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So.... is it wrong that I am concerned that the current political situation in America is gradually spiraling into a religious stand off.

With Trump being strongly represented by,as well as being a representative of the Christian Faithful. 

More and more I see, read, and hear religious quotes or people talking about prayer in regards to Trump. It worries me because segregation and feelings of rightful superiority for any race/religion is dangerous. 



Today I wandered

Most days I walk. I walk heaps. I walked past a letter box that read, No circulars please.... I wished I had a marker pen so I could finish the sentence with something like, I'm Vegan. My mind wanders even more than I do.



Crate day (lost in translation)

I've had a male Gang around me for over 20 years now. And I still dont understand how they think. 

Two boys, and a husband, I am very aware of their, let's just say ..... differences. Men think differently.

Let's go back to Crate day, a Kiwi tradition since circa 2005. The first Saturday in December is now crate day.. this is a crate beer-crate.png

The goal is to start the day with one of these and end it with an empty wooden box. It's not a big goal, it's not an enlightened goal, but it is a goal.

Crate day is not limited to just the males, many women attempt participation. So this blog is not about the beers.

It's about what happened after the beers... 

I have a young man in my house who apparently had a good time on Crate day, he has a black eye.

It involved boxing gloves, a back yard fight club, (I've seen the videos but I'm not allowed to talk about it) and him and his friends beating each other to a pulp.

Then they all went to the movies and McDonald's on Sunday, black eyes, bruising, and swollen chins.

Good times....good times...:unsure2:


Lizzie's Blog Day2

:ph34r: We are currently surrounded 

:ph34r: war appears imminent 

:ph34r: not sure if second helping of pudding was necessary 

:ph34r: please help us...

P.s. I'm ok, but Lizzy has no sense of humour at all, and talk about lazy, I had to dig the latrines and build the air raid shelter all by myself. I wish (.) was here. She gets s#!t done.


Day with the weirdos

"The ground will shake and houses will fall into the sea, ". These were the words of a woman at a crystal reading seminar I once went to. 

The seminar was $5 entry and an afternoon out, so I thought what the hey, let's do it. I will check it out for a laugh.

The seminar was full of well meaning people, most claiming some psychic ability, but this was highly, no, extremely highly, no, extremely highly enormously questionable . 

Anyway, I was sitting in a group and they were passing around runes. This one lady decides to do a reading for the woman sitting to my left. She closed her eyes. She held the runes. And proceeded to go into  full Edgar Cayce and predict the end of the world, complete with shrieks and embarrassing cries. I s**t you not.

The poor woman sitting next to me was petrified. I, on the other hand was angry. How dear that woman behave that way, how dare she frighten innocent people like that.

So I asked for the Runes and did a reading myself for the woman to my left. The three runes that turned up where, $, home, and a tree.

It was close to Christmas,  so I said, these represent your feelings about Christmas, $ represents the concerne about money. The home representing family and what is trully important. And the tree represents growth. My advice, perhaps don't have that second helping of pudding.

Life is too short to believe in weirdos.




at least they roll

So the Blogs never role in regularly, but atleast they roll in from time to time.

So far this year I have had the most un social social season ever. With Mr Kismit forgetting to let Mrs Kismit know where he was spending New Years Eve, so no party for me, I spent 3 days sleeping in the #spare bed after that and then of course cooking for the tourists who congregate in our quiet town is an evening job, so my nights are just begining by the time most people are heading home.

This may seem strange to those of you from the Northern Hemisphere, as late nights kind of linger in Winter. But for me it is Summer and everyone has eaten, sunned themselves and consumed just enough alcohol to enduce a dull sleepy euphoria by the time I get home.

There are two more things I wish to blog, firstly and most importantly Sir Edmund Hillary passed away a few hours ago. As I get older I am less upset by the death of people but I believe it is worthy of note and secondly my ex is getting married. I can't believe how jealous I was when I heard. She is one very lucky young lady.

Maybe one day I will have my emotions properly under control.

Then again I hope not. I like the passionate side of who I am. :)

#Mighty comfortable that spare bed, best 3 days sleep I've had in a long time.


You see there was this skinny guy, on a push bike, wearing glasses. The kind of guy who's arms seem way to long for the rest of his body. And the thing about his arms was that they appeared to have a completely detatched mind of there own. You know the body stayed stiff and straight and the arms just sort of wobbled around his knee line all by themselves.

