Yes…you both have a responsibility…

BOTH OF YOU – a very important task you have at hands.

Calling out to you both with my last drop of energy….

Please…D & H…..remind me that I brought it upon myself.

I can no longer be strong… not by myself anyways.
I can no longer be forgiving…not on myself anyways.
I can no longer find direction…not by myself anyways.

I can just ‘no longer’….

Remind me…I plead you (and I don’t usually ask, let alone beg)

Continue to walk with me, please.


Conclusion: DPCTD

Deeply Problematic Catastrophic Traumatic Disaster – $15.00.

Danny – have much have you contributed today?  Hazel and I have probably contributed to another $100 to the savings towards the money that should be donated for good cause.

Deeply problematic – $1.00
Catastrophic – $2.00
Traumatic – $3.00
Disaster – $4.00

*Every time the whole phrase is mentioned, altogether, it is an additional $5.00.

I can almost hear World Vision thanking us for our million dollar contributions in the past 48 hours.

If only money could solve the problem, it would not have been a problem in the first place.

Thank you for listening….and for allowing me to share with you my opinions and feelings.
H and D, we will hold hands and walk through it together….thank you for being there for me….

It has been deeply painful and I challenge my heart to endure more every day but it is tiring.  I’m sure I’m not the only one feeling this.  So, lift me up and pull me forward when I fall behind ..and let’s walk together.

A and I……thank you for thinking about me.  Unspoken love and care is the toughest of all; I appreciate it.



Shopping by myself….again (aaaarrrggghhh!!! stop me).

Coffee at Lane Cove….3 silly girls in public trying their best to hold their tears…
Isa cried and laughed at the same time.

Night falls and 2 silly girls head out in skimpy, skin tight, little dresses and walk back and forth George Street – from drinks at Hemmesphere to pigging out at Maccas.

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Thanks, Hazel, for taking my most frustrated mind off things.  I had fun..

[looking sideways and keeping up with our pace on Pitt Street] “ooooo…hi are you?….” [then trips over a tile and laughs at himself.  Jo and Hazel tries sooo hard to keep a straight face but eventually duck behind a corner outside Hilton pissing ourselves]

[standing at the lights at George Street  Myer]
“……where are you from?…”
“…really?….blah blah blah…how old are you? 18?” [Hazel could no longer contain her laughter]

[walking towards Hemmesphere]
“oooo….can we be your tour guides in Sydney?”
“me no Engrish…” [HHAHHAHA]

Too much to handle at the moment…. too much change; it’s almost too hard to adapt.