really be blogging tonight, my mind is elsewhere but theoretically this could be my only chance for awhile and I know some of you will be wondering how we are doing.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>We are great. Poppy is amazing, her spots and dots are fading, she is still a little tired but does not let it interfere with her Tanty throwing ability and her hair now seems to be starting to grow in her bald bits. A darker colour, but hair none the less.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>Ella-raine is lovely. She has just learned to do a backwards flip on the rings and is so ready for school. I on the other hand am not. Although..........last night at dinner time I was ironing and getting ready for work(so I was already pissed off) and I told Miss Ella to eat her dinner. Well she turned to me with a straight face and said the following,</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>"Mama, I have two words for you, shut and up!"</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>Christ I did not see that coming! First shock and then a prompt telling off, I cannot remember if what I said was good as I had to leave the room before I peed myself while laughing.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>I did query where on earth she has heard such a thing and she quickly replied Shrek the movie. I must check on that because if that was a lie, then it was a good one and grasshopper may become the master.</div><div> </div><div>Righto, must dash as I have some tree hugging, sandal wearing 'positive visualisation' to do. I jest you not and may the protective white light of all things good guide me tonight, or perhaps it will just be choc, ciggarette and bed. </div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div></div>Domestic Goddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08809465644261285625noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15724825.post-64100295704057235852009-09-25T00:14:00.000-07:002009-09-25T01:04:00.431-07:00One three piece pack, extra seasoning and a side of LorazepamI still worry. Poppy temperature is still a little higher than normal. Is she OK?<br /><br />Lorazepam, thats what I need.<br /><br />To look at her she is just the same, covered in a fading spots but still the same. She has a couple of nasty patches left and one is the shape of a heart on her thigh. I think that speaks volumes.<br /><br />Her voice is different, softly spoken and very cute. Her laugh has changed, no longer deep and throaty but reminiscent of when a baby laughs with that huge indraw. Yesterday to be honest I was a bit worried about her mental state as on the way home she was just giggling hysterically and do you want to know why? It was her hands, she was just holding them up in the light and cracking herself up. I even asked what was so funny and she said her hands. Simple things I guess. Is she OK?<br /><br />Yep, I really need some Lorazepam. I may even find how to spell it.<br /><br />I am still in awe of human spirit. We have notes in our mailbox from people we do not know who just want to help. We have people turning up with meals and still endless calls from people.<br /><br />I am now faced with a problem. This has been hard but I am not sure what has been harder, a sick child or letting yourself be helped and accepting it willingly. How can I possibly thank them all in a manner that suits the deed? Any token short of life changing feels fraudulent. I could not possibly give enough. I know, I know...............I have been counselled by my nearest and dearest and it appears to be my problem and this is supposed to be some sort of Kharma pay back for me, but I still feel like a bludger. May as well just go into a room and whip myself some more.<br /><br />I just feel I have so much to do but yet just want it to be over and return to life normality. I am going to try real hard next week and do everything I feel needs to be done then I am going to put this all behind me and perhaps ignore it all for month or two. Ahh blissful ignorance, I miss blissful ignorance. I might practice that for dinner with an upsized three piece from Kentucky.Domestic Goddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08809465644261285625noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15724825.post-40663452375028431552009-09-24T23:57:00.000-07:002009-09-25T00:02:11.648-07:00Not so spotty PoppyWell we made it, finally home with our miracle child.<br /><br />It was a really wet and dismal day for a homecoming but things were crystal clear.<br /><br />Angels watch over us and if we are lucky some walk amongst us.<br /><br />We arrived home to lawns that were mowed, a house that was clean, washing done and a fridge cleaned out, fresh eggs, butter, bread and milk in the fridge and a bunch of flowers on the table. All of these done by different people, different circles but with one small thing in common, Us!<br /><br />I have been so humbled by not only my close friends but our community and perfect strangers that have taken us in their hearts and done what they can.