PENCIL.SHARPEN.HER

This poem is so clever, and speaks both to the writer in me and of the writers I know. Be sure to check out more of the work on that blog too, there’s some other gems in there for sure.

Blue Fences

She spoke in rhythms and beats.

Edit and revise before she speaks.

Biting her tongue- a skilled technique.

Bold words gathered in her cheeks.

Strips and pieces of unsaid words.

Sharp and jagged edges of the unheard.

Spinning around her point steadily.

Casually clarifying its complexity.

And when that point meets her blank sheet

With rhythms sharper than what she can speak

She is grateful for all that she didn’t say.

For the ragged chips of unspoken decay

Create points that slide through locks and even cut through rock.

Her dearest remedy for writers block.

So Hushhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhould you try to Listen to her….

You might hear her pencil sharpener.

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Mr Simms Olde Sweet Shoppe

2 July 2018

We went into the town of Southend today. Was a beautiful walk along the beach front. With the pier in the distance, it felt like we’d stepped in to a postcard.

We strolled, with no particular destination in mind, just seeing what was there. We walked past some bakeries that sold old-fashioned Cornish pasties, juxtaposed with a McDonalds and a Burger King. There were, what seemed like, a million traditional fish and chip shops.

We bought the kids a Cornish pasty each to try, one traditional steak and one chicken. Everyone liked the steak one best. Jayden didn’t seem too fussed on the whole concept, but Caitie enjoyed it.

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Jayden trying a Cornish pasty

As we were heading back toward the beach (and Adventure Island), we saw Mr Simms Old Fashioned Sweet Shoppe. Caitie took off at a run, and I wasn’t far behind her although at a more decorous pace. *Pthb*

The sweet shop was just gorgeous. I truly felt like I’d stepped back in time. There were jars of sweets along the back wall, and a mix of traditional and modern confectionery along the sides. The confectionery was both British and international. They even had rock. I remember having a stick of rock when I was a child. In my head, I only knew of Blackpool rock, but the shopkeeper told me that each seaside town has their own version, so this was Southend rock. I desperately wanted to buy some, but I didn’t want to eat it! *Laugh*  I tried to think of anyone at home that I could buy some for, but all the kids in my family were in the UK for the wedding.  Caitie ended up buying a stick of rock, which I thought was for her friend back home, but nope, it was just for her to eat!

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I hummed and haa’d and oohed and aah’d over the sweets in the jars.  I was determined to buy some that weren’t prepackaged, because I wanted the full experience of the traditional sweet shop.  I wasn’t sure what I wanted until I saw aniseed balls, then it was an easy decision.  They were yummy too.  *Smile*

Then we finally took the kids to Adventure Island, the theme park.  We’d promised them that they’d get to go on the roller coaster.  When my kids were small, I realised that I was always taking photos of them doing things, but I wasn’t actually in any of the photos.  So I made a conscious effort to put down my camera and join in on the activities they were doing.  So Jayden, Caitie and I went on the roller coaster.  Steve can’t do things like roller coasters anymore as he screwed his back.  The roller coaster goes straight up and then straight down again, and while the down part was scary, the going up was just as scary because you felt like you were going fall backwards.  Caitie find it quite adrenaline-inducing, but then she and Jayden went on it again.  *Smile*

After that, we decided to pop in to the Baskin Robbins store and have ice creams.  Caitie had some horrendous bubblegum flavour.  Jayden and I stuck to our classic mint chocolate.  I can’t remember what flavour Steve had.

It was a lovely day.  A perfect day to be in a seaside town, eating ice cream.  *BigSmile*

I completed a bucket list item today!

1 July 2018

Today I completed an item on my bucket list – I met my niece Evie!

Last time I was in England, in 2014, I met my nephew Harry. He was 6 months old. Almost a year after that visit, my niece Evie arrived in the world, and I had yet to meet her. Meeting her was definitely on my bucket list! And today, that happened.

Harry doesn’t remember us from our last visit of course, and my kids have never met either of their cousins. So we spent today getting acquainted.

