tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48385239137626282822024-03-18T21:39:25.258-07:00WilliWalkerWilliWalkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00019425919211913284noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4838523913762628282.post-78332574428417595902014-07-13T02:01:00.000-07:002014-07-13T02:05:07.805-07:00Surfers paradise <br />
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<span style="color: #073763;"><i>Over the next few days, we went to the cinema"s. We went Gold class, where you can lay back in your own chair. The waiters bring what ever you order, throughout the movie. We seen how to train a dragon 2. It was great! The next day, we went to the top of Q1, up to the sky tower lookout. It was breathtakingly beautiful up there. For me it was bitter sweet. Josh contracted on that building. He scheduled all the locks, fire doors, and door furniture on the whole building. We we're suppose to go up together and see the lookout. We would have got in for free, because all the contractors had a life membership, which meant, any day or night they are entitled to go up to the bar, or restaurant, or just even to the lookout. Of course, we never got the chance to do this before Josh died. And, I did"nt dare tell the door man, that took all the tickets, "oh, by the way my first husband worked on this building" it's too difficult to explain. While I was up there, I could see the high rise where Josh and I spent our honeymoon, just over 15 years ago. It was at The Legends Hotel. I got teary. It was a hard moment, I had a little cry to mourn the future that we never got to have.</i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #073763;"><i>We went down after a little while and went straight to Ripleys believe it or not. It was a lot bigger than I thought it would be and the kids loved it! I really enjoyed it too. There is really something for everyone. Interesting facts and figures I could have stayed longer and read everything, but my kids are impatient. </i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #073763;"><i>The next day we took it easy, we went down to the beach for a swim, and then headed into Australia Fair too see Dawn of the planet of the apes. I was"nt thrilled to see it. But I actually re</i></span><i style="color: #073763;">ally enjoyed it!</i></div>
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<i style="color: #073763;">The next day was Friday, my friend was getting married. I really wanted to go to the ceremony, but my family didn't want to go, 2 teenagers, and a 9 year old are really not into weddings,We would'nt leave them by themselves, so Tim could"nt come.I would have to drive 2.5 hours to Coolum, for a 20 minute ceremony, and then 2.5 hours back. As much as it hurt, I had to give it a miss, as it just was"nt </i><i style="color: #073763;">practical.</i></div>
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<i style="color: #073763;">If I had of been invited to the reception, I would have made different arrangements, I would"nt have missed it. But a 5 hour return trip I was not up too.(I have been suffering migraines again)Instead, my wonderful husband organised for us all to go whale watching.</i></div>
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<span style="color: #073763;"><i>It was a beautiful day, and we all thoroughly enjoyed it. Taj got sea sick, quiet badly! Poor poppet.</i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #073763;"><i>on Saturday,mew enjoyed time in the pool and spa and beach. We all wanted to make the most of the glorious weather! I actually got sun burnt.. Oops, Zee and Gabe came to visit Saturday night. I did"nt get any photo"s doh! We went to Alfresco"s in Surfers.. The food was delicious! I has a carbonara, and Tim and Zee had the gnocchi which was all very very good! The kids all had something different, pizza, spaghetti, chicken fettacinni and gnocchi .. the food was divine! </i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #073763;"><i>Thanks for your company Zee. It was a lovey way to end our holiday!</i></span></div>
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WilliWalkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00019425919211913284noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4838523913762628282.post-87020573315827990672014-06-05T03:21:00.001-07:002014-06-05T03:21:53.675-07:00Feeling stressed<i>Have you ever felt so stressed that its hard to breathe? I have never had panic attacks, but I am pretty sure I was panicking and struggled to breathe recently. Things have gone wrong this week. Like really wrong, where I thought I could not handle things, I was having negative thoughts, so much so I was thinking dying, and being with Josh would be better off. Of course this is crazy talk. I have tried to commit suicide twice, not that I tell people about it. But I have. The last time I tried it was very scary, as I could have easily slipped away. I know this is a heavy topic, but I am writing this blog for myself, I have never said these words aloud.</i><br />
<i> I over react. I don't mean too. It's me. I have taught myself not to vent, message or ring if someone says or does something against me. This week, I read something (why the hell do I go on facebook for, when I deleted it) and I reacted to it. I thought I was doing the right thing. Nah, not nada! I should not have bothered. Future me, please remember how this feeling feels right now. I have been awake since 12:30 am. My stomach was doing sumersaults and back flips all at once. I ended up being sick.. I have been lethargic all day, and I am pretty sure I lost a "friend" over what I did. </i><br />
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<i>In saying how stressed I feel, we have some exciting things happening in our lives right now. I can't wait to share them on my blog, but for now, I need to remain mum! </i><br />
