tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36409258994675838632011-12-03T07:09:29.275+02:00Because the hope is live (& I'll kick and scream to keep it that way!)Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08599123483878765438noreply@blogger.comBlogger851100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640925899467583863.post-32603226126503355542011-12-03T07:09:00.001+02:002011-12-03T07:09:29.281+02:00

A quick one to say that I have a referral letter in my handbag. An actual referral letter. Yep, to a grotty local government hospital. Once we survive that, the next stop is the un-grotty government hospital. Step one in the chain of events that should lead to us finally getting our chance on board the IVF + ICSI cruise-liner. We can do this. We can. All systems go for 2012. At freakin' long

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I am feeling so antsy.  So fidgety.  So incredibly unsatisfied with my 'right now'.  I want time to speed up but slow down all at the same time (with a smidge of a rewind option as well, of course).  Surely that's not asking too much?  For time to change, adjust, warp, just for me? I'd like to rewind and re-choose a few of the choices I made along the path to my 'right now'.  Perhaps I'd

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Can you imagine having this as a desk?Do you reckon you'd get any work done? Would definitely be great entertainment for kiddies that have to sometimes sit and wait in our waiting room.  Schweet. Love it! This light bulb one is just cute. To own this one you'd have to be a show off of some sort :)

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Rain, drizzle, gootie, buckets, dribs, drabs, ker-sploshes.  If feels like the sun has forgotten how to operate and the clouds' off-button operators have gone AWOL. My laundry has not dried all week, my driveway has got that unmistakable slippery mossy feel underfoot, there are little muddy paw prints on the kitchen floor tiles, and I'm pretty sure our bath towels will be sprouting some sort of

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Anything lemon or litchi flavoured/scented The colours blue and yellow used together(on fabric, pictures, photographs anything!) Berry scented ballpoint pens (I last had one at age 13!) Mini containers (tins/foodware, all of them!) In other news - Yay, we're midway through the week!  Our weather's been typically all-seasons-in-one-day lately.  Monday morning woke us to chilly grey skies and

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Starting block of the day was to fax off our completed forms for one of the adoption agencies.  Expecting a call, possibly next year, I nearly dropped my cellphone when I heard a lady say "Hello, I'm calling from ****," and then the conversation swiftly moved on to booking our first meeting with them.  It's so funny how we (I) get all fast-heart-beaty and hyper-alert at EVERY step that is in the

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I've come and stared at this un-updated blog almost every day since I last posted. No, we didn't receive the "We've found a baby for you even though you're not officially registered to adopt" call, or even the "Yes, of course we'll reconnect your electricity because we are reasonable and see that it's not usage that has pushed up the bill, but a change in rate code" call. The call was about a

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Crazily, madly, unbelievably -- and at the point when I felt at the very, very end of myself! I received a call. I won a prize. An actual, real prize that I really did enter a competition for. It was in June - an sms competition. I won first prize! A random draw! Awed at winning. Awed at the timing Will write more next week!

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http://lovecupcakecouture.blogspot.com/2011/09/package-project-2011.html Go see!  Go see now!  And join in! :)

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A little summary which I decided to put down in "black & white" because it's actually so absurd, it won't sink into my befuddled mind as fact, as actuality, as a "this is your life for real" thwack over the ear. A couple of years ago we gave away our almost new 7kg top loader. We delivered it to a very grateful (and wonderful) organisation who homes children affected and infected by HIV.  Barely

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I worked in “housekeeping” at the French Horn Hotel in Berkshire, Reading, UK. - Beautiful little hotel, beautiful setting & surrounds. http://www.thefrenchhorn.co.uk/ Each morning we went to kitchen at 6am and made the room-service breakfasts that were ordered – freakishly heavy silver trays, teapots & cutlery we had to deliver FULL of breakfast & juice etc – scary! (Once I knocked the juice

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So... there we were having a cappuccino in the little local restaurant when I spotted the newly moved-in and expanded habby shop which I hadn't explored yet. DH was happily abandoned to have another cuppa while I walked over and pretty much ogled inch by inch, shelf by shelf. Fabric, ribbons, buttons, needles of every type, wool by the mile - fluffy, non-fluffy - gorgeous, memory wire (which

