The Notebook – Take 2

So, a few years ago someone told me I MUST watch ‘The Notebook’ because it was an amazing movie and had the hottest actor in the planet. Now, I can’t remember if it was Crystal or Kim but it was one of them because no one else ever suggested such movies to me. They both (in my opinion) had terrible taste in movies.

Crystal made me watch some movie about a guy who was the weirdest and most annoying person on the planet. Hang there while I google what that was….

Ok, I gooogled ‘most boring movies ever’ and it didn’t come up but it was about a guy who spoke really slowly and had cows or llamas or something.

Then comes Kim who told me to watch a war movie and acted out a scene from the movie where a mum learns her son has died in the war. I am sure it was very traumatic in the movie but because Kim had given me her version of it, and that I watched the movie on a date, it didn’t end well. I was in absolute effin hysterics when the knock on the door happened and the mum was told her son was dead. My poor date was looking at me like I was crazy as she groaned… just as Kim had demonstrated but the bloody mother in the movie kept the groan up and I was in such a fit of giggles that it was adamant this guy (my date) was sure to see me as a non feeling crazy woman who saw death as a comedy.

Then comes the notebook. I feel it may have been Crystal who told me to watch it but in any case, when I watched it, how ever many years ago, I needed a sick bucket next to me. It was the most pathetic and stupid movie I had even watched (at that time).

Tonight, it was on the free to air TV and as I was ‘gaming’ on Facebook, I let it play in the background.

Enter …. Emotions.

The majority of the movie had no effect on me. Young love, is everywhere, every circumstance etc. That has no effect on me. What DID have an effect on me was Noah, days gone past.

SPOILER ALERT… IF you have not seen the movie, do not read on….

So, I have seen Dr Hands care for me and nurture me through this cancer crap, feed and water me, love me and put up with my anger and irrational crap that comes out. So comes the part of the movie when Noah is  reading to Allie and I cry. Thank goodness Dr Hands is up the other end of the house because he would have a field day with my tears and weakness.

It made me realise I do not want my Dr Hands to have to deal with anything else, physically, emotionally or mentially reltated. He has done his time looking after me with cancer/chemo and soon radiotherapy. Please do not let him have to put up with me with Dementia/Alziemers.

This is what made me cry. The fact that this amazing ‘tough guy’ has put everything on hold, our garden, house improvements, motorbike …. to care for me. I cant stand the idea of him having to care for me if I even got the old age illness.

So, who ever it was that made me watch this movie initially, had it at the wrong time. Now, I know what it is to be loved, to be wanted and cared for. I didn’t understand that before but now I do.

Tonight I cried watching a ‘chick flick’.

Oh goodness, what next….?

And just one more thing, I still think ‘young Noah’ is icky. He is not a sex symbol to me apart from the fact he worked in a lumber yard, just like my Sam xxxxx

Sleep Sleep and Kelly

Nope, nothing interesting has happened this week … oh except this.

Remember how I said that I am not really a movie person? I dont like going to the movies, in fact, it is probably the worst place you can take me to. I rarely even watch a TV show to it’s entirety let alone a movie but this week, yesterday in fact, I watched 2.5 movies.

1st movie I watched was Saving Mr Banks and I totally loved it. What a great movie. 2nd movie was Lucy. Freaked me out to no end but I really loved it too. Bit icky in some points but loved it all the same. 3rd Movie was Grace of Monaco but there was too much political stuff that confused me so I only watched half of it. I am not a big fan of Nicole Kidman as an actress. I find her drab. Dull. She is a nothing on the screen to me.

This week has seven days. Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday are supposed to be mine and I had two tasks to do on one of these three days. They are to take the vacuum to the electrical shop (the one you used to work at Annette) because the pet turbo nossel isn’t working and the 2nd thing I want to do is to ………come on down, lets go shopping!


I am not sure if you read about the amazing daughter Accalia and friends Mia and Nicole and many more who went on a fundraiser to raise money just for me. Yes, there had been money raised for me before by my work being Bendigo and Adelaide Bank and they bought me the most wonderful and needed and wanted items. Things being beautiful new pyjamas, a Peter Alexander shrug, breast cancer glass house candle, $70 coles/myer voucher, funny fake boobs, a donation of $50 to the Breast Cancer Research foundation and more. AND this fund raiser was money to spoil myself with. All for me. Over $400 to indulge and not worry about the mounting medical bills, mortgage, petrol etc. This was specifically for me!

So, when I was dropping the vacuum off (which hasn’t happened due to chemo related illness) I was going to go and find my camera that I had been drooling over for a year. It is a Nikon P600. It is amazing. 60x zoom, wi-fi and so much more. I have been a mystery shopper for a while to get extra cash and this was presented to me at one of my jobs but do you think anyone sells it now? Geeez oh no, that would be too amazing. I struggle to pay full price for anything. I love to bargain and beat the sales person down and if you buy on line, you can’t really do that.

Harvey Norman (this is not a paid advert for this company) was the company during my mystery shop that showed me this particular camera but I chatted with a guy on line the other night and he said they no longer sell them.

Shit. This is the one I want! So I am going to have to go into the store and speak to someone and find something similar or the same because I really really liked it. For a year I have wanted this camera. Drooled over it in fact.

What really pissed me off about this camera is that FFIL (future father in law) came over one day and blow me down with a feather but didn’t he have the camera I have been drawling over!!

Other than all that, I have planned my wedding (in my head while in bed trying to sleep), planned an idea for the Cambodia squares and the absolutely amazing knitting done by my mate Gilda for a snuggle cushion.

While laying in bed, it isn’t always sleep but sometimes it is like just laying there in a coma. My body can’t or wont move but my brain is so active. I can plan world peace in a night off no sleep. But the following day, I dream of the most sexiest of scenes, the most daring of action escapes from villains and so on. I have always had very amazing and memorable action packed dreams so I am lucky when I am in a 12 hour sleep fest (sorry for those who dont get these eg Junebugs mum Mia), and I am also lucky that I remember all of these dreams.

Poor Dr Hands, that good old value pack doesn’t get much use because Chemo takes away any kind of libido one once had but boy, does it get used up in my dreams……

Here is my now calm girl after we rescued her from the terrible winds outside. Australia, right now, is winter and the wind storms we have had up here in Meadows have been terrible. There are two things that Kelly absolutely hate and one is fireworks and the other, wind. She wouldn’t even eat her dinner tonight until we bought her, and her dinner, inside to eat. If anyone who owns a staffy knows that if a staffy wont eat, there is something terribly wrong…..

Kelly all but lives inside but I must separate Kelly and Brady at dinner time because piggy Kelly will get it all and Brady would just fade away. Now, we have had to rethink out dinner plans for Kelly and think we will now feed her in the garage or laundry, out of the wind and weather. Our poor precious baby…. hehe. Looks and acts as tough as Arnie or Sylvester Stalone but when it comes to her two fears, is as precious as a new born kitten 🙂

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Just so you know, we do have a washing machine but Dr Hands has his day job pants on …. I’m a Lumberjack and I’m OK….