<i>Until next time </i>WilliWalkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00019425919211913284noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4838523913762628282.post-89321965902248130502014-05-31T04:13:00.000-07:002014-05-31T04:13:02.601-07:00Friends <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: blue;">This week I have been thinking about friends, and friendships. Growing up in Tasmania, I never really had close friends that I continually hung out with. I am not sure why, but down in Tassie, if you did"nt have a massive family, or were born in Tassie, it felt like I never fitted in. </span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">When I moved to QLD I made friends with lots and lots of people. </span><br />
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My sister in law Charmaine, is not only a sister to me, she is a very close friend as well.<br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Sometimes I feel sad when I am not included in things. When I lived up the Sunshine Coast, I used to organise a lot of social things. I had the time and money to do this. It made me feel good to organise things, where every body felt comfortable. Looking back, I invested alot of time into these social events as a way of keeping busy. It was a way of dealing with grief. It made me happy. It made others happy. If it meant I did not have to think about being alone, and why I was alone, it was a distraction.</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">I no longer have time to organise things to do socially. Sometimes I will organise a dinner, for close friends. But I really don't have time to organise things like I used to. Working full time with three children and studying, I feel like I am time poor. I barely have time to just "be" and "chill" let alone worry about others social life, let alone my own! Which just for the record, hardly exists any more. </span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">This week I have felt sad. I found out about a friends hens weekend, and for one reason or another I was not invited. I had many messages from friends just checking to see if I am ok. I am ok. I did cry. Alot! I did not understand. I was hurt. But, it's not the end of the world. I got over it. What is hard to get over is the amount of support I received! Not that I told people why I was so upset, it was noted that I was off facebook and lots of people were asking if everything was ok. </span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Nobody wants to feel forgotten. That's how I felt last weekend. </span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">This weekend, I feel better. My husband is home, by my side. I have spent time with my kids. And, my friends that care about me, have text, called or messaged through various means, to make sure I am alright.</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Thanks to you all, you know who you are 😘😘😘😘 </span><br />
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<br />WilliWalkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00019425919211913284noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4838523913762628282.post-62376869779002903242014-05-24T17:47:00.000-07:002014-05-24T17:47:46.302-07:00Back to Blogging I have"nt written a blog for awhile now, and I kind of miss it.<br />
I have had a rough week. On the 15th May it would have been 15 since Josh and I got married. It was a beautiful day with a few clouds in the sky. The girls and I had to be at the hairdressers at 8 am.. Eeeeek! So early. I loved how our hair looked. <img src="webkit-fake-url://D56FF7B5-B601-484B-84A0-8C15C5F54253/imagejpeg" />WilliWalkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00019425919211913284noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4838523913762628282.post-39680945176887818032012-10-14T00:42:00.001-07:002012-10-14T00:42:14.099-07:00Our lil home.. Week oneOur first week in our Home Away from Home, our caravan, Which will be called "WILLI-WALKERS" as its both names of our family.<br />
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We have had no drama's towing or sleeping in the caravan. Actually, today we slept in until after 9 am, never in 12 years of being a parent, have my kids all slept in until 9am.. bliss!<br />
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We are currently staying at Charmaine and Tony's house in Tamborine, in the Gold Coast Hinterland. Charmaine is Tim's youngest sister. She is very hospitable, and lots of fun! We get on like sisters, and often tease Tim..its so much fun!<br />
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SO far, we've been relaxing alot this week. As it turned cold we relaxed by the fire alot, this is my brother in law Tony and a friend Nathan.<br />
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Our caravan is a 5 birth, it has 3 bunks for the kids down one end.<br />
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Our bedroom is down the other end.<br />
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We have heaps of storage under our bed, as well as cupboards for our clothes, We have a fridge and mini freezer as well as a gas cooktop, and an outdoor BBQ, as you can see from the photo, we have an indoor table. (we have an outdoor bathroom, complete with lil tents for privacy) All squished up in 21 feet! Although we do have an annex, we are yet to set it up.<br />
We are off to Helensvale caravan park next week, where the comforts of home will be gone, we'll definitely be living basically, which will be our theme for the next year.<br />
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Tim has been BBQing everyday, I think he will be sick of it very soon! Good job babe.<br />
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We have brought Jazz, our endearing pain in the rear end dog friend :) So far, she has been very well behaved, apart from scaring Buddy, her doggy cousin. Jazz has a tendency to run away. But so far she has been good. Lets hope she is as good for the rest of our adventures!<br />