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I am so mad right now. We've been registered as 'crisis carers' for the last four years now. With our local child and family welfare. I limited our availability to "infants" as that is what we feel equipped for. I have written regular letters to the social worker so that we were kept in mind & so that she knew we were still available and still very keen to be used. Today I couldn't get a

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How sweet is that profile? Yes, he's still my on/off company at the office - full of mischief; sometimes loving and sometimes snappy and aloof. Waiting on what appears to be the first seriously interested house viewer. This may hinge on whether his pay rise goes ahead or not. Nervous. Excited. Trying not to be too excited. Oh, what the heck - excitement is a great feeling. And then

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Will I ever not be pleased that tomorrow is Friday? Will someone really buy our house in 2011 & will we really feel the first flutter of excitement at being absolutely debt free (and owing no-one nothin' but love) in 2011?? Will our one P&W team leader ever get our song list to us on time before our Thursday night practice sessions? Will I ever not feel guilty about leaving our previous

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It sure is. I'm glad this week is over even though it's ending on a nice note.Wednesday afternoon, we received an electricity bill stating our usual R500+ rates as over R3000! Freak out! After ages on the phone, DH decided to physically visit our dear local municipal offices - sigh. It turned out that our neighbour, in his great and eeevil genius, had organised for the municipality to rate

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And the deed is?Settling with/on the fact that I am now a Blackberry owner.Yup - I said I wouldn't do it. I said I get enough screen-time all day, every day, already. Sigh.But, after a week of waiting for a Nokia C3 (my first choice of handset upgrade) to arrive, then being told it was out of stock, so choosing another handset - a Nokia E5.... which then turned into a 3 week wait (during which

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Day 11 – How are you different from your parents? How are you the same? Do your parents and/or family know that you write on-line?I am very like my parents I think. Don't know if it's because I'm the "baby" of the family but I've always been so close to them both - particularly my Mom, of course. My Dad always had a wicked sense of humour, but was incredibly sensible at the same time, with an

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The noise is me having far too much fun with an audio track recording prog on the MacBook! The song is afrikaans, which I do not speak but understand a little of, so please accept my apologies for any weird & unwonderful pronounciations ("in die hemel is die heer"). Two of the photos are of our dog kid who we lost in 2009 - will always be my first 'baby' - we had him since our first wedding

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Day 8 – If you had to teach something, what would you teach? (If you DO teach, when did you discover your love for teaching/the subject?) Do you think blogs can play a role in education?I would love to study to teach Grade R - 3 kids. But, for now, that's a pipe dream. - As is teaching pottery (which I still have to learn!) I think blogs could definitely play a role in education. The Internet,

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Day 5 -What do you prefer to do on your birthday?Never been one to majorly celebrate birthdays. I'll always try to take the day off, if possible, and then spend it with DH :)Day 6 – When was the last time you tried something new? What was it and what was the result? Have you ever done something just so that you could blog about it?Not sure if it counts but, for the last couple of weeks, we've

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Couldn't help but steal/borrow this one:-(It's supposed to be a July summer camp but I'm late - not unusual - so will catch up with a couple of extra days to start with!)Day 1 – Provide a photo or sketch or dramatic rendering of the space where you normally blogHmm, not very hot with perspective drawings am I? :) This is kind of, sort of, my desk here at work. Can you imagine what the waiting

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LINK to a little write up about a movie about miscarriage, the stigma, the silence etc.

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Looks like another couple of days of photograph posting. Could be some exciting things happening in real life soon but, for now, photos will fill in the gaps of silence.Yes, this first one is a tad posed -- I couldn't resist resting the pencil in his paw. I think he looks like a tired out all-night-crammer before a day of exams.Superkitty to the rescyooooooooo !Hangover?Just hanging around.He's

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Well, a bigger dam and a boat would be more bliss, of course, but this little dam is about a half hour's drive down the coast from us.

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This is a book by Shelley du Plessis.I have read it over the last few evenings and I've loved it. It's a practical step-by-step guide through one woman's climb out of her childhood hurt/trauma & resulting stress/hurt/ineffectiveness as an adult and as a human being. I haven't completed the steps but I can see that, if I see our IF & childlessness as a "trauma", it could be and will be very

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Simple words that I've heard hundreds of times, but, said slightly differently, their meaning changes subtly & somehow means more."Nothing is impossible" rolls so easily off our tongues. Somehow, if not pushed and made to be bigger, "nothing is impossible" means... nothing.I have no idea why, and perhaps it was just for us, but a switch around to IMPOSSIBLE IS NOTHING means so very much more!

