Reality TV that is. Well most of it anyway. I watched a season of Survivor and was over it, 2 seasons of Big Brother and was over it. I only watch X Factor and Idol when I'm desperate, have never watched Master Chef (the ads are enough) and I watched Dancing with the stars cause one of the stars on it, I liked. I also watched The Block for 2 seasons, before being over it as well. They are freaking everywhere, you can't turn on the TV without a reality show being on, no matter how much Channel surfing you do, there will be one somewhere.
I have to admit to watching Sister Wives, it fascinates me that these women live with this one man and put up with his crap LOL. I don't see loving families I see complete morons. Although not having a man around constantly isn't a bad thing, but dealing with all the other wives arrrggghhhh. I tend to watch it so I can bitch about it. Long Island Medium is another I watch occasionally, more for the fascination factor with all things occult than her and that is for sure. She's a disaster. Anyone that can use that much hairspray is a walking fire hazard.
Then I come to Honey Boo Boo, wtf is all I can say. How anyone can find that entertaining has me beat, I've forced myself to watch it just to see what the big deal is. As far as I can tell it's a bunch of hillbillies who are quite frankly disgusting. They eat crap, they are as dumb as planks, and how the hell she was ever a winner of anything amazes me. I happened to catch an episode where they were doing a recap, I got to watch the cooking, the dumbness (honey boo boo couldn't even spell bingo for fucks sake) and the excitement of Mommas neck crust, ewwwwwwwww.
I know there are lovers of reality TV out there, but seriously. It seems that the networks will jump on any excuse to show a new one, and I'm sorry but watching some little kid pick her nose while the whole family sits around farting is not entertainment. And there has to be people watching these shows, cause otherwise the networks would drop them faster than you can say fart. But who is it that watches them? I mean seriously? Who?
I want the networks to stop canning the good shows and get this crap off the air. It seemed at one stage that every single show I enjoyed they dropped, maybe after one season maybe after a pilot. And then they were replaced by Reality TV. WTF. This is not reality, reality is I get up in the morning, go to the can, shower, do some laundry, work, cook, and clean. There is no sitting around discussing shit, there is no fuck this and fuck that every 5 seconds, in fact I was just washing the car, and didn't swear once LOL. I'm not saying I don't, just seems to me that on some of these shows it's a constant and without it no one would watch. Mostly they seem to me to be totally scripted, I can't imagine people actually living like these shows show. Wife Swap, give me a break, who the hell would go on something like that? Obviously you'd have to get paid, and not something I could ever do since there is no hubby here LOL.
Okay there's my rant, now I'm going to go do some channel surfing. I'll be uploading video of me throwing the remote at the TV when I can't find anything decent to watch, I might even slam a door or two.
Catch yas
Cathy
Saturday, December 28, 2013
Thursday, December 26, 2013
And so that was Christmas
Another year gone, another Christmas celebrated. Another bunch of hyper kids running around like lunatics, hyped up on sugar and excitement LOL.
I love Christmas with the family, and I'm so glad I have one to celebrate the day with. I have a bunch of grandkids to spoil and enjoy and a wonderful family to sit and gossip with. Not to mention the seemingly endless supply of food we have to try and squeeze into our belly that just doesn't seem to expand at the same rate as the food goes in. Rained this year, so we had to celebrate inside, the rain can't possibly put a dampener on Christmas Day, it can affect other days but Christmas is just special.
We are not religious the day doesn't have any sort of religious significance to us, but instead it is a day we celebrate life and love. Some might say that life and love shouldn't come with presents, but neither should celebrating the birth of Jesus unless your giving him presents LOL.
As a kid I eagerly waited for Santa to visit, and with my brothers, tore through our Santa sacks live speedy Gonzales on acid. We travelled to the city to celebrate with other family, always having a hot dinner until the parents decided it was just too much and we stayed at home and had salads, much better suited to Christmas in Australia LOL. I have to admit I sometimes miss the hot lunch and the larger gathering, but only for a little bit LOL.
As I got older Christmas became fun because I was able to buy presents myself to pass out, the thrill of picking something out that I thought was perfect for the recipient and paying for it myself was wonderful. Wrapping the gifts carefully and sliding them under the tree, knowing they would be given and received with love, left me with the warm fuzzies. Then I got to be Santa, stuffing sacks on Christmas eve with presents that were filled with little pieces that could get lost or sucked into the vacuum, didn't dampen the excitement of playing Santa. For most of my kids lives I've been a single parent, which of course means bugger all money. I'd layby at the start of the year, and pay it off as I could. Then when it was closer by the little gifts to fill the sacks, you know the ones I'm talking about, the kids love them but they usually break within a couple of days LOL.
And now my kids are Santa, well 2 of them are anyway. And I get to be Nana and sit back and watch as my girls take the reins and give the joy I felt for years to their own kids. I get to visit and play and then leave LOL. Christmas eve the tree was surrounded by gifts, and now it sits decorated still but without the colour of all different wrappings surrounding it. The wrapping paper is now in the recycling bin, the gifts received have been put away. And that's it for another year.
I used to be so organised when the kids were little what with the early laybying, this year it was all last minute and a huge rush, probably should start shopping in the new year for next years Christmas, but I'm pretty sure it will be a rush again LOL.
Catch yas
Cathy
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. May all your dreams come true and may your families and you remain safe and happy.
I love Christmas with the family, and I'm so glad I have one to celebrate the day with. I have a bunch of grandkids to spoil and enjoy and a wonderful family to sit and gossip with. Not to mention the seemingly endless supply of food we have to try and squeeze into our belly that just doesn't seem to expand at the same rate as the food goes in. Rained this year, so we had to celebrate inside, the rain can't possibly put a dampener on Christmas Day, it can affect other days but Christmas is just special.
We are not religious the day doesn't have any sort of religious significance to us, but instead it is a day we celebrate life and love. Some might say that life and love shouldn't come with presents, but neither should celebrating the birth of Jesus unless your giving him presents LOL.
As a kid I eagerly waited for Santa to visit, and with my brothers, tore through our Santa sacks live speedy Gonzales on acid. We travelled to the city to celebrate with other family, always having a hot dinner until the parents decided it was just too much and we stayed at home and had salads, much better suited to Christmas in Australia LOL. I have to admit I sometimes miss the hot lunch and the larger gathering, but only for a little bit LOL.
