Wednesday, August 31, 2011

A dream


Every award winning song began with a note
Every Pulitzer Prize novel with a blank sheet
Every acclaimed artist started with a sub par sketch
Every great dancer once moved with two left feet

In reality every noteworthy accomplishment
Required essential elements in order to complete
Each example of excellence started with a dream
A dream and no respect for the concept of defeat

~*anon*~





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Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Gift of Inner Transformation


Restrain from criticizing or saying anything negative to anyone this week. In a challenging situation, dare to see the glass half full rather than half empty. Listen more than you speak. Give freely of yourself. Practice kindness at every opportunity you get.





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Monday, August 29, 2011

Oh Gail! Story Of A Fish Part 12


Join Heartpoet here at The Serendipity Cafe Monday's for the ongoing tale of Oh Gail! Story Of A Fish. Trust me you will never look at your fish bowl the same way again lol.

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Glow


Over coming days Gail and Silvestre became great friends. Silvestre - "that's pronounced Sil-vest-rayyyy" he had cheekily told her as he smiled his Antonio Banderas smile - would welcome her in the early dawn light with a cry across the water droplets of her spherical world. "Mornin' Hot Tomato! Welcome to another beautiful day with the sexiest snail on the planet!" Gail would chuckle every time he said this and her day would bloom from that moment. Silvestre's company there in the silver laced leaves of the water tree helped Gail relax as the moment of birth approached. She was now less than 24 hours in human time from the moment of brood release. Gail had considered the benefits of health insurance for this birth, read about multiple birthing benefits and the opportunity to upgrade her birthing station from her plastic coral rock to a purpose built maternity castle with a harp-playing mood-setting seahorse. However, the unexpected turn of events that had caused her pregnancy - well, namely Oscar, victim of white spot, victor in love - had left her no time and no options. Nonetheless, she could hardly contain her excitement. The glow of motherhood was beckoning. Oh Gail!

Which brings me to today's question - have you planned for the unexpected - perhaps welcomed a stranger's smile - today?

*~Heartpoet*~


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Saturday, August 27, 2011

Mystery


Mystery surrounds the sound of starfish in the sea
The haunting call of night wrapped owls are just as strange to me
But mystery can never steal the colours' brilliant hue
Nor mask the beating of this heart that only beats for you

And conundrums play with every day the dawn retreats to dusk
Butterflies that last a day then turn to grief's dry husk
Yet even in the fading blues that drift to furthest hills
The grafting of this heart to thine supplies the moment's thrills

Strangers lurk in shadow's shapes that roll and morph to black
Faceless in the pre-light hour they seek our lover's track
And while they seek we never need to wander from our path
Nor wonder how a glittered trail has led to our sweet hearth

For mystery surrounds the love we found upon our beach
Seagulls and the summer heat within our new found reach
And mystery can never solve the wonders from above
Nor shield us from our glory's smile - our never fading love

~*Heartpoet*~





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Friday, August 26, 2011

The Stud Rooster


A farmer went out one day and bought a brand new stud rooster for his chicken coop. The new rooster struts over to the old rooster and says,

‘OK old fart, Time for you to retire.’

The old rooster replies, ‘Come on, surely you cannot handle ALL of these chickens. Look what it has done to me. Can’t you just let me have the two old hens over in the corner?’

The young rooster says, ‘Beat it: You are washed up and I am taking over.’

The old rooster says, ‘I tell you what, young stud. I will race you around the farmhouse. Whoever wins gets the exclusive domain over the entire chicken coop.’

The young rooster laughs. ‘You know you don’t stand a chance, old man. So, just to be fair, I will give you a head start.’

The old rooster takes off running. About 15 seconds later the young rooster takes off running after him. They round the front porch of the farmhouse and the young rooster has closed the gap. He is only about 5 feet behind the old rooster and gaining fast! The farmer, meanwhile, is sitting in his usual spot on the front porch. When he sees the roosters running by, the Old Rooster is squawking and running as hard as he can.

The Farmer grabs his shotgun and

- BOOM -

He blows the young rooster to bits. The farmer sadly shakes his head and says, ‘Dammit…… Third gay rooster I bought this month.’

Moral of this story?

Don’t mess with the OLD FARTS -

Age, skill, wisdom, and a little treachery always overcome youth and arrogance!





