Missing

I've lost people in this life. Loved ones who have passed over.
I miss them....but I know they loved me....I know that they know that I loved them...and I am sure that their love stays with me, in my heart. They stay with me.
I have never lost someone I love, who is still here on this earth, but is simply lost to me.
It's a grief you can't really grapple with, can't come to terms with.
To know there is someone at the other end of the press of the send button that you really, really want to tell something to...really, really want to ask a question of...really, REALLY want to know if they're OK.
But you can't.
How do you get through that? How do you move on?
Bleeaagh!

I FLY Monkey!

If you love someone, set them free.
But more importantly, tell them you love them.
Tell them the joy they have brought you.
Let the ones you love go *with love*
Love is all that matters <3

Oooooooh!....

I do love a good old fashioned thunderstorm!
I'm all snuggled up....safe, dry and warm...probably going to lose power soon.
No better reason to shut the lids and drift off into dreamland...
All that's missing is my spoon!

A funny thing happened on the road to Akaroa....

In Christchurch we met up with a couple of old friends, Richard and Rocky, Classic All Blacks who don't come up to the Classic in Bermuda any longer so it was good to catch up. We met them in Richard's pub Speight's Alehouse on Bealey where we were treated like queens with all the drinks and food and attention!

The next day Richard was going to take me for lunch and show me around Christchurch. You know, it's interesting that none of the other girls wanted to go on these little tikki tours I did. Everywhere we went the people we knew were really keen to show us around. I know from living in Bermuda that a tourist will see a very different side of a place when shown around by a local so I took full advantage and took them all up on their offers while the other girls went shopping or on homogenised Lord of the Rings tours...and then they wondered where I took all my great photos! Uh, duh!
Anyway, we still had the morning to fill and Richard suggested that we take a drive out to Akaroa, even though they were not doing the dolphin tours at that time of year it was still a beautiful place and worth a look-see. Since it was only a 45 minute drive out of Christchurch we decided this was a good idea. And it was. Akaroa is a gorgeous little town and high on the list of places to spend more time in....next time!As we got out of the city and into the countryside we encountered some pretty heavy local traffic. Yes, this farmer is herding the cattle from a dirt bike!

And here, with the sheep, this happened about four times with different herds and was hilarious.....

So, all these animals in the road got me to thinking. We had spent the whole day before driving from one side of the South Island to the other, stretches and stretches of road, and not once had we hit anything...or even seen any roadkill. Very strange considering this... Really? Could have fooled me, we hadn't seen a one!

Driving back from Akaroa we saw signposts for the "Scenic Summit Route" and figured, why not? (Well the answer to that is that it takes for-bloody-ever!!) It was worth it for the 'scenic'...

...but we're still not sure that we ever got to a 'summit'.

On the way down from the "Scenic No-Summit Route" conversation turned back to the subject of roadkill, or rather the lack of roadkill sightings and as we turned a corner....you know what's coming, don't you?....yup. Roadkill. I don't know what I was expecting. Here in Bermuda we are well used to seeing squashed toads, rats, sometimes birds, and even, sadly, the odd cat. And for some reason I thought possums were cute little things. So I was not expecting this.....

WARNING: Image may disturb you. Unless you are a Kiwi.

This thing was HUGE. And there was blood??? We didn't hit it. During the whole trip, practically zig-zagging our way up and across both islands of New Zealand, we never hit a thing. But there it was in the middle of the road. So naturally, we all got out and took photos. As you do.

Our "Scenic No-sign-of-a-Summit Route" had added a good two, yes TWO, hours onto our return to Christchurch so my lunch plans were postponed to the evening and changed to a few drinks and a tour of the city. In the meantime us chics headed to the tattoo parlour and got busy with some serious inking. But that's another story....

Later, after my driving tour of down-town Christchurch, Richard drove up the Port Hills to show me the view of the city lights. Unfortunately it was bloody freezing and so not conducive to getting out of the car and checking out the view so we headed back down the hill to find a bar.

As we started off I told Richard the story about our road kill spotting that morning and he began to tell me how they were such a pest. So much so that kids learn to shoot by using possums as target practice....and yeah, they were major roadkill objects...and yet he himself, in his whole life in New Zealand, had never hit one. And just then....you know what's coming for sure this time, right?....THUMP!!

