Our family reunion

My family( minus Paul, Hilary, Alison and Lewis who couldn't make

the reunion)

The whole family (minus a few)

The toothy kids!

My cousin Vicki fixing up my do!

My beautiful Aunty Heather. Love her to bits...

This was the loveliest time. To catch up with family that I haven't seen for many many years. To introduce my boys to their massive extended family and watch them just blend in as if they'd known these people for all their lives. I laughed and cried and was hugged and kissed to bits. Such good good medicine. Sometimes we forget just how blessed we are to have people who love us. How can get so caught up in our worlds that we forget that?

I took a bag of novelty joke false teeth to give to the kids at photo time. Its especially hilarious as I didn't have enough for alll of them. Pick which ones are pretending they have joke false teeth.

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Oh the shock and horror when I looked closely at photos from our family reunion that Russell had taken with his new camera. There I am with my head thrown back, laughing at some obviously hilarious joke. My hair is lovely, my skin is glowing and there in all their glory on my chins (?) are a cluster of hairs. Curse those extra mega pixels and digital zoom and other complex features…Did I really need to know? I zoom in, just out of curiosity, and yes there they are bigger than ever. My chin looks like Phyllis Diller.
It’s confirmed. I’m on the slippery slope of my summer years and the autumn ones are about to hit me in the face. We chuckle among ourselves we women, at our funny little ways. That errant chin whisker that you can feel but can’t find, the occasional sugar bowl in the fridge and milk in the cupboard (who did that?) and where the heck are my car keys, only to find them exactly where you left them. It always happens when the teenagers are around to laugh hysterically at poor old mum. Shame they’ve outlawed beating oh sorry I mean spanking children. Sigh!
Oh the dilemma of needing to read a label in the kitchen only to discover that someone has wandered off with the kitchen glasses, or the bathroom glasses, lounge room glasses, computer glasses; telephone glasses, sewing glasses and realising you need glasses to help you find the glasses. There is also that big step when you brave the optometrist and emerge with your first pair of prescription glasses. Apart from the fact that you instantly look so much more intelligent and suddenly everyone wants you on their trivial pursuit team, there is however that small adjustment period as you get used to travelling life with your first pair of optical aids. We thought Janelle was being particularly agreeable as she nodded her way around the shop learning to wear her new bifocals.
I love my age and when ever I reach a new milestone I delight in the riches that open up for me. Where I may a littler vaguer, I think I’m a lot wiser.
I’m more patient and happy to agreeably disagree in a discussion. I delight in all the different kinds of people in the world. You can’t make fruitcake without a few nuts and mixed peel. I may be ready for bed closer to sunset, but I relish the early mornings when I have my little chat with God. I was lamenting the other day that for all the exercise I was doing, my arms and legs were getting thinner and my middle was getting rounder. I worried that I may be turning into a chupa chup.
“Don’t worry” Janelle reassured me “at least you’ll have great legs!”

sick days

Here I am, sitting at home slowly recovering from a tummy bug and wishing like crazy that I was at Daisy's ( Hey that rhymes...)
Its very hard to stop when you are used to being busy, busy.
Because its taking me that little while to get my stamina back I have the joy of watching DAYTIME TV!
what a joy!
Its like being trapped in the pages of a New Idea magazine.
No, I'm pretty sure I've found Mr Right, thanks for the quiz though!
The Steam mop looks marvellous , and only four easy payments!
About losing those baby pounds though....Alex is nearly 16 do you think the Abtastical Super Gut-tronic will really give me a tummy like the girl in the picture? Perhaps I can conceal it with the amazing compact that conceals all and replaces seven other make up products ( I didn't know there were seven makeup products...lets see mascara, lippie, foundation, eyeshadow....?)

There is something nice about being at home on a sick day though. No guilt about the housework, lots of snoozes in front of the TV. Staying in your pyjamas, wooohooo what a devil!
I'm missing all my friends though and having a good laugh as we tend to do at our work.
Maybe its time for a prank call....now who can i be this time?????