As I got older Christmas became fun because I was able to buy presents myself to pass out, the thrill of picking something out that I thought was perfect for the recipient and paying for it myself was wonderful. Wrapping the gifts carefully and sliding them under the tree, knowing they would be given and received with love, left me with the warm fuzzies. Then I got to be Santa, stuffing sacks on Christmas eve with presents that were filled with little pieces that could get lost or sucked into the vacuum, didn't dampen the excitement of playing Santa. For most of my kids lives I've been a single parent, which of course means bugger all money. I'd layby at the start of the year, and pay it off as I could. Then when it was closer by the little gifts to fill the sacks, you know the ones I'm talking about, the kids love them but they usually break within a couple of days LOL.
And now my kids are Santa, well 2 of them are anyway. And I get to be Nana and sit back and watch as my girls take the reins and give the joy I felt for years to their own kids. I get to visit and play and then leave LOL. Christmas eve the tree was surrounded by gifts, and now it sits decorated still but without the colour of all different wrappings surrounding it. The wrapping paper is now in the recycling bin, the gifts received have been put away. And that's it for another year.
I used to be so organised when the kids were little what with the early laybying, this year it was all last minute and a huge rush, probably should start shopping in the new year for next years Christmas, but I'm pretty sure it will be a rush again LOL.
Catch yas
Cathy
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. May all your dreams come true and may your families and you remain safe and happy.
Saturday, November 23, 2013
Protection
I just don't get it. They are talking about a law in Australia that will protect the rights of the unborn child, basically protecting them against child abuse. If a parent is a known addict and gets pregnant they will be forced to sign a parental contract that will allow their baby to be taken at birth if it's broken. The way to break the contract is to have a positive drug test, or to stay in an abusive relationship.
With the abusive relationship this doesn't mean staying with the man you love who has suddenly changed and has actually started to act like a man and stop beating you. He would of course have to undergo counselling and the couple would have to prove there was no more abuse. I'm in 2 minds over this one. The fact that some women are so traumatised by years of abuse and conditioned to do what their man says and to take what he dishes out, does not to me mean that she feels she has any options. Now we all know there are options but unless we walk a day in their shoes we really don't know. I stayed for years of psychological abuse, only leaving when it did get violent. If it hadn't, who knows maybe I'd still be there and my girls would have had to live with the same abuse I did, and grown up to be completely different people.
With a positive drug test on the other hand, I feel completely differently. To me one single positive test for marijuana is child abuse. It makes no difference if it is one or 100, one single test is enough for me to say, strip that woman of all rights. Now I read a letter to the editor in the paper this morning, decrying the idea, calling it the same as the stolen generation. Ummm, no it's not. I in no way advocate what happened to the stolen generation, these children were taken from parents who's only crime (and I say that tongue in cheek as it is not a crime), was to have different coloured skin. They would of loved their children and raised them as well as they could, just like any other parent of the times. There were in fact many white parents who didn't deserve to have their children, but the fact they were white meant they couldn't possibly be abusing their children. Sorry going off on a different tangent now, but the fact is that removing a child who has been abused while still in the womb is not the same. We know that what happened with the stolen generation was wrong, we understand that it should never of happened. So if these poor babies born to drug addicted parents and who suffer greatly with withdrawal from birth, are not removed we all know it will also be wrong. Sure the parents should have a chance to prove they can change, it is every ones right to show that while they may of been wrong in the past they have changed, but is it not the babys right to be given a safe and loving environment to grow up in? Does that baby not have the same right as it's parent to make choices and not have them made for them.
The baby born to a drug addicted mother suffers from birth with withdrawal, they can have birth defects and be mentally handicapped in some way. They are also at high risk of developing a drug addiction themselves later in life. And what of the parent, their baby gets taken away, they get stoned and forget about it. They may protest and claim to fight everyday and decry their rights being taken away. But I can't see how they can possibly say that they love their child and that anyone can believe it. In this day and age, I cannot believe there is a single person who does not know the dangers of abusing drugs while pregnant. There is too much information out there and it's not hidden away or only available to those with money. If you attend a medical centre while pregnant they will tell you it isn't safe to do drugs, your friends will tell you the same, your family knows all about it. So don't claim ignorance. It's even something taught in schools when they talk about the danger of drugs.
I have personally heard someone say that smoking a little pot won't hurt their baby. This person is not a doctor they are not a scientist, in fact they haven't even finished school, so how would they know. Seriously that is just a lie they tell themselves to feel good about the fact they know they are fucking with their babies lives. So, your a mother who has had a history of drugs and drink, you have no children living with you, and you get pregnant again. Does your life change? If the answer is no, your going to keep doing whatever you want cause its your right as an adult, then you are nothing but a child abuser. Don't scream about 'The Man' taking away your precious baby, while making no changes to your life. If you want to have a healthy happy baby living with you as part of your family, then make the changes. Do not do drugs, listen to the experts, dump all those so called friends of yours who you know are losers and going nowhere but down. And just maybe you will win the right to be a parent.
If you refuse to change your lifestyle, I say again, you are nothing more than a child abuser and you don't deserve anything.
Catch yas
Cathy
With the abusive relationship this doesn't mean staying with the man you love who has suddenly changed and has actually started to act like a man and stop beating you. He would of course have to undergo counselling and the couple would have to prove there was no more abuse. I'm in 2 minds over this one. The fact that some women are so traumatised by years of abuse and conditioned to do what their man says and to take what he dishes out, does not to me mean that she feels she has any options. Now we all know there are options but unless we walk a day in their shoes we really don't know. I stayed for years of psychological abuse, only leaving when it did get violent. If it hadn't, who knows maybe I'd still be there and my girls would have had to live with the same abuse I did, and grown up to be completely different people.
With a positive drug test on the other hand, I feel completely differently. To me one single positive test for marijuana is child abuse. It makes no difference if it is one or 100, one single test is enough for me to say, strip that woman of all rights. Now I read a letter to the editor in the paper this morning, decrying the idea, calling it the same as the stolen generation. Ummm, no it's not. I in no way advocate what happened to the stolen generation, these children were taken from parents who's only crime (and I say that tongue in cheek as it is not a crime), was to have different coloured skin. They would of loved their children and raised them as well as they could, just like any other parent of the times. There were in fact many white parents who didn't deserve to have their children, but the fact they were white meant they couldn't possibly be abusing their children. Sorry going off on a different tangent now, but the fact is that removing a child who has been abused while still in the womb is not the same. We know that what happened with the stolen generation was wrong, we understand that it should never of happened. So if these poor babies born to drug addicted parents and who suffer greatly with withdrawal from birth, are not removed we all know it will also be wrong. Sure the parents should have a chance to prove they can change, it is every ones right to show that while they may of been wrong in the past they have changed, but is it not the babys right to be given a safe and loving environment to grow up in? Does that baby not have the same right as it's parent to make choices and not have them made for them.