Oh, I should at this point say I was at the Supermarket and this guy was out the front. And it wasn't his mismatched limbs I noticed it was his T.Shirt.

His T.Shirt was black it had 3 letters on it, it said F.B.I.!!

I didn't believe him, not after I noticed the home made chip board trolley attatched to the back of his bike. I figure real F.B.I. agents would have a trolley made of space aged polymer or teflon, not old chip board. Unless ofcourse this guy was under cover, but then why wear the T.Shirt?

Any how I get kinda scarred when I see people like that down the street and I try to make sure I walk at a safe but polite distance. I once lived in a city known as Dunedin, it was full of scary people who yelled at walls and smelled like they where perhaps yelling at the wall because they thought the wall had urinated on them.

Back to the story, I was almost in the supermarket and the guy leans toward me and says..."It's going to be tough going this afternoon" My mind raced, the evil inner me wanted to reply, " The sparrow flys west over Paruguay" just to see if this guy was using some kinda secret F.B.I. code but the scarred and more practicle side of me said,"Umm yes." and raced in behind the safety of the glass doors.

I think I have one of those faces that old people, small children and the slightly disasociative members of society are atracted to.

I feel like I wrote a Snuffy blog and I should end it with words like Be good to each other or somethin about chilluns, but I won't I think I'll just put in a disclaimer.

Disclaimer: Parts of this story may have been slightly exagerated for your my enjoyment, but the F.B.I. shirt was just so damn funny on that guy, I had to blog it.


The Darndest thing

Life is generally kinda good at the moment, ya know she's been a bit of a rollercoaster for me. Oddly enough I keep my thoughts and my personal life pretty tightly under wraps. It's just who I am. Independent to the extreme. I never had a great deal of support from anyone but me, so I keep it to myself.

However my bestest friend since we was like 11, Jods, I tell her everything and I love her to bits. It's her Birthday Today the 29th. And she's sitting on some beautiful beach on Sth Stradbroke Island drinking Wine in her Hello Kitty P.J.'s (I should have gone).

Then there's Dot.. Who doesn't love Dot? I love Dot. I would and do tell her everything she is my sounding board. I don't speak with her enough but I hope she knows what she means to me.

I once wrote a Blog about Angels working in mysterious ways. The night we had that awful accident, the Nurse who sat by my side reminded me of Dot and her name was Jodie both thoughts gave me incredible comfort.

Well Dotty, tis your Birthday on the 28th. And it's the darndest thing from my spot on the map. Both of you celebrate Today....


me ***oo



I have decided that it was time to redecorate the old Blog. Throw around some Art work and make the place a little more girlie. What do you think?

I liiiiiiiikkkkeeeee it... Mmhmmm yes indeedey yes I do... :wub:


Growing up

When I was a youngen. I was a total Bogan/Westie. Black jeans, flannel shirts, Holden cars and always some AC/DC * playing in the stereo.

I was an AC/DC addict, a purist. Bon Scott was my idol. Yeah sure he choked on his own vomit which is not a pretty way to die, but he gave the band the edge they needed. I never felt like they ever regained that edge after Brian Johnston took over. You know Back in Black was the last decent release they ever made. And I know Brian Johnston sang on the Album, But Bon Scott and Angus wrote the songs. And it was in the writing not the singing that the soul of AC/DC was born.

I grew up a little and discovered I liked being a girlie, I still love old Holdens but I no longer own any flannel, thanks be to the Gawds. But today I was browsing an old friends blog and she was playing a song that was just what I needed to hear. So I'm bringin it over to my blog to share the love.

Enjoy :wub:

Ride On

*we also listened to Cat Stephens, particularly Moonshadow a groovy song indeed.

Because sometimes you just have to :)


Irony and other rants

I wrote a blog about 3 years ago. It was called, the difference between nothing and silence.

It was about how my husband sometimes ignores me, shuts me out and there is nothing I can do to get back in or no reason as to why he has done it. It's a cruel passive aggressive way to behave.

For the past 2 years that man has not been in my house, my husband has been caring and loving. He has shown me I am important to him, although I never really felt like he was in love with me or that he understood what it really meant to love someone, he did seem to care and deeply and treated me well. For those 2 years.

I don't know why he changed so much, I was hoping it was because of our accident, a life altering event that had brought about lasting change. But I suspect sometimes it was just his competitive nature, when he sensed the competition was on he upped the anti, acted at caring, behaved in a way that looked like love. And now that the competition looks as though it has been won he doesn't have to pretend any more.

