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Living in the Land Down Under - Australia (know the song?), just turned 45,looking forward to life!</b>Salhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16373122326037656845noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391507010904939566.post-2213251799623353182008-08-19T05:33:00.012+09:302008-08-19T06:09:46.254+09:30Year 12 - and "Growing up too Fast"<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Year 12 - and on our way to University - and where did the time go? </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">I sit and watch her as she spends so much time with her head in the books studying..... and I am amazed at the woman she is becoming!!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">She has developed into a beautiful, willowy young woman, who has her dreams and her goals, and to my sheer amazement and wonder, even with all the bumps along the road, she is still aiming high!!! I am constantly blown away by who she is becoming, with her strong personality, and her stalwart convictions of right and wrong!!! She is firming up who she is in the world, and her place in the world, whilst I sit by and wonder - <strong><em>WHERE DID THE TIME GO?!</em></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">Where did the little girl go, who once sat on her bean bag, with a chocolate covered face, and a grin from ear to ear, whilst she enjoyed her paddle pop ice-cream?! Where did the little girl go, who enjoyed playing with her duplo and lego often spending hours building with them!! Where did the little girl go who shouted "more Mummy, higher Mummy" whilst she played on her swings in the backyard, or at the park? Where did the little girl go who raided her Mum's handbag one night whilst I was on the phone, to put lipstick on "just like Mummy" - to only have lipstick from one side of her face to the other????</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">I remember the little girl who sat on the floor - licking the bowl from the makings of a chocolate cake, at the same time covering herself in it - the cake being to share at our local calisthenics club, for her birthday. Days were measured by competitions as a team for calisthenics, and practise for her own solo work to go on stage and dance her heart out, they were also measured by the weekends we spent on the road as we went from one calisthenics event to another. Nights were spent just catching my breath, whilst I sequined her latest costume - sometimes spending weeks on just one - and also trying to cook dinner, clean the house, get work done that I had brought home with me, just so I could stay caught up!!!! Time flew by too fast as I was often amazed at her ability to just keep going and yet still be striving so high at school. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">Time slips by so fast and robs us of the moments of our children growing up, and before we know it they are miniature adults, and it has all happened way too fast!!! I stand at the door and watch the young woman she has become, as she drives her car out the driveway to head off to school, and everyday that I do never gets easier!!!! You try not to worry cause you know she is a good driver, a sensible driver - one that will not even start the car untill you have your seat belt fastened - but you also know there are other crazy drivers out there, and you pray she will not encounter them!!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">I remember the day I tied the keys of her car, with a large purple ribbon, to her car, and the beam on her face shows pleasure and excitement, and all the stress that you felt when you were looking for "just the right one" just goes!!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">So world, do you think we can slow down just a little - let me catch up on the time I have missed, so that I can enjoy the little girl I have raised, for just a bit longer? Let not the years of uni come fast, let not the final exams be here tomorrow, and let not the "final formal" arrive too soon?? Let me just enjoy the little girl I raised, for just a bit longer, before I have to acknowledge that she is a young woman, she is going to leave me soon and make her own way in the world!!!! Let me PLEASE catch up!!! It is making me feel old too!! </span><br /><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">Her dreams, her aiming so high, her desire to reach perfection at her work, keep her driven. And I am so proud of who she is becoming. She is growing into a wonderful, strong young woman - but seriously - can we just SLOW DOWN for but a moment - before she has gone into her life, and I am no longer able to share who she is, because she has been gobbled up by the world!!! PLEASE!</p></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript">
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At what point in life do we form these strong emotions and do we ever really know what they mean?</span></p><p style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(51,0,0)"><span style="color:#ff0000;">When do we begin to know in our life, what brings about these feelings and how do we finally recognise what love is? We think that well of emotion, that "swallow" that goes on forever, bringing tears to our eyes when thinking about some one person who is in our lives is "the feeling". </span></p><p style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(51,0,0)"><span style="color:#ff0000;">How can we know that this is love, not just an infatuation, a temporary fleeting feeling, that will change as things in a relationship (whatever sort) changes?