Can't Touch This!

M.C Hammer was onto a good thing when he brought to us the marvel of Hammer Pants. Well...that's what I'm calling them anyway. Some may call them harem pants. Whatever you call them, they are THE most comfortable pants I have ever worn. I bought some in the childrens section in Target yesterday for under $12. I picked up a Size 12, as this is usually what I take in kids jeans. Should have bought the 10's as the waist is a little loose. The thought that I can fit into a childrens size 10 is making my ano-brain very happy. Last time I bought a t-shirt from the kids section in Target I bought a 9 and it fits well. I usually buy 12's. I have decided that maybe Target's sizes are on the big side, but still, those smaller numbers make me happy.
I wonder if this way of thinking ever goes?
Despite all the messy bits around the peripherals of our lives at the moment, we seem to be finding many things to have good belly laughs over.....usually at my expense, because for some reason the filter between my brain and my mouth seems to have gone on hiatus lately.
Chloe calls them "Leisa moments".
This is yesterday's contribution:
I was picking Georgia up from school and had a couple of shopping bags in the car with me.
Leisa: "Georgia, look! I bought Hammer Pants!"
Georgia: "I hate Hammer Pants!"
Leisa: "Oh! I love them. You could drop a bog in them and no one would know."
Georgia: "MUM!" *starts laughing hysterically*
Leisa: "Oh. My. Gosh! I can't believe I said that!"
*cue hysterical, maniacal laughing all the way home*
We laughed so hard our eyes were running and our bellies were sore. I have no idea why I said it! I can't even imagine my own mother saying such stupid things when I was fifteen, but for some reason I do. Now I've only just got to mention my Hammer Pants and we all just lose the plot at home.
I really AM a lady you know. Truly. I am!

Whole

I'm realising that I am having quite intense inner reactions to some things...and they tend to pop out verbally from time to time. I think some of this may have to do with still living in limbo - waiting for The Man to move out so that I can just get on with things. He's looking for a place, but so far nothing has suited....
Anyway, I am kind of tired of dealing with people greeting me with, "Hi Leisa! How are you? And how's J?"

Now I know this is a normal greeting, but it's getting on my last nerve.
Today it really got to me. I went to church with CHW this morning. *sigh* Possibly not a clever thing to do in my current state of mind, but I'm still struggling with letting go of the mindset that I should turn up. I noticed a couple from the past were there again. I hadn't seen them for a very long time but I do remember that their marriage had been in the toilet because of the husband cheating on the wife.

What's with that guys? Why can't you all just keep it in your pants? Why marry someone if you're not willing to commit to her totally?

I'm off track....

Anyway, this couple walked out behind CHW and I as we were heading back to the car. As I was helping CHW in the back the man stopped and said hi and that it had been a long time. I said hello and agreed.

He then said, "And how's your better half?"

Something in my brain just clicked. I looked him in the eye and said, "He's not my better half."
He is not my better half.

He was never the other half of me.

I have always been, and will always be, whole on my own.

This is not my reality as yet. This is not something I have embraced and run with and held as my own, but I know and accept that it is the truth and one day I plan on knowing this truth in full and living it.

I want to get to the place where I am so completely content and happy being just me. I just want to be happy, surrounded by family and friends who love me and I them, contributing to the community in some way, exploring my own faith and spirituality.

I want to live my wholeness.

Simplifying with technology



Chloe and me.



Now there's an updated photo of yours truly for you. This is my second daughter - not my youngest as shown in my profile picture. This was taken last night, playing around with my new iPhone4 and the Instagram application. Now that I've enlarged it I can see how grainy it is! :(

Just after making the statement that I'd love to simplify my life I go and buy a lovely little piece of technology. Go figure. However I have justified it by saying that I kind of have simplified life a little. Instead of having a phone, an iPod and a camera in my handbag I now have all these things wrapped up in one small, flat piece of technology. If I wanted to simplify things even further I could download ebooks and have one less thing in my bag.

Noooooooo! I shudder at the thought! I love the feel and smell of a book in my hands. I love flicking through the pages. Books are like my old friends. Always have been. I've been despairing lately, seeing bookstores closing everywhere. Do people still read, or are they becoming e-bookers?

I do love my iPhone though. The 75 minute train journey home now simply flies by as I catch up on emails, read blogs, see what's happening on Facebook and play with some Angry Birds. 

What did I do without it?