The cruelest thing about being shut out or ignored, not spoken to for days on end is that unless you have been put through it you can't possibly understand how awful it really is. You feel as though no one understands they make jokes like, 'God I wish my husband would be quiet, at least that way I could get some peace.'

I think God I wish my husband would yell at or call me names at least that way you could see the pain he causes. Or I would know what I'd done wrong.

Well its been 3 days of being ignored and it looks like his back. While I have sat at home being a dutiful wife, he has returned as the triumphant King of Passive Aggressiva. He is due back tomorrow and the last message I sent him was to let him know how hurt I was feeling, that was 3 hours ago and he hasn't bothered responding to that one either. Nothing...

In my difference between Nothing and silence blog. I pointed out that one man I know had taken a second to look at me just a little longer than was necessary, a quiet, thoughtful seconds silence.

I have since learned I can live without silence but I'm not sure that I can live forever with nothing.


It's sooo late

Well it's 3:16 in the morning. My husband is currently away for a few daysso I have quiet time at the keyboard and for the first time in what seems like a year I don't have to get up before 7am.

Well don't expect me to come up with anything interesting at this time of the day but I will leave you with this becuase well this song rocks..



I was reading the Snufters blog and I realised that not only is he a brilliant writer with an incredible sence of humour but we are both on very similar paths.

Having had an unusual year last year, I decided I wanted to be a little more selfish. I am not 100% comfortable in my life and I only have me to blame for that. My cave is getting too small.

So I thought and I thought about what I really wanted to be when I grew up, when I realised that I had known all along that all I really want to be is a Pirate. But this is not practicle, well not on the income I currently have atleast. So I am going into buisness for myself, I am going to build an Empire. With my dream goal to be rich enough to own my own Pirate ship.

I may never own the real Pirate ship, but if I aim for the sky and only make it to the peak of the mountains does this mean I failed? Or do I only really fail if I keep my feet firmly planted in my cave?

It's a good thing I get claustrophobic. :yes:



The best day at work....:ye:

So there's this girl at work right.

Let's call her To-to. She's just like one of them little yappy ankle bitter dogs.

About a week after she started work she had a go at me.

I heard through the grapevine that our little yappy dog wanted me Gone from work. I didn't know her, she doesn't know me. Little dogs make me wanna kick em. She even tried to make me look bad in front of the Boss. But I am a calm person who allows others a chance to learn from their mistakes.

Yesterday, another girl from work asks how the best way to defrost the freezer is. I say " What we used to do is....." at which point To-to breaks in with a "Well we won't be doing it that way". I smile and calmly finish the instructions for the nice girl who asked.

To-to does it her way....

She uses the time consuming method, with the tiny iccle scraper. As she grabs the scrapper my motherly instincts want to stop her but she's such a little b****y, I guess my sadistic nature wins out and I just calmly smile as I hand her the tiny iccle scrapper. Oh the mirth and the meriment as she runs her hands repeatedly under warm water, crying in pain that her fingers are frozen, oh how I internally gafaw at her ineptness.

Laugh? Tell ya I damn near chocked.


The time has come

The time has come to speak of things and so on and so on I don't quote Lewis Carrol so well.

But that's not the point to this particular blog the point to this one is to let you all know that I won't be around much over the next few months. I know I'm not online much now, but it will get worse. For Kismit is leaving New Zealand for the sunny shores of Australia. This will only be a three week visit but during that three weeks Kismit will be getting married to Mr Kismit for those of you who might be wondering who the extremely lucky fella is.

Kissy is going to walk down the isle to the Red Hot Chili Peppers..


Hustle, bustle and so much muscle awww

Cells about to seperate

And I find it hard to concentrate and

Temporary this cash and carry

I'm stepping up to indicate

The time has come to deviate and

All I want is for you to be happy and

Take this moment to make you my family and

Finally you have found something perfect and

Finally you have found

Death defying this mess I'm buying

It's raining down with love and hate

And I find it hard to motivate and

Estuary is blessed but scary your

Heart's about to palpitate

And I'm not about to hesitate and

One to treasure the rest of your days here and

Give you pleasure in so many ways dear and

Finally you have found something perfect and

Finally you have found... here we go

Do you want me to show up for duty and

Serve this woman and honor her beauty and

Finally you have found something perfect and

Finally you have found... yourself

With me... will... you... agree to take

This man... into your world...

And now... we are as one...

