Sunday, 14 August 2011

The Other Man

I have to admit it, there is another man in my life,
a wonderful man, that gives me what I need, right
when I need it...

On Thurs and Fri, I was in deep pain, suffering every-time
I smiled and talked, I was grumpy with everyone, even my
husband knew not to say anything to me, because the
tounge lashing he would get was not worth it. I felt
depressed, that hubby was beginning to feel quite concerned.

But then on Saturday, this wonderful, kind, caring man, came
into my life, and made me happy, ohhh, such happiness I hadn't felt
for days.

This other man,my dentist, gave me 40 minutes of his time, he worked on
my inflamed gums, drained what needed to be drained, and made it all
feel so much better.......and then he prescribed me drugs.... heaps
of drugs, beautiful, beautiful pills, ...."pain doesn't live here
no more".... and his wonderful nurse even suggested vodka in a sipper
bottle to get me through my sunday school class of pre-schoolers the
next day....what an awesome idea, never thought of that before....haha.

And when he presented me with the bill, It didn't even bother me, the
pain had gone, and the drugs were awesome!!!!!!!

O the other man, how I love thee!

Thursday, 11 August 2011

My Dream...

Don't you love it when your house is clean, you can smell the
polish and the disinfectant, the floor is mopped,
the carpets are vacumed, the windows are shiny, the beds are made
up with clean sheets, yesterdays washing is folded and put away,
and todays is hanging on the line, the kitchen is tidy, the rubbish
is out, the stove/oven is clean, and so is the refigerator, and
the bathroom is sparkly, and the loo looks like the best it ever looked!

I can't remember when my home last looked that way, or even it it ever
looked that way, even when I had a cleaner, courtesy of the govt,
because of my son's special needs, my home never has looked that way.

And I crave it so much, I wish muchly that the little elves that
visited that poor shoemaker and made his shoes for him at night, do
you remember that story from childhood?, well I wish those little elves
would visit me at night, and transform my home to the tidy CLEAN home
I long for.

But even if they did, you know what would happen aye, the children would
wake up, and before you know it, juice will be knocked over, cereal will
be on the floor, toast crumbs everywhere, clothes, toys, everywhere,
toothpaste on the bathroom sink, the loo, well we won't even go there, but
lets say "disaster zone" and my home would be right back to where I had
left it the night. Would those little elves dispair, I do think they would,
and they would even cease to visit.

I love it when I go and visit mother of one, and her home always looks
beautiful, dust wouldn't dare show it's face, but it's not just her house
it's her garden too....I love sitting in her home enjoying the tidiness,
but being a tiny bit scared to spill my tea or drop a crumb, but the
serenity of a clean house pulls me, and starts to make me long for my
home to look like that too.

And then I go visit another friend, and her home is in more chaos than my
own, and secretly I love it, because it makes me feel like, just maybe I
do have a little bit of house cleaner in me.

When I got married my father told my hubby that he got the "best one",
And, yes, if you visited my sister's homes, you would probably agree, thank
goodness, where they live they still have dial-up and never get to read my
blogs......can you believe people still use dial-up?, but no, now I am
straying, so maybe I am the best one of 3, but I am still not the
house keeper I desire to be.

But my kids are happy, my husband is getting used to it, he is a clean freak,
and I still have time in my day to do other things I want to do, and my home,
well its not too bad, maybe one day Mr P will be rich enough to provide
me with a house keeper, and the children will have left home, just maybe then
my home will become the sparkling home I so desire.

But anyway, must go, toilet to clean, floor to vacum, and beds to be made up,
and a whole list of other 40 jobs to do.

