Here are the facts of life................ If you are White you are White, If you are Black you are Black, If you are Yellow, or Red, or Pink, well lets face it that is what you are. If you are an arsehole then so be it! There is no put down in these statements, only fact. If you take offence to what you are then God help you. You must
Got quite carried away reading the plays of Joe Orton today. Didn't realise how much I missed this book, purchased it in 1988 when I was young and had the frame of mind to weave an alternative lifestyle for myself. (At least in my imagination) Lets face it that is the safest way to lead an alternative lifestyle. I still lived at home with good old Mum and Dad payin
All is returning to normal. Well as normal as it can. With Dad gone now, we have all started to move on, kids back at school, Husbands away on business, watching the Bill on Tuesday nights and all the chore days have become routine again. Beds on Tuedays, towel on Wednesdays, shopping on Thursdays, floors on Fridays and washing back to every day. Life certainly do
Very much appreciated!
Ah yes, just one of the disgusting platforms of the Liberal party to try and bamboozal the public into voting them in again.. Sad how such a sh**house party still needs to form a coalition with the Nationals to beat just one little working mans party like Labor...Bring back the one vote one party and Labor would never lose. Liddy
Well, at 11.30pm Wednesday night my father took his last laboured breaths..... I feel so guilty for not staying that night, I wanted to, but with two small children it was getting harder and harder to sit by his hospital bed and keep the kids entertained as well. So I left on Wednesday afternoon and that night as my sister and mother turned the light off for the nigh
Hit the nail on the head there. These sad reaching people think this secret person will magically make all the problems of reality disappear with their on line fake love talk. If only they all realised that none of these people actually told the truth to start with. So that gorgeous busty, blonde, 22 year old, model that some disgrunttled husbands are wooing on line is actually a 52 year old, 32 stone, cross-dressing, truckie from Wagga Wagga that h
Hang on a minute, you may think I am a sad little cow who has nothing good to say about anything. Well, to confess, the only time this side of my personallity shows is right here. In here I can write and write to purge all the bad feelings and then get on with my day with a clean slate. With all the pressure in my life right now (and not dealing with it intern
What the ....?
Well, it's the Monday after Fathers Day Sunday and the entire day is going to take some getting over for me. We all got up early, my daughter and I made my husband french toast and coffee which he ate in bed (at my 5 year olds insistance), then we gathered the baby up and drove the hour to my parents home. On arrival Mum was still showering Dad, he can no long
I am tiring very quickly of the "bed of roses" attitude some do-gooders have to everything! I am always reading articles and letters in mag's etc that being a parent is a honor bestowed on lowly adults if they are really lucky individuals who have behaved themselves all their lives, say their prays and shower twice daily. Some days I wonder what bad thing I di
I totally agree with you. Unfortunately the "one bad apple spoils the barrell" rationale applies to everything these days. One cop on the take makes them all crooks, one camp gay man makes all gay men camp, one guy with a mullett being a redneck makes all mullett wearers rednecks, one boring housewife makes all housewives boring and sadly one promiscious bisexual person makes all bisexuals orgy hounds. Generalisation was the invention of white strai
Wednesday the first day of spring, at last. Good bye to trackie daks and hello togs. Rainy today, thank God, the drought is getting so bad without a drop of rain so this light soak will at least green up the grass. Sports day for the pre-schoolers was cancelled until tommorrow, my little girl was very sad about that, as her Dad was going to watch her run.
Dreary cloudy day at home. My little girl is at pre-school today and I finally got my baby to sleep, now its time to pull on the old yoga gear and get into a work out routine....groan. Even though I really love doing it and the feeling I have when I am finished, (not to mention the thrill of my jean being loose fitting at last) but to actually get changed and strad
Just thinking aloud, well in print. . Wanted to keep a journal but that seemed very serious and too hard, so I just blerb on here instead....to myself.....
Sigh,,,today is looking up. My five year old is in the yard with a huge red peg on her nose, shovel in hand, picking up the family dog's poo. Every now and then I can hear her announce to the dog "Strike me Pink, Edgar this stinks.." Sigh, that child really is an echo of everything we say. My baby boy is napping so all is clear on that front. I am so brain
Nothing is as bad as it seems, except waxing. Thats actually worse! Liddy
An average day really isnt an average day anymore. At 35 I really thought life would get easier, but alas all the shite is only starting to hit the fan. Married for nearly 10 years, one elderly ailling dog and two kids under my belt now, staying at home full time (while we can afford it) to care for them is no picnic even though they are the best kids in the world.
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