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Blog Prompt – August 15, 2008: Blog Prompt: Today is National Relaxation Day. How do you plan to relax today?

Relaxation is a thing of the past – and hopefully the future, but right now is almost no existant.  Until Mark has his transplant out lives are a merry-go-round of continuous doctors visits – for both of us, lately.

We visit four different hospitals for Mark’s health and treatments. 

Monash Medical Centre for his transplant team visits.  The Alfred – for his peritonial dialysis education.  The Eye and Ear Hospital for the management of his eye problems and cataract treatments.  And lastly, Frankston Hospital Outpatients for his (and my) Diabetes Clinic.

Of course we also have regular visits to the Renal Specialists and then all the counsellor visits as well.

On top of that we have school things for the older kids, and day care for Cailee as well as my visits to physio, doctors and counsellors.  And then of course there’s the new puppy who is demanding as well. *rolls eyes*

I’m really hoping that all of these appointments will eventually fade to once or twice a year when Mark has had the transplant, but who knows? Something else always seems to pop up. 

Relaxation is saved for bedtime.  When I can zone out and sleep like the dead. LOL

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Best Friends?

Blog Prompt – August 14, 2008: Today is Best Friends Day. Who is your best friend and tell why?

I have never had a Best Friend in the traditional sense of the word.  Not someone I could confide in completely, about everything, or even someone I could say, yes – such and such is definitely my best friend.  I have more a variety of friends who I would consider I am very close to.  That I can call at a moments notice and just sit and blab to. 

The first is my eldest daughter.  She and I have had a very special relationship since she was fourteen – we are closer than any of her friends are with their parents.  We can discuss just about anything.  Some things my husband blocks his ears to, or leaves the room for, because he thinks there are things a father (or mother) just shouldn’t discuss with their child.  But Mel and I do.

My second is my mum.  I can discuss a lot of things with her, more so now than when I was younger.  She still see’s me as her child, but no longer a little girl.  Mum would do anything to help me and she knows if its in my power – I will do anything for her as well.  We socialise together too.  And some of my friends have adopted her as their surrogate mother and grandmother. 

I guess with those two alone I can consider myself blessed.

Then the thrid and fourth I can’t place in any particular order, Vicki and Michelle are equally as close to me.  I’ve known Michelle for almost ten years, she has seen me through a lot of things – we go to the gym together and have gotten drunk together on occasion, as well as making friends with people online together. Whereas Vicki I only met three years ago, through Scrapbooking.  She owns the local scrapbooking store and I occasionally worked for her on Demo Days, as well as teach card classes for her.  She and I are very alike in many ways – we can talk for hours and spend most Saturday nights chatting during crop nights.  (Mum will sit at the ned of the table oblivious to half of our conversations because she’s almost completely deaf.)  The three of us will sit companionably and scrap together.

Last, but definitely not least, is Sandy.  I have known Sandy since Melanie first started school sixteen years ago.  So long, and though we don’t see each other as frequently any more, she and I are still close enough to open up to each other about our trials and tribulations.

So, though I don’t have one particular best friend, I consider myself a lucky person, as I have five amazing women I can call friend.  Five women I am lucky to have in my life – and who help make me who I am.

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My Perfect Summer Day

Blog Prompt – July 9, 2008: Describe your perfect summer day?

Hmmm…. perfect summer day?  One that isn’t too hot, and by that I mean one below 30°c.

I hate hot weather and it hates me as well.  From the year we landed in Australia I have had problems handly the weather here.  That first summer, as soon as the heat got above the magic thirty, I ended up passed out in the middle of Main Street.

If the weather is mild, I will enjoy the day and be able to function – housework, taking the kids out for the day, having fun.  But when it goes over, I’m stuffed.  The weather will give me a migraine and totally enervate me so I can’t do much more than flake out on the bed with the fan going.

So basically, any summer day below thirty degrees celsius is perfect for me.

;o)

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Blog Prompt – July 8, 2008: What kind of stories do you like best? Tear-jerkers? Happy endings? Unexpected twists? Or all of the above?

It all depends on what type of mood I am in when I sit down to watch a movie.  I can be in a romantic mood when the best movie to watch will be a tearjerker that leaves me feeling all warm and fuzzy.  If I’m on edge, I like to watch a murder/mystery type movie where my thoughts can converge on solving the crime before the movie is halfway through.