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That's about it for this week. Hopefully, I'll be able to blog every Sunday, so look out for my posts!<br />
Bye for now :)<br />
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<br />WilliWalkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00019425919211913284noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4838523913762628282.post-57849502177759189442012-10-13T23:19:00.002-07:002012-10-13T23:19:21.884-07:00Our Travels around Australia <span><span style="background-color: blue;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee;"><span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: blue;">On Tuesday the 9th of October, we officially started our travels around Australia..</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Here is the lead up to our adventure:- </span><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguHlREL4Xfvu-UfXKYcwMRcANIfPuGW98AwPekxhATZ9hC0iSuEHzSbQdruFKfwIAvHkPZRKHx36g7h30mssJUU_qwWykWZxoFT-ImQNWSCE65XmjFh7pJ0mah4TH9NXjD16t_k9rXpUc/s1600/old+ones+059.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguHlREL4Xfvu-UfXKYcwMRcANIfPuGW98AwPekxhATZ9hC0iSuEHzSbQdruFKfwIAvHkPZRKHx36g7h30mssJUU_qwWykWZxoFT-ImQNWSCE65XmjFh7pJ0mah4TH9NXjD16t_k9rXpUc/s320/old+ones+059.JPG" width="320" /></a><span style="color: blue;"> For what seemed like forever, I was packing, sorting, throwing</span> <span style="color: blue;">things away, and sorting some more.. I officially hate moving! It was a sad thing for me as I had to sort out alot of Josh's possession's, and most were stored for so long {tools, shoes etc} I just had to throw them away. It was time to be practical. I did however find some old photos that made me cry..I would like to share them with on here, as this is our family blog, and I want to remember when and where I found these shots.. I can't believe my babies are so grown up now!</span><br />
<span><span style="background-color: #6aa84f;"></span></span><span style="color: blue;"> </span>WilliWalkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00019425919211913284noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4838523913762628282.post-63803474987418091932012-04-18T03:41:00.000-07:002012-04-18T03:41:37.946-07:00Easter Break Part 2<em><span style="color: blue;">On Friday, Tim finally came and joined us. We had been apart 2 nights, the longest we;ve been seperated since we got married 6 months before. To feel his big strong arms around me was just what I needed. The night before was tough, bumping into Josh's family, and also revisiting the Hall where we got married. I needed Tim's support, his hugs and kisses we're missed greatly!</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="color: blue;">Over the next few days, we worked out who we wanted to see, and what time they were playing. There were 5 different tents all set up with bands playing from 12pm, to 12 am. The highlights we listened to was Ziggy Marley (Bob Marley;s son) real reggae mon! He was excellent. I really enjoyed his performance. Another highlight, was some home grown talent Josh Pyke,( although, as a mum of small children I did'nt appreciate his swearing) and Richard Clapton. Blue King Brown were amazing absolutely AMAZING! Real talented drummers, and leader singer, just took everyone to a happy place. That's why I love music, it invokes such happiness. I was left stunned and in awe of their talent. If you have never heard of this band google them, youtube them, download there music. Pure talent! </span></em><br />
<em><span style="color: blue;">And then there was one more.. John. </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="color: blue;">John Butler was the one act I wanted to see, from Start to finish. And I got my wish! I love his music. I loved his performance. I love JOHN BUTLER! That is all!</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="color: blue;">I really enjoyed our time away. To spend time with my kids, with no T.V. no computer games, some arguing, but no bedtimes. We had lots of fun together, I am without a doubt always going to be UNO queen, I am UNBEATABLE! Poor Taj, he would throw a wobbly everytime he lost a round of cards. I missed Tim so much, especially trying to set up that dreaded tent! I came to realize how much we have become a team. When he is not by my side, I felt like a single mum again. And I take my hat off to single mums, but I sucked at that job. I am grateful, that I again have a loving husband to walk through the twists and turns of life.!</span></em><br />
<em><span style="color: blue;"> I loved spending time with my dear friends. We shared drinks, we shared stories, we shared laughter, we shared our love of music, and we shared an experience that none of us will forget! </span></em><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><em>On Thursday, Lise and I took the 3 kids into Byron Bay. It is a diverse and interesting town. It's full of alternate lifestyles. In years gone by, I would have turned my nose up at these kind of people. But These days, I'm more tolerant of how others live. It's not wrong, just different to the way I live. I even got into the "spirit" and brought a tied dyed dress!</em></span><br />
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<em><span style="color: blue;">On Thursday Night we attended the Memorial of Jesus Death. As according to the Jewish Calender, it was Nisan 14. Getting into nice clothes in a tent, and literally getting dressed in the dark was a challenge. But we did it! We were patiently awaiting Jason and Rach, when we get a frantic phone call from Jason "Can you give me a jump start, my battery is flat" Talk about cutting it fine, time wise! But we made the 7 o'clock start.</span></em><br />