The baby born to a drug addicted mother suffers from birth with withdrawal, they can have birth defects and be mentally handicapped in some way. They are also at high risk of developing a drug addiction themselves later in life. And what of the parent, their baby gets taken away, they get stoned and forget about it. They may protest and claim to fight everyday and decry their rights being taken away. But I can't see how they can possibly say that they love their child and that anyone can believe it. In this day and age, I cannot believe there is a single person who does not know the dangers of abusing drugs while pregnant. There is too much information out there and it's not hidden away or only available to those with money. If you attend a medical centre while pregnant they will tell you it isn't safe to do drugs, your friends will tell you the same, your family knows all about it. So don't claim ignorance. It's even something taught in schools when they talk about the danger of drugs.
I have personally heard someone say that smoking a little pot won't hurt their baby. This person is not a doctor they are not a scientist, in fact they haven't even finished school, so how would they know. Seriously that is just a lie they tell themselves to feel good about the fact they know they are fucking with their babies lives. So, your a mother who has had a history of drugs and drink, you have no children living with you, and you get pregnant again. Does your life change? If the answer is no, your going to keep doing whatever you want cause its your right as an adult, then you are nothing but a child abuser. Don't scream about 'The Man' taking away your precious baby, while making no changes to your life. If you want to have a healthy happy baby living with you as part of your family, then make the changes. Do not do drugs, listen to the experts, dump all those so called friends of yours who you know are losers and going nowhere but down. And just maybe you will win the right to be a parent.
If you refuse to change your lifestyle, I say again, you are nothing more than a child abuser and you don't deserve anything.
Catch yas
Cathy
Friday, November 15, 2013
So this is .....
54. Yep 54, it's my birthday and I'm 54. Sorry for repeating it but I can't believe it LOL. I don't feel 54, or maybe I do, but never having been 54 before I just don't know it. I still feel ............................................................................ 38, you all thought I was going to say 21, well no that's not possible to feel that young again, not when I have 3 kids and 8 grand kids, and to be honest I don't want to be 21 again anyway. Nothing special with being 21 these days, and while it was fun, that's all it was, fun.
So I've had another year of marvelling at the stupidity of people who believe that if they vote for someone new then things will change. Another year of dealing with arseholes who believe they are in the right and it doesn't matter what I say I'm wrong. That includes me saying the sky is blue, apparently it isn't LOL. Another year of working to retirement and sleeping in. Another year of being stuck in the same place I've been for years. Another year of laughing at people who post all their drama on face book and are then shocked when others post that they are idiots. Another year of reading American politics posts and all the bitching that goes along with it. Got to admit that is fun, some people get so emotional LOL. Another year of new aches and pains, new hair growths and yet more grey hair.
But it's also been another year of fun, another year of adding another grandchild to the family. Another year of laughing at my kids as they complain about getting older. Another year of teasing my parents about how old they are. And believe me they are olddddddddddddddd. Another year of having a baby brother and feeling stupid when referring to him as that. Another year of having an older brother, and not feeling at all stupid when referring to him as that LOL. Another year of meeting new people and sharing grandchildren with them. Another year of all the family drama that my middle child must endure, but enjoying the laughing over the whole ridiculous thing.
All in all, despite the many lows that I have survived through my 54 years, the highs far out weigh them. I've watched my first marriage deteriorate., my second fall after my husband died, I've lived through my children's pain as they have gone through emotional roller coasters and I've had to deal with a mother who is not what she used to be. But I've watched my children grow into wonderful people, and each of them are so different and yet the same. I've watched them get married (well 2 of them), have children (not necessarily in that order), and move forward in their lives. I've laughed with them, I've cried with them, I've lived their lives with them. It has been up and down, and round and round, but oh so much fun.
We don't live in each others pockets, but we are there for each other and never forget the road that has led us to where we are today. I reckon I can live with 54, it's not a bad number I guess. Not sure how I'll feel at 55, but lets deal with one birthday at a time.
Catch yas
Cathy
So I've had another year of marvelling at the stupidity of people who believe that if they vote for someone new then things will change. Another year of dealing with arseholes who believe they are in the right and it doesn't matter what I say I'm wrong. That includes me saying the sky is blue, apparently it isn't LOL. Another year of working to retirement and sleeping in. Another year of being stuck in the same place I've been for years. Another year of laughing at people who post all their drama on face book and are then shocked when others post that they are idiots. Another year of reading American politics posts and all the bitching that goes along with it. Got to admit that is fun, some people get so emotional LOL. Another year of new aches and pains, new hair growths and yet more grey hair.
But it's also been another year of fun, another year of adding another grandchild to the family. Another year of laughing at my kids as they complain about getting older. Another year of teasing my parents about how old they are. And believe me they are olddddddddddddddd. Another year of having a baby brother and feeling stupid when referring to him as that. Another year of having an older brother, and not feeling at all stupid when referring to him as that LOL. Another year of meeting new people and sharing grandchildren with them. Another year of all the family drama that my middle child must endure, but enjoying the laughing over the whole ridiculous thing.
All in all, despite the many lows that I have survived through my 54 years, the highs far out weigh them. I've watched my first marriage deteriorate., my second fall after my husband died, I've lived through my children's pain as they have gone through emotional roller coasters and I've had to deal with a mother who is not what she used to be. But I've watched my children grow into wonderful people, and each of them are so different and yet the same. I've watched them get married (well 2 of them), have children (not necessarily in that order), and move forward in their lives. I've laughed with them, I've cried with them, I've lived their lives with them. It has been up and down, and round and round, but oh so much fun.
We don't live in each others pockets, but we are there for each other and never forget the road that has led us to where we are today. I reckon I can live with 54, it's not a bad number I guess. Not sure how I'll feel at 55, but lets deal with one birthday at a time.
Catch yas
Cathy
Saturday, October 5, 2013
It's the End of the World as We Know It ...
With the soon to be new season of Walking Dead starting on TV, I've been thinking. How many times have we seen Zombies taking over the world without the armed forces being able to stop them. Seriously what the hell are we paying them for if they can't kill a few dead people. They have access to the most powerful weapons in the world, and yet we see armies decimated by 10 zombies taking a stroll down the middle of a highway. And hey guys, everyone knows that the only way to kill a zombie is shoot it in the head, geez. Stop firing your machine guns in a maniacal spray that hits nothing, get the snipers out and shoot em right between the eyes. A pre teen kid can do it, a guy (a very hot guy) with a crossbow can do it, even a bunch of people with no clue how to use a gun can poke a crowbar through their brains.
