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Do you really believe that the Games are drug-free?
With athleticism in this day and age so cut-throat, such big business, so much money involved, how could there not be drugs? I mean, come on!
Drugs to enhance ability, to build muscles, to control ones’ nerves, to build performance.
Look at those swimmers. Strong, beautiful bodies all swimming approximately the same speed. Winners win by a fraction of a second and become super-stars overnight. Finger tips brush the end of the pool or don’t brush the end of the pool and a star is born or lost.
Was the Gold lost or the Silver won?
Either way, it is big business, money money money rules it all, and do we, in our innocence, lost in the hype and emotional re-plays of the Games, believe it is through human endeavour and good genes alone?
Bah! Rubbish!!!
The trick is to use drugs discriminately, carefully. Use the newly-developed type that are not detectable during tests (not that there are many tests, have you noticed?).
Use them. Use the system. But don’t get caught!
Michael, who is nine, was invited to a class-mates birthday sleepover. The plan was to see a movie, get some pizza, try to get some sleep. You know the deal.
It all sounded fine, cept this was the kid at school who always bragged about watching the Exorcist or whatever.
Last time my son was there, on an after-school play date, he sat in front of the massive plasma with the child and dad as well and watched Rambo!
I was worried Michael would be exposed to stuff he couldn't handle, so I rang the mother and explained I wasn't that comfortable with little kids watching M or Mplus rated movies.
In fact I felt we were wrong to expose them to it....
The mum said her son couldn't handle G or PG (too boring) and that they were planning to see The Dark Knight.She said her little boy wasn't affected by violence at all and had a very mature outlook.
During playtime this is the same kid who likes to play 'Rambo' all the time. And has to sleep with the light-on. And can't read. But still.....
But some of the other mothers apparently rang also and voiced concerns over the choices of movies, cos by the weekend the choice was down to G or PG.
So much the better, the sleepover went well, the little birthday boy did not die of boredom, cos anyway he took his PSP with him into the cinema just in case....
When they got home he tried to put Rambo on but his mum stopped him...
Still I feel a bit disturbed. This is just an average family, probably one of hundreds, who regularly let their kids watch violent or unsuitable material without having any real idea of how this is affecting them.
It bothers me.
Does it bother you?????
Mt Macedon, Victoria
The other day I was up early and drove past magnificent Mount Macedon en-route to a horse event. Up the fir-tree lined Calder Freeway just outside Melbourne?
Through the rain and fog we could see an icing-sugar dusting of snow. During a momentary parting of heavy grey clouds thick snowy drifts could be seen, sliding down amongst the undergrowth. Tiny snowflakes clung to the windscreen.
The windows were duly wound down and we were subjected to an exhilarating icy blast. Wow!!!!!
Two hours later it was all gone. Did we imagine it? Icy illusion.
Another weekend has rolled around and though there is no snow today we have had squall after splattering squall of rain.
The seedling I planted a few weeks ago have been battered away by the loving drops.
Digging deep into the guinea-pig cage, dragging out layer after layer of pea-straw and poo-engorged mulch for the fruit trees, I came across a nest of tiny fresh ear-wigs.
Hundreds of ‘em. Milling around and falling over them selves to get back under some soiled bedding.
Did those guinea-pigs know their bed was infested? It looked ok from the surface. (did they care???).
But how do we know what little bugs and nasties are nestling under our own beds and duvets? (dove-ets, my daughter pronounces them).
Brings me to the topic of illusion.
Is illusion the modern-day equivalent of clever marketing, of one’s self, one’s lifestyle, one’s marriage?
How many people do you know who ‘present’ really well, who appear to have it all sorted, only to find when you get to know them, scratch the surface, that things are not what they seem at all???
Take China, busy creating an illusion of a ‘happy’ Olympics, bussing in spectators, faking this, faking that.
We are all busy faking it. Keeping up appearances. Pretending the illusion is enough.
Well, I’m here to tell you that that sucks.
I am disillusioned with illusions. Sick of faking ‘happy families’. Wealth. Pretending everything is fine.
I want the real deal or nothing at all.
Filed for divorce on Wednesday.
Is that what that they call it in Oz? Filed for? Whatever. But visited a lawyer and started the process
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Mattie jumping Cornelius at the clinic
I am in a real mess of disorientation and need help. Where or what consitutes 'home
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Since I spoke to you last dear reader I have played through Wagner's 'Tristan and Isolde' with the orchestra; been to Sydney with 30 school kids and all their musical instruments; cavorted at Manly and Bondi and gone through the Opera House;organised my husband's move to the country and tried to suppport him in his new job; taken the kids camping for a horse eventing clinic and lain awake all night while a storm tried to rip the flimsy roof off; gotten bronchitis and had to start antibiotics; had visitors to stay at Emu and hosted a party to celebtrate this house's 120 year birthday
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