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Feel a tad flat


Feelin a tad flat and worn out today, post viral fatigue menthinks combined with the worry about Heartpoet's pathology results for the skin cancer on his neck. He had the stitches out (17 was quite a big incision) and pathology results show they got it all however it went a tad too close to the extra perimeter they like to be clear so they will be keeping a VERY close eye on it as they may have to take more sigh :[

Ruddy cat just barfed a huge hair ball on my kitchen floor then did a cartoon like skid across the room in it grrrrr~!

Have a great day all!!





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Thursday, August 25, 2011

A rich tapestry


“We all should know that diversity makes for a rich tapestry, and we must understand that all the threads of the tapestry are equal in value no matter what their color.”
~*Maya Angelou quote*~

Sorting through my photo's stored on my pc I came across the above photo taken at Brenton's Year 12 Formal last year. Just a few of the well attired graduating young men (incl Brenton - far right, pink tie and buttonhole) quickly snapped as they were about to enter the graduation hall. Friendships that started in Primary School, many that continue to this day. I thought the above quote (a favorite of mine) by Maya Angelou went well with it~!





Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Happy 18th Birthday Brenton



As I type this Brenton is in a plane winging its way to New Zealand. Leaving on his 18th birthday for a 3 week snow boarding trip with one of his best mates Sam (a lovely young man). A most memorable day for Brenton for sure! Sam hails from NZ (but now lives in Aus) so they will be staying with Sam's extended family. So many thoughts and emotions are swirling around inside my head and heart today - given I had so many miscarriages how truly blessed I was to end up with the one healthy bub, the evening he was born and days thereafter, watching him grow up into the handsome young man of whom I have always been so proud. This is his second overseas trip. His first a year 11 school trip also to NZ. It would appear he has fallen in love with the place! His happiness was quite contagious this morning. Although we will miss him Heartpoet and I are thrilled that he is off on this excellent adventure. It can only enrich his soul and broaden his horizons and that has to be a good thing don't ya think?

*Piccies are both of Brenton and Emma (one of his best friends who is such a gorgeous girl). One taken at a recent fancy dress party they went to together. Can you tell that they are both fans of the Twilight/True blood books/movies/dvd's? lol! Also one how they usually look :]




Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Homemade Apple and Blackberry Pie


You will need...

1kg Granny Smith apples, peeled, cored, quartered, cut into 1.5cm-thick slices
200g frozen blackberries
75g (1/3 cup) raw sugar
1 tbs finely chopped glace ginger
2 tsp ground cinnamon
1 tbs plain flour
1 egg white, lightly whisked
1 tbs raw sugar, extra
Double cream and or ice cream to serve

Pastry

525g (31/2 cups) plain flour
215g (1 cup) caster sugar
250g chilled butter, chopped
1/4 tsp salt
2 eggs


You then need to...

To make the pastry, place the flour, sugar, butter and salt in the bowl of a food processor and process until the mixture resembles fine breadcrumbs. Add the eggs and process until the dough just starts to come together. Shape into a disc. Cover with plastic wrap. Place in the fridge for 1 hour to rest.

Roll out two-thirds of the pastry on a lightly floured surface and line pie dish with the pastry. Trim excess. Place in the fridge for 30 minutes to rest.

Preheat oven to 180°C. Combine the apple, blackberries, sugar, ginger, cinnamon and flour in a bowl. Brush the base and side of the pastry case with half the egg white. Spoon the apple mixture into the pastry case.

Roll out the remaining pastry on a lightly floured surface and place over the pie dish. Press the edges to seal. Trim excess pastry. Brush pie with remaining egg white. Top with extra sugar. Cut 3 slits in the top to allow steam to escape.

Bake for 35-40 minutes or until pastry is crisp and golden and the apple is tender when a skewer is inserted into the slits. Set aside for 10 minutes to cool. Cut into wedges. Serve with cream or ice cream or both lol ;]





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Facebook for Heartpoet also


Heartpoet has decided to sign up for facebook also...

If you would like to add him then please send him a friend request.


http://www.facebook.com/?ref=home#!/heartpoet55





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Monday, August 22, 2011

facebook


I have reactivated my facebook account if any bloggers would like to add me then please send me a friend request~!


http://facebook.com/KNB1966





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Sunday, August 21, 2011

It's raining, it's pouring


After the torrential rains and flooding stopped we have had such a dry spell. One extreme to another really. The garden is so dry. So nice to hear the rain once more tapping away on our colourbond tin roof. I still haven't fully shaken off this lurgy. The ten day course of antibiotics I am on ends tonight so will see how I am feeling in a day or two and if no better may have to head back to Drs. sigh! Heartpoet will get his pathology results back this week so fingers crossed for good news there.

