Thursday, August 27, 2009

Oh, to be a kid again...

...back when speaking your mind and having an attitude was cute.....
...before life starting creating useless rules which governed fun time...

...when a teddy was your greatest friend and snuggler...

...curiosity was a way of life and never considered a burden...
...boys were yuk...

...and pets introduced and guided you through fantasy worlds of mystery and excitement...
Images: Imgfave

Friday, August 21, 2009

Happy weekend...

My motto for the weekend...

Bourne isn't much of a dancer....not that he can't but rather that he won't....

....it normally takes him a couple drinks to warm up to the idea.

Image: Imgfave

Take me now...

...I'm ready to go...

I think I am finally over the stress of booking this holiday.....who knew it could be such a process?

But now, I'm about ready to start packing!

Image: Imgfave

Thursday, August 20, 2009

Reading my mind...





“Go be that starving Artist you’re afraid to be. Open up that journal and get poetic finally. Volunteer. Suck it up and travel. You were not born here to work and pay taxes. You were put here to be part of a vast organism to explore and create. Stop putting it off. The world has much more to offer than what’s on 15 televisions at TGI Fridays. Take pictures. Scare people. Shake up the scene. Be the change you want to see in the world. You’ll thank yourself for it.”

Words: Jason Mraz
Images: Imgfave

Monday, August 17, 2009

He is incredible...

He loves me when I am moody
He loves me when I am grumpy and distant
He loves me when I ignore him and throw shitty comments his way
He loves me when I close off and blame him for things he never did
He loves me when it all comes crashing down and I am crying, defeated by my demons again
He loves me when I do the ugly cry and I sniff and my eyes are red and puffy
He loves me when I scream obscenities about my pain and when I am irrational about his reactions
He loves me when I curl away from him and crawl into the void in my chest
He loves me when I am stiff and cold against his cuddles and hugs
He loves me when I eventually calm down and fold myself into his arms
He loves me when I rationalise and vent and make excuses and blame people
He loves me when I apologise and thank him for putting up with me and my insecurities
He loves me when I lie there, spent and aching, while I contemplate my crazy-ness
and he loves me when my mood shifts, my focus sharpens and my wit returns and, finally after what seems like eons, I smile again.
He does not love me unconditionally, and yet he is still here, loving me...
He is the best man I know and he has become my guru on all matters of the heart and soul...
Together, we are learning about our love and it's boundaries....all the while, laughing and enjoying the journey....

Thursday, August 13, 2009

We apologise for the break in transmission...

...I seem to have misplaced my mind in this rampant chaos. It answers to "come on, think!" and although it is quick on the uptake, it is not as independant as it would have you believe.
Wow, work is hectic at the moment......holiday, where are you?

Image: fffound

Friday, August 7, 2009

Family weekend at the farm...

Last weekend we journeyed to our family dairy farm for my Pops' 70th birthday.
The entrance hall of the Farm House B&B

Walking to the main farm to see the moo cows (the gorgeous little girl is Bourne's niece, Tayla)

Farm House B&B

Half of the family watching rugby. We are blessed to have such a wonderfully large family!

Farm House B&B

Junie & Pops

Farm House B&B

My little monkey, Tayla, is a natural in front of the camera.

Farm House B&B

This is what families should look like

Farm House B&B

Cuddles at bedtime

Thursday, August 6, 2009

This is how I feel today...

...my inner 4 year old is happy and feels loved and worthy.

Image: FFFFound

I want to be you when I'm big...

Have you ever met a person who makes you want to be a better person? Someone who makes you want to be....more?
I don't just mean someone who looks better or has more pretty things.
I'm talking about someone who makes you believe in angels and soul mates and true love.
Someone who not only tells you that dreams can come true but he goes out there and shows you how it's done.

My brother is that person for me.
He is the truest, kindest and most honest person I know.
If humanity had to end once the best person has been created, that would happen now.
He is the best person I know.

I love you my noo noo bug and I am so incredibly proud of you.
All the time. No matter what.
I am proud of you because you tried and you followed your heart.
Forever.

[editor's note: He is about to embark on an amazing adventure. Follow him here.]