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Have this growing in the one end of a long built-up herb/flower bed outside the kitchen door. I've never really used it in any recipes but I love how it grows so madly!(If you click on the pic & then zoom in on the larger version you can see ants busily doing their thang in the flowers)

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Isn't my DH clever! :)He's the maker of the board; not the chiseled youngster in the pic ;oIt's based on a life-saver rescue craft so is very stable and excellent either for beginner/non-racing paddlers & also for fishing.Special launch price of R4500, so if you're in the Durban area and you're interested... contact me. True story.

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In the beginning there was enthusiasm, laughter and adrenaline :)At around the 5km mark, a hot pins & needles effect was happening under my feet - ignored and put to "oh, my feet are just soft" reasoning.At around the 7km mark (1 hr, 15 mins from the start) I wasn't sure that, if I did stop, I'd be able to carry on again... or maybe just stay sprawled on the grassy island in the middle of the

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Hate leaving the blog on a bummer of a note.What else to do but to look for and remember the good stuff. The sweet smelling stuff, the fresh n' dewy stuff. The stuff that makes your eyes somehow open when the next day starts. Yup.Probably slightly older than the one in the pic - a young female husky was my office company for a short while this morning. She escapes fairly often from her yard a

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Seems it's a week for blood-pressure pushers, too much time to worry & too little ability to actually do anything about it. (Except pray, keep quiet & try not to wring my hands right off the ends of my arms, of course.)Let's be honest, the last year (and more) just haven't really been going in a nice one-tracked and decent direction. The roller coaster quease-burger of hopefulness & hopelessness

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Hmm - going to go pocket by pocket for this one:-1. Outer front pocket - A set of office keys, 2 mints (from Spur from this weekend)2. Main zippered pocket - A pop-up hairbrush, sweet pomegranate hand cream, hand sanitiser spray, 2 throat lozenges (left over form my last cold), clear top coat which I forgot to put on yesterday, a mini tub of Uberbabe lip tint, pair of headphones, sealed hand

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1. Hitting the perfect harmony in a new song never fails to make me smile.2. I'm looking forward to our house being sold.3. The strange wgzzzz noise of my PC's fan is what I'm listening to right now.4. Potato salad must have a squirt of mustard mixed into the mayo.5. This flaky pastried jammy thing I'm eating as I type was the best thing I ate today. 6. Today was incredibly rainy and cold so far

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Time, that is.It's official -- I suck at regular blog posting! :o)Feeling in limbo once again -- not panicking about it, though; just kinda letting myself bob around and not yell for help just yet.Waiting on a call from the estate agent yet again. We had someone come around and look at the house on behalf of a neighbour's daughter. Yup, an elderly-ish neighbour couple (the wife has Alzheimer's

Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08599123483878765438noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640925899467583863.post-48642800955909570652011-04-08T09:52:00.007+02:002011-04-08T10:28:18.535+02:00

How can it be April? Seriously - how?It's been a strange morning so far. Friday mornings are usually great as I have the office to myself for a bit. (Yes, those alone moments when I can break into song just because I can!) Today I got a Facebook friend request first thing - an old childhood farming neighbour (and subsequent partying buddy in early working years). I was thrilled because I've

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Gosh - it's been a long time. No major updates to give:1. The house is still on the market. This weekend just gone we had our most 'interested' buyer so hold all thumbs. They offered way less than we're able to accept and we countered, so.... we hope they at least try to match it as we've dropped way lower than I thought DH ever would. Simply 'breaking even' isn't an option at this stage.2.