Brenton has gone with his dad to watch V8 cars race today, an early birthday treat due to Brenton flying to New Zealand on his actual birthday. Tis not the best day weather wise for it unfortunately but I am sure they will have a great day regardless. Heartpoet is up at the Noosa Farmers Markets today on business. If you are ever up that way when the markets are on do call in and say hi. He always gives readers of our blogs a discount :]

Tonight for dinner I am thinking homemade vegetarian pizzas using our pizza stone. One with homemade passata, goats cheese, pine nuts, zucchini flowers and fresh basil the other with homemade passata, thinly sliced roast pumpkin, chopped walnuts, buffalo mozzarella cheese and fresh oregano.

The latest Underbelly series Underbelly Razor starts tonight on TV at 8.30pm. Set in Sydney, Australia between 1927 and 1936, according to producers the new crime drama depicts “A time when notorious vice queens, Tilly Devine and Kate Leigh battled for supremacy over a nefarious world built on illegal drugs, gambling, extortion and prostitution. When brothels and sly grog shops flourished and gangs of thugs slashed their opposition into silence until the streets ran with blood.” Sounds fabulous and I am betting it will draw huge ratings. I know we will be watching.





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Saturday, August 20, 2011

A Glimpse


For Kimmie...


A Glimpse

I only need a glimpse a fleeting glance to fill this rocky heart
To swell the tide of waters wide upon this desert's chart
To send the leaves to golden green upon the mottled bark
To change the tune of wailing winds to the singing of the lark
To open all the buds to flower with the colours rainbow splash
To fill my skies with glory's cloud the thunder lightning's flash
And the glimpse belongs to you my love you melt this heart of mine
And send me on a spaceship's arc to your planetary sign
So patiently I wait this hour for another fleeting glance
For a glimpse from only you can start our loveswept lover's dance

~*Heartpoet*~

Friday, August 19, 2011

Gourmet treats!


Heartpoet had business to attend to at the Ekka yesterday. With his neck still bandaged he jokingly said that he copped more questions about that than our product."Mr why did you come dressed up? Who are you supposed to be a mummy?" lol. Oh kids ya gotta love em eh! With me home sick as a dog with tonsils the size of golf balls, sore ears and feeling VERY average Heartpoet thought that he would spoil me with a few treats. A tray of melt in your mouth French macarons, super fresh and oh so light and fluffy nougat filled with cherries, cranberries and pistachios wrapped in rice paper and a gourmet brown bag of goodies containing zucchini pickles, sweet lychee chilli sauce and nectarine chutney. I have a few delish ideas floating around my lurgy riddled head for the last three items but would REALLY love to hear how you would serve them/use them in your cooking?




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Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Great news re my cousin Georgia


Regular readers of my blog will no doubt remember my posts about my cousin Georgia and the great work she is doing over in a remote part of Western Australia with indigenous youth. Just a few weeks back I posted about Australian Idol star Jessica Mauboy paying a visit. Georgia is the manager of youth services in Roebourne W.A. Since the introduction of Georgia's leadership program crime rate in the area has dropped dramatically according to police. Click *here* to watch the news report featuring my gorgeous cousin Georgia.





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Auras


Heartpoet finds it most interesting that whilst out and about complete strangers are drawn to interact with me. He said to give an example if he goes to the Dr's alone others in the waiting remain engrossed in their magazines making no eye contact whatsoever. Yet if he takes me along the whole waiting room ends up conversing, having a few laughs and then they hug me whilst handing me their contact card when it's their time to leave lol!

After pondering it a bit methinks the reason this happens is first and foremost the aura I give off when I am out and about. People of all ages feel safe and comfortable in approaching me. I think many people have got into the habit of head down bum up marching through life with a tick list mentality and miss opportunities for wonderful moments in their days by closing themselves off to the world around them.

