No cute little picture can best describe the revulsion of uppies "cute little fat roll"

Well the day has finaly arrived we have dropped off all the triplets at their various University dorms and the house is alot quieter ... It is rather strange to have that much less washing cooking and cleaning to do... as for shopping... well we never seem to need to buy food anymore... the other day after we had dropped off the first one in Auckland... I dished up dinner for six... it took me a wee while to remember why there was one meal left on the bench... this situation and the difficulty with proportion reduction when estimating the ingestion level of the remaining family members has made very good at rehashing left overs..
Also you would think with an empty house and hence an increase by over 99% in the level of parental privacy... that a little nookie would be in order... yanno.. being able to grunt and groan and make all the other noises of a carnal nature that children are not sposed to hear.. "sigh".. I spose it is a sign of age... hell apart from the obvious age deteriation.. I have a better body than I have ever had.. and because of my running am in better condition than ever... I am even growing a cute little fat roll..which I think is an exciting addition... Yet I have no one to have sex with... it's not as if I want a daily romp... once a month would be fine as long as it was worth the effort... no point getting sticky and sweaty.. if there is no "woo hoo that was great" at the end of it....
Thats enough to wet your appetite... I might give you the broken car rant and whine next... or .. well what ever springs to mind....
Arohanui... that means "big love" from Uppie

s.l.p.f.r.r.t.m.

I have enough material for several Uppie dates... the real problem is finding the time to pen one and remembering the info... lets start with Valentines Day... you know the day where all you women force us men to buy you stuff like chocolate, flowers and fluffy toys... now... when you are young and horny it seems like a good idea fifty bucks of crap gets you a good chance of sex... is that a good deal of what... however as time goes by it becomes more of a chore.. but wo betide the errant male that does not send the woman of his dreams... (oh hell no.. you do not send her flowers...) I mean the woman you are shacked up with... if she does not recieve flowers delivered to her desk... at work... in front of her workmates.. your name is mud for the week... and as for the sex that you are not getting anyway.. well now you do not even have the promise of sex... so I do the expected thing year after year just to keep the peace.. there was a time in my life when women sent me flowers... sigh..

Which brings me to the point... my daughter... the romantic one... the one I like to think is most like me... decided to cook her boyfriend a lovely valentines day dinner... on the menu was Chicken Ala Orange... she even laid out the table with candles and fragrent dried flower petals... she bought all the ingrediants for the meal.... problem was the receipe said chicken pieces not chicken chunks... and it is sposed to be a casserole... she asks me.. "whats a casserole".. so there I am rescuing her cooking disaster... it ended up stove top not casserole... just so her boyfiriend can have sex????... it ended up tasting only slightly disgusting.. and I'm sure he was able to force it down ... after all with my daughter as the desert he better be prepared to eat shit and die for her affections..

Rant over... Cheers Uppie

oh and mech wanted me to use the acronym slpfrrtm.. in this Uppiedate... it stands for.. fek I cannot remember... ahh yes... soft little pouchy fat roll round the middle... but thats another story...

Alama Mater

Well hell guys life is ticking by at a pace of one minute per second... if I'm not old already I soon will be... sorry to be nostalgic but I Iooked up my old school on the local Trade Me auction site which has an old friends site attached... I found two old high school classmates listed there and I wrote to both... I created my own profile and linked it to the old class photo's I found there... posted by one Delaine Proctor... Lots of old memories.. buzzing around my brain case and now I cannot sleep dammit... on Friday we take the first of the triplets to Auckland and deposit her into her University Dorm... and next week take the other two to Hamilton where they are to attend Waikato University... life is going to be real quiet round the old homestead... at least I still have the dog.. with all the less cooking, cleaning and running around that I will no longer be doing maybe I can finish the house off... I hope so.. as I'am tired of living with the house in an unfinished and run down state... sigh.. ahh well it is time for me to get back to bed... mayhap I'll slide by the Bootery and think of a novel way to slaughter Charmsie's ex boyfriend... for those of you who are not in the Bootery... he dumped Becca by texting her best friend and getting her to pass on the message... I can hear the sharp intake of breath and grinding of teeth of all you female members of Uppies clan... yes Becca is a tad pissed.. .. bye for now Uppie