Have a great day

Wednesday, 10 August 2011


I have just had a fun afternoon. YAY
Enny-Belle came home from school yesterday with a notice telling
us that it was mufti day on Friday, and since it was peace week
they all had to wear some white, and to throw some fun into the
equation [or nightmare for some parents] they needed to also dress
in the theme of "Flower Power".
Well my wonderful daughter said "I've got a white top and a white dress
mum, that will do", and Potato muttered loudly, "I just gonna wear
what I want and I am not wearing flowers"!!!!
Anyway today I pulled out Enny-Belles white dress, and it was covered in
stains and crap, and even tho it is still soaking, I don't think they are
So instead I went into my trusty fabric cupboard, and found white cotton and
white stretch, and white daisy trimming, and a tea coloured rik-rak,
and I have had a wonderful afternoon creating the cutest little 60's
A sleaveless little swing dress, with daisies around the neck of the dress,
and daisies and rik-rak near the bottom of the dress. I also made a little
pair of white stretch tights, that are a bit flared, and sewed daisies
around the cuff of those. It is tooo cute, if I can say so myself, and I
am hoping Enny-Belle will love it as much as I do.
I am sorry there are no photos[as yet] of my creation, but a, I don't have
a camera that works, and b, I am so computer illiterate, that I wouldn't
know how to transfer them to this blog, but with a couple of tutorials
from the lovely Simone, and a new camera, then I will be up and running and
my pages may start to be a little more interesting.
And as for Potato, well I have found a white thermal t-shirt for him in his
draw, I think that will have to do with a pair of jeans. I don't think his
Batman suit is going to work for him this time.
I haven't been sewing in such a long time, and todays fun, has lit up the
creative juices and I am starting to create in my head, more wonderful
outfits and fun times. YAY!
See ya later

Monday, 8 August 2011

Ironic, Isn't It?

Today as I am baking in the kitchen, and looking into our lovely backyard
I see a hiccup in my life's journey, .... you would prob call him a home valuer.
Yes that right people, our home of just 5 weeks is up for sale...what did
you say did I hear you right? sure did.
And while watching him with his tape measure, i started to sing, "Isn't it Ironic
don't you think...." thanks Alanis Morrisette! And i began to laugh!!!
After having such a unsettled first half of the year, when our rental of
9 years sold, and struggling to find a place to live, and with one week
till we had to move this one fell in our lap....awesome!!!!!
And now, 5 weeks later, my daughter told me today,"but it feels like we have
been here forever" Yup it does that,
But again change is in the air....

But I am going to laugh in the face of this hiccup, ha ha ha it won't
defeat me, because I am victorious!

I have just come home from our amazing Equipher conference, and one of our
speakers talked about walking in the natural vs walking in the super natural,
in the natural, while facing something ie my home selling again, I could
wail, and cry, and stamp my feet and throw a tanty, or I could walk in the
supernatural and just start praying.....And that is what I am doing
I just don't have the time and energy to do the other, and if the big guy
upstairs came through in the nick of time last time, I am sure he will
do it again when the need arises.

No, I am not super spiritual....just can't be bothered with the effort that
goes with worrying...In the last few year, we have come across many hiccups
in our journey, I am determined I am not going to let this one bowl me over.

So dear people, when the need arises, if you know of a home for us, let us
know, ......and it could be absolutely anywhere, this time we are not going
to state where we want to live, we feel a need for an adventure, a massive
change, a new way of could be deepest darkest Africa, or the rolling
hills of Mongolia,[I do have a friend there working with homeless children,]
maybe the bright city lights of Hong Kong [I would go back there in a heart beat]
the island life of Tonga [a relaxed way of life would be attractive], the slums
of Mumbai,{I have a friend there as well] Who knows where but we are up for an
adventure, and some exciting tales to tell. [Gail can't have all the fun]

So, yes, I guess we will just have to wait and see what happens next for us,


Thursday, 21 July 2011

Breakfast in Bed

I heard whispering and banging in the kitchen as I went past
on the way to the loo this morning.
"What are you kids doing" I asked. "Go away Mummy and go back to bed,
it's a surprise" I was told. "Don't come in here"
So as a good mama, I did what I was told and went back to bed.
I then woke up hubby and warned him breakfast in bed would be coming
shortly. Of course Mr Tidy freak, moaned about the state the kitchen
would be, but I told him to shush and enjoy the moment.
Before too long, in came Siena Biena, carrying a red spotted tray, with
breakfast for Mama. On the tray was, 1 little cupcake, 2 round sammies cut
out with cookie cutters, one with sprinkles, and the other, fejoa jam,
a manderin, and a little container with almonds......yummo!
Next came, Potato, first with a wine glass of juice, which he has placed
a frozen strawberry and boysenberry, I liked the touch, for his father,
and then shortly after he came back balencing the rest of daddy's
breakfast on a wire cookie tray,you know the sort you put the biscuits on to
cool down after taking them from the oven, anyway, for daddy he had a bowl
of cereal with soy milk, also a mandarin, a sammie filled with sprinkles,
and a homemade ginger nut.
on the biscuit and cupcake they had given us, and watched us enjoy the breakfast
that had been prepared with much love.
It was a breakfast like none ever, and a real treat, and even better, I stayed
in bed a bit longer and let hubby dearest clean up the kitchen.
A lovely start to the day, and a lovely end to the first week of the
school holidays.
Thankyou my darling children, I will keep you on for another week.