</span></p><p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" ><span style="color:#ffffcc;"><em><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Wikipedia defines loves as</span>:</span></em> </span></p><p style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"><em>Love is any of a number of </em></span><a title="Emotion" href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vZW4ud2lraXBlZGlhLm9yZy93aWtpL0Vtb3Rpb24="><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"><em>emotions</em></span></a><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"><em> and experiences related to a sense of strong </em></span><a title="Affection" href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vZW4ud2lraXBlZGlhLm9yZy93aWtpL0FmZmVjdGlvbg=="><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"><em>affection</em></span></a><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"><em>.<sup id="cite_ref-oxford_0-0" class="reference"><a title="" href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vZW4ud2lraXBlZGlhLm9yZy93aWtpL0xvdmVjaXRlX25vdGUtb3hmb3JkLTA=">[1]</a></sup> The word </em><a class="external text" title="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/love" href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vZW4ud2lrdGlvbmFyeS5vcmcvd2lraS9sb3Zl" rel="nofollow"><em>love</em></a><em> can refer to a variety of different feelings, states, and attitudes, ranging from generic </em></span><a title="Pleasure" href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vZW4ud2lraXBlZGlhLm9yZy93aWtpL1BsZWFzdXJl"><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"><em>pleasure</em></span></a><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"><em> ("I loved that meal") to intense </em></span><a title="Interpersonal attraction" href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vZW4ud2lraXBlZGlhLm9yZy93aWtpL0ludGVycGVyc29uYWxfYXR0cmFjdGlvbg=="><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"><em>interpersonal attraction</em></span></a><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"><em> ("I love my wife"). This diversity of meanings, combined with the complexity of the feelings involved, makes love unusually difficult to consistently define, even compared to other emotional states.</em></span></span></p><p style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"><em>Addressed as an abstract concept, love usually refers to a deep, </em></span><a title="Ineffability" href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vZW4ud2lraXBlZGlhLm9yZy93aWtpL0luZWZmYWJpbGl0eQ=="><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"><em>ineffable</em></span></a><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"><em> feeling of tenderly caring for another person. Even this limited conception of love, however, encompasses a wealth of different feelings."</em></span></span></p><p style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:lucida grande;" ><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong><em>and yet the dictionary defines hate as:</em></strong></span></p><p style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)"><strong><span class="hw">hate</span>..></strong> <span class="pron" over="return m_over('Click for pronunciation key')" out="m_out()">(h<img align="absBottom" src="http://img.tfd.com/hm/GIF/amacr.gif" />t)</span> </p><div style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)" class="pseg"><span style="font-family:Courier New;"><span style="font-family:Courier New,Courier,mono;">v. <b>hat·ed</b>, <b>hat·ing</b>, <b>hates</b> </span></span></div><div style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)" class="pseg"><span style="font-family:Courier New;"><span style="font-family:Courier New,Courier,mono;">v.tr. </span></span><div class="ds-list"><span style="font-family:Courier New;"><b><span style="font-family:Courier New,Courier,mono;">1. </span></b></span><div class="sds-list"><span style="font-family:Courier New;"><span style="font-family:Courier New,Courier,mono;"><b>a. </b>To feel hostility or animosity toward.</span></span></div><div class="sds-list"><span style="font-family:Courier New;"><span style="font-family:Courier New,Courier,mono;"><b>b. </b>To detest.</span></span></div></div><div class="ds-list"><span style="font-family:Courier New;"><span style="font-family:Courier New,Courier,mono;"><b>2. </b>To feel dislike or distaste for: <span class="illustration"><em>hates washing dishes.</em></span></span></span></div></div><div style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)" class="pseg"><span style="font-family:Courier New;"><span style="font-family:Courier New,Courier,mono;"><em>v.intr.</em> </span></span><div class="ds-single"><span style="font-family:Courier New;"><span style="font-family:Courier New,Courier,mono;">To feel hatred.</span></span></div></div><div class="pseg"><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"><span style="font-family:Courier New,Courier,mono;">n. </span></span><div style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)" class="ds-list"><span style="font-family:Courier New;"><span style="font-family:Courier New,Courier,mono;"><b>1. </b>Intense animosity or dislike; hatred.</span></span></div><div style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)" class="ds-list"><span style="font-family:Courier New;"><span style="font-family:Courier New,Courier,mono;"><b>2. </b>An object of detestation or hatred</span></span></div><div style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)" class="ds-list"><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span></div><div style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)" class="ds-list"><span style="font-family:Courier New;"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Courier New,Courier,mono;">A NOUN of hate is LOVE<br /><br /></span></em></strong></span></div><div style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,0)" class="ds-list"><span style="font-family:Courier New;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(51,0,0)" class="ds-list"><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">S<span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(51,51,153)">o the parallel between the two emotions is so close yet evoke so many different feelings!!!!