<br /><br />I am still processing the enormity of it all and am still a little numb. It is the little things that get you. Like walking into Poppy’s room and remembering the last time I did that when my daughter was fighting for her life and remembering my thoughts on funeral arrangements and complete madness really. I wish I could erase them. I saw the thermometer in the lounge where I left it, my reaction is to rid the house of all things that bring that gut retching time back, but cannot.<br /><br />This is the third time we have nearly lost our daughter and frankly that is quite enough. However I am such a pagan and have difficulty saying such a thing as if to invite it into my life again. For the record although I have had enough of the life and death thing, I am still prepared to go thorough it countless times if it means we get to have her in our life and I get to kiss her grandchildren. Crap, touch wood. Man that was real hard for me as over the last couple of weeks I have said the term “touch wood” and be buggered if wood is easy to find in a hospital and I was a little OCD about it. Planning to now get a wooden key ring. Feck I am nuts….hey I always have nuts, are they wood?Domestic Goddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08809465644261285625noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15724825.post-23452581505242253492009-09-17T01:23:00.000-07:002009-09-17T04:06:38.810-07:00Menija NinjaI do not even know if I can find the words to begin.<br /><br /><br /><br />If you try to imagine you top ten nightmares, I would have a guess at mine being the loss of a child and would have to say that nearly losing a child would come a close second.<br /><br /><br /><br />If you just quickly scroll through my sleep deprived drivel and only one thing sticks in your mind other than my crappy writing, this is it and I am going to write it in capitals because not only is it important but I am shouting at you "BELIEVE MOTHER'S INTUITION!"<br /><br /><br /><br />Any of you with insight in my life will know that one of the things I cherish in this busy time is my saturday read/sleeptime and I am a bit precious about it. I normally shut the door as the handles are too high for chubby little fingers but today I forgot and in bowled Poppy and she said she wanted a cuddle. Sigh.......she came in told me she loved me and fell fast asleep. It was then I should have thought something was up as she cancelled her afternoon sleep a year ago.<br /><br /><br /><br />An hour later we got up and she had a temperature, nothing crazy just warm to the touch. I gave her some Pamol and she went to sleep on the couch. I checked her an hour later and her temp had gone up so I decided to give her some Ibprofen. I asked her what was wrong and she said her ear. Highly plausible, she does suffer from ear infections and had a cold last week, I made sure she had some fluids gave her a warm sponge bath to make her more comfortable, put her in her PJ's covered her in a sheet, gave her some more Pamol as it had been four hours since her last and put her to bed.<br /><br /><br /><br />I checked on her an hour later and I fully expected that with the medication her temp to have come down. It was still going up and she was breathing fast with an increased heart rate. I knew that this was a likely due to infection but is was the breathing that worried me. I could not give her anything else and could not sleep and had to get up every half an hour to check, she wasin a deep unrousable sleep. At 3.30am I knew she could have more pamol, I went in and took a temp, no change but before she had been hot and dry now she was sweating so I thought yay this was the body's way off cooling the system so I turned the light on and decided to change her wet pjs to wake her up so I could get more fluids in. She was really lucid, the best she had been all night and I thought the fever was breaking.<br /><br /><br /><br />It was then I saw them.<br /><br /><br /><br />Two faint uneven spots, one one her tummy and one just under her right boobie. Ahh no panic, just a spot so I pushed one to see if the colour altered. It did not. I called for CH to come in the bedroom, he did not as the bugger was sleeping through it all. I put my shoulders back told myself to stop being a drama queen but gave in and ran to the kitchen for a glass cursing CH sleeping ability. By the time I got back glass in hand he was scratching his balls in the doorway squinting his eyes and highly attractive. I pressed the glass to the surface of the first spot and it did not change. I told Jason to get dressed and get in the car and take her to ED.<br /><br />He went in a little worried but nothing major as it often seems that sick kids are the children of urban legends and we never seem to be affected.<br /><br /><br /><br />I could not sleep and watched a great re-run of Frasier. I was tense and kept texing. He called asking if she had been fully immunised and she had so phew problem over. Fifteen minutes later she was covered in spots. It was half an hour later he called crying as they were losing her.