It is still a bit of amission having these as pets. The hutch wil also need an extension, with it being ok but not ideal for two wascally wabbits.
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Introducing.....
It is still a bit of amission having these as pets. The hutch wil also need an extension, with it being ok but not ideal for two wascally wabbits.
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Gorgeous.
What on EARTH could I add?
Pick me. I know I'm past 40 but site...I know what goes where....
Pick me. I know I'm past 40 but site...I know what goes where....
Saturday, September 27, 2008
27 September 2008

Here I am aged 9. My dad took this photo. My Dad died tonight.
13 years ago tonight at 10.40pm my best friend, my mentor, my everything died.
Cancer - you arse. I hate you. Even more because you have given me strength. I will use it against you. Be warned.
However. I have so much to thank Dad for. He was very gregarious. Heck, he was so wonderful that my Mumn has since remarried - to one of his mates, she loved being married soooo much that she was not hesitant to do it again. And I bless them both for that...that is fine. I think they have prolonged the lifespan of both of them. Many children then have more time with their families, even tho' you may think that as "grown ups" we don't need it.
I love and miss my Dad more than words can say.
Friday, September 26, 2008
Picture this....
You're lying in a lovely deep hot bath. You can hear the birds chirping and the soft "wap, wap" of the occasional tennis ball from the park next door. You are super relaxed.
Then you hear a sound not unlike an air-raid siren. And you just know. You know that the 11 year old has inadvertently let the bunny escape. Bugger.
You leap out of the bath (well, living on a busy road with a park nearby if that bunny gets to the gate it's gone!)...and still dripping you run downstairs, into the yard and yes. there is the Sciowly Teen trying to tackle aforementioned bunny, who deftly twists away towards the pool. Nooooo!!
You make a grab for the speedy fluffy butt, succeeding only just. With the squirmy creature pressed to your still damp torso you pop the wee f**** back into the hutch.
And the kids, rather than saying "thank you" loftily advise that next time you help maybe you could put clothes on first.
Oh, and we don't have one bunny. We have two. Daisy and Gretel.
Then you hear a sound not unlike an air-raid siren. And you just know. You know that the 11 year old has inadvertently let the bunny escape. Bugger.
You leap out of the bath (well, living on a busy road with a park nearby if that bunny gets to the gate it's gone!)...and still dripping you run downstairs, into the yard and yes. there is the Sciowly Teen trying to tackle aforementioned bunny, who deftly twists away towards the pool. Nooooo!!
You make a grab for the speedy fluffy butt, succeeding only just. With the squirmy creature pressed to your still damp torso you pop the wee f**** back into the hutch.
And the kids, rather than saying "thank you" loftily advise that next time you help maybe you could put clothes on first.
Oh, and we don't have one bunny. We have two. Daisy and Gretel.
Sunday, September 21, 2008
New Pets

Look, we have daffodils. Lots of them. I'm reading again. Got a book about Che Gueuvera written by his father, it is really interesting. I have read several books about this man. So far, it appears to me to be a complete SHAME the way he was killed.
Gawd, our election day has been announced. 8 November. Watch this space.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
The crazy times of a working mother
On the way back I took some photos of the Auckland Sky Tower. The above pic shows the Tower, and the one below shows the person I caught jumping off the Tower. If you click on it, it shows it up bigger (as the actress said to the bishop)
He (or she) was attached to a special cord that they have for this sort of thing but I was quite thrilled to capture it unintentionally! Not bad for a FujiFinepix "starter" camera. I'm still quite attached to my old Pentax K1000 which is probably older than dirt but takes fantastic photos.

The next day passed in ablur of exciting Health and Safety stuff...no, I know you want me to elaborate but I'm sorry: too exciting! We started the ocnference with a great display of Mine safety rescue, complete with dry ice and spooky music! Innovative for a conference such as this, I thought! Anyway, there came a point on the second day after a too late night at the dinner where I just had to get some fresh air. Took myself off for a stroll down Queen Street and found this fella who was in slightly worse shape than I was in!
Unspectacular me!
I have been tagged by Violet Sky so buckle that seat belt, put up your tray table and pay attention!
I have to list 6 unspectacular things about me...only 6....which ones should I choose?
I have to list 6 unspectacular things about me...only 6....which ones should I choose?
- I wear a size 5 and a half shoe (Kiwi sizes, I have no idea what that means to the rest of the world but suffice to say there's no point looking for Big Foot in my shoe collection);
- I like Spaghetti Bolognaise more than is decent for a woman of my age;
- Red is one of my favourite colours;
- I am a horder;
- I enjoy creative writing but have always found this easier to do when I am meant to be doing something else; and
- I still have all my old school reports.
There. Howzat?
Tuesday, September 09, 2008
Hoorah. A conference.
Be still my beating heart.
I'm going to Auckland. I'm going to Auckland.
Owing to the absence of sunshine and the predominance of rain, there is no paint to watch dry here, no socks to sort, no dental x-rays to catalogue.
So.
I'm going to a health and safety conference. In Auckland. First up there are welcome cocktails. Then a gala dinner. How will I cope? What does one wear? Sadly, Ray-baby is busy so I will be "flying solo". Such is life.
I'll be back at the weekend if you can stand the suspense!
I'm going to Auckland. I'm going to Auckland.
Owing to the absence of sunshine and the predominance of rain, there is no paint to watch dry here, no socks to sort, no dental x-rays to catalogue.
So.
I'm going to a health and safety conference. In Auckland. First up there are welcome cocktails. Then a gala dinner. How will I cope? What does one wear? Sadly, Ray-baby is busy so I will be "flying solo". Such is life.
I'll be back at the weekend if you can stand the suspense!
Monday, September 08, 2008
If we weren't married, I think I would!

I sat up and watched "Compulsion" last night, having seen Ray-baby (as he likes me to call him) in Henry Viii and various other things over the years, I really liked this one too. Of course, I have no idea why I find Ray-baby so attractive! He's on the cuddly side for a start - but he was very sexy in this programme. The script was rather shallow in parts but that aside, I found myself googling him like mad this morning to get the 'right" picture (all the others he has sent me are too pornographic to publish here and are for my eyes only anyway - Ray-baby is posessive that way. He likes to call me Randy-Mandy and I let him!!)
In the real world, the Scowly Teen's ears are on the mend very slowly - or it could be that her natural "off switch" has been activated so she wouldn't hear anything anyway!
Oh, and if any of the brits reading this happen upon Ray-Baby, remind him my bath night is Wedsnesday and I'll leave the ladder out for him.
Monday, September 01, 2008
Murphy and his sodding law
If a child is going to get a chronic ear infection, they will do so in the late hours of the evening, certainly after medical centre hours and ALWAYS after a few glasses of wine have been imbibed by both parents.
There will be no panadol in the house or indeed the street!
It will be storm-like conditions thus rendering a walk to an after hours chemist impossible.
And the child will dodge bookshelves, shoes, and monsters in the wardrobe to get to MUMMY at 1am to complain that their ears are killing them.
And father will sleep through the bloody lot.
There will be no panadol in the house or indeed the street!
It will be storm-like conditions thus rendering a walk to an after hours chemist impossible.
And the child will dodge bookshelves, shoes, and monsters in the wardrobe to get to MUMMY at 1am to complain that their ears are killing them.
And father will sleep through the bloody lot.
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