kids

you know, I love my kids I really do.  But does anyone else just want to throw your hands up in the air and admit defeat?

contemplation...

brother and sister, comfort, love.

the freedom of childhood, no inhibitions, just enjoy the moment with no threat of social laws!

the promise of a clean slate, a brand new day, after the fog has cleared... to unveil your life

I love the peace this picture offered me upon waking on the swinging bridge in Michigan...

I love the colours of time in tin....

FRIDAY!!!

Oh Friday how I love thee today!  I woke up and thought, oh bless, its Friday! 

So, Ive been up since 4am, baked some cheese scones and chocolate patty cakes for the kids lunches - I know, it should be Monday, but its great owning a freezer!

And now am sitting with a dye in my hair waiting for it to work its magic, before having to get into my uniform for work! Oh, and a load of washing done. 

Supermum I know, but it doesnt always happen like this.

Tomorrow there are no committments, even better.  So we may go over to Scarborough and scan the beaches for some sea glass.  A favourite passtime for the kids.  After which Im planning on making a mosaic with the treasures!  So will defo take some pics of that little dream.

Sometimes I hate being a woman with our mood swings and monthly pressures!  But sometimes it happens to all fall into place...

So happy weekend bff's! 

peace out x

Cows

You know, I grew up on a farm, and when I was a wee girl, Id go down to the yards with dad to milk the cows.  The cows would walk on up to the stalls and put their heads through - they can be trained you know!!
But the most interesting or fascinating part to me was how they peed.  It was like half a lake would come out, I couldnt believe how much wee!  And the sound was like a tap turned on to max.
When we went to church and I had to go to the loo between Sabbath school and church, I used to think wow, that lady sounds like a cow.
Now when I take my girls for a wee, I cant help thinking back to those days, and Ive realised now, that I too, am a cow.

I love I hate

I love peanut butter, sliced granny smith apples, sultanas and sliced banana on a sandwich.

I hate the smell of bacon because it makes me want to eat it

I love laksa soup with tofu, brocoli and corn on the cobb swishing around in it, with peices of snow peas, and sticky rice. I love my sister in law who taught me how to make it!

I hate having to cook dinner sometimes

I love my kids belly laughs, their hugs, and special routine of different kisses when saying goodnight...

I hate hearing them winge and complain about my cooking.

I love going home to the farm, drinking in the peace and quietness of vast acres of land and air ready for me to walk on and photograph its sunsets.

I hate leaving.

I love being able to pay the bills

I hate drowning in financial dispair.

I love how it strengthens my faith.

I hate how I sometimes blame or question God over how poor we are.

I love getting through those awful thoughts, and praising God over how much we actually have!

I hate saying goodbye to my mum.

I love black forrest cake, home made with cherries and flake for the chocolate sprinkles.

I hate feeling like I have no-one.

I love seeing a friend and feeling like no time has passed since the last time I saw them.

I hate feeling lonely.

I love losing a few kilos

I hate putting them back on!!

I love our youth at church

I hate how I think they think Im some weird old chick who looks at them.

I love hearing Matt play the piano.

I hate having to nag him to practice.

I love how Pearl is so gentle.

I hate thinking about the battles she'll have growing up...

I love how Eden has unconditional love

I hate that she will have her heart broken one day...

I love hearing Marsh talk

I hate that sometimes he talks and I dont understand.

I love my hands.

I hate people smoking at the entrance of shopping centres

I love getting something done

I hate that that doesnt happen very often!

I love the custard tarts that the bakery sells 2 doors up from my work...

I hate how tempting food is for me, even when Im full.

I love a cup of tea in the morning!

I hate seeing the bottom of the cup sometimes...

I love my cat molly

I hate her stinky poo.

I love our chooks and their eggs!

I hate not having the space to put them in!

I love giving something to someone that they really truly appreciate and love.

I hate how I actually want what Ive given to that somebody for myself!

I love having a church to go to

I hate how Im so self righteous sometimes.

I love gerberas and the heady smell of gardenias and jonquils

I hate that I cant grow jonquils here!

I love that my kids can go just over the road to the park to play

I hate having to tell them not to talk to any adults who are strangers, to accept anything from anyone, to not try to help any adults, to teach about sin.

I love my family & Marsh's family

I hate being so far away from them all.

I love knowing that Jesus is always, always there for me...
I love the thought of heaven...
I love thee
I love.

summer dreamin

I LOVE SUMMER!

The beach... crashing of waves, swirling of bubbles around my feet, childrens giggles, screams, fun and laughter, catching that wave, the look of excitement in their eyes looking to me, to make sure Ive seen.... the warm sun on my back... the sand cleaning my toe nails... red and yellow flags, blue everywhere... God knew when he made blue.

a kind old man with weathered hands

A man walked into the clinic today, he was well worn, and his gnarly hands handed over his blood request form. There were a few other patients waiting to be processed, and I would glance over to him on occasion as I do with all our patients making sure they are processed in turn.
I called this old gentleman to my room, and started the protocols of checking his DOB, his name, we both signed the labels that would eventually travel to the lab. I looked at his date of birth - it was the same year as my dads was - he would turn 94 next month.
After the paperwork was finalised, I asked him how he was going.

He leaned back, with a tired sigh.
His face filled with emotion - 'Im slowly dying' he said.
I replied 'oh dont say that'
He said 'I lost my wife in 2008, and I just dont seem to be able to do anything. We were married for 65 years.....its really lonely, and I dont get out much anymore'
I was very saddened by his pain. Here was a man, a real man sitting infront of me, having seen nearly a century of life, and he was just wanting to go. He was still very agile, the movement of a 70 year old really.

'Im so very sorry to hear that, I bet you've seen so much in your life.'
He said 'oh Ive seen snippets here and there, I went to World War II, fought up in New Guinea, and the likes.'
'We dont realise how lucky we are today, we dont realise what could have been' I replied.
'Well, if the enemy had gotten through, it would certainly be a different country to today. Instead of freedom, most of us would be dying as slaves' he said. 'most people today dont seem to realise that.'
I said to him 'do you have somewhere you can go for a hobby, or a church group to see every week?'
He said 'not really, there's a few religous people that make the rounds, but Im not much into that anymore... Im presbyterian you see, I get out to do a few errands at the shops, and come here for my tests, but thats about it really, I do a bit of reading at home.'
I wish I could have kept talking to him, and somehow befriended this kind old gentleman. But work had to keep going, and the wheels of life had to keep turning. But he stuck in my mind all day, I wish I could do more. Life gets in the way of caring for each other too much now.
I hope he goes in a quiet dignified way, that he deserves. Thanks old man, for defending our country, for standing up for right, for being a good person in our community. I hope to see you again...