Tuesday, 12 July 2011

Mummy Time

It's my turn at home with a sick kid
Potato is full up with cold, flu, and fever,
nice to have the little man home
but he threw a spanner into the works today.

I was looking forward to going to a Bloggy Tea Party,
and after that I had a kids planning meeting for kids church
but instead, I am still in my pj's,
home with my two boys.

Huuby took ennybelle to school, and went for a run
yes, sometime today I have to fit the exercise thing
in too. But a bit tired, after a restless night
of a little boy coughing and choking in my ear
and keeping me over warm with his fevered body.

But, hey, have to make the most of these times,
in a few years he is not going to want to cuddle
next to mummy when sick, or go to sleep on mummy
at swimming lessons, like he did last night,
his warm, flushed body, cuddled up to me,
makes this mummy's heart thump.

And there are not many mornings these days
that I get to stay in my pj's for all hours
so i am just going to enjoy it, and hope there
will be another bloggy tea party to go to
another day.


Sunday, 10 July 2011

Exercise Bexercise.....why do we do it?

I started exercising again this was something that has been bugging
me for a while, the stomach is looking rounder, the legs are begining to wobble
as with every thing else.
My hubby decided to go for a run this morning, after, for both of us, about 12
weeks of slothfulness, so that was prompt number one.
Prompt number two, Miss Gail talks about all her exercising in her blog, and it kinda
is inspiring me, also I remember how fabulous I looked and felt when I lived
in Asia, And I would like some of that again.
Prompt number three, was some of the clothes I scored from her above, when she
left for China, are begining to feel a tad tight.
Prompt number four, well since shifting to our new abode, my exercise equipment
that had been hiding in a very untidy garage, is now indoors, in Scoobys room
and everytime I pass his room, tidy his room, or whatever, it calls to me,
"When are you going to entertain us o slothful one"
So I did it, I'm sure poor scooby wished I hadn't, all that panting and snorting
and other noises someone totally unfit makes, And I am sure today, he may have thought there are benefits to being blind, he didn't have to see his mums wobbly
bits wobbling all over the place.....BUT, when you lose one sense, another one
takes over, and I am hoping it wasn't his sense of smell...I smelt bad!!!!!!
I'm sure tomorrow his door will be wedged shut, with a note in braille saying
"Clear off, no unfit mums allowed"
But I did it and I feel great now!!! All I need to do is keep going, and then when
the inspiration really hits, starting using my gym membership again, which luckily
doesn't expire because Mr P works there.
So yes...roll on tomorrow, as I roll out of bed, rub the sleep from my eyes, the smile quickly fading from my face, and I remember what I need to do.

Tuesday, 28 June 2011

A Home With My Name on It...part two

YAY.....We found it, finally after weeks of waiting, looking, with 6 days to go before we moved out of our rental, we found a HOME WITH MY NAME ON IT.
On Sunday someone asked how i was doing, and if we had found a house yet....I answered with
"I am dong well now...last week I was a bit mental and stressed and was telling God
what I thought of his lack of faithfulness......then i got my period!!!!!" Yes
suddenly all was well in the world again and I was back to relaxed mode, of "I'm
sure there is a house out there for us somewhere"
When I tell friends that little story they all laugh, girlfriends that is, we all
understand, we all know what we can be like before our delightful "friend" visits.
Any way I continued telling my friend on Sunday,
"If God created the world in just 7 days, then finding a home for me in 6 will be
easy peasy"
And guess was
Sunday night I got rung by two different friends, offering homes for us to live.
Yay......with 6 days to go, GOD PROVED HIS FAITHFULNESS TO US.
I know I go on about God, but in the last few years I have been clinging on to my life with a mere
string, and if I didn't have faith in something I am sure I would have jumped off
a long time ago.
My faith in God has been my anchor that has kept me stable, from going too insane,
more insane than I am already, my friends would say.
Anyway, I am now busy packing up more boxes, and reassuring my children that it
will all be ok, and probably reassuring myself as well.
see you soon