Neither of the kids, Harry and Evie, are very cuddly with us, but of course we’re strangers, so that’s to be expected. Evie keeps calling us all Daisy, as she can’t remember our names. When we tell her Caitie’s name, she pronounces it as Casey. Very cute. She talks a mix of proper sentences and babble. She’s super polite. “No, thank you,” she says, when you offer her something she doesn’t want. She sings all the time. Her favourite song is the baby shark song. She makes me want to cuddle her all the time.

Harry is four and a half, and his speech is excellent. His favourite thing at the moment seems to be Transformers Rescue Bots. He’s super cute when he giggles. He reminds me of my son, Jayden. Like, he seems to be quite sensitive, emotionally. He does things that are naughty, and then is devastated to be told off. I remember Jayden going through that. Shit, Jayden still goes through that and he’s 17! *Laugh*It’s a learning thing, right? They have to push the boundaries to find out what the boundaries are, and if the consequences are something they can cope with. But it’s tough. He has a tendency to isolate himself, which is also something Jayden did/does, so I try to consciously reach out to him to see if he’s isolated because he needs a break from people or if he’s feeling left out and just wants someone to include him.

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Me with my nephew Harry
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My daughter Caitie, with her wee cousins Harry and Evie

The weather is gorgeous. Hot and dry. Perfect holiday weather. Maybe tomorrow we’ll go to the park and see if we can see some squirrels. We don’t have squirrels in New Zealand, so both Caitie and Jayden are keen to see them.

We made it!

30 June 2018

The flight from Manila to Heathrow was uneventful.  Boring, but I’d take that over some of the dramas we’d had up to that point.  We honestly didn’t expect to find our luggage waiting for us at Heathrow.  It seemed only fitting that something would go wrong there too, right?  Nevertheless, we found our luggage without issue, much to our relief, and hustled our way to customs.  We pretty much speed-walked there, and were grateful we had, as we only had to stand in the queue for a relatively short time.  There were a LOT of people queued up behind us by the time we got there.

It was a weird feeling, knowing that we were finally in England.  Two years of planning, and all the last-minute delays…  It didn’t really feel real.

We had a drink while we waited for the taxi to arrive, then headed to my sister’s house.  Jayden was struggling to keep his eyes open, but we tried to keep him awake until we got there.  We’d landed at about 8pm, and figured if we could just go to sleep once we got to her house, we’d be on roughly the right time schedule.

We had hugs when we got there (her kids were in bed already), found our bedrooms, and basically went to sleep.  Tomorrow, the real fun begins.  I mean, we’re not going to rush off sightseeing immediately, but with all the stress and drama, it hasn’t yet felt like a holiday (or vacation as Americans call it).  Tomorrow we could relax, and I think we were all looking forward to that.

Hot and dirty (that’s what she said)

30 June 2018

The flight was long and boring, but at least we had the in-flight entertainment system, for what it was worth. There was a random selection of movies, and a very strange selection of TV shows. For instance, they had The Big Bang Theory, but only six episodes from season 9. And not the first six episodes from that season. Um, what? *Confused* Caitie and I got a couple of hours of sleep, but Jayden and Steve didn’t sleep at all.

We arrived in Manila at about 10:30pm local time. Then we had to stand in queues while they tried to sort out everyone’s connecting flights and accommodation. They seemed just as inept as the Auckland-based staff. Finally we were given our boarding passes for the flight to Heathrow the next day, only to find out we didn’t get the seats we’d pre-booked and prepaid for…again. *Angry* They gave us a hotel voucher for the Heritage Hotel, and vouchers for a shuttle to/from the airport. We had to find our luggage and re-tag it, but were told we could leave it at the airport and it would be put on our flight to Heathrow. We wondered if we’d ever see it again. Then Caitie realised she didn’t have her phone or camera bag, and realised they’d been left in the overhead locker of the plane. *FacePalm* Obviously Steve had overlooked them when he’d taken everything down. We asked someone about it, and they said they’d have a look and try and tag it to join us in Heathrow, but otherwise we should go to the lost and found tomorrow. We tried to prepare Caitie for the idea that she might not see it again.

Walking outside in Manila was like being hit in the face with a hot, damp cloth. It was so humid and so hot. Caitie was overheating in seconds. We were all sweating in our jeans and t-shirts. I think it was about 30 degrees Celsius….in the middle of the night. We were shocked at how much traffic there was in the middle of the night. We got to the Heritage Hotel, which looked beautiful from the outside, and in the foyer.

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We were given two rooms on the same floor, one for Steve and I, and one for the kids. The whole floor smelled like cigarettes and was old and tired. The kids’ bathroom had cockroaches. But there were beds, which looked clean, and it was 2am local time (yes, it’d taken us that long to get everything sorted) and we were tired. We slept.

We were woken up at 5am by a phone call from the taxi company in England. We’d forgotten, in all the madness, to tell them that we weren’t on the flight as originally scheduled. *Headbang* They informed us that as we were a ‘no show’, the cost of the taxi was non refundable. Ugh. We still needed a taxi, so we rebooked it and gave them the new details.

We woke at 7am local time when our alarm went off, and we woke the kids for breakfast. Breakfast was a mix of Filipino food and western food. We all tried a variety of dishes. Jayden really enjoyed the stirfry he ate. I had a nice mince dish on toast. Caitie mostly filled up on pastries I think. We all enjoyed the omelette.

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The shuttle ride back to the airport was eye-opening. The drivers don’t stay in one lane. It seems more like the lanes are just suggestions. At one point we were straddling the line, half in two lanes! And the beeping! They just kept beeping at each other, and we couldn’t figure out the reason for the beeping, even after asking the driver. The streets seemed dirty, and I saw a river that was crammed with rubbish. In my head, I was thinking ‘It’s like something you see on TV, not something that actually exists in real life.’ But of course it does. We’re spoiled, living in New Zealand. I now see why people have this notion of New Zealand as ‘clean and green’. Pedestrians ran or walked through the traffic with no apparent fear for their own safety. The buildings looked tatty and run-down for the most part. My overall impression of Manila was hot and dirty. The advertisements on the plane suggest there are some gorgeous places to go though, so I mustn’t be too judgy. I’m sure Auckland doesn’t look amazing on the trip from hotel to airport either, hmm?


We didn’t have to check our luggage in, so we had a little bit of time and we went to see if we could find Caitie’s camera bag. It took us forever to find the lost and found office, ironically, despite asking for directions multiple times. The lifts kept closing on us. In NZ, the lift won’t close if there is a person between the doors. Not so in Manila. Jayden and I both got squashed by the lift doors several times. It became a game to try and rush in, then rush out of the lifts before the doors closed. The lady at the lost and found office took our details and our description of the bag, then went hunting. We were not hopeful, but she came back with the camera bag. Caitie was so happy, she squealed with delight and almost hugged the poor lady. Everything was still in it, her phone, the camera, the spare battery packs. Steve and I were astonished that we’d got it back. We’d truly thought it was gone forever.

We had to queue to have our boarding passes scanned, and the line was really long, but it moved reasonably fast. Then we sat and waited. Then we boarded. Thankfully no drama llamas today.

We took off on time at 1pm.

A entire queue of drama llamas

29 June 2018

I left work at 3:15pm. Nik was leaving on an 11:55pm flight and I was leaving on an 11:30pm flight, so we both left work at the same time. I got a hug from Luke, one of my interns, and then a hug from Dave, my boss. Then another hug from Dave when I explained that I didn’t like hugs. *Laugh* Then a hug from Bonard. That was more hugs than I normally get in a month!

I got home and we ran around doing all the last minute things, putting toothbrushes in suitcases, etc. Then we were ready to go, but we still had a good hour or so before the shuttle was due to arrive, so we made poached eggs on toast for dinner. Then the shuttle turned up half an hour early, but that was fine because we were ready to go.

We got to the airport at about 7pm, despite major traffic woes in other parts of Auckland. The shuttle driver was saying that there would be a number of people missing flights that night due to traffic. There’d been a crash in Dairy Flat involving a bus full of children, and 7 people down south had been killed in another accident. The news (which was streaming in the shuttle) was all doom and gloom. But we made it to the airport without any trouble.