My lone ranger the heat exchanger

Is living in this figure eight

And I'll do my best to recreate and

Sweet precision and soft collision awww

Hearts about to palpitate

And I find it hard to seperate and

All I want is for you to be happy and

Take this woman and make you my family and

Finally you have found someone perfect and

Finally you have found... now

All I want is for you to be happy and

Take this woman and make you my family and

Finally you have found someone perfect and

Finally you have found... yourself

Take care U.M. :wub:


Inspired by Snuffs and Lottie

Pack your bags,
And leave tonight.
Don't take your time,
Gotta move your feet, don't you miss the flight!
Cool, cool, cool, cool

Club Tropicana, drinks are free,
Fun and sunshine - there's enough for everyone.
All that's missing is the sea,
But don't worry, you can suntan!

Ahhh The 80's!! So full of wisdom.

I think there's a little something in that song for everyone, don't you? :yes:

Internation Khaki day

I know my blog has been utter crap lately and quite frankly nothing about that is going to change in a hurry.

The point of this Blog entry however is.....

Please note that Today has been declare international 'Khaki Day' in memory of Steve Irwin. I shall now go and find myself a Safari suit. :cry:


Seeing as it's been a while since anything good was blogged in Kizzy'z blogs, I thought maybe I would introduce you all to something new, something fresh. So much more than just a talent quest, so much more than Kareoke by candlelight, it's the all new World wide phenomena of GooGle Idol

P.S. vote for Joe and friends. :yes:




When I am an old woman I shall wear purple

With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.

And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves

And satin sandles, and say we've no money for butter.

I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired

And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells

And run my stick along the public railings

And make up for the sobriety of my youth.

I shall go out in my slippers in the rain

And pick flowers in other people's gardens

And learn to spit.

You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat

And eat three pounds of sausages at a go

Or only bread and pickle for a week

And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.

But now we must have clothes that keep us dry

And pay our rent and not swear in the street

And set a good example for the children.

We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.

But maybe I ought to practice a little now?

So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised

When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.

Jenny Joseph



I do still get angry

My Husband should be getting out of Hospital Tomorow. It's been 11 weeks since the accident, so it will be nice to have him home. He will be full time in the wheelchair for a few months and then he will hopefully move on to using the walker around the house and the chair only for long distances, like around the block.

I have to remember some people do it full time (wheelchairs) and that atleast one day my Man should walk again. Even though one leg is now 3cm longer than the other.

I know the lady who hit us was just, well it was just an accident. But when you are laying in bed at 3 in the morning and you hurt and you can't sleep, you can't help thinking that you shouldn't have to feel like that.

We had a meeting with the lady. She said she couldn't remember why she lost control of her car. She said she had bruises where I have breaks. She cried like a freakin alley cat in the ambulance and yet I had a punctured lung and ended up in the cardio thorasic ward. And Jamie? Where do I start? Lower left leg shattered, right femur broken, two vertebrae, pelvis, sacrum, right arm and let's just say when it gets to that point the Doctors only worry about the major breaks. It isn't fair.

I hope that one day the anger goes away, I hope I can forgive her. I don't like not being able to forgive her and I know we were lucky. But I can't help thinking, what if?

The worst 30 seconds of my life were when my youngest was quiet after the car stopped moving. He didn't answer me, he didn't make a sound.

I am still angry.


So it's your birthday, and I know life is busy. It's hard to get five minutes together let alone sit down for a meal. But we did, we spent all the time we had, me and the kids, making you dinner, with a table cloth, flowers, homemade cards and cake with candles in it. And you left the house with the words, "oh yeah, o.k. right.".... Nothing!

And yet, the other day I was talking to a friend. We talked of jobs, of sport of weather and kids, we laughed about silly things. And I heard, a moments silence. It was brief, but it was there. The same moment I had spent on him, he spent on me. A quiet, half second, of just watching. Silence..

So I guess there is a difference.


Arts and crafts

Ever had one of those days when you just want to swear? I woke up this morning and I wanted to write a poem full of foul lnguage that hated life and the world around me. Not because I am sad or becuase I am depressed but because I am artisticly repressed. I cannot draw, I cannot paint and I struggle to type.

Kismit, in reality is a cruiser. Everything I do is done the easy way, I see no need for complications and I constantly long to be free. I want to frolick and kick out, I want to walk out my front door and scream at the rhododendroms but most of all I want to swear!

Perhaps an interesting metaphor will hit me and my foul poem will be writ, but until then....

Flippen Poot! :devil: