Fab Weekend

My friend and I Lani went out for a wonderful evening to watch the All Blacks beat the Wallabies. We had an amazing time !! Lani had an RTD, what was it, Rum and Coke and I had a couple of Gin and Tonics, that was soooo yummy !!! I don't ususally drink G & T's but it was NICE !! We talked and laughed and reminised about our passed b'friends, shed a few tears, a few regrets and a few dreams and wishes. We screamed, yelled, cringed at the game.....it was awesome !! We're going to go out again next weekend to watch the AB's play the Spring Boks....I'm so looking forward to it....Its been a while and it was a good break, especially after my abscenteeism from the nite life....What a blast....



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OMG its FRIDAY....woohoo !!!

A few funny pictures to head u off to ur wonderful weekend....have a good one. I sure am....going to have an awesome weekend, one that I haven't had in a long time......wine, dine and dance...... YESSSssssss So what dya think of Bush and Dick......Beavis and Butthead....I have no comment....
Meet my staff not with that thing hanging from my face...........hehehehehehe :-)

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My sisters trip to the USA...

Welcome home sister...
Her first trip overseas and she ended up in a hospital bed in Chicago. Dang woman, can't keep her away from a hospital. She works in the Emergency Department as a Health Consultant....Thats her the one thats poking her tongue out, commonly known as a "pukana", used to scare the enemy, gosh can you imagine a bunch of Maori warriors doing the Pukana scarying the beegeezus outta of you, if you've watched the A'B's do the haka before they play rugby, a lot of them do a pukana, what they're really saying is, "I dare you to come challenge us, we're going to eat you alive".....hmmm don't go threre....
My sister is one in a million....she has a great personality and everyone just adores her...I have to come back here and finish this off........to be continued..... :-) Well I knew I had something to get back to.....Yes well her and her friends spent 5 weeks in Chicago, NYC, LA and over to Montreal in Canada. She said the Americans in Chicago, were the most wonderful caring people....I've been to Chicago and I can honestly say, that is one of my favorite places I would really like to go back and visit. NYC, well we are from a wee country and the population of NYC is the population of NZ but packed all into one place. Well it was far to extreme for those kiwi's. LA, totally enjoyed the tourisy side of the visit there, Disney Land, LAX, Hollywood etc and Montreal of all the places to go, meaning the language....but all in all they had the most amazing time.....Well sister, this is the first trip of many. My next holiday is to China with my flatmate...I so want to go there.... !!!




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Is this what I look for in a man?

Man are strange creatures; all over you like body spray one minute, ignoring you the next. If only they were always so clear in communicating their feelings. So - you really, really, like him. Oh okay, let's face it: Does he feel the same? Here are some signs that he does:
He opens up to you
Men find talking about their feelings notoriously difficult - sharing them with you is a big deal. 'Being able to open up and tell you about himself is a key quality to look for in a man. 'I don't mean blabbing about his work and all that stuff, but deeper issues; how he feels about his mum, what major things have happened in his life. All these details are clues to him.' If your man is inviting you under his skin, then there is genuine interest there. Putting his trust in you takes relationship to another level.
'When he takes you as you are, and is happy with the fact that you're not always going to be this gorgeous lip-glossed creature it shows a sign of emotional maturity and an emotional commitment,'
He supports you
A man who's there through thick and thin is without a doubt a man who really cares for you. If he's as ready to uncork the bubbly when you've had good news as he is to hug you when you're down, then the message is clear: he's serious about you. He has your happiness at heart.
So where is this man..........
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Taonga - Meanings

I wear a bone carving given to me by my best friend Jayne at my 30th b'day. It represents the mythical beings of the same name. Its called a Manaia. It is considered guardians against evil. As you wear it, the milky white colour disappears and the oils from your body soaks into the peice. It becomes a part of you taking in some of your spirituality or essence and thus truly becoming a part of you. If it is worn with respect or given and received with love, it takes on part of the spirit of those who have it. In this way it becomes a spiritual link between that who gave it to you and the one who wears it. I have given away a couple of Taonga (treasures from the heart) to friends that will always be apart of my life. One is the fish (na ika) The ocean has always been a dominant force for the Maori people who travel long distances. They have great respect for the creatures on this earth. The whale were treasured as gifts from the gods. With its great size and obvious intelligence played an impact part of the Maori people. It is a symbol of harmony and friendship. It also represents the guardian of those that travel afar.