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It's been a while. It still amazes me how some days seem to take forever to end but, somehow, days/weeks/months seem to fly by.After much thought and discussion, DH & I have decided to put our house on the market. I know it could possibly take months (please not longer!) for a sale to actually go through but the thrill of imagining being bond-free, credit-card-debt free & financially free

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My goodness, I have NO WAY to express how badly I want 2010 to come to an end already.I'm going to mention the good first because, like me, I'm sure you must be totally tired of my whining and general sad depressiveness: For the last month or so, the pastor of our church has been doing a series of teaching on Surrender/Surrendering. Because of my headspace of late I have been trying to work out

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"During pregnancy, weight-bearing changes occurs. This can cause an added stress to the spine. Chiropractic care during pregnancy not only can help you to stay more comfortable, but can also help to facilitate your birth."http://chiroclinic.co.za/pregnancy_aches.htm

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I wish I could type that I've suddenly found an amazing 'calling' to do A, B, or C, to fill up my hours and days but, alas, that hasn't happened. Wouldn't that be wonderful if that's how it was?Day 1 - Googling courses to study (unsure of what to study but that's beside the point)Day 2 - Keeping busy with my transcription typingDay 3 - Working hard at not letting my emotions totally frazzleDay 4

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Things are changing. Things must change. This unquenched hope is basically sucking me dry. I'm tired of nothing else mattering. It's unfair to me and it's unfair to my DH. I'm not the true wife I want to be and I'm not the true friend I want to be. I'm supposed to be fully living this life because it's the only one there is - there are no retakes, no do overs, no deletes. I've wasted

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It's been one of those weeks. I've allowed the wishing and wondering and aching and helplessness just surface. It kinda has me swishing around half submerged, half drifting and half sinking. I guess the optimism and happy-facing needs to go on holiday sometimes and let all the other not-so-pretty stuff just hang out in the open and simmer and fizzle and get used up... till it's time to tuck it

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Firstly, I believe that we all have a right and a choice to our own opinions. That's how life works.What I wanted to put out there is this:People, including myself, are very often hurt/offended/put-off/put-out by other individuals. Whether they consciously choose to hurt us or not is... well, their choice I guess. How we choose to act or react to them is most definitely our choice and totally

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A couple of weekends ago some friends had a wedding to attend while their regular 'babysitter' (ouma) was down with a sore back. Well, they dropped off their sleeping bundle, who is about 8 months old & just crawling, at 2pm - plus nappy bag, walking ring and little list of feed/bath/bed-time routine.Wow, were we busy! He is incredibly smiley and cute and very, very mobile and unsteady with the

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Yes, off topic again. I've just got back from a lazy lunch hour at home -- was great because I managed to catch a proper sleep. Only 10 minutes or so but a sleep nonetheless.Just before my work driveway, a big black dog (Shar pei face but possibly a mixture) crossed the road slowly. I drive a scooter so slowed down a lot in case some evasive manoevering was required -- (with dogs roaming the

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Thankfully, no real-life moment has caused these feelings before and I hope one never does.I woke up absolutely fuming and growly and tearful after having a really emotional dream about my (recently engaged) 26 year old ster-in-law announcing that, "We've had an oops and I'm pregnant, that's why we brought our engagement forward."Well, my reaction was shocking to me because I was so incredibly

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Dare I say it!? -- I just gotta say it! DH is working his gorgeous butt off and sourcing new business and opportunities for ongoing orders etc. and... things are... coming together.Soooo we may just be getting going on all the ART action almost a whole year later than first expected, sooo I may just not have my Mom around on our "important" days, soooo life might've just swivelled things around

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I can't wait for this week to end. Am tired of the coughy, coldy, fluey blegh and just want to wake up feeling well already. And not require a huge box or roll of 2-ply forever on my person for my ever flowing nose. Sigh. Yup, it's been one of those pity-me weeks and it's TIME TO FINISH NOW!Bonus of the morning is I've just remembered I have a square of cake in my lunch box - yum. One of the

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- I'm sure, when your eyes are focused with purpose, you develop 'muscles' you never thought you'd have.- I'm sure, when your eyes are focused with purpose, you don't see the odd stare from the ignorant few in shopping centres, restaurants or on the beach.- I'm sure, when your eyes are focused with purpose, your God given "fight or flight" response can become totally focused too.- I'm sure, when

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Allow me to dream of releasing all the love I know we have. Heapfuls. Mountains of the stuff. HUGE!

