Life in Middle Girth

Can anybody shed light on why I can't get my recent blogs onto the page when I go to "View weblog"? I discovered both the previous two entries were actually there but they took a long time for me to find, yet they must pop up somewhere because I've got comments posted on them.

Any help would be appreciated.

Now I must go to work - another day in paradise. Yeah right. (Yeah right is the p.s. to many many statements, meaning we mean the complete opposite. It comes from a Tui beer ad, and is world famous - in NZ anyway.)

Just wrote a lovely blog, happiness filled following a pleasant stress-free day celebrating the B.Ed (Tchg) bestowed on daughter who even let us give her a hug -and went to publish and I think lost the lot. I only say "think" because it's taken all day to find the blog I did last night so it could be lost in cyberspace somewhere.

Won't gnash my teeth just yet, but also don't have the energy or heart to try recreating it, suffice it to say it was calm and relaxed for once. We've had a lovely day.

And reflective too, on the big gap I feel at times like this when I miss my parents - you know, when you just want to tell them things. Perhaps they know anyway.

And a random thought too - hubby thought he might just shave his head of what little hair he has (family failing, not chemo) but I hate shaved heads so I rashly said that if he did, I would too. Sure hope he doesn't!! At least it would make a change from my entire family moaning about my greying hair (it doesn't actually worry me!).

Damn I'm annoyed at losing that episode.

Mood: Tired and happy

After all my rants and moans yesterday, I've had a lovely day today.

We now have a B.Ed (Tchg) in the family - it's official! Capped and gowned and scroll presented. I guess every other mum in the Regent was busting with pride too but I reckon I was the only one who mattered. I didn't disgrace myself by blubbering although I did shed a tear or two quite by accident at the beginning as the begowned tutors filed in, pomp and ceremony often does that to me and I'm getting worse as I get older. But really, tears of pride and joy, however irrational, are excusable surely!

Nah, it was a lovely day, looooong ceremony for Small to sit through although with the aid of a pen and pad to draw on, he coped very well. Following the ceremony the two big boys wandered off round town while we adults (had Pip's late best mate's parents with us, they are her "other" parents, and Grandad) ambled down to the huge marquees in the square and eventually located Pip. She was actually quite happy to see us and suffered maternal and paternal hugs (but only one each) and we did the photo thing both there and at T.Coll and Massey - then off to lunch at The Bath House. Very nice. Then to a pub to meet with somebody and somebody's parents, (Duncs and I went to Pak'n'Save and stocked up on chips and fizz and nibbles for the expected influx at the flat tonight), took the cap and gown back to the hire place and ended up at Pip's flat - nobody else home. After a welcome cuppa and shoe removal, and quick gidday to flatties and one set of flatties grandparents who came and went, we tootled home again - so it was a long day, 8.15am to 6pm, but one that we wouldn't have missed for the world. Even managed to get a photo of all four kids looking reasonably happy together, and a few others. Wish she'd booked an official studio photo but I think some of her flatmates have one of her on her own.

I'm raving on, sorry. Brevity is not in my vocab. But isn't it all nice and positive tonight!!

Poor old husband has just had a call out - one of the only advantages of him being ill was not being on that roster but he's back on it now. Has had a couple of middle of the nights this week and they're knocking the stuffing out of him. Hopefully this early evening one will let him off a later call.

And now for tonight's random thought....

My greying hair is a bone of contention with the family - they all hate it with a vengeance but honestly it doesn't bother me, at least not as much as regrowth does, so I don't dye it anymore, not even streaks or foils which I will admit I liked (except for the price). The husband reckoned he was going to shave his off - not that he has much anyway, baldness is a family failing I'm afraid and he hasn't escaped - but I hate shaved heads so I threatened that if he did, I would too. God, I hope he doesn't!!!!

I wish my parents could have been there today, especially my Dad. I still have his degree rolled up in a tube upstairs..... It's times like this that I really, really hate being an orphan - I just want to tell them things sometimes!