Tuesday, 14 June 2011

Jethro's Story

Life is a journey. Sometimes we take part of that journey against our will.
Our journey is begun for us by those who conceived us. Later on down the track
we continue it ourselves. The choices and decisions we make determine where
we are and who we are today.

My journey had been one that had made me the person I was, based on the decisions I had made and the experiences I had been through.

But then I became pregnant, and for 9 months I shared an intimate journey with
my son Jethro.

From the very beginning, he was determined to stay around. HE SEEMED TO HAVE A
STORY TO TELL. He was conceived, even though it wasn't the right time of month,
he decided to stick even when I bled really heavily for the first 6 weeks.
Then we went for our 20 week scan where we were told the Jethro was probably
missing his lower jaw and had a kink in his spine, He also had a very small
stomach which ment he probably wasn't swallowing, and could possibly have
trouble breathing when he was born. We could have ended his journey then. We
briefly considered it. Coming home from the scan where we had said "NO" to
a termination, we said."Should we?" And when I considered it again myself
out loud, my little boy, only 20 weeks old gave me the biggest kick in the
gut - and I knew HE had an opinion too. He wanted to stay around, and we
knew we had to continue.

Jethro had an amazing time within me - he had a HUGE swimming pool to move
around in, which he definitely made the most of. By the end of my pregnancy
I was equivalent to someone carrying full term with triplets. When my waters
broke 10 litres of fluid were released instead of the normal 1 to 2.

Every scan we had after that initial one, we tried to see his chin and his mouth. But every time without fail, Jethro tried to cover it up. He either had one
or both his hands covering it up. He was even born with his hand in his mouth,
as if he had a secret. We loved this about his personality, Almost as if to
SEE ME?" We loved this delightful side of his personality. Jethro knew he
was loved and wanted.

I was so SAD to say goodbye to my baby boy, who I had such dreams for. I
wanted to believe the scans were wrong. and I truly believed Jesus could
heal my son - but He didn't in the WAY I was hoping. When Jethro was born,
I was glad that he didn't have to attempt to breath outside my womb - to see
him struggle and fight to stay alive would have been heartbreaking. I am so
GRATEFUL the decision was taken from us - and he was at peace.

This journey has been long and difficult in a whole lot of ways, but I have
learned so much from being Jethro's Mum. I HAVE LEARNED TO LOVE MORE
have learned to accept difficult situations. I have asked "WHY" Why is
this happening to us? Why would God allow it to happen? BUT MY TRUST
IN GOD HAS NEVER WAVERED. I have learned to care more deeply than ever
before, and through my own suffering, I can empathize and care for and
begin to recognize the suffering in others. God is growing in me more
tolerance, respect, empathy and more intimate love. AND I AM GRATEFUL.

It was a long and difficult 20 weeks. I thought the end would never come.
But it did and it is over. And I am so relieved. Even though it was
incredibly hard and sad, I feel so blessed to have carried him for
over 39 weeks and we had him for as long as we did

Jethro has a story to tell, and now you are part of that story, and my
hope is that you might keep his story in your heart, and share it with
those who need to hear it.

Love Misty.

Monday, 13 June 2011

A Home With My Name on It.

I have found myself de-cluttering today, chucking away things
I don't need anymore, broken toys, and lots of other crap
that one has, after 9 years of living in one place.

I'm still amazed at how much "stuff" we have. I went to Hong Kong
with one suitcase, when I returned to NZ in 2002,I bought back
half a shipping crate, plus a husband and newly adopted 8 year
old son...and now, well the eyes are just boggling.

I am finding a need to de-clutter and throw away at the moment
because in 3 weeks we will be shifting from our "home",
to live somewhere else.