<br /><br /><br /><br />My skin went cold and I could feel all the bood just draining from it. I went to wake Ella my voice was strong and commanding and instead of taking hours to wake up it was instant, I packed who knows what and headed in. I could feel my appearence was fine but on the insides had turned to liquid and I could easily just drown. I walked in and she was in the resus room never a good start. I took one look at the monitor and knew my child was covered in cords and was about to leave me. I looked around this overly bright room to see my husband crying and thankfully one of the nurses was a friend who just clung on to me. The next few hours is just a blur as they just tried time and time again again to fight a body desperately trying to shut itself down. They finally drilled twice straight into the bone to keep her stable until the Starship rescue team got to her. By now she could not breathe by herself. I called my dear friend in England her mother is a minister, I beg her to pray for us.<br /><br /><br /><br />9.15am the air lift team arrived and battled to get a femoral line in. Blood everywhere.<br /><br /><br /><br />10.15 I asked the rescue team how she was going. A doctor looked me in the eye and said "she was critical and may not survive. I felt like someone had just ripped my clothes off, gouged out my heart and I was naked for all to see.<br /><br /><br /><br />In an Ambulance we rode, charging to the big red plane. It could have been an alien space ship for I was not really there. I had suddenly become see through and did not want to put anyone out. Big plump wet tears just ran constantly from my unmoving face. I worried about the cleaners on the plane and wetting the carpet.<br /><br /><br /><br />12:00 We had arrived at Starship Hospital and all I could do on the way was talk to the Ambo driver about some new education level in St John.<br /><br /><br /><br />Everyone knows and I am constantly getting texts. They are my lifeline, they are keeping me focused. Must update everyone, I do not want people to worry unduly.<br /><br /><br /><br />This was Sunday. A day of rest then they paralyse her with drugs. I get a message that family is coming up, I get grumpy as I know they do not have the money for such silly things. Her Aunt and Nana arrive to support us, and they walk in and almost buckle at knees and cry. I am there, but cannot feel accept I feel guilt they are sad. I must be strong.<br /><br /><br /><br />Texts and prayers flood in, I feel their warmth. They are my sanity.<br /><br /><br /><br />More family arrive, I worry about feeding them. CH and Ella arrive. Ella is full of fun and laughter and thinks this is the best holiday ever. I am resentful.<br /><br /><br /><br />Monday - She cannot breathe by herself, her blood pressure is terrible and her heart is beating too fast to be sustained and one of her legs is cold and the spots are getting worse. They now stop paralysis drugs. She should awake. Loads of morphine and ketamine. Her doctor from Whakatane calls to be told things are not good.<br /><br /><br /><br />Texts still constant, I am vigilant to update and get upset when I find out some people have not received texts. I worry they might not feel important enough and receive info second hand.<br /><br /><br /><br />Tuesday - No change accept her right lung has now collapsed. She awakes intermittedly only to scream in pain. I wash her mouth out to keep away infection and keep cream and gel on her lips and eyes to keep them moist.<br /><br /><br /><br />We all take turns in sitting with her. I feel terrible as it should be up to me to bear the burden.<br /><br /><br /><br />Wednesday - No change accept her left lung is now is flooded with fluid and her good leg now burns with infection. They spots are getting darker, and sinking in the middle, I keep them moisturised. I still worry about money and insist on paying for flights home. I take a pill so I can sleep.<br /><br /><br /><br />This whole time I have been there overseeing the injecting, the bagging every hour to keep her breathing long enough to suction the fluid from her lungs so she does not drown. I am still not there. I am a student learning increasing my knowlege base.<br /><br /><br /><br />Thursday AM - She awakes, recognises me and tries to reach for me and says Mama I want to go home. I am still numb.<br /><br /><br /><br />Thursday 4pm - I am not there but Nana is and her doctor from Whakatane arrives and stands at the doorway for long enough to make Nana feel uncomfortable. Finally introduces himself and states he has never worked harder to save a life than he did on her.<br /><br />Nana relays the message.<br /><br />I finally break and feel like my world has been ripped apart rather than being on top of it.<br /><br /><br />Thursday 6pm - she is too weak to sip from a sipper cup. She states " I have no clothes on!"<br /><br />Thursday 8pm - She falls asleep with her hands around the purple ribbon of an inflated balloon and I start writing this<br /><br />Thursday 10pm - I chew a Creme Caramel butterscotch lolly, watch her sleep, I break off a sliver and place it in her mouth and she smiles. I smile and now finally breathe.