Maybe our special forces need some specialist training in zombie killing. If they sit through just one episode of The Walking Dead they will be set. And stop shooting randomly, one shot through the head and the bullets will last. So a bunch of zombies has taken over a major city, sorry if there is still anyone in there not zombified, nuke the city, or really you don't even need to nuke it, just bomb it, then move in with the troops protected in tanks, and shoot any left. Zombies don't shoot back guys, they don't run, they sure as shit can't sneak up on you, they are ruled by hunger, throw down some blood and guts and lure them into your trap. The fact that everyone turns into a zombie after death without being bitten isn't really a new twist either, seen it in movies before, so be prepared for it. "Oh Mabel, looks like old Frank has gone and died. Get the pick axe." See simple.
And what's with all the sudden traffic jams all over the place. Your going to stop over a little fender bender to exchange insurance info, get real people this is the end of the world the zombie apocalypse, keep driving, worry about the damage to your car later. And for goodness sakes, stay in your damn car, why get out and abandon it in the middle of the road, you think your going to escape the shuffling herd of zombies, get real, you can run the bastards down you know. If you must abandon your vehicle cause you run out of gas or the engine dies pull over to the side of the road and abandon your vehicle, or push it to the side of the road. Try and have some common courtesy to any survivors coming behind you needing to get to a disease control centre, pull over so they can get past quickly and easily as they leave you eating their dust.
Then there's all the packing, don't forget to load your car with, oh well what do you say water and food, forget the fucking photos and suitcases loaded with clothes, your need food and water, load it up. You need weapons, juniors baseball bat will work just as well as a gun when it comes to killing a zombie. The tyre iron you just took out to put in your wife's makeup, put the fucker back. If she's dead she'll look dead, and no amount of makeup will change that.
Another thing I'd love to have explained to me, maybe this season will explain it, why the hell does all the satellite coverage stop. You've got a satellite phone, but suddenly you can't call your neighbour who also has a satellite phone, did zombies go up into space and destroy all the unmanned satellites? Must someone clock into work every day to switch them on? Sure eventually they will break down and burn up on reentry but at least for a while they should work. I get that power will cut out because it does actually need people to maintain it, but come on seriously there isn't one survivor left who can switch the power back on in our fortified town.
All of that said, I will definitely be watching when the new season starts, I love the show, I don't care that it was so easy for zombies to take over, it's all about the entertainment, it's also educational, if my neighbour turns all zombie, I know what to do before they can spread the disease. And I won't fuck around worrying about whether or not they are still in there somewhere, your a zombie fucker, your going down!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Catch yas
Cathy
Maybe our special forces need some specialist training in zombie killing. If they sit through just one episode of The Walking Dead they will be set. And stop shooting randomly, one shot through the head and the bullets will last. So a bunch of zombies has taken over a major city, sorry if there is still anyone in there not zombified, nuke the city, or really you don't even need to nuke it, just bomb it, then move in with the troops protected in tanks, and shoot any left. Zombies don't shoot back guys, they don't run, they sure as shit can't sneak up on you, they are ruled by hunger, throw down some blood and guts and lure them into your trap. The fact that everyone turns into a zombie after death without being bitten isn't really a new twist either, seen it in movies before, so be prepared for it. "Oh Mabel, looks like old Frank has gone and died. Get the pick axe." See simple.
And what's with all the sudden traffic jams all over the place. Your going to stop over a little fender bender to exchange insurance info, get real people this is the end of the world the zombie apocalypse, keep driving, worry about the damage to your car later. And for goodness sakes, stay in your damn car, why get out and abandon it in the middle of the road, you think your going to escape the shuffling herd of zombies, get real, you can run the bastards down you know. If you must abandon your vehicle cause you run out of gas or the engine dies pull over to the side of the road and abandon your vehicle, or push it to the side of the road. Try and have some common courtesy to any survivors coming behind you needing to get to a disease control centre, pull over so they can get past quickly and easily as they leave you eating their dust.
Then there's all the packing, don't forget to load your car with, oh well what do you say water and food, forget the fucking photos and suitcases loaded with clothes, your need food and water, load it up. You need weapons, juniors baseball bat will work just as well as a gun when it comes to killing a zombie. The tyre iron you just took out to put in your wife's makeup, put the fucker back. If she's dead she'll look dead, and no amount of makeup will change that.
Another thing I'd love to have explained to me, maybe this season will explain it, why the hell does all the satellite coverage stop. You've got a satellite phone, but suddenly you can't call your neighbour who also has a satellite phone, did zombies go up into space and destroy all the unmanned satellites? Must someone clock into work every day to switch them on? Sure eventually they will break down and burn up on reentry but at least for a while they should work. I get that power will cut out because it does actually need people to maintain it, but come on seriously there isn't one survivor left who can switch the power back on in our fortified town.
All of that said, I will definitely be watching when the new season starts, I love the show, I don't care that it was so easy for zombies to take over, it's all about the entertainment, it's also educational, if my neighbour turns all zombie, I know what to do before they can spread the disease. And I won't fuck around worrying about whether or not they are still in there somewhere, your a zombie fucker, your going down!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Catch yas
Cathy
Thursday, September 26, 2013
You guys rock!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This one has been a long time coming. You all know from previous posts how proud I am of all my children, they are all different and walk different paths. They have their moments when you just want to strangle them, and I'm sure that goes both ways, but they are all my proudest achievement.
That said this blog is about one of those children, the middle child (no syndromes seem to have attached to her), and it doesn't mean that I think more of her than the others (I know they read this LOL). This is more to talk about how truly amazing she is along with her husband. There will be no names mentioned, but those of you who know us personally will know who they are.
My daughter had her first child at the age of 16 while still living at home and going to school. It wasn't easy on any of us,most of all her, but she managed to continue her schooling (yes I helped LOL) and finish off her Year 12 as she had always planned. It took her a bit longer but she still did it.
She is now 27 and along with her first child has had 2 more, and has gained a stepson by marriage. Pretty full on family with just those, but her and her husband have also fostered 2 siblings, and how they manage always amazes us. She had a 9 yr old and an almost 2 yr old when she had her 3rd, born in the shower at home hehehehe. Then when they learnt of a situation with a family member they stepped up and took in a little baby girl. They hesitated, they both knew she could have issues and that having 2 babies was not going to be easy, but they still did it. And now with those 2 little girls both 1 they have taken in another baby. He is a cutie.
They got the call they said yes, and that's just the sort of people they are. I know there are other wonderful foster parents out there, but this is about the ones I know personally and no one in our family doubts that if anyone can do it they can. It's not easy for them, support that was offered has since been withdrawn, but the kids (every one of them) is loved and well cared for. We all do what we can, but it's not easy when you work (like me) and have your own young family (her older sister) to deal with. But we do what we can, which is pretty much what its all about.
