Complete and Utter Ramblings (I Blame The Flu!)

Well, here I am again.  I have finally been able to let go of the Senior Sarge now that all his test results are clear and basically he is probably just a growing boy, growing being the operative word as he seems to grow every night.

I am very lucky, exceedingly so, with my two offspring.  We rarely argue (well excluding the fact that the SS and I had a doozy of a barney last night - could be associated with the fact that I have my first yucky cold in about three years and feel like crap) but I'm sure once his ban on electrics is over, and a bit f a run at footy training tonight will ensure we are back on track.

However, in a selfish way, it's not only luck.  I have put in a lot of time and effort, as many parents do, in to trying to provide as much as I can for these two and for ensuring they know what is right and wrong.  And so does their Dad. We may not have been able to be married, and let's face it we still don't agree on a lot of stuff, but he is their Dad, and despite what has happened between us, we both want the best for our kids.

Oh, in saying providing as much as I can, I don't mean material things. I mean love, happiness, different experiences and a lot of laughs.

I'm not really sure where this piece of writing is going today but I just felt like getting back on this blog bike and trying to keep it going.  In my own personal cathartic way.

But I have been looking around the world of late and looking at the way some people are making choices.  Good and bad.  Oh, I am not criticising anyone's right to make a choice, heaven knows I still don't make the correct ones too bloody often, but by golly by gosh some people really need to look outside their own frigging world. OK, so maybe I am criticising, No one's perfect.

We don't know how lucky most of us are. Yes, I have a crappy cold, my throat has stolen all the razor blades from my shower (side note - thank goodness I'm not baring my legs whilst I appear to have ingested these razors), and at times at the moment I am feeling a little overwhelmed with trying to work one and three quarter full time jobs every day.

But, it was my choice to put myself under this extra workload, and it's only for a few weeks.  It seems no matter how hard we work, there really isn't any $$$ left over at the end of the week.

However, I am happy.  Ok, could be breathing a bit easier, my fringe was cut too short at my last haircut and I really need to mop my floors but in the scheme of things, I am true to myself, and to the universe.

And that, to me, is what matters.

Magic Wand Needed

Yesterday I had a new experience. Yep, at 46  36 years of age (cough cough) I experienced something for the first time.

However, I really wished I hadn't. With. all. my. heart.

I went with a wonderful friend while she had her first chemotherapy treatment.

This friend only found out very very recently of this ghastly disease in her body.

This friend who has been listening to me whine about no job, possibly having to move again (yes, that will be in the next post), the endless visits to medical practitioners trying to find out when Horse Girl will ever get off her crutches, and some ranting about certain people/places who should know better.

And then, when I came up for air, she told me what she had been doing the past couple of days.

I have sworn a lot - and questioned the universe a lot too.

But, it is about staying positive. I am there for whatever and whenever she needs, for her and her family. I have searched and searched for the magic wand because all I want to do is make it better. And go away.

And never come back. Ever. To anyone.

At least we still can use our warped sense of humour. I have been cooking some meals to give her a break, but in the last batch I did have to say - Well if this frigging cancer doesn't kill you, my cooking probably will.

Don't judge me for that. That is how we are together. We have to make light of things around us.

And it is up to me to stay positive and send her positive thoughts every minute of every day.

I saw an ad on TV last night for Daffodil day. It's on August 24. There are not many people in this world who have not been touched themselves or someone they know by this hideous disease.

So if you can, buy a daffodil. And send positive thoughts to those who are suffering, and to those who are searching for the cure. And to the families who have been left behind.

And for the carers and medical staff. The nurses in this place yesterday were literally angels.

Let's beat the crap out of this frigging disease.

ANd if anyone finds those magic wands, please send one my way

Cheers

Lisa x0x

The Griswald Family Vacation

I managed to get a few day's 'off' over Easter so we packed the car and headed for a leisurely 9 1/2 hour drive down to Victoria.

I hadn't really planned to do the drive in one day, just thought I would see how I went. And considering our first stop was at Macca's McCafe only an hour and a half down the road, I thought we may be lucky to get to our destination before we would have to be coming home.

First stop - 1 1/2 hours from the start!!!

But we managed it.  With stops at Fyshwick (afore mentioned Maccas), then Nimmatabel (what the???) then Orbost for petrol, we managed to make it to my The Phantom Poster's motel accommodation. Lucky having family running a motel - wonder if they might make their next one in Southern France or somewhere similar?

Lunch by the lake at Nimmatabel

We chatted, sang, slept (well only brief power naps for me as I was driving) and discovered many many many toilets on the way as Senior Sergeant liked to do such inspections.

Horse Girl had set herself up in the back seat with her books, I pod's, snacks, cushions, pillows, blankets etc  - just like her own mini apartment.

Senior Sergeant likes to be the navigator although his habit of screaming out at the top of his lungs "JEEEZZZZUUUUSSSSS" every time I went to overtake someone was a little disconcerting.

Anyways, most of the family were there celebrating Nana Gypsy's 80th birthday.  Was great catching up with everyone, although some of us did have to stand on stools to greet certain nephews who now seem to be about 85 feet tall.

The Queen and her subjects (we made them all either kneel or crouch!)

But it was lots of fun and although we had a couple of family members missng in action, we still thought about them and wished they were there. And it was great to catch up with all who were there.

So Nana, we hope you enjoyed your 80th birthday in country Victoria. Perhaps the 90th might be in that motel in Southern France!

Cheers

Lisa xox