The check in for our flight didn’t open until 8:30pm, so we had an hour and a half to wait. We got the kids some sushi (Jayden is going through a serious growth support and eating constantly at the moment) and waited patiently.

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Finally, we headed over, to find a huge long queue. It took us at least two hours of standing in that queue to check in our suitcases. Caitie was a serious drama llama. She complained about being bored, complained that her feet were tired, complained that her finger was sore, complained that she was tired… *Rolleyes* It was two hours of complaining, and it was not fun. There were tears at various stages. I think her anxiety was playing up big time, and she was freaking out.

Nik caught up with us while we were in the queue and wished us luck for our trip. Iva wasn’t with him at that stage, as they’d come in separate cars.

We didn’t have any trouble (other than the queue) checking in our suitcases, and then no drama going through security to get to the duty free shopping. We had plenty of time still, so we stopped and had a drink, then went to our gate. We were at gate 9, and Nik and Iva were at gate 10, so we wished them both luck.

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Jayden enjoying a beer as we wait to board

We sat and waited to board. And waited some more. We were due to fly at 11:30pm and as the time got closer and closer without anyone boarding, we started to wonder what was happening. Then 11:30pm came and went without anyone being boarded. At 11:40pm an announcement came over the loud speakers that our flight had been cancelled due to ‘technical issues’. *Shock2* My first reaction was shock. I messaged the family ‘Holy shit, they just cancelled our flight!’ Caitie went into full meltdown. The build up had been so intense, and then all for nothing, and I think her biggest fear had been that something would happen that would mean we couldn’t go after all, and then it had happened. She cried, and I hugged her. Not much I could say, other than that we’d work it out somehow, and yes, we were still going to go to England. She was certain our whole trip would be used up by the time we got there, if we ever got there at all.

We had to listen to the following announcements carefully over everyone exclaiming and talking, and found out that our flight had been rescheduled to fly out at 3pm the following afternoon. Nik came over to commiserate, then had to rush off as his flight was boarding.

We talked through what the cancellation would mean for us. Most obviously, we’d miss our connecting flight from Manila to Heathrow. We didn’t have a car at the airport to get back home, and even if we did, it was midnight and Maddie, our housesitter, was asleep in our bed. We couldn’t go home and kick her out. Fuck.

There was utter chaos as everyone tried to get answers. They told us they would pay for transport home for those who wanted to go home (by way of reimbursement the next morning), otherwise they’d provide vouchers for hotels for those who didn’t want to go home. We opted for a hotel, as that would mean we wouldn’t have to disturb Maddie. Plus, Caitie had been nagging me about the fact that we weren’t going to be staying in a hotel on our trip, so we thought this would be a cool experience for her.

Steve waited in a queue for the hotel vouchers, while I tried to keep Caitie calm. Jayden was no problem. It was utter chaos though, with everyone confused and the airport staff not being much help. Eventually we got vouchers for Jet Park hotel, for two rooms, with breakfast included. They said we had to board ‘the yellow bus’, but to get there we had to go to departures, collect our suitcases from baggage claim, go through customs (including filling in arrival forms – it was totally ridiculous answering ‘0’ to the question ‘How many days have you been out of NZ?’) and then figure out where the hell the yellow bus went from. Others were just as confused as we were, and eventually someone figured out where the yellow bus departed from, but we were so fed up and tired by then. Steve opted to catch a taxi, and said we’d just seek reimbursement for it the next day along with everyone who’d gone home.

It was 2am by the time we got to the hotel. It was reasonably nice. Clean and tidy. We settled the kids in one room, and they pretty much fell straight into bed. Then Steve and I crashed as well, after setting an alarm for the next morning. We’d been told we had to be at the airport by 10am, and we wanted to have plenty of time for Jayden to eat breakfast.

The next morning we got up and showered and dressed in clean clothes before heading down for breakfast. The buffet included cooked food (bacon, sausages, scrambled eggs, hash browns), pastries and muffins, cereals, toast and fruit. Jayden had two full lots of cooked breakfast, four serves of fruit and then went back for more cooked food. That is some serious growth spurt! We were charged $20 for the breakfast, because apparently there was a price limit on the ‘complimentary breakfast’ that no one had told us about. Hmm….