Not only are they foster parents, but we are a foster family, these kids are as much a part of our lives as the ones born into it, and they are loved by us all. Everyone knows how hard it is to raise a child, imagine getting a phone call with no notice to take in another. I'm not sure it's something I could do, but am proud to have family members that can.
They have it hard with that many kids, having to get a big car, and rent a big house is all expensive. Having to keep up with washing for that many kids is hard, and constantly cleaning up after them isn't the fun thing it seems. But they do it all, and as I said they do it with very little help. I'm surprised they haven't both gone insane, or maybe it's just they always were and we never noticed LOL. With all the running around after the kids, my daughter was studying at home, and her husband has been training for a new job. By the end of the day they are both exhausted and dream about the day the kids will all be grown up. But they don't wish it for now, they would miss out on too much, and while it might be easier if the kids were bigger and able to do more to help out, you never want to miss out on all those important milestones.
So to my daughter and her husband, I raise a glass to you both and say "You guys are amazing, I wish more people in the world were like you. I'm proud of you both and so happy you are a part of my family. Love you"
Catch yas
Cathy
That said this blog is about one of those children, the middle child (no syndromes seem to have attached to her), and it doesn't mean that I think more of her than the others (I know they read this LOL). This is more to talk about how truly amazing she is along with her husband. There will be no names mentioned, but those of you who know us personally will know who they are.
My daughter had her first child at the age of 16 while still living at home and going to school. It wasn't easy on any of us,most of all her, but she managed to continue her schooling (yes I helped LOL) and finish off her Year 12 as she had always planned. It took her a bit longer but she still did it.
She is now 27 and along with her first child has had 2 more, and has gained a stepson by marriage. Pretty full on family with just those, but her and her husband have also fostered 2 siblings, and how they manage always amazes us. She had a 9 yr old and an almost 2 yr old when she had her 3rd, born in the shower at home hehehehe. Then when they learnt of a situation with a family member they stepped up and took in a little baby girl. They hesitated, they both knew she could have issues and that having 2 babies was not going to be easy, but they still did it. And now with those 2 little girls both 1 they have taken in another baby. He is a cutie.
They got the call they said yes, and that's just the sort of people they are. I know there are other wonderful foster parents out there, but this is about the ones I know personally and no one in our family doubts that if anyone can do it they can. It's not easy for them, support that was offered has since been withdrawn, but the kids (every one of them) is loved and well cared for. We all do what we can, but it's not easy when you work (like me) and have your own young family (her older sister) to deal with. But we do what we can, which is pretty much what its all about.
Not only are they foster parents, but we are a foster family, these kids are as much a part of our lives as the ones born into it, and they are loved by us all. Everyone knows how hard it is to raise a child, imagine getting a phone call with no notice to take in another. I'm not sure it's something I could do, but am proud to have family members that can.
They have it hard with that many kids, having to get a big car, and rent a big house is all expensive. Having to keep up with washing for that many kids is hard, and constantly cleaning up after them isn't the fun thing it seems. But they do it all, and as I said they do it with very little help. I'm surprised they haven't both gone insane, or maybe it's just they always were and we never noticed LOL. With all the running around after the kids, my daughter was studying at home, and her husband has been training for a new job. By the end of the day they are both exhausted and dream about the day the kids will all be grown up. But they don't wish it for now, they would miss out on too much, and while it might be easier if the kids were bigger and able to do more to help out, you never want to miss out on all those important milestones.
So to my daughter and her husband, I raise a glass to you both and say "You guys are amazing, I wish more people in the world were like you. I'm proud of you both and so happy you are a part of my family. Love you"
Catch yas
Cathy
Saturday, September 14, 2013
You have no right to call yourself a ........
Mother. That's the title on todays blog, wait that sounds like I blog everyday but I'm too damn lazy to do that LOL. How about, that's the title of my latest blog and it's a bit of a rant.
We all know someone, maybe we are even related to them, they call themselves a mother, but behave in the least motherly fashion anyone possibly could. Even spiders who eat their mate leaving their children with a single parent to raise them are better than these woman are.
A mothers love has no conditions on it, we don't love our children because they visit all the time or because they take us out. It doesn't even matter if they only call us when they need our help. We love them, and that's all there is to it, there is nothing else to say. We raise them nurture them, help them to grow into the amazing adults they can become, and even if we think they could of lived their lives a little better, we don't care, they are ours and are loved, now and forever. I don't need to share the 'repost if you love your daughter/son' on Facebook, to be honest I don't care if people don't think I love my kids if I don't do the reposts, they know I do and my friends and family know I do and they are the only ones who matter to me.
I've raised my kids alone, and it wasn't easy, we struggled and did without. But one thing that was always clear was the love. Sure they'd have their oh mum doesn't love me or she loves you better moments, I had them so I expect them to do the same. But they know I love them, and they know I would do anything within my power for them, and not ask for anything in return. I don't try and use the old guilt trip on them, you never call, you only call when you want something, blah blah. Get a freaking life and enjoy the moments you do spend with your kids.
I would like nothing better than to be able to be in a relationship that allowed me the freedom to not have to work, but I don't have that, and as far as I can tell, never will. I value every moment spent with the kids, and the grand kids. If I could see them more than I do now I would be so much happier. I'd love to be able to go to one of the girls houses in the middle of the week and say, hey get out of the house, treat yourself for a couple of hours. Or take the grand kids to the park for a play while Mum relaxes, catches up on some much needed sleep, or does some cleaning, which we all know is easier child free. But I can't, I hate that I can't, but until I retire that's the way it has to be. So if one of the kids asks me to babysit, and I'm not working, I jump at the chance. (Girls this doesn't mean you can call me and ask for babysitting as soon as you read this LOL)
I see mums all around me shouting to the world what a good mother they are, no need to shout people if your really a good mother, the world already knows it. But more importantly your kids know it. I'm not perfect, I've made mistakes, and who hasn't, I dare you to say your perfect, and keep a straight face. The one constant that I live with everyday is the fact that the kids come first. It was the love for my girls that finally got me to move out of a relationship that would of ended up destroying us all completely. It is that love that drives me everyday. When I met my second husband, it was the fact that my younger daughter loved him straight up that led me to taking the next step. A step that led us around by the nose for a few years before we lost him. We had some wonderful years and the girls were joined by a brother who shared in our love.