Whilst in the Dr's waiting room the other day I found myself sitting next to a young girl age 14 and her mum. Having an adopted autistic sister I quickly cottoned on that this young lady most likely had same. She was gently loving on her mum with butterfly kisses whilst frantically signing that she had no wish to see the Dr. She was getting a tad ansty, pulling up her top and pulling at her hair. Her mum gently and patiently tried to explain that it was Mum that needed the Dr. that day and not her. However Young Miss was having none of it and with an obvious fear of crowds/strangers had herself tightly tucked under her mums arm. I simply turned and smiled at the pair then said "it's not much fun waiting around when your feeling sick is it girls?" Mum smiled back and Young Miss shot me a withering look whilst seriously sizing me up lol. I went on to comment about the sticker on her hand and she cautiously signed back at me all the while continuing to size me up hehehe. When I oh so casually pulled a sheet of pretty stickers from my handbag curiosity got the better of Young Miss and she wriggled out from under her mums arm for a closer look. With me talking and signing a few very basic signs that I know and her only signing we went on to have a lovely chat about her passion for stickers, school, the Ekka that she had been to that day, horse riding and much more. We also played with an App on Heartpoet's iPad called Flowpaper which is an interactive drawing tool that lets you make beautiful flowing paintings using your finger tip. Young Miss ended up almost under my arm by the time the Dr called for her mum lol. After saying our goodbyes Young Miss trotted off hand in hand with her mum in the direction of the Dr's exam room. As the Dr. went to close the door Young Miss wriggled free of her mums hold and ran back to where I was sitting. Young Miss started frantically signing at me. It took me a few seconds to realize that she wanted me to stand up so I did. She quickly threw her arms around me and gave me the nicest squishy hug and then took both my hands in hers kissing each ever so softly before looking up at me with the most heart warming beautiful smile. It was a "melt ya heart, oh god life is worth living" moment that lit up instant smiles on the faces of all in the waiting room that day.

Ten minutes or so later Heartpoet wandered out from his appointment to find me happily chattering away with a gorgeous old grandad on one side, a young mum of six month old twins on my other and with one of the twins on my lap lol. Heartpoet's smile said it all as he shook his head and he good-naturedly stirringly said "Ahh darl you right to go now?" As the receptionist sorted the bill Heartpoet said "All my jokes aside never change Kimbo ok?!? This is part of the reason I love you so." Just me being me really, I know no other way.





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Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Heartpoet Update

Heartpoet's operation to remove the skin cancer on his neck was today. A long wait in the waiting room for me with two swollen tonsils, sore ears, a headache and a copy of That's Life magazine. Heartpoet has 17 stitches and is feeling VERY average the poor love. Home soon and then back to Specialist for pathology results next week.


Sent from my iPad

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Beautiful people do not just happen


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Monday, August 15, 2011

Dear Brenton


Dear Brenton

You will be turning 18 in just over a weeks time. How can that be? 18 years have flown by seemingly in the blink of an eye. You will be flying to New Zealand on your 18th birthday for a 3 week snow boarding trip. You have saved and scrimped to pay for this trip and your snow boarding gear from your part time job wages. You will be travelling with your best mate Sam and staying with Sam's extended family (many of who Heartpoet and I have met) who reside in NZ. They will look after you as one of their own and that makes my heart sing.

You have won many awards at your pt job over recent weeks with your boss offering to promote you and put you through Tafe Courses. Heartpoet and I are proud of your work ethic. However nothing makes us prouder than to know you live your life with a kind and open heart. That you notice things and act without being asked. Like secretly mowing the lawns of a local divorced mum of three, a hardworking school teacher whose daughter (a dear friend of yours) was your year 12 formal partner and who often has you over for her homemade authentic Italian lasagna. You already have lots of wonderful friends (of both sexes) yet when I told you a few weeks back of a friends son who is a tad older than you and was born with Cerebral Palsy you were all ears. I further explained that he is totally dependent upon others for the necessities of life. He can't eat, be toileted, stand, sit or roll over in bed without intervention. I went on to say that since completing year 12 and moving into independent living his mates had sadly drifted away leaving him a tad lonely. I made no hint or suggestion of any involvement from you. As I turned to put the kettle on you came up from behind enveloping me in a big bear hug and said matter of factly..."I would like to go visit your friends son, I am sure we could be mates!" And that is exactly what you did and that is exactly what has happened. A wonderful friendship has blossomed. My friend emailed me recently to say..."If you could have heard the 'disguised' pride in his voice this morning when he rang to remind me to arrange for Brenton...his friend...to get into the unit, you'd appreciate how much this means to him."