</span></span></em></strong></div></div><p style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(51,0,0)"><span style="color:#ff0000;">I know that there have been times in my life that I have thought "this is it" this is "the feeling", the thing that finally says I have come to a cross roads in my life where I am ready to change the habits and the "me" space. After 10+yrs alone it is hard to let go of the "me" space and finally let someone else share that space. We let our guard down little by little believing this person may not hurt us, may be aware of what they are doing in playing with our heart in their hands. We watch them whilst they juggle our heart from hand to hand, throwing it in the air, and throwing out words that suggest there just may be something here for us to finally let them do it!!! Let them juggle our hearts, let them bruise it, hurt it, and yet allow them to continue in "our me" space.</span></p><p style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(51,0,0)"><span style="color:#ff0000;">You think quietly to yourself that if this one hurts me too much I will leave, I won't let them get under my skin, I won't let them see me cry, I won't let down my guard and finally realise that my years of cold emotion have melted and I have begun to feel. </span></p><p style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(51,0,0)"><span style="color:#ff0000;">That like the evolving caterpillar becoming the bright and colorful butterfly they are opening up a part of us that we thought was long gone!!!! </span></p><p style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(51,0,0)"><span style="color:#ff0000;">We yell "hang on - I said I wasn't going to let this happen again!!!" </span></p><p style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(51,0,0)"><span style="color:#ff0000;">So how do we really know the difference between love and hate after all they really are the same extreme emotion!!!</span></p><p style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(51,0,0)"><span style="color:#ff0000;">How do we know that the person we handed our heart to in the hope that in their juggling allowing them to melt the barriers, letting us perhaps feel that it might one day be alright to say "that word", that they will not turn around and throw our heart aside bringing us again to the other emotion the strong distinct feeling of hate - which closes us up and locks us away from the world to avoid anymore?</span></p><p style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(51,0,0)"><span style="color:#ff0000;">What do you think, what is your take on love and/or hate? 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I am so excited, and at the same time incredibly busy!</div><div></div><div>My daughter and I moved into a new place just a little over 2 months ago, it is a small 3 bedroom homette within walking distance from the coastline. At night I can watch the sun go down from my kitchen window. </div><div></div><div>When I first saw the place I just knew that this was a place that I could be happy in. It isn't huge but it meets all the things I need in a home. Our last place was only 2 bedrooms, with a bathroom that would be mistaken for thinking that it was only an ensuite bathroom, with just a shower and the loo. This gorgeous little place has a separate bathroom with a gorgeous bath, AND a shower, as well as that we now have a separate toilet!!! Who would think that someone could get excited over a separate toilet!!! BUT you see my daughter has a boyfriend now, and it was getting hard if I was in the shower and he wanted to go to the loo, or vice versa.</div><div>So I am going to try and post some photos on my blog of the before and after of my kitchen!! It is going to be a work in progress for awhile, which along with that I am still unpacking- I am being very ruthless - Garage sale is planned for next week or two - boy don't we hoardI I could change my name to <i>Bower bird</i> - you wouldn't be wrong!!</div><div></div><div>Well better go back to my work, hopefully I will figure out how to include the pictures and you will get to see the advancement of my little place. </div><div></div><div>Along with all of this I am trying to do my taxes - don't you just love doing that stuff!!! And tonight we put our clocks forward an hour - lose an hour's sleep all in the name of daylight saving - so don't forget people.</div><div></div><div>Bye for now</div><div>Sal</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript">
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So my research leads me to this fun website, well at least I thought it was purely going to provide me with some information to help - after all summer is coming and I so want to be respectable for it!! </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Well, read below and then see how you feel about home waxing: it certainly had me rolling on the floor and conjured some big pictures!!! THIS IS NOT MY WORK - This is posted on the following website, <a href="http://smartpoppy.com/">http://smartpoppy.com/</a> </span><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><br /><strong>A Tragedy of Wax</strong><br /><br />My night began as any other normal weeknight. Come home, fix dinner, play with the kids. I then had the thought that would ring painfully in my mind for the next few hours: "Maybe I should pull the waxing kit out of the medicine cabinet."