Favourite quote

What counts in life is not the mere fact that we have lived.
It is what difference we have made to the lives of others that will determine the significance of the life we lead.
- Nelson Mandela

Saturday, April 25, 2015


A disruptive morning, waking nearly every hour.

Today is ANZAC day, it was 100 years ago today when New Zealand and Australian troops landed at Anzac cove, to be killed in the thousands, so that we could live free, without persecution.

While I wanted to dress nicely and go to the parades to show my support for our fallen heroes, I think the 11 am service with my wife is a better idea than a pre-dawn outing. I decided to do some early morning design work, in my corset and lemon yellow dress I described last week.
Around  9 am, I realized my wife would sleep for at least another hour, so quickly slapped on foundation and lip stick and headed out to breakfast. My blue beard is showing through, but I'm still feeling very pretty, smiling at all the people looking at me in the busy cafe - guessing many families were up before dawn for the military parades and now the adults needing a coffee hit to stay awake.

I so love this dress my wife bought, I feel like a proper "lady", well I probably would do if I was wearing under ware, but this dress hangs nicely without such under garments. It does mean I have to tuck my dress as the seat is cold and be careful as I lean in to my car as there is a slight and cool breeze swirling around the buildings, and other areas.

So in the girl zone,
it was sad when I had to get back to "Normal"

Sunday, April 19, 2015

Semi-regular Sunday morning

Woke at 6:00 am after a rough nights sleep
Daughter needed a 2.30 am ride home from a party.
My shoulder which was injured about 8 weeks ago is really sore
and kept me awake.
Sanding my car roof down and re-spraying it doesn't help my shoulders, but it does mean my nails are a pretty Burgundy Pearl where the thinners didn't clean off.

Anyway up at 6:00 am, toileted, shaved and make up completed 16 minutes later.
I wanted my velvet dress today, I so love it and my hair caresses my back, but also tried on a more "age appropriate"  girlie dress, just to see how well it looked, and out the door by 6:30 am.

Thanks to the girl at McDonalds Café, I managed to get a photo for you.
Quite a few people checking me (or my big boobs) out while sitting here typing, I smile back, especially the pretty mum in skin tight sports clothes. Actually like me, she has small bum and large chest, but unlike me, she was Hot.

So where can I now go and mingle with people at 8 am, "Church" seams like a good idea, but first a quick change in to my earlier outfit, a muted lemon V neck dress, with pink & purple flowers and a frill on the neck line. With my heels, I'm feeling well in to the mature woman zone as I pull up outside the church. I can see from my car in to the glass foyer, and also my daughters BFF who has had many sleep overs at my house - bummer, I forgot she had church going friends. Up the road 100 meters is a nice coffee shop, so I go in to have a cup of tea, and show off my girlyness to the 12 or so clients & staff while I read todays newspaper.

Hoping the staff will take a photo of me, for you to see, and my phone battery is dead, so since I can't take any photos for you to see, and the morning is perfect for finishing spray painting my car roof and the fact I'm OCD on this project, it's time to head home.
Primed & ready for some colour

Sunday chore finished

I'm back home by 9 am.
I wish I could have stayed in that pretty dress all day, but now back in to work clothes.

Sunday, April 12, 2015

Was going crazy, but out today to de-stress

Restless night, I haven't had decent girl time for what seems like forever, and it's screwing with my sleep and my attitude so today, it's time to get quality "out" time.

I've 3 girls at home, plus another 2, sleeping somewhere down stairs. Better than Friday night when there were more kids crashed in my den. So it's 6 am and I've been awake for a hour (not including 3 am, 1.30 am and 00.30 am wake periods) and I have to sneak around in my girls clothes. It seems so undignified sneaking around my own home and out to the car, something I'm normally proud and happy to do in front of the neighbours.
As you know, I'm not big on make up, my face is what it is, but since I wanted to wear fishnet stay up stockings, skater skirt and corset, I decided to spend 15 minutes on make up, looking for that tarty hooker look. Sitting at a coffee shop, relaxing, checking I shaved under my arms. Dam - forgot perfume and wallet with my money card, glad I have a note or two in my purse, hopefully enough to purchase essential stuff for the house before I go home.

I'm really enjoying, sitting, relaxing having coffee, feeling my hair caressing my back. Where my skin is between my stocking tops and my short skirt, is somewhat stuck to the vinyl seat, had to un-peel myself each time I go to the counter. The socks that boost and fill out my corseted breasts are annoying and I find I'm rechecking my corset to ensure I don't have a "costume failure" as it slips lower and lower on my body.

A quick top change, to pink bra and see through lace top, removed the fishnets and it's almost time to hit the shopping malls. On the way to the mall, my hay fever kicked in, it's been a few months now since the last attack and I doubt any make of foundation can survive such a bout of sneezing and nose running. Still it's 10 minutes to 9, and the shops I need will open after I finish another morning drink (English breakfast tea) and Columbus Coffee in the mall. Pretty woman in skin jeans and boots sitting in front of me, young shop assistant, size 14 in a size 10 dress 2 tables over, mid 20's scruffy tough lads sitting by the counter, another 11 people relaxing, no one really caring about my looks or what I wear.
time for SHOPPING, see you later   :)

Sunday, April 5, 2015

Birthday Long Weekend

Firstly, I would like to thank all the Christians (and of course the moon) for allowing my 50th birthday to be on Good Friday.
And yes, it was a brilliantly Good Friday, sun was out, the fish were swimming and I was with my favorite people enjoying the day...... on some kick arse rapids. We put in at the same river location as they did on the movie "Without a Paddle", and finished up here .......
Sorry, had to hide their faces, you know how it is

My $50 sports camera worked a treat, brilliant HD video both on the rapids and under the water. We got hot, sunburned and all but mum jumped over board in to the cool river several times to cool off. So many thanks to Wet 'n Wild rafting company in Rotorua for making my birthday so good. I should point out for you American girls, yes you always have to paddle your own raft in NZ.

For those that don't know, Rotorua is a geothermal area, and a bit of an adventure play ground for people who live in the North Island of New Zealand, just 2 & 1/2 hours drive from Auckland, or about 30 minutes from Lord of the Rings "Hobbiton". So if you ever visit, put Rotorua on your "must see" list and for at least 3 days if your in a hurry

A medical check last week, doctor recommended I wear a kilt or skirt, okay while the skirt is easy, I'm not associated to a clan so don't feel like that a kilt would be right.
Today, Sunday, one of the girls has a sore throat, so had to do a morning trip to the emergency chemist (regular chemist is shut as only hot food outlets and service stations are allowed to be open today).
Foundation took 30 seconds, lipstick 10 seconds, that's it. I mean I have cars to fix, garden to re-organize (under wifes supervision of course) and to much stuff happening to afford spending more than 5 minutes total on todays look.
Got back home with the meds, to find a strange male sleeping in my den. Apparently one of my girls who was sleeping out, decided to come home in the dark early hours, and grabbed a male escort to walk her home.