Well I've finally caught up with the times and joined Facebook. I've been meaning to get around to it since Peter's sister Gayle was here last July. But it's been one of those things low on the priority list. I've also been invited to join by a couple of other old acquaintances.
Then last week I discovered (while playing around with www.pipl.com) that my best friends all have Facebook pages and never told me, nor invited me to be their online friend. How rude!
So I've joined up and already have almost 20 friends. I feel so important! ;-)
Still trying to figure a lot of it out though. Not sure if I'll get a myspace or bebo page. Definitely NOT going to use Twitter.
-Megz
28 April 2009
23 April 2009
Patience is a Virture
If someone has a lot of patience they are said to have the patience of a saint.
So what do you call someone who doesn't have much patience? The patience of a sinner?
No, a three-year-old.
Kathleen has no patience at all. She can't fathom time or how long something will take. Every night she asks how long it will be until morning and then her eyes well up with tears as she says it takes so long and that sometimes the sun doesn't want to come up. Some mornings at breakfast she asks when it will be dinner time (usually this is because she wants to watch television while I'm cooking dinner).
I used to think I had a lot of patience. That's one of the reasons I decided to have kids, because I thought I would have a lot of patience and be good at it. HA! I have since discovered I don't have any patience at all. Not when it comes to my girls anyway. I can lose my temper very, very easily these days.
-Megz
So what do you call someone who doesn't have much patience? The patience of a sinner?
No, a three-year-old.
Kathleen has no patience at all. She can't fathom time or how long something will take. Every night she asks how long it will be until morning and then her eyes well up with tears as she says it takes so long and that sometimes the sun doesn't want to come up. Some mornings at breakfast she asks when it will be dinner time (usually this is because she wants to watch television while I'm cooking dinner).
I used to think I had a lot of patience. That's one of the reasons I decided to have kids, because I thought I would have a lot of patience and be good at it. HA! I have since discovered I don't have any patience at all. Not when it comes to my girls anyway. I can lose my temper very, very easily these days.
-Megz
01 April 2009
My birthday present
My birthday present ... A 6 week old border collie puppy.
We couldn't agree on a name for him for the first week. It came down to Muppet (Peter and Kathleen's choice), Timmy (my choice) or Doe-Do pronounced as in Doe [Female Deer] - Do [as it Just Do It] (Victoria's choice).
Popular opinion among those polled chose Timmy as the name but I'm still taking votes in the comments section.
Getting him was a mission. We drove 5(?) hours to Rotorua [with questions of "are we there yet" after only 20 minutes] to look at one puppy and decide he wasn't what we wanted, and then another hour to Te Puke where we found Timmy. And then 5 1/2 hours home again that night with the girls sleeping in the car, and the puppy whining for part of it, getting home at 1.30am.
Now we just gotta teach him not to go toilet inside the house and not to jump on or chew on the children. Victoria is starting to show interest in the potty - I wonder who will be house-trained first - Victoria or Timmy?
-Megz
We couldn't agree on a name for him for the first week. It came down to Muppet (Peter and Kathleen's choice), Timmy (my choice) or Doe-Do pronounced as in Doe [Female Deer] - Do [as it Just Do It] (Victoria's choice).
Popular opinion among those polled chose Timmy as the name but I'm still taking votes in the comments section.
Getting him was a mission. We drove 5(?) hours to Rotorua [with questions of "are we there yet" after only 20 minutes] to look at one puppy and decide he wasn't what we wanted, and then another hour to Te Puke where we found Timmy. And then 5 1/2 hours home again that night with the girls sleeping in the car, and the puppy whining for part of it, getting home at 1.30am.
Now we just gotta teach him not to go toilet inside the house and not to jump on or chew on the children. Victoria is starting to show interest in the potty - I wonder who will be house-trained first - Victoria or Timmy?
-Megz
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