Saturday, March 20, 2010

Birthday resolutions..

My birthday is looming-forty-six. Gosh! It seems only yesterday I was throwing up after my fourtieth. Now here I am, with the big 'five-oh' rolling it's eyes at me in the not-too-far distance. I must say, I feel better and more in tune with my big ol' self than ever...at 45. Age is a good thing..if I dont look too closely at my not extremely taut skin stuff...and I don't like people taking photo's of me-especially close up and in harsh light..(all light is harsh). Life is good. Anyhoo, for the 46th Birthday, I am going to run 46kilometers. Thank the gods I live in a metric age. Forty six miles is a totally different (blurk!) distance. So, May the 18th folks. Thats the big date. I am also teaching myself guitar and the plan is to be extremely good at it by the eye-rolling 50. Of course, I will continue running-because it keeps me feeling; well, pretty brilliant. So, there it goes, the birthday plan. Luck and plans.

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

swamp thing...

Here is my wee ballet dancer. She has had four lessons. I picked her up from her first lesson and she, red faced and sweaty denounced the whole ballet thing as 'too much hard work'. She didn't want to go again, but me, being the hard Mother, told her she  must give it another try. Now she likes it. A 'first position' can happen at any random time.
So, here we are! Our stoopid 'Summer-that-did-not-happen' has given way to a most surely happening Autumn. We had an amazing storm sweep through last Friday. Hail, sideways rain coupled with a temperature drop from 18 to 8 degree's in about 5 minutes flat. Lovely stuff-not that I am complaining. I chose to go for a run in it and really enjoyed the bite.
Deane and Harry flew up to Auckland a few days ago, for a boys weekend at the Auckland boat show. Harry came back all relaxed and fresh, laughing at his Dad who refused to jump (bungy) off the sky tower.
While the boys were away, I thought me and the four girls would have a lovely few days. Unfortunately I forgot to let them in on the 'lovely time' bit, and for some reason they all had long moments of being very difficult. Deane returned home to one sadly disillusioned Mother. (Me, the swamp thing). Tell ya what! I had to turn my face to stone (to prevent scowling/swearing etc), at one point I slammed the door on my way out for a quick 8kilometer run, nearly too angry to enjoy it. So, I finally got my passport photo (on-going drama..the passport, fear of flying etc)..and my goal is to get to New York this year. It gets easier to leave the kids as they get older...maybe they will appreciate what I do for them if I am away for a few weeks? Hmmmmm.....

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

drama in suburban house wife land

What do you think of my domestic goddess attempt? Short bread recipe to a gingerbread boy shape. Pink icing and sprinkles and they march off to kindy and school. Brownie points for me.
My brand new cuisinart food processor just stopped working. I lugged it up 140 steps, paid nearly sixhundred big dollars for it and it stopped working in two weeks. I phoned moore-wilsons and they told me to bring it in. So in the box it goes, down stairs, lugged into the shop and they suggested they repair it. I said I dont want a repaired machine after only two weeks. They offered to find the exact same chrome one in the other store. I stated that I had done enough running around after the machine, so if they could deliver it to my house that would be great. They dont do deliveries, so I lugged my same but different one into the car, up the stairs and have started using it again! Gosh! Drama on the high sea's.
Okay! I know you ae clearly interested on the wee piggies. They are well loved. Even I (col-hard-eat-nails-for-breakfast-bitch) have fallen for them. The spend a bit of time lying around on peoples chests, munching on apples and watching t.v. They enjoy poo-ing on the floor. Their pee is a milky color and is abundant. They 'bring' straw into the house. I vacum more, and wash the floors more. I wash clothes more, (peed on clothes). The kids have more hay fever, but don't seem to mind.
A thing the kids have taught me this week?
Kids are not allowed to swear but mums and dads are (stated by a four year old).

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

The piggies progress

Okay, not to go on..(no..I am not know for that), but these little piggies..(not the children...the animals)must be the most social piggies alive. They get cuddled and talked to every morning before school and after school, long into the evening. Paloma grabs one (gently) on arriving home from kindy. The piggies play in her barbie car..(poor piggie-zooming around the floor in a pink plastic fantastic-I put a stop to it...), they do art with her, and help her write. They dance alot to Michael Jackson. Quite a few guests of the kids have cuddled/squished them and tomorow they are both going to kindergarten to be patted and fed by about 40 four year olds. So saying, they seem to be having more of a wild life than me!