I rang the travel agent and explained that our flight had been cancelled and asked her about the connecting flight to Manila. She said she’d ring the airline and she’d also contact our travel insurer. She rang back and said she hadn’t managed to get through, but she could see that our flight was scheduled to leave Auckland at 2:30pm. We were surprised to hear it had been brought forward, and disappointed and annoyed that the airline hadn’t bothered contacting us to let us know. The hotel did complimentary shuttles to the airport, so we arranged to bring ours forward half an hour and got to the airport about 9:30am.

The flight we were supposed to be on wasn’t on the board that shows all the departing flights. There were no flights to Manila showing at all. Someone else on our flight kindly told us which queue to join. The queue was a mile long already. Yay.

By 2:30pm, when our flight was supposedly leaving, we were still in the queue, albeit closer to the counter. What a joke. Finally we got our baggage checked in again, and we got our boarding passes. They hadn’t given us the seats we’d pre-booked and prepaid for. What a waste of time and money that had been. No window seat between the four of us. At least the boys got aisle seats, but Caitie and I had both really wanted window seats, and… Well, no use whining over it, is there? Nothing we can do about it now. Hmph.

In order to get a refund for our taxi, we had to go to the Philippine Air office at the airport and provide a copy of our passports and receipt, and sign. The taxi had cost us $30, but the guy only had $20 notes, so he said ‘I’ll owe you $10’. Seriously? This whole thing was such a farce. We asked about our seats, and they said we’d definitely have the seats we booked for the flight from Milan to Heathrow. Speaking of, they said we’d probably have to stay overnight in Manila, but they’d sort all that out when we got to Manila. *Rolleyes*

It’s quite scary getting on a plane to go to a foreign country without knowing the details of how you’re going to get to your final destination, and hoping that someone somewhere will know what’s happening and sort it all out for you. With the ineptitude we’d seen so far, we were very nervous about everything being resolved.

We made it through customs without further drama, and boarded the plane. We finally took off at about 4pm.

Three things

*HeartB* Three things you can’t go without.
*HeartP* Three celebrity crushes.
*HeartO* Three favorite book characters.
*HeartGR* If you had to evacuate your home because of a natural disaster, what three things would you take with you?
*HeartG* Three pet peeves.
*HeartT* Three things you’d do if you weren’t so afraid.
*HeartY* Three favorite TV shows.

*HeartB* Three things I can’t go without.

Books. That’s definitely the first thing that comes to mind. I read every day, and I think if I couldn’t, I’d go a little bit crazy. *Crazy* Okay, well more crazy than normal! *Laugh* I read an average of about 10 books a month or 120 books a year, and while I can re-read a book, I don’t think I can go too long without reading. In particular, I like to read just before I go to sleep. It calms my mind and stops me from thinking about work and kids and all those things that like to play through your mind as you lie down to sleep.

At the risk of being cliche, my husband. We keep each other sane. Or as Steve says, ‘you complete my weirdness’. *Laugh* When the kids frustrate us (wait for the pet peeves list!) or work is driving us crazy, we talk, we laugh, we support each other… I definitely wouldn’t cope without him. I truly don’t wanna find out what I’d be like without him.

I’d say chocolate, but one of these days I’m gonna give up the stuff. Just…not today. Or tomorrow. *Pthb*

Ooh, I know. Jeans. Jeans for the win! *Cool* I’d live in jeans if I were allowed to wear them to work. Stupid dress code. *Rolleyes* When I’m not at work, I’m either in jeans or jean shorts. Actually, now that I’m thinking about clothes, I’m not sure I’d want to live without bras either. *Smirk*

*HeartP* Three celebrity crushes.