<br /><br />So I headed to the site of my demise: the bathroom. It was one of those "cold wax" kits. No melting a clump of hot wax, you just rub the strips together in your hand, they get warm and you peel them apart and press them to your leg (or wherever else) and you pull the hair right off. No muss, no fuss. How hard can it be? I mean, I'm not a genius, but I am mechanically inclined enough to figure this out. (YA THINK!!)<br /><br />So I pull one of the thin strips out. Its two strips facing each other stuck together. Instead of rubbing them t together, my genius kicks in so I get out the hair dryer and heat it to 1000 degrees. ("Cold wax," yeah...right)!<br /><br />I lay the strip across my thigh. Hold the skin around it tight and pull. It works! OK, so it wasn't the best feeling, but it wasn't too bad. I can do this! Hair removal no longer eludes me! I am She-rah, fighter of all wayward body hair and maker of smooth skin extraordinaire.<br /><br />With my next wax strip I move north. After checking on the kids, I sneak back into the bathroom, for the ultimate hair fighting championship. I drop my panties and place one foot on the toilet.<br /><br />Using the same procedure, I apply the wax strip across the right side of my bikini line, covering the right half of my vagina and stretching down to the inside of my butt cheek (Yes, it was a long strip)<br /><br />I inhale deeply and brace myself....RRRRIIIPPP!!!!<br /><br />I'm blind!!! Blinded from pain!!!!....OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!! Vision returning , I notice that I've only managed to pull off half the strip.<br /><br /><br />CRAP!!! Another deep breath and RRIIPP!! Everything is swirly and spotted. I think I may pass out...must stay conscious...Do I hear crashing drums??? Breathe, breathe...OK, back to normal.<br /><br />I want to see my trophy -- a wax covered strip, the one that has caused me so much pain, with my hairy pelt sticking to it. I want to revel in the glory that is my triumph over body hair. I hold up the strip!<br /><br />There's no hair on it. Where is the hair??? WHERE IS THE WAX???<br />Slowly I ease my head down, foot still perched on the toilet. I see the hair. The hair that should be on the strip. I touch. I am touching wax.CRAP!<br />I run my fingers over the most sensitive part of my body, which is now covered in cold wax and matted hair. Then I make the next BIG mistake...remember my foot is still propped up on the toilet? I know I need to do some thing. So I put my foot down.DAMN!!!!!!!!<br /><br />I hear the slamming of a cell door. Vagina? Sealed shut!.... Butt?? ...Sealed shut!I penguin walk around the bathroom trying to figure out what to do and think to myself "Please don't let me get the urge to poop. My head may pop off!" What can I do to melt the wax? Hot water!! Hot water melts wax!! I'll run the hottest water I can stand into the bathtub, get in, immerse the wax-covered bits and the wax should melt and I can gently wipe it off, right??? *WRONG!!!!!!!*<br /><br />I get in the tub -- the water is slightly hotter than that used to torture prisoners of war or sterilize surgical equipment - I sit.Now, the only thing worse than having your nether regions glued together, is having them glued together and then glued to the bottom of the tub...in scalding hot water. Which, by the way, doesn't melt cold wax.<br /><br />So, now I'm stuck to the bottom of the tub as though I had cement-epoxied myself to the porcelain!! God bless the man who had convinced me a few months ago to have a phone put in the bathroom!!!!! I call my friend, thinking surely she has waxed before and has somesecret of how to get me undone.<br />It's a very good conversation starter - - - -<br /><br />"So, my butt and who-ha are glued together to the bottom of the tub!"There is a slight pause. She doesn't know any secret tricks for removal but she does try to hide her laughter from me. She wants to know exactly where the wax is located, "<br /><br />Are we talking cheeks or hole or who-ha?"She's laughing out loud by now...I can hear her. I give her the rundown and she suggests I call the number on the side of the box. YEAH!!!!! Right!! I should be the joke of someone else's night.<br /><br />While we go through various solutions. I resort to scraping the wax off with a razor. Nothing feels better then to have your girlie goodies covered in hot wax, glued shut, stuck to the tub in super hot water and then dry-shaving the sticky wax off!!<br /><br />By now the brain is not working, dignity has taken a major hike and I'm pretty sure I'm going to need Post-Traumatic Stress counseling for this event.<br />My friend is still talking with me when I finally see my saving grace....the lotion they give you to remove the excess wax.What do I really have to lose at this point? I rub some on and OH MY GOD!!!!!!!<br /><br />The scream probably woke the kids and scared the dickens out of my friend. It's sooo painful, but I really don't care."IT WORKS!! It works!!"<br /><br />I get a hearty congratulation from my friend and she hangs up. I successfully remove the remainder of the wax and then notice to my grief and despair....THE HAIR IS STILL THERE.......ALL OF IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!.<br /><br />So I recklessly shave it off. Heck, I'm numb by now. No thing hurts. I could have amputated my own leg at this point.<br />Next week I'm going to try hair color......Anonymous: Forwarded by email<br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">Advice and information presented on this website is of a general nature only and is not intended to constitute or replace professional advice for individual or specific conditions. While we make every effort to ensure that the information is correct, we take no responsibility for any loss or damage arising from its use. 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