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..unless some miracle happens.Dreaming is good for the soul, so.... The miracle process would go something like this:First of all, because he has no family that is known of and no name of his own, he would still be 'needing us' as his family when the next part happens. Somehow, he won't yet be placed with somebody else (or into someone else's heart).The next part is that orders that we've been

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Feeling that old empty feeling again.Not all day.But sometimes it gets over my head and down into my insides.Inside where I'm supposed to be full.Life.Fill me.

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My sister phoned with the awful news that my Dad had died. My beautiful, loving, playful, wise & so very missed Dad.I have so many wonderful memories of that man; the only man who woulda loved me no matter what - even if I'd had an extra nose or purple scaly skin -- that love that only a good Dad can give - that love that makes you know wihout a doubt that you are wanted, you are good, you are

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Share mini milk tarts and a giant coconut tart with me, with coffee in bed, and reminisce about my wedding-day heart burn and inability to merrily sip the champagne, our awkwardness in the "first dance" and wanting everyone to launch onto the dance floor after the first few bars of Mariah's 'When I saw you' to hide us. That was such a happy day. And this was too.

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Yup, we've ended up being one of those couples who have dogs "instead of" children. DH used to joke that whenever my broodiness level got too high he'd buy a puppy. (actually a lie as my BL is forever in the highest of heights and we've only had 2 dogs in our married life!) Here's our big girl, CD. The initials came from a personal acronym we came up with but I now tell people that it's short

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Here's a pic of the little bugger who decided to go a-wandering for a day and a half & then turned up at the door meowing for food and happy to see everyone. Sheesh, much heart ache and "missing" posters faxed to local vets and SPCA etc. I wasn't supposed to like him but he got rid of my cat allergy one sneeze at a time. (he's snoozing on the printer/scanner - probably after a usual morning of

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Phone to ask if I want to come home for a steak sarmie at lunch time.

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Agree to a last minute request to be my stand-in at work for Friday, even though you're unprepared, even though you could be at home with your little one (and even though I've had to tell my DB to "speak up" because you say 'pardon' a lot!) xx Youth camp here we come.

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Alrighty. Life is back to it's same old self. My boss has come back from his two week holiday, clients abound, kitty is trying to stick his WHOLE HEAD in my teacup, the little jack russel, Jack, who lives in the house across the road, is telling all in earshot that he is boss. Yup, back to normal round here at the office. Told DB (dear boss) he can't go away for that long again! Then changed

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Without me.... Again. Right this minute he's out on the sea catching bait (baby marlin he said on the phone) ready for deeper waters and hopefully some seriously BIG FISH.Bonus: I got to meet two of his ex-Zim pals of old. Yes, the ones from that other fishing trip. Good guys. One is staying at our place "until we boot him out" he says. The other is staying a bit in-land with friends of his

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Give me a recipe tear-out of daily dosages of cinnamon and honey "For Women Trying to Fall Pregnant". Er, uh-huh, let me apply some to DH's vas - perhaps they'll miraculously reattach. Sigh. Good intentions are sometimes just so..... sigh.

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Singing aloud is far better than woe-is-me-ing silently. I will sing more often, and more loud! :)

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I guess it's about once a year that I realize I'm permanently waiting for life to start, instead of actually living. This thought hit me hard last night because I half dreamt (or perhaps half day-dreamed) that I could feel my heart stopping and that I was going to die -- and the only thing I could think to say was a terribly sad and desperate, "but I didn't LIVE".Because I always, as far back as

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Well, not quite dancing - no. Yesterday I was looking forward to a Monday of having the office to myself, enjoying the quieter phone/s (seeing as most folk know of my boss's time away), being able to sing out loud (instead of under my breath) and generally having a chilled start to the week. Unfortunately my other boss, who is part-time only, decided to be here and around ALL day.BUT --- Today

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I'm wearing my 'football Friday' shirt for the first time today. Nope, I don't like watching soccer/football at all but totally love the way everyone seems to be jumping in on the celebratory enjoyment of the build up to 2010. My Dad used to absolutely love watching football matches on TV and I have great memories of his loudly shouted "Go Boooyyyyy"s and of one particular day when he leapt off

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With time tending to pass really slowly at work lately, I've discovered a new hour-milling hobby -- "back reading" blogs, namely pregnancy blogs and/or pregnancy journals. I am so enjoying reading stuff written by real people -- their joys, fears and emotions PLUS the physical quirks, pains, niggles they are going (or went) through.I especially like the explanations of how some became aware of

