Is it Tuesday?

What day is it? I have been so confused since. wow. christmas.

Update on Piper first:  he had recovered from his magic mushroom episode and was safe (but remained disorientated) at home, and was attacked by a couple of neighbourhood bullies, he appeared at the back steps covered in blood, instigating another trip to the after hours vet.  Stapled and bandaged and still on antibiotics post mushroom feast, he is going really well now, and owes me a few dollars. Felicity has her splint off also ( i may have mentioned this before) and is walking really well.  She has a sports splint on through the day, should she decide to take a bolt around the back yard, she has a little support.

Christmas day went off with a bang.  We had Santa Fever, Dad had some other illness and couldnt make it, which was sad, we missed him.  Loads of love and laughter, very little dessert.  There was a breakdown in communications and no one made dessert, fortunately we had a packet of white chocolate Tim Tams and a Ginger Bread house i didnt want to demolish, it was so perfect.  The kids were excited about crushing it, as they were with smashing santa with a stick.  Yes we had a pinjata.  We didnt leave the house all day, it was nice for a change.

Roll on new years, it was a quiet one, a few close friends came over, everyone seemed to have their own plans this year, a first for a while and this was kind of sad.  Our beautiful 'pommie' neighbours organised a game of cricket, there was Pimms and Cucumber sandwiches, and a million other things to eat and drink.  It was a great day with loads of laughs.

I am still not smoking, i think that i have replaced the cigarettes with alcohol.  Really, i know i can be the Queen of binge aka Boozy Von Drunk Alot, on occasions, i can admit that i do love a binge, and also why i loved Vegas.  But this night i cut myself off at 1/2 bottle of vodka/red bull, i was proud of this decision, except that i found out the next day i had just switched to Turkey because i was out of red bull.  I know this because i posted it on FB that night. Together we shot zambucca and apple schnapps (apparently) and the Axe lit up Bundy OP to prove it was the real deal, that the table wouldnt burn and that we could also encourage him to snort it up his nose.  After this was done (and please dont try this at home), and we could smell his nose hairs, i also thought his head was on fire, but it was one of the partiers cigarettes behind him, waving smoke which appeared to be coming out of his ears, everyone went to bed.  I did not.  The Axe and i sat up and i believe i was speaking a huge amount of shit resulting from overindulgence of alcoholic bevvies since lunchtime at the cricket, and it is now about 2 am.  I dont remember going to bed, i woke up and got in my swimmers and jumped in the pool, the hangover kicked in soon after and my fellow revellers who were all quite healthy the next day decided on a road trip.  Excellent.  Not. There was also alot of solutions to my problem:  "you should eat something" "you need to get up and move around".  No.  I have had hangovers like this for 20 years at least.  Miffy will remember the long trips back to Lismore with all the vomit stops.  I think i know what is best for my hangover.  Go to bed.  Get up and vomit. Go to bed.  Get up and vomit.  Continue in this sequence for next 12 hours.  Declare that you will never drink again and pray for someone to come in and kill you.  I requested suffocation by drowning in the morning swim (i knew the day would be ordinary). 

To prove a point, i grabbed a sausage, and ate it while i walked down the road.  Didnt work.  Dog ate the vomit.

Anywho, road trip was fun, we impromptu camped at Somerset Dam.  By impromptu i mean each family through some food in an esky, a tent, something to sleep on and a spare set of clothes.  I got to lay in the back while we drove the 2.5 hour trip.  We all went because we thought i was only an hour away.  Wasnt.  We set up camp.  We had no mattresses, no BBQ, no lights.  We did have cheese, sausages, chips and trifle.  Bad start.   So when we got desperate and sent the boys to get KFC (for hangover) from Kilcoy (i had googled Kilcoy KFC to make sure it was there), they came home with Hamburgers.  Guess what.  No KFC in Kilcoy.  It helps to open the page when you google as these probably all said that there is not KFC anywhere near Kilcoy.  Bummer.  Also can you imagine me eating trifle in the dark?  I am terrified of soggy cake. I am not sure if i have blogged about this before, one for the list if i have not, just to clarify the situation with food phobias.
While camping with your dearest friends is fun, this was particularly funny.  We had been ill prepared and spent the whole time laughing about it.  I had sore ribs from laughing.  We hugged trees and sat in the dark.

I also decided that i am not a fan of skiing, or the process.  I like the surf.  I like to fish off boats, i get a bit anxious going fast, and it really looks like an expensive hobby where you could actually get really hurt everytime you fall off, or lack the ability to walk the next day because your muscles are aching from trying not to fall off.  The thing i did like is the camping deal and the fact that all the ski boats have glitter on them (nice touch) and really cool names, mostly to do with not having any money.  The boys enjoyed it, but it seems they all sit around alot waiting for a turn.  So i guess you also need to have your own boat, again, expensive hobby.  I thought i would pimp my horse float, or my surf board, put some glitter on it and then i could feel like part of the club? Cookie voted to buy a jetski, you could have two sitting on it, and tow two: fun family outing.  Yep if you dont crash into the other million people on the dam driving fast, apparently jet skis are to boats, what boogie boards are to surfers.  I am too anxious for such a sport.  I am trying to have this anxiety diagnosed and have some drugs dispensed to help me survive, will keep you posted on the outcome. Perhaps should go back for Hypnosis with Miss I, it seems we could sort out our whole lives through hypnotherapy.  Nice.