I love romantic comedies, where the happy ending doesn’t necessarily leave you crying.  Warm and fuzzy, or on edge and puzzling out the ending, it doesn’t matter which, as long as the movie moves along nicely and entertains me.  I have eclectic tastes in movies and music – if the blurb hooks me, I’ll probably end up adding yet another movie to my list of favourites.

;o)

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Blog Prompt – June 5, 2008: Today let’s focus on an experience. Good, bad, indifferent. From the present or from the past.

Oh goodness.  I’m over forty so everything I experience has its good, bad and indifferent sides. *chuckles* 

My first experience of Japanese cuisine?  The good – it tasted great, the bad – wasn’t filling enough, the indifferent – I have to be in the mood to have it, these days.  And the last time I had it, it tasted too fishy.

My first scrapbooking experience? The good – I thoroughly enjoyed learning about what was involved and making my first page.  The bad – too many embellishments and papers and ephemera to choose from. The indifferent – I’m rarely happy with the end results!

My first hospital experience?  The good – I wasn’t in pain after the op.  The bad – I wasn’t told I didn’t have to talk/show the interns the reason for my op – until after they had all crowded around and examined me.  The indifferent – many years and many ops later, I no longer worry about interns learning from me. LOL

I’m actually finding it hard to blog this prompt.  My head is too scattered to focus today for some reason.

 

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Blog Prompt – June 3, 2008: Hit movies of yesterday or today.

Sex and the City hits our movie screens tomorrow and the excitement is mounting.  Even more in our family, with three late teen/adults in the house.  (Yes, I’m included!) I’m late to the SATC fan club, but have the entire series now on DVD thanks to Melanie on Mother’s Day.

We had a slight panic on Monday night when the news story hit that all the city cinema’s Gold Class were booked out for the next five weeks.  So instead of seeing the movie on Thursday night (release date) at 9.30pm, we had to reschedule to 12.30 – lunchtime, when everyone is at work.  It was the only time slot we could buy three tickets at once for.  Well atleast we’ll be among the first in the country to see it.

One of the local radio stations were giving tickets to those who rang in to state who they most identified with from the series.  I didn’t ring, but told Mel she should have, she is a Carrie in the making.  Her love of fashion and shoes is well known throughout the family.  What isn’t as well known is her penchant for sitting on her bed late at night typing madly into her laptop – as does Carrie.

Aimee isn’t as proper as Charlotte, nor as active as Samantha, but she is highly intelligent – more than Mel and I, though we won’t tell her that.  So I guess that means she would most identify as Miranda.  That must be why we clash so much – two Miranda’s in the one house.  *rolls eyes*

Yes, I do identify with Miranda more than any of the others.  Married, with child(ren), and I can be a sarcastic bitch at times. ;o)

So – it’s not all about the sex…  It’s more about the friendships, the fashion, their lives, their passions – okay, maybe its a little about the sex.  But we envy their friendship, their stick-togetherness through thick and thin.  How four women can stay such good friends without the inbitching that comes with normal friendships – even the best friendships will have their bitchy moments.  And then there’s their willingness to share – something only true friends do.

No – not all about the sex…

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Blog Prompt – June 2, 2008: this month how about Sights and/or Smells. Maybe something from the past or something from the present or maybe even something from the present that sparks a memory of something in the past….

The smell of hot, sweet tea and oranges always brings me back in time to my grandparents house.  I can remember walking into their home most Saturdays when I was a child, to be greeted by the smell of hot, sweet tea for afternoon tea, with a plate of biscuits from Huntley & Palmers, the biscuit factory where both dad and grandad worked.  Dad used to joke that he remembered making ‘that particular biscuit’ when I would pick up a fig roll or one of the other cream filled biscuits.

I’m not sure why the scent of oranges reminds me of them because I can’t remember a time of any special significance that we had oranges or ate them together, maybe it was a heavily scented room deoderiser or cleaning product that left th scent of oranges in the house, I just know the smell of a freshly cut orange drags me back down through the years.

The smell of hot, sweet tea, or oranges, always has been a comforting and loving scent for me.  Having only seen my grandparents a couple of times in the past 30 years, I haven’t forgotten my early childhood with their presence a major memory for me.

I missed them through my teen years and early twenties, then my having my own family took my mind off the fact I didn’t have my grandparents in easy access.  My granddad died when I was in my early thirties and because of the expense of airfares I didn’t get a chance to go to his funeral.  My grandmother is still alive, though suffering from late stage alzheimers,  and I doubt I will be able to attend her funeral either, when the time comes.

But I’ll always have the scent of hot, sweet tea and oranges to remind me of them.

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