Fuck, just three? *Confused* Um…

Top of my list right now is Chris Pratt. I loved him in Guardians of the Galaxy and Jurassic World. And there’s nothing sexier than a cute guy who makes you laugh. That’s my kind of man. *InLove*

Gerard Butler is always gonna be on my list. I loved him in Olympus Has Fallen, and of course the sequel London Has Fallen. OhmygodIjustsawthere’sanotheronecomingout! Angel Has Fallen! Yes! Definitely seeing that one at the movies. *StarStruck* Seeing Gerard as the Phantom of the Opera is definitely on my list of things to do too.

Hmm, who to choose for my #3? Hugh Jackman? Jeremy Renner? I like Jason Statham too. Not Tom Hardy, although I do like him, but he’s not quite in the league of the others. And I’m always up for a Bruce Willis movie, although he’s showing his age a bit now. Okay, I’m going for Hugh Jackman. Steve was so happy that I was amenable to going to see all the X-Men movies with him! *Laugh* Yep, he’s easy to watch, that’s for sure…

*HeartO* Three favorite book characters. 

Okay, the first one that comes to mind is Cole Renzo from A Restored Man by Jaime Reese. He’s so quirky, and so endearing… He’s clearly on the autism spectrum somewhere, although Reese never actually says so. It’s obvious because he keeps saying things he shouldn’t, but he can’t quite understand why what he said was so inappropriate until someone points it out to him. And he has a million thoughts going through his head all the time, and only working on cars calms him down. He was fascinating. And I thought the audio version of that book was just brilliant.

Oh, definitely Illium from Nalini Singh’s Guild Hunter series. Can’t believe he wasn’t the first one I thought of. And fuck he’s hot in the audio version. Which is weird, I know, because it’s narrated by a woman. But still… His accent and his personality and just…Illium. So um, he’s an angel. He has a fascination with mortals. And I really REALLY want him to have his own book. Nalini says that eventually he will get his own book, but probably not in the near future. Le sigh. When that book comes out, you can bet I’ll be buying it at the earliest opportunity. And preferably in audio format. *Wink*

Hmm… Hard to choose a third. Maybe Kai Bannon from the Cyberlove series by Megan Erickson and Santino Hassell? I’ve been looking through my book reviews to help me choose a third, and now I want to re-read that book. And then I want to re-read the third book in the series with Cherry, who is another favourite character from that series.

Here are some of my other favourite characters:
Dina Demille from the Innkeeper Chronicles by Ilona Andrews
Tristan Lavelle from The World As He Sees It by A M Arthur
Ian Mackenzie from The Madness of Lord Ian Mackenzie by Jennifer Ashley
Eveline Armstrong from Never Seduce a Scot by Maya Banks
Mercedes Thompson from the Mercedes Thompson series by Patricia Briggs
Darius Lindsey from Darius: Lord of Pleasures by Grace Burrowes
Wilhelm Montegue from Song for Sophia by Moriah Densley
Chris Chapey from the Edge of Honor series by Lori Foster
Carrie Wiggins from Sweet Everlasting by Patricia Gaffney
Patrick Flaherty from the Senses series by Andrew Grey
Morganna from Lady of the Knight (re-released as Morganna) by Jackie Ivie
Abigail from Moon Craving by Lucy Monroe
Alana Avery from Guardian Academy by Jessica Sorensen
Kato from the Kingmaker series by Amanda Bouchet
Kit from Enemies Like You by Annika Martin and Joanna Chambers

*HeartGR* If I had to evacuate my home because of a natural disaster, what three things would I take with me?

Okay, excluding people and pets, for obvious reasons (like the fact that they’re not ‘things’), the first one is super easy – my boxes of memorabilia. I have a stack of file boxes (sort of the size of a shoebox or a bit bigger) in my bedroom filled with memorabilia from 2001 to 2018. Photos, letters, certificates, tickets, cards, etc. In some cases a single year takes up a whole box and in other boxes I can fit three years’ worth of memorabilia. Eventually I want to print my blog into books, one for each year from 2001 onwards, and stick the memorabilia into the books to make scrapbooks that are filled with my blog posts. I’d be gutted if anything happened to those boxes of memories.