In hind sight it was absolutely hysterical how he freaked out! He was as horrified as I was!! But he said we had to go back and not leave it half dead and in pain. Whaaaaaat...?????? was my thought! So, we turn around and head back up the hill, driving really slowly and scanning the road ahead. Nothing. Richard reversed a bit and drove up again even slower as we concentrated on the sides of the roads. On my side it was just rock as the hill climbed upward and all of a sudden I spotted these two glowing lights in the brush. We stopped and in the headlights there was this possum, staring back at us. And I swear two things: 1. It was totally unharmed, as evidenced by the way it bounded up and through the brush and out of sight and; 2. It cut its eyes and flipped us the bird before leaving!!

We laughed all the way back to the hotel.

A few days later when we were stopped for petrol on the way from Wellington to Palmerston North I went into the station to buy a cup of tea. Next to the register was a whole counter-full of New Zealand's equivalent of the Beanie Baby. And here I found and bought my karmic redemption and apology to all possums of the world....meet Lil' Poss.....

He sat on the dashboard of our car for the rest of the trip.

We never saw another possum....dead or alive....and I will never again talk about roadkill while on a road trip. Never, ever again.

Saying so long to 2009....and heeeellllllooooooo 2010!!

I hope you enjoy these fireworks from the holiday celebrations here in Bermuda. This was also the finale of our island's 400th birthday celebrations, which have been going on all year.

Apologies in advance if you get a crick in your neck watching the video portion...I just could not figure out how to turn it around! And apologies also if you feel a tad seasick watching it....I was on a boat afterall, not the most stable place to film a video! Woops.

NB: Some of the still photo credits go to blackandcoke.com Most of mine were pretty rubbish.

The music is 'Time To Say Goodbye' by Sarah Brightman and Andrea Bocelli...a beautiful and fitting song for the end of one decade and the beginning of a brand spanking new one. It's generally believed that this is a sad song, only about saying goodbye. It is actually about love....letting go of loneliness, and heading off on a great adventure with someone you love. Oh yes it is!

One evening in Queenstown we went in search of the New Zealand substitute for Red Bull, since Jill can only function at about half capacity without it.
This is what we found........

Uh.....okey-dokey then.
Now, we did of course realise that this was not *actual* cocaine...doh!...we just thought it was strange that a company would think this was a good marketing strategy!
And then we read the label on the back.......


Do they really need to explain that??? "Idiot" is being kind I'd say!

In any case we bought it as Jill was in dire need of a pick-me-up....and it is FOUL! It tastes like utter piss!
So, my recommendation? Don't try it...no matter what you think it contains!

I want to fly like an eagle....

Here's a clip from a fabulous BBC show, 'Animal Camera', showing the bird's-eye-view of a Golden Eagle soaring over the stunning mountains of Argyle in west Scotland. Can't wait to get over there and watch some of these programmes in their entirety...or hopefully, maybe they'll sart airing them on BBC America!
Watching the bit where the Gosshawk is flying through the forest brought back memories of the simulated 'shuttle' ride at the Star Trek Experience in Las Vegas many years ago. Lucky it's a very short clip...and I haven't eaten lunch yet!
In any case, this is a must watch....
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lswBDZuL-8w

To puppy or not to puppy????....

...OK, so that's not the question really.....WHAT puppy is the question.

I've been asking and begging, begging and asking, but have realised that I won't be getting a Macy II or a Sierra............so I've resumed my search on this side of the world.........

This is what I have always wanted....

...but they need more than I can provide. Weimaraners need space. I have none. I could give all the love, attention and exercise but they need so much more. Boo for me :-(

So....my second choice, a Westie (West Highland Terrier). Aaaaaawwwww! Such an amazing dog. Period. And perfect for me. They need a good amount of regular exercise....great. But they don't need wide open spaces like the Weimies do. There's plenty puppies available. Do I bite the bullet?????????And then there's this little guy...this photo was sent to me with a 'happy new year' message from my friend, who knows I'm thinking about puppying-up. Does this mean I should be going for a dachshund? Or is this a MinPin???? Who cares....the cuteness sells!

Oh dear. Decisions, decisions, decisions.........

Doesn't the cuteness about kill ya?!