Celebrate

Teenagers, Online Gaming, and Showers

Okay, people are probably looking at the title for this post and are struggling to see the connection between all three things listed. Teenagers and online gaming: easy connection. A large number of teenage boys are gamers. Teenagers and showers: well, if you have a teenage boy, you’ll understand. Online gaming and showers… Just wait. It’s social media at its best.
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My baby is 12. Where did the time go?

Exactly 12 years ago today, I gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. Unlike my first child, she was on time. Well, sort-of. My midwife was concerned about the increasing protein counts in my urine, showing signs that my kidneys were shutting down. I was referred to the maternity unit at the hospital. The specialist on call gave me two options: they induce me, so I could give birth that day; or they admit me and we can wait for labour to start on its own.

Umm… Such a silly question to ask a pregnant woman who was so over this thing called pregnancy. Eight hours later, my daughter was born.

My daughter CJ at four months old with her big brother Anthony, who was four at the time. (Sept 2005)

I remember like it was yesterday when my husband brought our son in to see his sister. “She’s tiny, mummy,” he said. “She’s tiny.”

“Yes, Anthony. All babies are tiny.”

Little did we both know that she was also cheeky.

CJ (Christa to those of us in the family) has always been a determined child, never letting anything stand in the way of what she wants. Never mind that she might not actually know what she wants, but that’s beside the point.

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2017: One month down. Only Eleven to go.

Here we are, February 1st, 2017 — one month in to 2017 and already it’s shaping up to be a mixed bag, teetering on the fence.

Let’s see… As many of my readers know, I started 2017 with not one but two computers that decided to become vary ill. However, there was light at the end of that tunnel that was more than just fantastic. The motherboards on both computers were replaced, but the true deliverance came in the form of a technological angel who gifted me a second-hand laptop to replace the pathetic Netbook with 1Gb of RAM that I had been using while waiting for machines to be repaired. Because of this amazing gift, I can now write when out and about, sitting at some coffee shop somewhere, and get some amazing editing work done. (I don’t need to print everything out if I don’t want to. Save the trees!) As per my angel’s request, she will continue to go nameless, but she knows how much I love her.

On the down side, during this first month of 2017, I fell ill — very ill. I was coughing up a lung every single time I turned around — I could barely breathe because of it — and I had lost my voice. As I write this post, I still have very little volume in my voice — still croaky and squeaky, and the family is constantly teasing me. Thankfully, I’m on the mend now, but three weeks of coughing and lack of sleep was just down right miserable. It did absolutely nothing for my complexion either.
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Celebrate

Out with the old and in with the new…

Out with the old and in with the new. It’s a saying that so many will say when it’s time for a change. Well… I think many people will agree with me. 2016 was the year from hell on multiple levels.

C'est la vie, 2016!

C’est la vie, 2016! 2017, come in & wipe away the misery.

Let’s for a moment completely ignore the world political stage and just imagine that Brexit never happened and that Trump is still just a TV host of some bizarre show about making money. (BTW, I’ve never watched that show and never will.)

Within my home country of New Zealand, 2016 saw multiple earthquakes, massive ones that have changed the landscape of the country forever. Just when we thought that it was all over, it would start up again. Six years of quakes… And the scary thing about all of it is that we’ve become desensitized to them. Now we need to experience big ones before anyone actually react; we get a 5.0 and we just carry on with our coffee and conversations. It’s odd how it happens, but you can honestly tell who the locals are and who is from out of town — just look for the ones diving under the tables.Read More

Juggling

I’m a writer… Juggling is a necessity.

It’s the life of every working mother, to become the taxi driver. Let’s face it, my son is currently 14, a freshman in high school, and fills his free time with swimming training, archery and scouts, and of course computer games, but I’m not going to talk about those. My 10-year-old daughter, just starting junior high, does ballet, contemporary, scouts, art, kapahaka, and until recently guitar and swimming. And this says nothing of my own activities: writers’ groups, committee meetings, scout leader… (Wait… I’m not a scout leader anymore. I have my Thursday nights back, but I’m sure I’m missing something.) There are days when I don’t know whether I’m coming or going.Read More