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I was dreading Mother's Day and, more specifically, the morning service on Mother's Day. As I mentioned, I was asked to prepare some funny/silly/sweet Mother's Day type snippets to project on the screen at the end of the service.Well, I think the actual downloading and prepping of said videos was the hardest part because I watched and listened to all of them alone and (stupidly!) let myself get

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Alan, my pastor, asked me to search out some nice/funny/sweet videos and snippets to project at Sunday's services for Mother's Day.Yes, I found some beauts, yes, they made me laugh... and then cry like a lost child.That's my excuse and I'm sticking to it.Tomorrow will be better. I don't want worse.

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So.... this week has started off really suckily and try as I might NOT to get down and sad and let the feelings get over my head, I can't help kinda feeling like a sinking lead weight right now.After feeling totally sure and absolutely "knowing" that April/May was our month and business was playing ball & keeping the accounts more-than-afloat & all was generally sunshine and lollypops.... well,

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Back from the LLL Seminar, KZN, and holding on to the lovely holidayed and joy-filled feeling with both hands! I am so glad I just said yes and went along this year. They had great speakers & lovely dance ministry groups too. We did a simple dance to Julius Magan's "Red is the Colour" song. I haven't danced in front of that many people before - it was quite an experience and I wasn't sure if

Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08599123483878765438noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640925899467583863.post-26920495968296076382010-04-09T11:18:00.003+02:002010-04-09T11:31:34.122+02:00

Actually it's not hayfever, it's darn cat allergies brought on by helping my boss's domestic get the very-quickly-growing kitty out of the open driveway and back to the safer car-less confines of the house (which is attached to the office). Amazed at how I am still allergic to cats... which probably sounds silly, but I haven't been around any for the last 8-or-so years and had forgotten, or

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Okay, so… perhaps I’ve been a tad tired-and-emotional the last two weeks. Fortunately the long weekend seems to have done the trick – woo hoo. I hadn’t realized how UN-weekendish normal weekends seem to be and have decided that only a 4-day weekend will do!  Sigh, imagine every weekend was long…. Heaven!Another reason I am feeling full of sunshine again at last is because I only have three

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I've been reading with great excitement all the latest BFP (big fat positive) results on the Fertilicare forum. Posts of great beta results, posts of exciting first-movement feelings & first scan/heart-beat listenings too. It's so amazing to be reading such positive and happy posts after last month seemed to be full of let downs and disappointments with BFNs (big fat negatives).On the down side

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Got some more facts! Well, not a lot but every little bit helps to make my mind more settled, so… the plan is I’ll be put on 75 Gonal-F and 50 Clomid on alternating days.Yep, that’s it, I just got the drug dosages :) Nope, no script yet – still waiting for these 22 days to pass till NEXT AF when everything begins on CD4! Sigh.

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Well waddaya know - a perfect 28 day cycle after stressing about 3 months of loopy lengthed ones. So, off to the pharmacy to buy my first ever box of pills (Nordette - apparently a mild one) and I'm now on day 4 & pill 4, taken backwards of course, from red ones to yellow ones.Seeing those 4 little empty plastic red-pill cuppies and all the still-full other cuppies on the foil sheet made me

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Well, it's my first ever month of watching and waiting and willing AF to arrive perfectly on time!! I have a script for Nordette in my bag and am awaiting CD1 to do my "regulating month" on the Pill.Why'm I so keen AF arrives on time and not late? Well, I have said said YES to a 3-day ladies conference up in the 'berg and, after chickening out of it for the last two years, I reeeallly don't

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Just had four days home alone as DH has just had time away for the first time in for EVER! Amazing -- he took over a year to finally sign up on FaceBook (under duress) and ended up finding some old school mates who he last saw in Bulawayo at the age of about 12 or 13. It's been so cool to see them all get so into the experience and enjoy getting together freely and totally! Anyhow, they '

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This is my third attempt to get a blog going. My first two expired after I left them to the spiders (or whatever other creatures must clean'n'wrap-up stagnant pages on the web). This one's for me. Sometimes there are things that just need to be written down so I can either, a) see things in black & white and maybe from a different perspective, or b) just feel like I'm getting stuff out of my

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