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B'day Blues and Surprises

Well it was my b'day last week and the day my son and grandson left for the UK. Those that have kept up with this blog will know that, that day was not going to be a day I was looking forward to. But I got thru it and it turned out that it ended pretty nice. I didn't want to know I was turning another year older. I think we all tend to wish that it would disappear quickly.
Anyway the morning was lovely, the day was b'ful and the ocean view from my window put a calming affect over me. I knew what was in store for me and for a moment I forgot about the following events that was to happen later in the day.
I went down to the house to spend the last few hours with my grandson, cuddled and hugged him for a while. Thinking this could be the last time for a few years so treasured the time I had with him. A tear rolled down my cheek and onto his.....its a love that I can't explain.....My heart just so full of him...more tears !! His mum and my son, surprised me with a b'ful framed photo of him. "Happy B'day mum", more hugs and kisses...WOW !! As I saw my son leave with his son and partner, I smiled. Altho deeply, deeply sadened by it all, I still managed to smile !!
I went home and watched the plane fly out. I hugged the framed photo of my grandson and made a space on my bedroom wall for the picture. I opened the mail and the parcel I recieved at my doorstep. A couple of bills and a few b'day cards. The parcel was 2 bottles of pinot noir from an admirer. That was great !! But this was the biggest surprise of the day, it really made my b'day a wonderful ending to an emotional one. I left the house and jumped on the cable car. I could see at the bottom of the hill, a man standing with a surf board. I wondered why he was staring up at me. Reached the bottom and he asked if I was in flat 1, I replied in saying yes I was. He then pulled his other arm out behind his back, and gave me a half a dozen roses....OMG, I said, those for me, he said if your Nat, they certainly are...Well I said, aren't those gorgeous, I don't even know you and your showering me with roses....I said its my b'day, he handed me the roses and started singing happy b'day to me....I laughed, he said they were delivered to the wrong address, with that he ran over to the beach. Honestly the day ended superbly !! But that wasn't the end of that, my ex flatemate came over later in the evening, with her veletto and we had a few sips, no, glasses, no, no, the carton of red (that was suggested by a very close friend) to finish off a lovely day. The aroma of those roses fills my room with an amazing scent !! Thanx so much for the roses !!

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7 Rules when dating my daughter

Rule One: I am aware that it is considered fashionable for boys of your age to wear their trousers so loosely that they appear to be falling off your hips. Please don't take this as an insult, but you and all of your friends are idiots. Still, I want to be fair. You may come to the door with your underwear showing and your pants 10 sizes too big, and I will not object. However, to ensure that your pants do not, in fact, come off during the course of your date with my daughter I will take my electric nail gun and fasten your trousers securely in place at your waist.
Rule Two: I'm sure that you have been told that in today's world sex without a barrier can be deadly. Let me elaborate: When it comes to sex, I am the barrier and I will kill you.
Rule Three: I have no doubt the you are a popular fellow, with many opportunities to date other girls. This is fine with me as long as it is okay with my daughter. Otherwise, once you have gone out with my daughter, you will continue to date no one but her until she is through with you. If you make her cry, I will make you cry.
Rule Four: As you stand in my front hallway, waiting for my daughter to appear, and more than an hour goes by, do not fidget and complain. If you want to be on time for the movie, you should not be dating. My daughter is putting on her makeup -- a process that can take longer than painting the Golden Gate Bridge. Instead of just standing there why don't you do something useful, like change the oil in my car?
Rule Five: The following places are not approporiate for a date with my daughter: Places where there are sofas, beds or anything softer than a wooden stool or folding chair; places where there are no parents, policemen, or nuns within eyesight; places where there is darkness; places where the ambient temperature would induce my daughter to wear shorts, tank tops, midriff T-shirts or anything other than overalls, a sweater and a goose down parka, zipped up to her chin. Movies with a strong romantic or sexual theme are to be avoided; movies which feature chain saws are okay. Hockey games are okay. Old folks homes are better.
Rule 6: Do not lie to me. I may appear to be a potbellied, middle-aged, dimwitted has-been, but on issues relating to my daughter, I am the all-knowing, merciless God of your universe. If I ask you where you are going and with whom, you have one chance to tell me the truth. I have a shotgun, a shovel and five acres behind the house. Do not trifle with me.
Rule 7: Be careful, be very careful. It takes very little for me to mistake the sound of your car in the driveway for a chopper coming in over a rice paddy near Hanoi. When the flashbacks start, the voices in my head frequently tell me to clean my guns as I sit at home waiting for you to bring my daughter home. As soon as you pull into the driveway, you should exit your car, with both hands in plain sight. Speak the perimeter password, announce in a clear voice that you have brought my daughter home safetly and early, then return to your car. There is no need for you to come inside. The camoflauged face in the window is mine.


To err is human--and to blame it on a computer is even more so.