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Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Is there such a thing as "too much sex"?

She says....

Whilst so many of our blog friends seem to be experiencing some form of sexual angst or another, the Rockers are having the time of their lives.  We are in a honeymoon phase now that we've gotten over the shock of the empty nest and having a wonderful time as a couple.

We are having so much sex, all of it awesome (to add insult to injury for those of you experiencing a drought, sorry) that we've had to put a ban on it for a few days. We're sleep deprived and our friends have commented that we're becoming recluses.  Am I complaining? Hell no!  But, like with all things, balance is important, so we have to make an effort to become more sociable.  Just worried that our friends are going to ask why we have such stupid grins on our faces all the time.

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

A Life in a Day of the Rockers

He says...

Good heavens it seems like forever since I've hit the “PUBLISH POST” button. Christmas, a fantastic beach holiday, the indescribable trauma of sending our children away to boarding school, adjusting to an empty nest, a wildly different work routine, some hectic travel have all gotten in the way of Mr Rocker speaking his mind. But today I find myself on a plane again next to a smelly passenger so what to do? Write a post.

I wonder if we'll ever have a normal life, or even if we want one. The day dawned normal enough. An alarm clock, an annoying hungry cat, wake the children, a family breakfast around the table with some scrambled egg on toast, orange juice, superb coffee made from freshly ground Arabica espresso beans (just like life is too short to read a crappy book or have crappy sex, bad coffee is also a Schedule 1 offence), a cursory glance at SkyNews to catch up on world affairs and time for the Rockers to Rock and Roll. Mrs Rocker kisses me and the kids in their school uniforms goodbye and heads off to work. But that's probably where all semblance of normality ceases since today was the first morning after half-term break. Mr Rocker and Rocker Kids bundle into the Audi and head off to the border, clear the border into South Africa, drive to Johannesburg International Airport. I check the kids onto one flight, myself onto another, leave them at a Sushi Bar for lunch (sigh, I wish they just ate burgers like other kids) and head across to the other side the city to drop Mrs Rocker's car off for some um... repairs, catch a taxi back to the airport, meet up with the Rocker Kids again at their boarding gate, spend another 30min with them before hugs and “goodbye see you in 3 weeks" and then I head off to my own boarding gate leaving them at theirs. By the time the night is through, I will have flown 2 hours in one direction, the Rocker kids (all 13years and 10 years old of them) 2 hours in another direction before boarding a bus for the final 1.5hour trip to their schools. Tonight the Rockers will sleep scattered all over the subcontinent, in a roughly equilateral triangle but with each side of the triangle roughly a 1000miles in length.

And this is the year that the Rockers are planning to lead a more normal life! So far so good though, After 157 flights last year, this is only now my 14th flight of this year with not too many additional flights planned for the foreseeable future. I've spent more time at home in the last month and a half than I have the last 2 years put together. I feel almost normal! And tonight when I Skype home it will be normal conversation not like last year's antipodean conversations that went along the lines of the following...

Mrs Rocker: “Hi, honey how was your day?”

Mr Rocker: “Honey, I'm in New Zealand, I just woke up silly”

Mrs Rocker: “Oh right, forgot about that, so how did you sleep?”

Mr Rocker: “Yeah great thanks, how did you sleep?”

Mrs Rocker: “Honey, I've just got back from work silly”

...and so on.

Yes, there's a lot to be said for living in more or less the same time zone!

Sunday, March 6, 2011

Is it in the stars?

She says....


I feel like I am being punished for my own silence - all the blogs I regularly, and love, reading seem to have hit some kind of "silence".  Are we all in the same lunar cycle that we've all felt this drought of blog-worthy thoughts?  Why is it that no one seems to have anything notable to write or comment on?  Personally I don't have anything to comment on beyond the day-to-day and I'm sure that none of you would be the least bit interested.  This doesn't mean though that I don't miss the morning routine of a cup of coffee in the left hand and a mouse hovering over my favourite blog spots in the other.  My mornings are really damn boring now so please would the rest of you get your acts together and write something amusing.  Thank you to Sex and the Married Man for keeping me entertained, I regularly have a chuckle at what you have to say.  Do not under any circumstances take a break, I'm relying on you.


For those of us taking a break, I understand your reluctance to write but I still miss you all dammit, now start thinking, start writing and inspire me to do the same!