Butterfly lips

So, my nickname is "butterfly lips".

Lol...

My hubby, being from a Malaysian background, loves curry in all its forms. I'm not particularly enamoured of it, but will eat if I have to. He has to tamp down the heat for me when he cooks, otherwise my butterfly lips will die a horrible death.

I get knocked down

Songs seem to be my messages lately. I'd get frustrated cos I'd know the tune but not the words, so couldn't always find the song.

I woke with a song in my head yesterday after sleeping the day away. And the name of the band popped into my head to, which was very nice.

I get knocked down by Chumbawamba...haha.

It's a theme song for us these strange days.

Wind up artist

Lol...hubby on FB is such a wind-up artist.

He always puts up stuff that makes him come across as a bit of a dick, a MCP of the highest order. So much so, that one of his cousins wrote something on his wall about how to treat a woman.

Zealandia - part of Mu?

This was on the news this past week.

New Zealand is part of a sunken continent. Lemuria?

Zealandia: NZ could be sitting on the world's newest continent

17 February 2017

Between the eclipses...and all that lovely "stuff"

Hoo boy!

This time between the eclipses is really something else.

I got to work yesterday to find out my two colleagues had called in ill. My boss says, "You'll be okay. You have to be, cos there is no-one to take the load off."

Don't Lose that Number

This latest breakthrough has placed our relationship on a very different level, which of course it would.

After this past week's radical movement, I finally understand the song Stand Tall that I heard one morning. I now recognise that within I was losing the battle of faith on both on the work front, our relationship and probably a few other things I've not thought of.

The selfless masculine

I've not written in ages about lovemaking.

Mostly because life with the new entity it has been a little personal and we've been getting to know each other in many different ways, let alone lovemaking.

Claws out, clinging to the old

This week has been rather different.

Greg has been away and I've been working night shifts.

I get home in the morning and both children have left for work. When I leave for night shift, neither of them are home yet. I am aware that they've been at home at night, cos I see the evidence of cleaned dishes laying on the sink draining board, a cup on the lounge table or any number of other things. But come the daytime, they are gone.

Challenging my beliefs

Greg and I spent this last weekend in Raglan, a small arty surfing seaside town on the West coast of New Zealand, filled with backpackers from all over the world. I really love Raglan. We normally just go for the day, but decided to actually book a bach for the weekend.

I am glad we did. We discovered another waterfront area with restaurants and shops. It is far bigger than I realised from our day trips.

It was lovely to spend time together, just the two of us exploring each other...and the countryside :-).

And...guess what?

The good, the bad and the ugly

I woke with the chorus of this song running around in my head -

"Stand tall, don't you fall oh, don't go and do something foolish
You're feeling it like everyone, it's silly human pride
Stand tall, don't you fall. don't go do something you'll regret later
You're feeling it like everyone, it's silly human pride"

Eh?

Expressions of love

So, this morning I woke with the Rolling Stones song Harlem Shuffle playing in my head.

I don't always notice songs playing in the background of my mind until something occurs that brings it to the fore.

Birthday

Today is my birthday.

 It's the first time in seven years that all four of us are together for my birthday.

This time last year, I was on my own in NZ.

The new human template

It has been very interesting discussing with friends, the lack of muscle pain after extreme exercise.

Only a small handful have experienced what I have (see previous post), some mentioned no difference at all, whilst others have said it seems worse.

Of those that experienced the change, a large proportion hadn't even noticed it until I pointed it out.

Hakarimata Summit Tracks, Ngaruawhia, NZ amongst other things

I have no idea why...or maybe I do...I am being pushed to be fit.

Actually now that I ponder it, I've been thinking over the last month that I need to get myself very fit.

So of course, my higher self listens to what I want and gives it to me in buckets!

Beliefs and propoganda

It's been quite strange having Ashlee back at home.

She left in 2010 for a gap year in Australia and just never came home. Love got in the way :-)

Up until then, we'd been a balanced home of 2 males and 2 females. Once she left it kinda felt like I was driving a car with only three wheels. I found myself living in a house full of testosterone, Greg and Traevis head butting all the time, me in the middle trying to calm things down. It took us about a year to adjust to the unbalanced energy.