You have been undecided as to what career path to follow since completing year 12. Police force, Psychology, The Australian Defence Forces all looked into but nothing settled on. When Heartpoet and I picked you up from a visit with your new mate last week you were very animated the whole trip home. You had had a light bulb moment and decided that you would like to work in the field of disabilities, deciding to return to study for such next year. It's funny how life works isn't it? How meeting a new friend turned into your light bulb moment!

Heartpoet and I love you so very much Brenton. May you always approach life with an open heart - experience all experiences, opening yourself to the world and the people in it.





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Oh Gail! Story Of A Fish Parts 10 & 11


You will be treated to two snippets from the Oh Gail! Story Of A Fish series today as we skipped one last week due to my wanting to keep the post up about Ariad a lil longer.

Join Heartpoet here at The Serendipity Cafe Monday's for the ongoing tale of Oh Gail! Story Of A Fish. Trust me you will never look at your fish bowl the same way again lol.

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Wondering

Sometimes Gail wondered. In her state of pending parenthood she often found herself swimming aimlessly within her spherical world. One minute she would find herself at the rear of the bubbling pirate ship, the next she would be on the far horizon, lips pressing against the glass. Gail wondered about the missing moments in between sometimes. She also wondered about her wild imaginings. Fin warmers, tail boots and goggle-eyed goggles were just some of the crazy ideas that crossed her mind at times. Oh Gail! There was no doubt in her mind that one day she would be world famous in the fishy worlds. She was looking forward to appearing on The Inventors deep, deep, deep in the underwater oceanic caverns where no humans had ever ventured. She had heard about this show from Oscar - victim of white spot, victor in love - who in turn had heard about it from that ever reliable marine source, the gossiping fish vine. Gail sighed with love - Oscar had known about lots of important things!

Which brings me to today's question - have you thought about your deep, deep, deep ambitions yet today?


Silvestre

One day, not that long before the pending birth, a human hand appeared from the sky. Down into the depths of Gail's spherical world it dived, causing some minor damage to the decking of Peter the Pirate Ship. Gail watched tremulously from the safety of the plastic coral rock as the hand plunged beneath the coloured pebbles. As the hand quickly withdrew, she could only watch with awe at what had been left behind. A tall water tree now stood where none had stood before. Leaves of silvery lace green and bushes of wispy branches filled her view. Gail could see that she would be spending a lot of time in the arms of that tree. Gail swam tentatively from her safety zone, bravely out across the small expanse of water droplets. As she neared the tree, something caught her eye. There, she could see him - hanging on for dear life in one of the top branches. Well, blow me down, she thought - a snail!. 'Hello babeeee!!!" that snail called out. "You can call me Silvestre and my, aren't you a hot tomato!" Silvestre twirled his long curling antennae and smiled the smile of Antonio Banderas. Well now, Gail thought as she giggled to herself, "Isn't he a funny thing!"

Which brings me to today's question...have you giggled to yourself in life's travels yet today?

~*Heartpoet*~

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Sunday, August 14, 2011

FAME SENIOR MUSICAL - PAGE TO STAGE - STARRING OUR GORGEOUS RHIANNON

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Saturday, August 13, 2011

FAME SENIOR MUSICAL - PAGE TO STAGE - STARRING OUR GORGEOUS RHIANNON




As promised in my prior post some piccies of our Rhiannon taken last night at her Fame Senior Musical - Page To Stage. Can you spot her amongst her Fame friends? Brenton and his mates gave the show the big thumbs up and were really impressed and proud of Rhiannon's performance. I will post some more photo's (and perhaps even upload a song or two from the show) tomorrow so don't forget to check back in ok?!

Rhiannon is a real sweetheart who has always been such a precious gift in my life! On the very first day we met (she was such a teensy lil thing age only 7) we clicked. It was almost like we already held the keys to each others hearts that day. Warm smiles followed by soft squishy hugs then without hesitation we quickly turned those keys locking each other in :]

Rhiannon will be 18 is November but I know in my heart she will always be her Daddy's lil girl ;]

Hmmm what's a girl to do with her knickers whilst on the potty? Ahhh I know!!!



Pre-School Days





Friday, August 12, 2011

Heartpoet update and hatin on Murphy


Afternoon all or as is the case in mild sunny breezy Brissy. Winter? Weather wise hard to believe! Our garden is so dry, no rain in such a long time. Mother Nature's pendulum sure has swung in the other direction after the floods!