<br /><br />This is a very quickly written down and one sided tale of events and in the future I will wow you with stories of human compassion, skill and kindness like you wont believe but for now this is all I have and I must sleep for it will be a long night watching over my little one but should I fall asleep I am comforted by the fact I am not the only one who watches over her.Domestic Goddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08809465644261285625noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15724825.post-378798566723600392009-09-10T00:44:00.000-07:002009-09-10T01:06:15.601-07:00Hey a packet of Mint slice for lunch, mint is a healty herb right?Oh I have been a bad bad girl.<br /><br />I have been really "good" for the last seven weeks and eaten well and even stuck to my apparent allergy to the humble potato. I have even had a gastro virus. You would think I would be nearing a goal weight, right?<br /><br />WRONG, there is a fecking loop hole in the system and it is like I am in opposite world. I have put more weight around my middle in the last few weeks than almost first five months of preganacy. Seriously I am almost convinced myself an immaculate conception has happened or I am dying from a tumor the size of a small child! I kid you not I am freaking myself out as I have the feeling of baby movement, but know it cannot be. I am driving myself nuts and last Thursday I gave up all hope and bought a trolley load of treats to scoff, chocolate, sweets, biccies, really good bread and cheeses. I have had fast food twice this week and fatty meaty treats for the rest of it and my weight has not changed. I also did the worst thing as I am almost convinced I am suffering from some sort cancer as I dont feel right and I went and had a blood screening done and the chap asked "Have you got a cold? a sore throat? Headache? Had the flu?" I of course said no. He said. "odd your white blood cell count is really up and your immunity is kicking in" Lets just say it has done little for the anxiety levels. Feck it off to the health shop to spend yet more of my childrens university fund on some quack remedy. The blood chap said try a really good antioxidant so I shall add it to all the other crap I am taking.<br /><br />My poor health is definately helping out the local economy, just doing my bit!<br /><br />Actually must pee on a stick just to set my mind at ease. Wow,I could be the new Virgin Mary! but I look shite in blue.Domestic Goddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08809465644261285625noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15724825.post-12818457071285579972009-09-10T00:43:00.000-07:002009-09-10T00:44:39.528-07:00Need a new challenge?Desperately seeking, Janey.<br /><br />I am blessed with the most exquisite collection of friends. Each stunning in different ways yet all brought together by our love and devotion to our children. We organise trips, get creative, talk about child development, let our kids play and support each other for any little obstacles we come upon.<br /><br />There is those times however when as much as we love our blessed children we do not actually like them and spending the day with them is akin to picking your nose with a cheese grater. At the end of that day when all is not giggles and sweet smelling babies. Sometimes a glimpse of naughty youth flashes in and I crave to go around the back of the shed for a sneaky cigarette or a shot of tequila….hold the lemon and salt.<br /><br />It is these times we call upon the ‘realistic’ mothers who remember ghost of youth’s past and are more than willing to have drink with it and pull an emergency packet of cigs out of their normally non smoking nappy bag and go hide where the children can’t see. I no longer have a naughty friend who is willing to lead me astray. They both buggered off to England. Spiteful cows.<br /><br />I am seeking submissions for a new Janey or Delwyn.<br /><br />Position Description.<br /><br />This is a demanding role and the meek and mild need not apply. The ideal applicant will be clever and able to defend from and onslaught of sarcastic remarks and send them back as the need dictates. Realistic, blatantly honest but open to delusion as the need arises. Strong negotiation skills, with the ability to talk people down from great heights. Educated in both palate and mind, with an almost psychic ability when a chat and a glass of gin is needed. Knowledge of herbal and pharmaceutical drugs and own prescription pad would be beneficial. The ability to laughs at ones foibles and smile knowingly when we come across those qualities in another and then counsel as appropriate. Most importantly, possess a willingness to be either the strength or the crutch as needed with the ability to be led and lead astray should the opportunity present it self.<br /><br />Righto, move your arse and make an application.Domestic Goddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08809465644261285625noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15724825.post-1563025460349326862009-08-27T19:43:00.001-07:002009-08-27T19:52:37.617-07:00Welcome Spring<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYNkiTp7QYROFwKNsVEpkCGdKsfRADrKy8tVMLn7_6tk1K5J6WvpEU-1VXV9klTC9HwThZBbQDbEQuQ_X2XabopJRc9XIntrqMP_uXveuglLJD4xBQK3yKkBIz787M-oOiTP9pyQ/s1600-h/P8280860.