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Another beautiful winters day, icy breeze, kids gone back to school....AHHHHH Breath.
My last Blog was a spaz attack, now feeling much better.
My Husband and I managed to wound ourselves repairing central locking in our car, but those who bleed together stay together, or something like that.
Today I am enjoying my music up load, and sining like no one can hear me, but I am afraid to say my neighbourrs ears are now bleeding, I sing like a hippo on speed. But who cares, Its the CURE, they rock, lovin everymoment of singing like a crazy white woman, trying to be cool....." Yeah Lime green and technicolour orange"
Switching to the topic of food, My husband has been cooking up a storm , learning about flavours, textures and amazing tastes..... It is the least expensive of his passionate hobbies and man do I benefit from it. So does my ever expanding waist line, hence the singing and dancing around like a crazy monkey. At first the other half would cook, serve , eat and then put down his food, expecting something that only he could expect.... like he would never perfect his food for his over perfection wanting taste buds, we loved all he cooked, the kids have even stopped asking to go out for dinner....
He got sick with the flue for a few weeks and stopped cooking, with a bout of antibiotics and he is on fire again, man he is awesome.
Praise be the the man with a apron and a sharp knife... Looking forward to what he creates this evening. I am a lucky, hippo, monkey girl for sure.
Ah now I have moved onto Fleetwood mac, today is a good day! 
Yep! Today I hate this horrid world and every fraggin thing in it!!!!!
No word of a lie, I think if I were hangman I would be hanging from my chalk drawn rope, with my fat stick legs swinging in the breeze..
Its the ripple effect of many small things that piss me off, the inconsistancy of others, the bullshite that comes with people and of course the God complex of so many. There is also the let down, the regret, the annoying and the son that seems to beable to spark me the wrong way so often throughout the course of a few hours per day.
For example, he pours left overs into FAD's (Farty Alcoholic Dog's) bowl and I wonder why the floor is wet and smells like soup, so in questioning my annoying 12 years old retarded precious Son ( Who is not actually medically retarded) on why the dogs bowl is swimming on the laundry floor in beef soup, he polietly tells me that the dog must have done it, even though the dog is unfortunately locked outside......GRRRRR, boys can be so frustrating lazy and blaming. (Its always, always, always, someone elses fault!)
But that is not what set my day into a tail spin, no sir reeee..... First racing through traffic and dodging Fuck wits on the roads and in the shops to get my Daughter to her part time employment, I realised that mornings dealing with the general public are not for me and people are becomming more stupid and less poilte in these modern times with God complexes.... I really like to refer to these general population of air wasting rejects as fuck tards. So I get through my hate of the early morning crowd of half dead, brainless folk when I get home to a message from a friend of mine who was to visit with us for a week or so, I was greeted with cryptic shit that made my head spin and the more polite and direct I was the more the point had not come to light. ( Only a few days notice that the visit was not to happen now)
In the end not only is my friend now backing out from the visit that we re organised our lives for, the dope can't even remember the 3 conversations we have had over a TV show on three separate occasions...... Well bugger me, when I made the comment that we had been over this conversation, I actually felt like my meager brain had started leaking out of my ears... So I kindly reminded this friend that being drunk each time we speak makes for boring tripple conversation about the same crap.
Then there is the other shite of two people in out family that have been blessed by the perfection fairy and that everyone else is wrong, no where near as hard done by and just plain inferior to these golden duo, well, fuck me I am over this fucked up bullshit....I have no idea how many times a day I can be wrong, say something wrong, or just not understand..... Well if thats the case I am a useless fat hobbit with no idea.
As for the fat, well, I am not only spreading around the middle but the bum is heading south too and my legs look like they are at a bubble wrap convention all of their own and I have a double chin that makes a Double Whopper look like a wafer biscuit.
Yeppers, Bottom line..... OVER IT!
[]Luna Light
The moon it lights the stony ground
That which had been once lost
will now be found
Luna light, a guide, a path
Tread light, tread tender
Hidden obstacles can prove harsh
a beam of light from upon high
reveals a spirit of female gender
a Goddess of light
where love does lie
where truth can hurt
And Mothers cry
open arms, open heart
A blessing from Luna Goddess
New beginnings, a new start
soak in the treasure of wisdom
Centuries bound
Another Moonlight blessing
captured forever found
Take of the gifts the Moon bestows
Allow light to shine through you
Allow blessings to flow.
23rd May 2008
I could not think of anything to wirte today so I added a poem I wrote late at night.
Another beautiful day in my wonderful world, birds are singing and shitting on my washing. Bloody Birds! The sun is out the sky is blue and I just got back from having coffee with my friend and her boy Four. Today I had a nice coffee my coffeephobic friend had a hot chocolate and four had his babychino, with what he calls Mustard. (Caramel topping) kids say the darndest things. With his expressed delights of "ooom Yummy" and" This mustard is good". we too indulged in mustard on our beverages, let me tell you mustard never tasted so good. Reminds me a little of Caramel sauce.
I was listening to offspring in the car on my way back from Coffee topped with Mustard (heheheh) the song why don't you get a job. I had a flashback to when our son was about 3 years old he had heard to song playing on the radio on the way to his Nan's house. When we arrived at the house he was convinced the song was telling her to go get a job. so he sang "Nana why don't you get a job!" All these years later I still sing those same lines to the song, its weird how the mind stays trapped in time warps on certain things. I like funny time warps, not too keen on the brain abducting time warps of bad dreams, but funnies can keep comming
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Thankyou for any comments left on my first message.
I was out n about today with a friend and her little 4year old. Beautiful day great company and a few laughs, one that comes to mind that I would love to share is as follows
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As my Husband has told everyone we had been together 7 years when we decided to tie the knot, hitch ourselves to the wagon, the old ball and chain syndrome... But I refer to it as our Seven Year Itch and I will tell you all this for true the itching stopped and the marriage started and neither of us have looked back or even sideways. Sometimes we look up and say "BLOODY Helll What the crap is he buying now"? (oops thats me looking up)and he will say " I decided to get a better sound system." He is my precious nerd, with great ideas on technology and the love and passion for music, movies and writing. So how could I not smile and "say bring in your new toy Baby and set it up, have some beer while you are at it and have a blast. Call me inwhen you need me to listen to your new toy, we can share this experience together". (When all the hard work is finished that is). Also all the swearing, from the setting up issues that may arrive.
Not in a million years and I saying that life is a breeze, a cloud we float on together... we fight and he being taller than I makes it a unfair fight until I stand on something and yell right back, we usually have a yell some tears a laugh and then the make up part heheheh, love that bit. Sometime a fight can start for the make up bit, but don't let him know that hahahah
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on Second verse, not same as the first
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