You can't say you would do anything for your kids, and offer to help them out, and then turn around and take it all back. The world doesn't work that way, if you did it to a friend you'd soon find yourself without that friend, you can't treat people like they are your belongings, they do not owe you anything if you do not give anything back. You must love them unconditionally and respect the people they have grown into.
So to all of you who claim to be a mother, think about it, do you love your kids unconditionally and despite their faults? Do you offer to babysit at anytime and then bitch about how many times they have asked you to watch the kids? Do you tell everyone that so and so is a user and a bad son, after years of declaring to all and sundry that he was the best of the bunch? Here's a tip, get off your arse and go and visit your kids or kid, take the first step. After all, you are the one who raised them, so if you don't like them or the way they treat you, you only have yourself to blame. Don't offer to do something and then take it back, stick to your word, and when you call yourself a mother actually act like one.
After you have had your first child, you are forever after a mother, even when you are gone, you still life on as a mother, in their hearts and blood, and the hearts and blood of their children, and their childrens children, etc.
Catch yas
Cathy
PS. Yes this is about someone I know. Sorry for ignoring any dads out there who might read, including mine LOL, this does work both ways :)
We all know someone, maybe we are even related to them, they call themselves a mother, but behave in the least motherly fashion anyone possibly could. Even spiders who eat their mate leaving their children with a single parent to raise them are better than these woman are.
A mothers love has no conditions on it, we don't love our children because they visit all the time or because they take us out. It doesn't even matter if they only call us when they need our help. We love them, and that's all there is to it, there is nothing else to say. We raise them nurture them, help them to grow into the amazing adults they can become, and even if we think they could of lived their lives a little better, we don't care, they are ours and are loved, now and forever. I don't need to share the 'repost if you love your daughter/son' on Facebook, to be honest I don't care if people don't think I love my kids if I don't do the reposts, they know I do and my friends and family know I do and they are the only ones who matter to me.
I've raised my kids alone, and it wasn't easy, we struggled and did without. But one thing that was always clear was the love. Sure they'd have their oh mum doesn't love me or she loves you better moments, I had them so I expect them to do the same. But they know I love them, and they know I would do anything within my power for them, and not ask for anything in return. I don't try and use the old guilt trip on them, you never call, you only call when you want something, blah blah. Get a freaking life and enjoy the moments you do spend with your kids.
I would like nothing better than to be able to be in a relationship that allowed me the freedom to not have to work, but I don't have that, and as far as I can tell, never will. I value every moment spent with the kids, and the grand kids. If I could see them more than I do now I would be so much happier. I'd love to be able to go to one of the girls houses in the middle of the week and say, hey get out of the house, treat yourself for a couple of hours. Or take the grand kids to the park for a play while Mum relaxes, catches up on some much needed sleep, or does some cleaning, which we all know is easier child free. But I can't, I hate that I can't, but until I retire that's the way it has to be. So if one of the kids asks me to babysit, and I'm not working, I jump at the chance. (Girls this doesn't mean you can call me and ask for babysitting as soon as you read this LOL)
I see mums all around me shouting to the world what a good mother they are, no need to shout people if your really a good mother, the world already knows it. But more importantly your kids know it. I'm not perfect, I've made mistakes, and who hasn't, I dare you to say your perfect, and keep a straight face. The one constant that I live with everyday is the fact that the kids come first. It was the love for my girls that finally got me to move out of a relationship that would of ended up destroying us all completely. It is that love that drives me everyday. When I met my second husband, it was the fact that my younger daughter loved him straight up that led me to taking the next step. A step that led us around by the nose for a few years before we lost him. We had some wonderful years and the girls were joined by a brother who shared in our love.
You can't say you would do anything for your kids, and offer to help them out, and then turn around and take it all back. The world doesn't work that way, if you did it to a friend you'd soon find yourself without that friend, you can't treat people like they are your belongings, they do not owe you anything if you do not give anything back. You must love them unconditionally and respect the people they have grown into.
So to all of you who claim to be a mother, think about it, do you love your kids unconditionally and despite their faults? Do you offer to babysit at anytime and then bitch about how many times they have asked you to watch the kids? Do you tell everyone that so and so is a user and a bad son, after years of declaring to all and sundry that he was the best of the bunch? Here's a tip, get off your arse and go and visit your kids or kid, take the first step. After all, you are the one who raised them, so if you don't like them or the way they treat you, you only have yourself to blame. Don't offer to do something and then take it back, stick to your word, and when you call yourself a mother actually act like one.
After you have had your first child, you are forever after a mother, even when you are gone, you still life on as a mother, in their hearts and blood, and the hearts and blood of their children, and their childrens children, etc.
Catch yas
Cathy
PS. Yes this is about someone I know. Sorry for ignoring any dads out there who might read, including mine LOL, this does work both ways :)
Saturday, August 3, 2013
Just Do It!
I navigate around Facebook and read it, I hear it almost daily, and I know that in the past I've said it myself. What's she talking about you ask, well it's a simple phrase really. Or rather just a few words used to encourage someone, Do it for your (insert Dad Mum Kids Partner here). I was thinking the other night, that that is just so wrong and I'm really over seeing it and hearing it. In fact I can't remember the last time I even said it. What people should be saying is Do it for yourself. It's not selfish to turn your life around for yourself. In fact that's what you should be doing. If you've got someone in your life that is bad for you, then you and only you can get them out. And you've got to do it because you want to, not because you feel that someone else wants you to.
If I ever manage to give up smoking, I'm not doing it for anyone but myself, fuck everyone else. They can tell me I'll live longer and be there longer for my grand kids and kids, but seriously it's not for them I'll do it, it's for me. And hopefully they'll enjoy having me around longer LOL. When I see comments like Do it for your Dad, well why should you. Is your Dad going to love you anymore than they already do? A parents love should be unconditional. I know that there are parents who do place conditions on their love, but lets face it, those people have no right to call themselves parents. Love is not a bargaining chip, it is that raw emotion that overwhelms you from the first moment you lay eyes on your child. It's that emotion that from the very first threatens to destroy you and changes your life forever. You don't then turn around and say oh well if you don't give up smoking (just an example) I can't love you anymore, it's not something that can just be turned off.
The greatest power in the world is the love a parent feels for a child, if we could fuel the world with that love then we would all be so much richer emotionally and there'd be no damage to the ozone layer LOL. This is not a power that can be changed by the flick of a switch. nor does it disappear when a loved one dies, it is there and will always be there.