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374841788325876946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYNkiTp7QYROFwKNsVEpkCGdKsfRADrKy8tVMLn7_6tk1K5J6WvpEU-1VXV9klTC9HwThZBbQDbEQuQ_X2XabopJRc9XIntrqMP_uXveuglLJD4xBQK3yKkBIz787M-oOiTP9pyQ/s400/P8280860.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Gosh I love living here!</div>Domestic Goddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08809465644261285625noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15724825.post-67381782208888490522009-08-26T00:26:00.000-07:002009-08-26T00:56:16.129-07:00Feminine charmOver the years, you have all been with me as we have discovered how a woman is "enriched" with age and of the unimaginable things that have happened along the journey. Certain mysteries that are top of mind was discovering that you tripled your body gas ratio aftering bearing children or being shocked at that first "pale" hair on your bikini line! but of late I guess the biggest dissapointment was discovering that as women not all age gracefully and are just nasty buggers that know how to bully.<br /><br />Behold! I have made a new discovery and that is, 'As we age we loose sensitivity!'. I of course have had an inkling of this as over the years more than truthful comments just roll off the tongue with ease, especially when aimed at CH! But more importantly we seem to loose sensitivity from our noses! Noses I tell you, not to be stuck in places unwanted BUT ever thought of the unwanted things stuck in your nose? <br /><br />Two words that strike fear in the heart of all things feminine...............................................<br /><br />VISABLE BOGIES!<br /><br />Always been an unrational fear of mine. I was always very confident that I would never have snot gremlin hanging off the end of my nose in full view. No sireee, all systems checked and good to go, besides it was everyone else that that happened to NOT CAREFUL ME!<br /><br />Twice now it has happened, washing my hands.........casual check in the mirror and holy feck I HAVE GROWN A NEW HEAD and it is sticking out my nose! How could I not know? Why has no one told me? Has this happened before? Can I ever go out again..........am I officially in my middle years?..........my lord do I have to start carrying a HANKIE!<br /><br />just another one of life's little gems I guess, yep cannot wait until the next New discovery!Domestic Goddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08809465644261285625noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15724825.post-82658540797654310382009-08-22T00:15:00.000-07:002009-08-22T01:08:39.762-07:0018 Weeks until Christmas!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4_UaNXPQlSc6McQaI_cKFHNiH1DOPS3-VDtgQYOLN4uWLggpAsgVz96GVeETimXBAaazpbVx2MW5guB1CG_HmMlg2bBFCPz2GXibiubR0ZlPvXtPJi-gVFYExXIaV_EAxa6iEow/s1600-h/P8170874.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372690690556541218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4_UaNXPQlSc6McQaI_cKFHNiH1DOPS3-VDtgQYOLN4uWLggpAsgVz96GVeETimXBAaazpbVx2MW5guB1CG_HmMlg2bBFCPz2GXibiubR0ZlPvXtPJi-gVFYExXIaV_EAxa6iEow/s200/P8170874.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2axe8nO1v8aAshNsINpTR-42T-9YAI9G9HULc9vY1hG8VPeqIaquUj6gzRZI1RoL7xJlCVfkjVfClfwmmFT8IQy36PH1rD1QemdzQ6sw0eFUy7Kuo5f_3uw6vuRLV6m0cydnz5Q/s1600-h/P8140857.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372690681812695266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2axe8nO1v8aAshNsINpTR-42T-9YAI9G9HULc9vY1hG8VPeqIaquUj6gzRZI1RoL7xJlCVfkjVfClfwmmFT8IQy36PH1rD1QemdzQ6sw0eFUy7Kuo5f_3uw6vuRLV6m0cydnz5Q/s200/P8140857.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>How can yet another month go by and NO postings? Do you think I have all day to swan about drinking coffee and talking to you? Well I may just have had something more exciting to do. Perhaps.............. start an affair with the local Whittaker's Sales rep? or did I loose the ability to write when I lost my fingers in a dangerous cupcake manoeuvre? or was it as simple as taking a real long time in coming up with "who is first up against the wall" when I become Queen List? Yes, I am considering a hostile takeover of the Beehive, eating the current residents and then fobbing the rest off with the promise of faster broadband and cheaper electricity from magic sticks! John Key is currently topping the list, as an insignificant deknackered slimy pimple on the arse of democracy. Perhaps a little harsh, as I imagine it would be hard to make a decision with so many people's hands up your arse to make you do something! Perhaps I shall rename him 'Judy Key', although 'Punch Key' is what we need BUT in today's world we could not even have 'Smacking Key'!. Blimey, I cannot even begin to talk about this anti smacking referendum as the rules of time and space do not allow me to fully express my opinion. </div><div> </div><div>Anyhoo as proof that I am indeed alive here is a pic of the girls and I on holiday in Ashvegus! and a lovely one of my sister and the girls. We had an amazing time and I am sure I will go into greater details later..................you poor buggers! For now I must go and ensure that CH is not hanging from the rafters somewhere on what could be the eve of both a Cricket and possible rugby defeat. Removing all the belts, cords and sharp implements NOW! Feck it I will just crack the top off a imported beer to distract him and make the pain go away! AND WHO SAID KIWI BLOKES ARE UNATTRACTIVE?