<em><span style="color: blue;">As soon as I sat down, I started to cry. Not because we were a smidge late, but because this Hall we were attending, {Brunswick Heads} was where Josh grew up. It's where we got married, and its where we had Jordan and Larni. It was not a sad cry, just a moment in time that I'll never forget. Josh's Uncle Denis gave a prayer, and there were lots of cousins in the audience {who gave me beautiful cuddles after, thanks Bec and Darren, and lil Jack } Thank goodness I had such good friends around. During the talk, Lise held my hand, and stroked my arm. She did'nt have to say anything, but I knew that she was there for me. I feel so very blessed to have her as my friend. And after, Jason and Rach listened as I talked through emotions, and feelings that I never thought I would feel by just entering a building. Again I feel very blessed to have beautiful friends, who let me be "me" Not the funny Barb, or the goofy Barb, but the real Barb, that sometimes just needs to vomit out words. So thanks Jas and Rach for listening to my verbal vomit..lol</span></em><br />
<em><span style="color: blue;"> The whole meaning of the sacrifice of Jesus' life means so much more to me now. The children and I look forward to the time when we can see Josh again, and I thank God everyday that we will have the opportunity to welcome him back into our lives. </span></em><br />
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</div><span style="color: blue;">When Larni started preschool, she was just 4. She could write all the alphabet and started to read early. Larni could also count to 100, all the normal things you want a child of that age to be able to do before they start grade 1. I was worried about her going to school as she was so Tiny! That and she had just turned 5 two weeks before. Her teacher, Mrs B, assured me academically Larni was very ready for school. Which looking back was true. Although, my fears came to fruition when a big kid fell on Larni in the first week of school and broke her collarbone!</span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Then the policemen went on to say <em>that news. </em>" I am sorry Mrs Williams. But Josh has passed away"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I let out a scream. I think. The neighbour said it was a blood curdling noise, and she came running. My children came running. I seen them, and took them inside, and said "Sorry guys, the policeman just told me Daddy was in an accident. He's in hospital, we might go and see him later."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Stuff the fruit, I thought, they can have ice cream. So I gave them a billabong, and went back out side. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The policeman was still there. I didn't believe what he said. I told him that. In fact, I said, "it could be Nigel, he may have drove home."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But with that the policeman pulled out Josh's business card. It had his name on it. He told me he had spoken to Nigel, and that he was OK. I knew then it was Josh driving. The policeman told me there was 2 trucks involved, and Josh's car. Josh was the only fatality.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I waited to my friend Alicia came, then my mum and sister and niece Rebecca, before I even thought of telling the children. That was the hardest job of all. How do explain to your young boys aged 3 and 8 that Daddy is never comin home. What about his little <em>princess Larni, who idolised her dad aged just 7, </em> how was she going to cope with out her beloved daddy..I just held them all together and told them what happened. They all sobbed, and everyone in the room turned there heads away, even the two policeman. We were all crying. It was incredibly hard then, and incredibly hard now to even remember that afternoon. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The next few hours are a blur. People came. They sat with me. They sat with the kids. Someone took the kids out to get them McDonald's. Later I found out they had coke with there meals. That was the first time they had EVER had coke. They were very hyper after that!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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Trying to find friends amongst thousands of people is'nt fun, but we managed! We missed a few 1927 songs {tim reckons he never heard of them, and that there music wasn't played in New Zealand} silly kiwi's, you don't know what you missed out on.. We heard all the most popular songs," Compulsory Hero" "That's when I think of you" and lastly my all time favourite song of 1927 "If I could" was there last song they sang. Erik Weideman the lead singer was fantastic, he hit all the right notes~~ I was transported back to my teenage years, as they strummed their guitars and harmonised their voices. I can rave all day about them.<br />
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After intermission, as we were waiting, the crowd decided to do the Mexican wave.. It was so incredibly funny.. we were like excited three year old when it came around to our turn..we sort of squealed like baby pigs, as I say we were ALL very excited!<br />
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Roxette were awesome. They sang all there hits, and a few songs I had never heard of, but it didn't matter. The swedes definitely know how to entertain, and they certainly can sing! "Listen to your heart" was belted out as well as "Fading like a flower" and "Dangerous" When they sang "joyride" the audience song most of the song..<br />
Roxette did'nt just do one oncore, it was more like 3! The last song was " Nah nah nah nah nah nah, She's got the look!" <br />
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Great night with great friends, and a concert to remember!<br />
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s came on, everyone knew the words..WilliWalkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00019425919211913284noreply@blogger.com0Brisbane QLD, Australia-27.4709331 153.02350239999998-27.4827776 153.01077239999998 -27.4590886 153.0362324