So the lurgies are slightly on the improve with meds. Heartpoet's more so than me cos I caught mine later then him. He still has a horrid cough and energy wise is not yet back to his old self. He will be having an operation next week to remove the cancer from his neck. Pathology results will then dictate whether further treatment will be required. I have him on Blackmores Bio C that Brenton took before his wisdom teeth removal. It will help with his chest infection but it also helps skin elasticity/healing and is a powerful antioxidant.

As for hatin on Murphy well I am not known for hatin anyone but let it be known that Murphy and I are no longer mates. Murphy's Law sucks! Rhiannon is in the middle of her senior concert for Fame. It is her last year at this school and this is her main concert for the year, the biggie so to speak where she has a solo and well you get the picture. We booked four tickets for Heartpoet, myself, Brenton and a friend for last Sunday and Heartpoet could barely lift his head off his pillow. At twenty five dollars a ticket we were not thrilled at the prospect of throwing a hundred dollars out the window but more importantly we did not wish to disappoint our gorgeous Rhi. Rhi managed to have the tickets transferred to tonight and all was good until I got sick and Heartpoet's neck results came back combined with him still not really being well. So a difficult decision had to be made and now Brenton and three of his friends are going to applaud loudly for our darlin girl and the rest of the cast. Brenton is going to be entrusted with my camera, so I will hopefully post lots of photo's here on my blog tomorrow. Rhi has taken the news graciously but I know she is upset that her dad and I won't be there. I am going to have to think of something really nice for her, her dad and I to do together to make up for it. She has other minor concerts later in the year that we will be at with bells on (I am seriously gonna burn Murphy at the stake before then *evil laugh*).

*Rhiannon is the one in the middle of the photo.




Thursday, August 11, 2011

"Holy crap on a cracker!"


Just back from the Dr's where I was diagnosed with a totally different lurgy to Heartpoet, what the? The type that develops into Scarlet Fever if not treated early sigh! Pretty pink and burgundy antibiotics that come in a box of 50 but I only have to take twenty, what the? My blood pressure was elevated at today's visit. It was also up at my girly check and the visit prior they tell me. So here's the thing they say let's run some tests. Blood tests that would sustain Count Dracula for a month, pee in a 24 gallon drum over 24 hrs (ok not a 24 gallon drum but the way I drink water and cups of tea it will be close lol) and then lets strap you with a contraption that will record every beat of your heart over 24 hrs (no wild wanton sex for me that night sigh lol) to see if it's white collar hypertension or something more serious given your mum has blood pressure and your mums mum (your nan) had blood pressure and died after suffering a number of massive strokes followed by a heart attack age 65. Holy crap on a cracker (as Penny from my favorite TV comedy Big Bang Theory would say) if I felt sick going in I felt tens times worse by the time I came out lol. The good news the Dr informed me (I was starting to think there wouldn't be any lol) is that I am young (at almost 45 I will take that as a compliment lol) and apart from my migraines I am fit, healthy, have low cholesterol and I am at a perfect weight for my height. My usual Dr was away today and the fellow I saw was lovely but was suffering terribly from a heavy head cold. He told me that there are a multitude of Winter lurgies going around at present and that many of his patients are just getting over one to be hit by another. Roll on Spring I say!

I am trying not to stress re Heartpoet's appoint for the cancer on his neck tomorrow. Wasn't a good idea to google what I was told when given the results sigh! Heartpoet is in fairly good spirits given he has been so sick with a horrid lurgy and then hit with the bad biopsy results. The new antibiotics he is on are working a treat and he is starting to look and feel a whole lot better thankfully. Will report back in tomorrow with news. I am more spiritual than religious so if it isn't too much trouble could you all please say a quiet prayer to the Universe for a good outcome for Heartpoet. He is my honey, my rock, the yin to my yang and my heart and soul love. It's selfish I know but I have lost so much in my life, I need him to always be close by.




A silhouette of a human being stands before you


A silhouette of a human being stands before you.

Perhaps a friend. Perhaps a lover. Perhaps a perfect stranger.

They need you to connect with them. They need you to share this moment.

They need you to…

■Notice without critiquing.
■Appreciate without comparing.
■Listen without interruption.
■Question without objection.
■Challenge without mocking.
■Consider without doubting.
■Discuss without criticizing.
■Smile without hesitation.
■Give without expectation.
■Comfort without lying.
■Guide without misleading.
■Forgive without resentment.
■Rest without judgment.


They need you to be you – just the way you are.

And they need you to respect them – just the way they are




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