Boss: "Yeah so just have those stats emailed through by close of business."
Me: "Yeah cool bananas."
Boss: "What did you just say?"
Me: "I said yeah no worries...?"
Boss: "No you didn't. Repeat exactly what you just said to me."
Me: ".... I said... cool bananas..."
Boss: "Righto, into my office now."
Me: "For what? Saying 'cool bananas'? How is that a punishable offense?"
Boss: "The statement alone is fine, but every time you speak to me you include some kind of banana pun or euphemism, it's not appropriate and you've been warned by HR multiple times, now, please join me in my office".
Me: "Ok ok ok, someone has a banana jammed up their butt today! Sheesh Louise!"
Boss: "You know what? Just leave. You're fired."
Me: "Aight I was gonna peel off anyway, because you lot, are driving me bananas."
As you all know we celebrated our gorgeous girls life on Friday, it was everything Lisa wanted and more.
Lisa's request (instructions:) for a beautiful quaint Chapel near the water were met. It was forecast to rain but the sun shown brightly and the water was glistening just as she would have wanted. I strongly believe Lisa had something to do with this as there was no way she would compromise on the weather, she continues her control from up above.
The service was absolutely beautiful, the readings, the singing, the gorgeous slideshow Marianne had put together and of course our friends and family. Our family felt so much love and support on the day and I know Lisa would have been feeling it too. After the service Ava released 10 beautiful butterflies from their cage and one flew and landed directly onto my sister Bernie's yellow ribbon pin and another landed on Bec, Lisa's best friend. Lisa continued to let us know she was with us, comforting us right to the very end. And let's be honest, she wanted to ensure we didn't stuff up the organising as I'm sure she'd have let us know all about it.
The wake was just as good. One of Lisa's requests was to have a champagne toast in her honour which her Dad did beautifully. I know Lisa would have been sitting with a bottle of Mumm watching down on us, and she would have made sure that bottle was finished as she hated to waste it:).
Myself, Peter, Steven and Marianne have been absolutely blown away by the outpouring of Love, support, kindness and compassion shown by so many. Our house continues to look and smell like a flower shop which brings us such comfort. I know Lisa will be feeling so thankful as she always worried about how we get through this.
Wee Ava is doing well considering. She was so involved in all Lisa has been going through for the past 3yrs and we have always spoken openly to her about Lisa joining the Angels in heaven, she has accepted what's happened for now however I have no doubt she'll have tough days like us all.
I had a particularly tough night last night, I could feel it building up all day and just fell apart at bedtime. I miss her so much, the house can be full of people but I feel like the loneliest person in the world. It's so so hard to explain.
Many have asked me what I'm going to do with the blog. For now I intend to update you all how we are traveling. To shut it down I feel would be distracting all Lisa's hard work and the love she (and we) had for you all.
Sadly grief is the final chapter in a lot of cancer journeys, I would love to have had someone's perspective or shared grief experience at this time. If I can help even one person with their nightmare journey it'll be worth continuing.
This blog belongs to you all, please don't hold back with your opinion as we truly value it.
I will share some beautiful photos taken at Lisa's celebration service on the next blog along with the sideshow played.
We are so grateful for every single female staff member, whether they be on road paramedics, specialist doctors, flight nurses or corporate staff. Here’s a shout out to the amazing women of NSW Ambulance! #InternationalWomensDay
Thought I'd end a really positive day on social media by informing you all that Jaryd is taking the kids down to the beach house for the weekend. Without me. YES! A completely competent father taking his children away for the night so Mum can attend a birthday AND then work on Sunday. SHOCK HORROR! It's crazy, I know! 😏 My milk udders and I have been moo-ing.. I mean prepping away.. this is only half of what needs to go with him for 1 bubba! Those asking on snapchat - these are the @tommeetippeeaustralia express & go pouches and have an attachment straight to my TT pump. Now I'm going to enjoy my Saturday/Sunday and have the BEST time! [*complete lie: I'll have 6 anxiety attacks and cry at least 10 times. All good. Dad's totally got this👊🏻❤].
***Inspired Wedding*** " I had always loved the idea of having an outdoor summer wedding where we could have lots of trees and green space around us. " The handmade touches and romantic details of this sweet country wedding will make your heart sing http://polkadb.com/2mn0NeI
Love this awesome Unicorn Crochet Blanket and it's one of several fabulous patterns in our post. Check out the Unicorn Hat Scarf and the Unicorn Cape too. Click the link now :) http://thewhoot.com.au/crochet/unicorn-crochet-hat-scarf-pattern
You'll hear it all the time, but seriously... where the damn donkey balls did that time go? Florence, Florencia, Flossy, Flo-jo... our baby girl! 8 weeks old. You thoroughly enjoy our nightly moisturising sessions [see above], allowing us parents to forget you exist because you're so quiet, downing your bottles / boobies in record time [I thought your brother was a good eater... jesus we've got a piggy on our hands here] and letting your brother annoy you with endless affection - even when he goes too hard - without even squirming. My tough little cookie. Mums porcelain skin & very long legs.. and dads, well.. you've got dads everything else. #FlorenceCachia
"This is the reason why nurses are more burned out compared to other professions around us. In the end, nurses tend to leave the profession to gain a sense of relief from the emotional trauma of becoming the second victim themselves. Maybe it is a vicious world that we are actually hanging in. Maybe that is just how it is supposed to be. But does anybody really know how to take care of our nurses too?"
The #AustralianArmy helped lay to rest one of its own from World War One to his traditional homeland. Private Miller Mack was one of the nation’s aboriginal soldiers who fought in the 50th Battalion, made up of men predominantly from South Australia. He fought during the campaigns of 1917 at Messines where the huge mines under Hill 60 were detonated and led to the victories of the Anzacs and British troops there. (So large were the mines that the explosions were heard in Britain).
PTE Mack contracted pneumonia late in 1917 and was evacuated back to Australia. He never fully recovered and succumbed to his illness in 1919 and was buried at West Terrace Cemetery in Adelaide. When the military section of the cemetery was created, he was not included in it and so this injustice was rectified almost a century later.
A full military funeral saw PTE Mack laid to rest at the Raukkan cemetery near Victor Harbour near his homeland with members of Adelaide-based 7th Battalion, Royal Australian Regiment providing the funeral cortege and honour guard.
Unfortunately for Jason, this means his schooling will likely end upon the conclusion of grade ten, as the closest public high school is over 100km away. That’s providing he doesn’t enter the prison system before then.