We have had the WORST internet connection problems ever!!!! Pete “fixed” what he could, as only a designer can, bless him, he knows a bit about pc’s, but nowhere near my BIL, so he tried his hardest and we had high hopes. So I went on and could post a comment on my sister’s blog, then I tried getting on here. Let’s just say that it was a very good thing my kids are watching tv. Everytime the internet kicks me off I F#$&*ING swear like a F#$&*ING trooper!!! I am absolutely exasperated!! I hate hate hate hate internet trouble. It should be easy, should’nt it? I mean, I know we have trouble every now and again, but all the bloody time is just too much!!! AAAAARRRGGGHHH!!!
Anyway, now that I have that behind me, (who needs therapy when you got a blog, he he he), I have my left hand in a brace type thingy. I wish I could say that I hurt it during karate, which I did sort of, but only because I sat on my hand a few months ago, I tried to get a sofa cushion out from under my butt, and I kinda lost my balance and landed with my butt squarely on my hand. What friggen pain!! So, brave girl that I am, I left it. I can get through any pain. Had a nephrectomy without any anti inflams like the other girls, only had sedation and epidural, so I’m cool, blah blah blah. Turns out, that I tore the ligaments in my hand, and every time I bump it, bang and the pain is back!! So, now I have to wear this thingy, very embarrasing, cos people always want to know what happened. So, my dilemma is this, do I confess and say I sat on my hand, and risk looking as dumb as it is, or, do I pretend I originally hurt it in karate and risk looking like a seriaasly violent chick? Mmmmm. Decisions decisions.
So much has happened since our internetless-ness, my sister resigned from her job and is now at home, where I still bug her all the time, it’s just so nice having her more to myself again, like our younger years, just in different suburbs, sorry Dolla!!! We have a standing arrangement on thursdays to go out and do all sorts of things, including drinking wine, which incidently we’ve both given up, that is untill thursdays roll by.
My in-law family has become seriously dysfunctional, causing so much pain for all of us. MIL’s trying to force a reconcilliation between us and sil, I hate calling her that, cos she really isn’t anything of me. She is a jealous bitch, who loves hearing that people battle with infertility, cos it makes her feel good about herself. She’s oh so superior, cos she battled for 10 WHOLE months to fall pregnant, and was successful, so what’s wrong with those who can’t do right? I try not to hate her. By the way, she turned out to be worst mother I’ve ever met.
Pete and I cannot stand the sight of her, we have’nt spoken to her since Feb. 2007. We have’nt even told our boys that she’s had another child, cos they were heart broken when my sister m/c last year, just before said child got born. So they’ll be shocked to hear we’ve kept it secret from our boys. Ag shame ne?
We have 3 weeks left of this curriculum then I need to start the new one, but my new catalogue hasn’t arrived yet, so now I’m panicking a bit. The boys are off course quite happy, as they can see homeschooling coming to a grinding halt for a while. That will be interesting, we might just have a looooong holiday soon.
And I do not have a maid anymore!!!! Wooooohoooo!! You might wonder about my reaction, you see, we’ve had maids our whole life, and when the boys were little I really really needed them, but we tend to loose the one after the other, it’s either a problem with grown sons living on our property illigally, or running away from debt, or treating my kids badly, or just terrible attitudes. So, I had a talk to my now previous maid, and she resigned, we did not have to fire her. What relief. So now it’s just the boys and I, we clean and wash and iron (only sometimes), and we are actually doing this ourselves, I am proud of all of us.
I have decided to take charge of my health, and switched to red wine only, and 2 glasses only, go back to my vegetarian diet, take a shitload of supplements, including disgusting green grasses, and still testing every 8 weeks. Hopefully I will have better results next time, we’ll see.
Cheers, till next time, (whenever we are cured of internetless-ness)