The only time the Do it for your (insert Dad Mum Kids Partner here) sentence should be used is if your talking about the washing up or picking something up at the shops. For everything else then it's Do it for yourself. You want a better life, then you have to do it, they aren't going to do it for you, so Do it for yourself. You don't wake up in the morning and think hmmmm, how would my (Dad Mum kids partner) like me to look today, I'll just ask them before I get dressed. So don't expect them to be the reason you change yourself, it's something that you have to want to do. And people please, no matter how many times you use the sentence to try and help someone, or make them feel better, know this, it doesn't mean jackshit. It's not a motivation for them to suddenly change their lives for the better, it might sound like one, but it isn't. Honestly the first thing that pops into my head when I read it, or hear it, is fuck you I don't wanna. Okay, maybe that's just me and that little rebel who sits on both my shoulders, but if you said, "You know this is something you need to do for yourself, and I'll be here to support you in any way I can", that little rebel is more likely to stay silent. Please don't inundate me with the before mentioned sentence, my little rebels are already prepared for it LOL.
Let's face it, most of us know that our lives are fucked, the way we live is wrong, and much like the alcoholic and drug addict these lives can't be changed unless we want to change them. If you change your life for someone else, then you are using them as a crutch and if that crutch is taken away, you will have nowhere to go but back down again.
Catch yas
Cathy
As always the opinions published are my own.
If I ever manage to give up smoking, I'm not doing it for anyone but myself, fuck everyone else. They can tell me I'll live longer and be there longer for my grand kids and kids, but seriously it's not for them I'll do it, it's for me. And hopefully they'll enjoy having me around longer LOL. When I see comments like Do it for your Dad, well why should you. Is your Dad going to love you anymore than they already do? A parents love should be unconditional. I know that there are parents who do place conditions on their love, but lets face it, those people have no right to call themselves parents. Love is not a bargaining chip, it is that raw emotion that overwhelms you from the first moment you lay eyes on your child. It's that emotion that from the very first threatens to destroy you and changes your life forever. You don't then turn around and say oh well if you don't give up smoking (just an example) I can't love you anymore, it's not something that can just be turned off.
The greatest power in the world is the love a parent feels for a child, if we could fuel the world with that love then we would all be so much richer emotionally and there'd be no damage to the ozone layer LOL. This is not a power that can be changed by the flick of a switch. nor does it disappear when a loved one dies, it is there and will always be there.
The only time the Do it for your (insert Dad Mum Kids Partner here) sentence should be used is if your talking about the washing up or picking something up at the shops. For everything else then it's Do it for yourself. You want a better life, then you have to do it, they aren't going to do it for you, so Do it for yourself. You don't wake up in the morning and think hmmmm, how would my (Dad Mum kids partner) like me to look today, I'll just ask them before I get dressed. So don't expect them to be the reason you change yourself, it's something that you have to want to do. And people please, no matter how many times you use the sentence to try and help someone, or make them feel better, know this, it doesn't mean jackshit. It's not a motivation for them to suddenly change their lives for the better, it might sound like one, but it isn't. Honestly the first thing that pops into my head when I read it, or hear it, is fuck you I don't wanna. Okay, maybe that's just me and that little rebel who sits on both my shoulders, but if you said, "You know this is something you need to do for yourself, and I'll be here to support you in any way I can", that little rebel is more likely to stay silent. Please don't inundate me with the before mentioned sentence, my little rebels are already prepared for it LOL.
Let's face it, most of us know that our lives are fucked, the way we live is wrong, and much like the alcoholic and drug addict these lives can't be changed unless we want to change them. If you change your life for someone else, then you are using them as a crutch and if that crutch is taken away, you will have nowhere to go but back down again.
Catch yas
Cathy
As always the opinions published are my own.
Tuesday, July 30, 2013
Forget Much
Any of you with an aging parent will relate to this, or maybe it's you who is the forgetful one. Ever since my mother had her back surgery, that totally sent her loopy, she has been forgetting everything but the old folks she knew way back when, and who for some reason she thinks I remember.
Got news for you Mum, didn't know them then, don't know them now. Today she had the car, so she asked what time I finish my shift, 5 pm. Easy to remember, normal business hours, 5 fingers (but one of them is a thumb she laughed) fine I said 5 toes then. 5.23 no sign of her, called her and she said, no you finish at 5.30. Ummm no I don't, pretty sure I remember what time I finish Mum. She has no recollection of the convo we had this morning regarding the fingers and toes, but she remembered a convo she had at patchwork. Not sure if she is just ignoring me or genuinely forgetting, hmmm.
I usually write my shift times out for her every week, so that she doesn't try calling me when I'm working, and she knows when to bring the car back. Hey, she remembers how to drive geez. I didn't have time this morning to write it down for her, so apparently it's all my fault. Oh look there's Mrs blah blah from wherever, I remember when we blah blah blah, do you remember blah blah blah, no I fucking don't remember, how the hell can you remember something that happened 100 yrs ago, but not what happened this morning, arrrgggghhhh.
I want my mother back, the pre surgery one. Sure she was old and still forgetful, but not like she is now, it's like the doctor gave her a lobotomy while she was in there. For the most part it just cracks me up, we both laugh about it, but it's getting to me. I've got a friend whose Mum is exactly the same, so we crack up together, but it's being bought home very quickly that we are going to have to start taking over her banking etc. I've got enough to deal with my own shit without hers as well.
I'll do what I have to of course, and I can look forward to convos like I used to have with my loved nana, who seemed to think I was a serial marrier always asking me who I was married to now, as if I got married every other week LOL. It was always fun visiting her and telling her the most far fetched stories, while she believed every word, then forgot it all in 2 minutes LOL. At one stage I was coming up to the hospital in Sydney every day to visit her from Tasmania, what a wonderful grand daughter I was, I've never even been to Tasmania, but the wonderful part is true. Of course, I didn't have to worry about her finances or if she was being looked after, and that is what I will have with Mum. I'll still find a way to have fun with it though LOL.
Oh well what can you do, can't shoot her, can't pay someone else to do it, so I'll do what I must, and just keep on repeating myself over and over and over and over..........
Catch yas
Cathy
Got news for you Mum, didn't know them then, don't know them now. Today she had the car, so she asked what time I finish my shift, 5 pm. Easy to remember, normal business hours, 5 fingers (but one of them is a thumb she laughed) fine I said 5 toes then. 5.23 no sign of her, called her and she said, no you finish at 5.30. Ummm no I don't, pretty sure I remember what time I finish Mum. She has no recollection of the convo we had this morning regarding the fingers and toes, but she remembered a convo she had at patchwork. Not sure if she is just ignoring me or genuinely forgetting, hmmm.