Um, I guess #2 would be my poetry books. I started writing poems in 1994 when I was 14 years old. I’m the kind of creative person that actually finds it hard to colour outside the lines, so I have four exercise books filled with my poems from 1994 to about 2015 neatly written in, with carefully underlined headings. No scribbles, no rough drafts, just finished poems, all in exactly the same neat format. If I lost those books, I’d definitely lose the only copy of some of those poems. And they might not be good, but they’re…mine. They’re part of my journey from starting to write shitty poetry to where I am now with poetry (wherever that may be). And yes, I’m only up to 2015. I need to catch up to 2018. It’s on my to-do list, but I’ve got some other stuff to do first.

And I suppose third would be my scrapbooks. I have some scrapbooks that are pretty basic that I did when my son was born, before I learned the ‘art’ of scrapbooking. And I have some scrapbooks that are the more typical style of 12″x12″ scrapbook, including my wedding scrapbook. So similar to the memorabilia, because those scrapbooks contain memorabilia that has already been scrapped.

I think most everything else could be replaced.

*HeartG* Three pet peeves.

Okay, firstly, inconsiderate drivers. Seriously, some people are just wankers on the road. They cut queues, drive in bus or transit lanes, block the road by crossing when there’s clearly no room for them on the other side, run red lights, etc. They think the rules don’t apply to them for some reason. And yet, if everyone drove like they did, the road would be chaos. Carnage. Why should they get to be assholes and the rest of us have to sit in traffic and quietly fume? *Rant* Ugh, nothing gets me angrier faster than an inconsiderate driver.

Do you know what I’m most looking forward to about my kids leaving home? It’s not that they won’t be leaving a mess behind them everywhere they go. It’s not that they’re so freaking expensive. It’s not the frustration of trying to provide rules, boundaries and discipline. It’s the food. I buy a packet of biscuits, eat one biscuit from it, and the next day it’s gone. One time, I didn’t even get to eat a single biscuit from the bloody packet! *Shock* Anything we buy that can be remotely seen as a ‘treat’ gets eaten. But it’s not just treats. Anything convenient to eat. Tomatoes and tinned tomatoes disappear. And neither kid will own up to it. When they both deny it, we roll our eyes (or swear and shout, depending on how angry and/or frustrated we are!) and say ‘Oh, it must be the elves again’. We have some serious food elves. Steve and I dream about the day when we can buy food and put it in the pantry, fridge or freezer, and it’ll still be there when we go back for it. Honestly, it’s practically a life goal now. I guess we’re just lucky they’re not interested in the alcohol yet. *Think*

Published material that isn’t proofread. Everyone makes mistakes, I get that, and typos in things like blog posts or drafts or whatever don’t bother me, but if you’re publishing a book, a newspaper article, that kind of thing, fucking PROOFREAD IT!! *Rant* If you can’t spot errors in written material (I know my husband and mother-in-law can’t), then use the services of someone like me who can.

*HeartT* Three things I’d do if I weren’t so afraid.

Erm… Skydive? Bungy jump? Sing karaoke in public (everyone should be afraid I’ll do that! *Laugh*). Oh, definitely get a tattoo. It’s not a fear of needles, it’s a fear of regret, that I’ll be stuck with something forever that I’ll wish I wasn’t stuck with. *Rolleyes*

Quit my job. But I have a very real fear that I won’t find another one before we run out of money. *Laugh*

Oh, I’ve got it. Be honest with people when they hurt or anger me. Inconsiderate people. Intolerant people. I wish I could talk to them the way I rant about them in my private blog posts. But I never will.

*HeartY* Three favorite TV shows.

Hmm, I’m not really a TV watcher. I did enjoy Game of Thrones, however cliche that answer is. I know it’ll be on a lot of people’s lists, but that’s because it’s a good show! I only started watching it last year, so we watched the entire backlist of series one after the other, and now we’re stuck waiting for the next season, whatever number it is. I liked Downton Abbey too, which was addictive while you were watching it, but hard to get back into once you walked away.

The Big Bang Theory. I really must finish watching it. Not sure where I got up to, to be honest. Great show though, and lots of laughs.

And let’s go with a classic from when I was a kid. Fawlty Towers. I adored John Cleese as Basil Fawlty. So many great lines. Brilliant show.