Thursday, February 25, 2010

Welcome to our new family members..

After years of the children pleading for a pet...and I mean years...we have extended our family by two. Our two boys are 'Sherlock' and 'Toothpick'. Harry is very happy to have brothers at last. The kids no longer have to resort to making pets out of blowflys, slaters, spiders and rocks. The stray cat they have named 'juniper' will return to being a visitor only. Of course, kids being as they are, want one guineapig each. Personally, I don't know if I can handle five of the blighters. (In fact, I do have a wee soft spot for the little pigs..I ran out one night to give them a secret cuddle only to be met five minutes later by five kids laughing at me...). Anyhoo, welcome little pig-boys...long may you survive!
As for me getting life together, I am taking it 'one day at a time' and having a goal of accomplishing one thing, the top of the list thing. Yesterday I rehashed our insurance, and that is ongoing paperwork, phonecalls, but I am on top of it. Today I am organising the electrician for more power points in our house. I will also, before the week is out, get a quote to buy five kingsingle divan beds and mattresses for the growing crew. (See! I am meaningful.)
I have continued with my newyears resolve to make at least one drawing per day. I have been doing so since December the 28th. Honestly...I can already see improvement with my eye hand co-ordination. I draw the kids a lot while they are watching T.v. I also have been known to bribe them into being still...
My excercise and health is moving..(just)..catch up on that here.
Thankyou for your lovely comments regarding my previous post, I do take them to heart.

Sunday, February 21, 2010

empty nest syndrome?...or other bollocks?

She is off to school in a few months, and wont be making stuff for me anymore...they will give her 'little kid' scissors to use, and will outline her art work before hanging it on the school wall..(I hate that!). Anyhoo, she is the last of the five babies and for the first time in fourteen years I am a bit lost. I am feeling a tad pannicky. She has been away at kindergarten three days a week and that is also a loss for me. I have not been child free for so long. Is this empty nest syndrome?. I find it hard to find meaning to the day-god! There is so much to do, housework, organisational stuff. But that is all bollocks. I want to earn money at the same time realising that I want to do so in order to validate myself in the eyes of my family and anyone else. Sad huh? (as in pathetic sad). I long for the 'spark'. What is the right thing for me? I know housework ain't where it's at. I ache for a space to work. I am frustrated, (and moaning about it). I ask myself (and you) the idea of little old me painting all day and night in a studio and exhibiting and selling work just a bit of idealistic crappo?, a dream that has kept me going during all these years of pre-school kid-life? Is it all too middleclass/idealistic/housewife bullshite?
This personal saga has somewhat diminished my drive and focus regarding my running. I am not running enough-making me feel even worse. The thing is,it is about my attitude, my head space. I am feeling old. Oh yah, to top it off, I finally had an eye test. I need to wear glasses permanently...(what a difference they have made). Everything I was seeing was a little blurry around the edges, my eyes were straining -near and far. I guess it explains the headaches and ache and sandpaper in the eyes. hmmm.....

Saturday, February 13, 2010


Are these healthy snacks? Fairy bread, nuttella on white rolls, and lollies....hmmm...

Sunday, February 7, 2010

The sevens....and grumbling...

Why did I take this photo?

Do I love a man in uniform?

I made it to the Saturday of the sevens. It was 'wow' as usual! I think the party atmosphere was bigger even than last year. Rugby? What Rugby? or...what is rugby? ...or, are they playing rugby or football? (after being there two years in a row). Deane couldn't make it unfortunately, but while I was away, he managed to crack a rib, falling on the auger. Ummm...and I am sure you all know what an 'auger' is..ya know..that big phallic thing that is attached to the end of the digger...(yes the digger in our back yard). The auger digs holes through earth and rock. Anyhow, Mr D tripped and fell over it and cracked a rib. He can feel it scraping the side of his lung when he breathes. He is living on pain killers...and not walking, running, skydiving, scuba diving, horse riding, ballet dancing at the moment....
The fact of the matter, at this moment, I am in a completely foul mood. I dont know if it is the pimples on my face, the flab on my stomach, how the New Zealand team played.., or how the Scottish team played (worse). But they all look so,so good in their little shorts. I cant be angry for too long. My foul mood  could be the result of a huge mess in my house that I cant seem to control. More junk arrived up the stairs again tonight. I'm not one to complain...yes I am actually. So much for interesting posts huh!!!