</div></div>Domestic Goddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08809465644261285625noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15724825.post-13728551082537723882009-07-18T02:07:00.000-07:002009-07-18T02:19:53.980-07:00Five Brilliant women the photo was titled, could not have been put a better way<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqTgtElMFbc4Vusj9SKh4Gp4XNjBE4T2l8Lnz0pnUQmgQUmc2nnObmeNXMCqqZ_Gnakw5X4V888YCr84JBcko2O9JO-t6W7N5BacA8z1zZCwWslzSzXapEePQ91FoFG-bratCLxw/s1600-h/the+gals.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359725003051183170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqTgtElMFbc4Vusj9SKh4Gp4XNjBE4T2l8Lnz0pnUQmgQUmc2nnObmeNXMCqqZ_Gnakw5X4V888YCr84JBcko2O9JO-t6W7N5BacA8z1zZCwWslzSzXapEePQ91FoFG-bratCLxw/s400/the+gals.jpg" border="0" /></a> Monday starts the new week with many positive changes, stay tuned as this time I think it is going to work and it will be in part because of these wonderful women. May my unyeilding positivity inspire you all. I shall from this point be no longer be filling the void with cupcakes....................OK perhaps not this point in time as I have a party to do cup cakes for this weekend BUT from then...............................cup cakes, they not for me.<br /><div></div>Domestic Goddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08809465644261285625noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15724825.post-41499403518731375552009-07-06T16:44:00.000-07:002009-07-06T17:19:25.137-07:00I think I have MAN flu!It's true! I have been in bed for three days and at this very moment am having a good patch. All the classic man flu signs, vocal cords pitched to "whine", inability know what it is that would help me, Cos I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">DONT</span> KNOW! so very week I cannot even pick up my my own snotty tissues, three days in bed and only changed PJ's under duress yesterday. I must be looking so attractive at the moment, this morning I awoke with a strange feeling as I must have been sleeping with my mouth open and tongue poking out as my mouth has never been so dry and my tongue had cracks in it! You should see my nose as it is a monument dedicated to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Vasaline</span>, a wide grinning strip of the shiny stuff plastered under my nose with just as much shoved up it to stop my nose from falling off. My whole body hurts, even my lungs and diaphragm. It has been such a long few day as I never ever thought I could get sick enough not to be able to read in bed! What a waste, three days of not being able to read, curse you bright light! Today I am much better and actually <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">contempating</span> a shower.<br /><br />This swine flu has my knickers in a knot. I am a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">healthcare</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">professional</span> and still I am confused. But you know me and my arm could be falling off and I still would not go into A&E as 'it will be right and I would not want to bother them!' Our poor pops was effected the worst, terrible <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">temperatures</span>, shocking coughs, shortness of breath with poor air movement. Pops always coughs in winter, always has and no amount of normal or alternative medicine seems to help it. Her dad was like this as a child. I do worry for pops as her <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">respiratory</span> system is not very strong.<br /><br />I just wish there was an easy <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">way</span> to spot swine flu, like toenails turning to trotters or <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">unexplainable</span> urgings to put a ring through your nose. Rather than "flu like symptoms" <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">feck</span> any day of the week I have half of them. I did however ring work and say I would not be in today and it god damn came close to killing me, I am such a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">goodie</span> two shoes that I hate to call in sick even when it is real. Heart <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">palpitations</span>, nervous sweat and stuttering voice GOD I HATE IT!<br /><br />Actually that is more than enough for me today, thinking of plucking my eyebrows next.......................that should take all day given what I saw looking back at me from the mirror thing morning. Or perhaps bed and sort the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">yeti</span> out later!Domestic Goddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08809465644261285625noreply@blogger.com1