Family Reunions...

FSM bless the information superhighway!

I have recently been very fortunate to be reunited with my huge extended family overseas.

Thanks to the internet (more importantly facebook!) I was found by one of my cousins and am now in regular contact with a huge array of rellies that I haven't seen since I was 12 or so.

It amazes me how much I have in common with these guys, genetics aside, we have grown up on completely differant continents and had virtually no contact but I find myself giggling at their status updates, marvelling over their photos and suprising myself with the values and ideas I seem to share with many of them.

I guess this must be a little bit like what an adopted child feels when they meet their birth families for the first time. Most of my cousins have grown up knowing each other, spending holidays and family events together while my brother and I were on the other side of the world, just us on our lonesome! We knew we had this huge tribe of people in the USA and England but didn't know them at all.

Now I just have to start saving (really really hard), I so want to get over there and meet them all and say Kia Ora Cuzzie! :p

Karma is a bitch...and shes coming to bite you on the ass

You know who you are.

You know who you've hurt.

I would like to think you will do the right thing but Im sure more lies will spew forth from your diseased mind.

You are completely delusional and unstable and I hope to hell you get the fuck out of our lives for good.

I hate you.

Goodbye and good riddance.

Craziness abounds...

So things have been a bit stressful around here of late.

I blame the heat, the economy, the crazy notion that taking two kids away on holiday would be relaxing..Madness I tell you, madness!

What I would really like is just a couple of hours a day to myself when I can just veg, read a book, stare at the ceiling, contemplate my naval, you know, important stuff, without someone AT me about something.

I told my kids I am changing my name to supercalifragilisticexpialidocious and would only answer to that when accompanied by a series of high kicks and the running man.
Damn husband taught the little blighters how to do it didn't he and then had the gall to lay on the couch with a smug grin while the spawns followed me around the house screaming it at the top of their lungs while doing maniac boy band'esque dance moves.

I could do my 'nothing' while the spawns are having their afternoon nap and I admit I DO have a lie down now and then (well, every afternoon if Im being completely honest with you dear reader) but there is always that nagging voice in my head whispering 'dust, vacuum, clean the blinds, hang out the laundry etc etc'.
I can normally silence that bitch with a swift karate chop to the throat and a couple of scorched almonds but shes never completely gone and I can picture her looking at me accusingly while she limps back to the recesses of my brain.

My friend thinks all us 'modern young women' must be out of our minds with stress just trying to keep up with life. God love her, shes a child of the 60's and swears by transcendental meditation and a good spliff. Maybe shes right, I should just get some whale music and pot and call it good.

Either that or hire a nanny, chef, cleaner, chauffeur, personal assistant, Pool boy (Hellloooooooo Paulo!) and laundry maid.

Good idea.

When life kicks you in the nuts....

This is what gets me through..





We had our photos from Luisa back today. Just in time to remind me about all that is good in the world.

I feel for those that do not have a good relationship with their families, it is the most important thing in my life and I am very blessed to have great kids and husband, awesome parents and extended family.

Hug your kids tight and kiss them until they squeak, they wont be little for long.

Life

You should never ever give up hope.

I refused to think that I would lose my Aunty, It just wasn't possible for that little pocket rocket to be gone.

My Stepmum rang last night with news from my Dad.

My Aunty opened her eyes, made contact with my Dad and gave him a huge smile. She also raised one of her arms.

We will not know more until later today but if just proves to me that hope is a powerful tool.

Death

We have been to too many funerals lately, three this year already.
Now my Aunty has slipped into a diabetic coma and not expected to make it.

I cant believe I am about to lose my Aunty Kathy Schaf. My Dad is enroute to Portsmouth as I type. What a horrible reason to have to return home.

Keep your fingers crossed for her/us/everyone.