Give a little bit.................

Hi De Hi Everyone!

Life is.......... messy.

Last Saturday, VB's Mighty Rams won their major semi-final at football. So we have this weekend off! Which means that (theoretically) we will be in Newcastle for the weekend of Arty Farty's opening and Father's Day. Good.

Monday, Beloved went to Sydney with his family to farewell an ancient uncle. I was busy at work....

Tuesday, Beloved and I had our tax done. There will be money for the trip to South Oz in October for the Aussie Championships if we are careful. But not enough left to spend on the house. So, no water in the kitchen for me yet. Go figure who's the stupid one here.

And most exciting;- money for GG and I to attend the final show of "Priscilla, Queen of the Desert"........ on Father's Day....... it's my Mother's Day present....


Wednesday.... no idea, but it's gone past in a hurry.... work is busy....


Thursday, Beloved and I went to the Breastscreen unit as I had a re-call from my trip to the boob-bus here in Denman. It's all good..... I officially have fat (but healthy) boobs that can fold, causing scanning issues......


And then we found out that the grand final for the football will be held in Muswellbrook. Which is good.... the kids don't have to travel and will have good home-town support. And it's VB's birthday....

And bad..... I had planned to travel to Newie on Friday night for the GRAND OPENING of Arty and Larry's fabbo art works, have a sleepover at Nanandpops, go to the footie on Saturday, then go to see Priscilla on Sunday while the boys amused themselves riding on Sunday. It will be Father's Day, after all.

But now........

I won't be able to get all arty at the party...... >_< And I'll have to drive to Newie by myself on Sunday.... and home again by myself in the wee small hours of Monday morning....... after GG and I train it to Sydney..... then get up for work on Monday.......


GG is home tonight. Because everyone but VB is travelling to Cowra for the NSW Mototrials Championships tomorrow. Home on Sunday night.... late...
So GG is working tomorrow with some friends in their coffee vans at a big horse day at Woodlands stud, then looking after VB for us on Sunday. He has a football BBQ and team day in the morning, then off to a friend's birthday sleepover. Hopefully GG will pick him up at the appointed time on Sunday. I hate asking other people to run my kids around, but there is no other option this time. And I haven't even been able to contact the birthday boy's parents to organise things with them..... I don't know what "the appointed time" is........

I guess it will all work out........

I must look and sound fed up. I am. Beloved asked me tonight if I would prefer to stay at home. I would. But that would mean that he would have to drive home without any rest on Sunday. And his stupid-arse managers have organised a 4.30 start for him on Monday morning.......

I'm over it all.......



I was handed one of life's rosy apples on Thursday, and I should be thankful, happy and content. But I'm not. At the moment. I am thankful. Absolutely. But I will get over it. Hormones suck..... The days around the end of my period can be very blue......

COME ON MENOPAUSE, I SAY!!!!!!!


And I'm going to see Priscilla next weekend. It's their last show ever.......

Did I mention that I'm going........???????


"O-oh.... I love the nightlife....... I've got to boogie....... On the Disco highway........"

Have a good weekend all.

Be Safe.

Be Happy.

Have Fun

XOXOXOOXOXXOOXOXOXOXXOXOOX