This home is our first "family" home, we bought Scooby here from HK,
we bought Ennybelle home from the hospital,and Potato,
well he was born on the kitchen floor. And then there's Jethro
and all the memories we have of his short life - I know we
will take all those memories with us, but it is still hard
to leave this place.

Probably harder, because we have no-where to go yet - we just
can't find a place to live, a place to rent, in our area. And I
tell you , we have looked.

But as crazy as it is, I know it will all work out, and I just know
in my heart, there is a home out there "WITH MY NAME ON IT" - I
have this peace in my heart, that it is all under control,even
tho my head contradicts this often - and reminds me "its only 3 weeks"

If God can provide food for the birds, and dress the lillies in the field,
then I just know, for me, his daughter he will provide a shelter
for my family.

So here I am, beginning to de-clutter, throw way, and box up my 'stuff'
in anticipation for the big move in 3 weeks to
"A Home With My Name on It"


Monday, 30 May 2011

Being Jethro's Mum

Being Jethros mum was probably
one of the most saddest times
in my life
But so totally lifechanging.

Being Jethro's mum totally took
me out of my comfort zone
and placed me in a warzone
totally different from ever before

Being Jethro's mum taught me to enjoy
every moment with him
and appreciate every day
I with him in my womb.

Being Jethro's mum made me love
more intimately than ever before.

Being Jethro's mum has made me
how very much

Being Jethro's mum has helped me
accept difficult situations-
sure I still ask Why? Why is this happening?
Why would God allow it?
But being Jethro's mum has taught me
to have an unwavering trust in God.

Being Jethro's mum I have learnt to
care more deeply
than ever before.

Being Jethro's mum, I have learnt that
through my own suffering,
I can empathize and care for, and
begin to recognize the suffering
in others.

Being Jethro's mum has taught me
tolerance and respect in the decisions
others to make in their own crisis.

Being Jethro's mum has taught me
to love and appreciate my husband
and children
like never before.

Being Jethro's mum has taught me
to make the most of every moment
I have on this earth,
but look forward to the day
I will be reunited with my son in heaven
and finally get to hold him in my arms again.

Being Jethro's mum is WONDERFUL.


Sunday, 29 May 2011


This could be a week like any other
but is not
because its a week of memories
memories of a week 3 years ago.
Three years ago, on 4 June
 my little boy came into the world
to instantly say goodbye.
And I am feeling sad
because I am thinking about how much fun it would have been
to celebrate his 3rd birthday party with him.

An bit from my diary at the time:
"Bittersweet-I want to go into labour, but I don't want to say goodbye-I
want this baby to live, to be healed.
Midwife thinks it may this weekend-its a hard thing to feel excited about-cos
I'm not sure if it means saying goodbye"

I am thankful that my little man didn't have to try to live outside my womb
because it would have been heart breaking to watch
BUT it would have been nice to say hello before I had to say goodbye.

Bear with me this week my friends as I talk about my little boy
its all memories, bittersweet memories, wonderful memories
of my little boy, who was created beautifully
and magnificently by a loving God who placed him in me for a purpose.


Wednesday, 25 May 2011

Pens and Papers

I have always written my thoughts down on paper
that is
if i could remember them when i woke up
sometimes i do
and othertimes, they are gone like a distant dream
sorta on the surface
but not quite!
Lately alot has been scrambling in this old mind of mine
a whole lot to think out
all at that midnight hour
when i would really like to be sleeping.
Its a time of transition in our family
our home is sold, scooby has left school,
Potato has just started and my baby would have been turning 3.
My friend is having a crisis pregnancy, to which i can personally relate,
so with that is coming memories from a not so distant past.
Family and friends are having financial meltdowns
and spiritual ones too.
All this to mull over
In that midnight hour.
But it will all be ok
I know it will
I have been given a promise
By the one who loves me
And I know that I don't have to find all the answers
By myself!


Saturday, 21 May 2011

Welcome to My Midnight World

Me and Mr P

I'm Misty and I've been talked into blogging!
I imagine I'll be posting a lot at midnight. Hence the name.
Raving about the various things going on in my mind and all manner of random thoughts.

The Usual Suspects LtoR: Potato, Scooby and Enybelle

This is my midnight world.
This is my Midnight Blog.

Love Misty