I usually write my shift times out for her every week, so that she doesn't try calling me when I'm working, and she knows when to bring the car back. Hey, she remembers how to drive geez. I didn't have time this morning to write it down for her, so apparently it's all my fault. Oh look there's Mrs blah blah from wherever, I remember when we blah blah blah, do you remember blah blah blah, no I fucking don't remember, how the hell can you remember something that happened 100 yrs ago, but not what happened this morning, arrrgggghhhh.
I want my mother back, the pre surgery one. Sure she was old and still forgetful, but not like she is now, it's like the doctor gave her a lobotomy while she was in there. For the most part it just cracks me up, we both laugh about it, but it's getting to me. I've got a friend whose Mum is exactly the same, so we crack up together, but it's being bought home very quickly that we are going to have to start taking over her banking etc. I've got enough to deal with my own shit without hers as well.
I'll do what I have to of course, and I can look forward to convos like I used to have with my loved nana, who seemed to think I was a serial marrier always asking me who I was married to now, as if I got married every other week LOL. It was always fun visiting her and telling her the most far fetched stories, while she believed every word, then forgot it all in 2 minutes LOL. At one stage I was coming up to the hospital in Sydney every day to visit her from Tasmania, what a wonderful grand daughter I was, I've never even been to Tasmania, but the wonderful part is true. Of course, I didn't have to worry about her finances or if she was being looked after, and that is what I will have with Mum. I'll still find a way to have fun with it though LOL.
Oh well what can you do, can't shoot her, can't pay someone else to do it, so I'll do what I must, and just keep on repeating myself over and over and over and over..........
Catch yas
Cathy
Saturday, June 15, 2013
OMG He's wearing my jumper!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
No he's not wearing mine LOL. And yes it is a male having a hissy fit over his mate having the same jumper as him, and no it's not my boy having the hissy fit.
The boy has been buying some new clothes lately, and it's really about time. After all he's bought a car, a motorbike and shitload of games and records, so yeh about time for clothes. So last weekend, he's there in one of his new jumpers and a mate comes over. The mate sees the new jumper and goes "I've got one just like that. Maybe you can take yours back." And folks he was serious. A 21 yr old male saying you can't wear the same clothes as me. Mind you he hasn't worn his jumper yet, just has it, and if the boy had of seen him in it he wouldn't of gotten his or maybe he would of gotten a different colour. Then again knowing the boy as I do, he probably still would of gotten it cause he likes it LOL. Not surprisingly the boy told his mate to fuck off he wasn't changing his jumper, it was just a fucking jumper for fucks sake LOL.
Started me thinking about fashion, and how you see packs of teenage girls descend on the shops looking for something that's just like a friends, but completely different, preferably better. I don't get it, never have never will. I go shopping, yep that's good, looks fine, it fits, done. It never crosses my mind that someone else might be buying the exact same thing, cause if they did, it would just show that we both have great taste, and it would be hilarious. Guess I'm not built right or something LOL.
I may be a girl but I avoid pink. I don't have a problem with someone wearing pink, I just prefer not to put it on me. No clue why, I was never dressed in pink all the time while young. In fact my mother went out of her way to avoid it. Maybe it's just cause pink is for girls, and I'm a rebel. Give me a flannie and some track pants with ugg boots or slippers and I'm set. Hmmm wonder if that's why I'm single LOL. My thing, many years ago was shoes. I loved stilettos, still do, but can't wear them anymore, and boots. Still wear the boots, just not the knee highs or ones with really high heels. Working at home means I can wear slippers all day, and who the hell is going to tell me I can't LOL. But when I go out, it's boots, or joggers. If it's hot, thongs or these flat sandals I've got broken in nicely. Funny how I used to have so many different pairs of shoes, and yet now I've got about 5 LOL.
So if you see someone wearing the same thing as you, take the time to congratulate them on having such good taste. If it looks better on them, still congratulate them, but it's okay to be thinking you fucking bitch LOL.
Catch yas
Cathy
The boy has been buying some new clothes lately, and it's really about time. After all he's bought a car, a motorbike and shitload of games and records, so yeh about time for clothes. So last weekend, he's there in one of his new jumpers and a mate comes over. The mate sees the new jumper and goes "I've got one just like that. Maybe you can take yours back." And folks he was serious. A 21 yr old male saying you can't wear the same clothes as me. Mind you he hasn't worn his jumper yet, just has it, and if the boy had of seen him in it he wouldn't of gotten his or maybe he would of gotten a different colour. Then again knowing the boy as I do, he probably still would of gotten it cause he likes it LOL. Not surprisingly the boy told his mate to fuck off he wasn't changing his jumper, it was just a fucking jumper for fucks sake LOL.
Started me thinking about fashion, and how you see packs of teenage girls descend on the shops looking for something that's just like a friends, but completely different, preferably better. I don't get it, never have never will. I go shopping, yep that's good, looks fine, it fits, done. It never crosses my mind that someone else might be buying the exact same thing, cause if they did, it would just show that we both have great taste, and it would be hilarious. Guess I'm not built right or something LOL.
I may be a girl but I avoid pink. I don't have a problem with someone wearing pink, I just prefer not to put it on me. No clue why, I was never dressed in pink all the time while young. In fact my mother went out of her way to avoid it. Maybe it's just cause pink is for girls, and I'm a rebel. Give me a flannie and some track pants with ugg boots or slippers and I'm set. Hmmm wonder if that's why I'm single LOL. My thing, many years ago was shoes. I loved stilettos, still do, but can't wear them anymore, and boots. Still wear the boots, just not the knee highs or ones with really high heels. Working at home means I can wear slippers all day, and who the hell is going to tell me I can't LOL. But when I go out, it's boots, or joggers. If it's hot, thongs or these flat sandals I've got broken in nicely. Funny how I used to have so many different pairs of shoes, and yet now I've got about 5 LOL.
So if you see someone wearing the same thing as you, take the time to congratulate them on having such good taste. If it looks better on them, still congratulate them, but it's okay to be thinking you fucking bitch LOL.
Catch yas
Cathy
Sunday, June 9, 2013
Flashback
As those of you who are on my Facebook page would probably know I've been posting lines from songs, having some real cool flashback moments. These are all tunes I listen too, they aren't just me googling I actually have these songs. What led to the flashback of tunes, no idea LOL. But what's happened since has started a bigger flashback for me.
My son came home from work the other day telling me about this guy at work who has an old record player and do I have any vinyl. Naturally this led to a discussion about how dick features (ex husband) has all my old vinyl and a truly awesome collection. The boy wanted to find out where he was so he could get mine back for me, hah don't want anything to do with him and don't care where he is. I know he's not six feet under so still stumbling the earth somewhere but apart from that don't care. So long as he's not near me and mine I'm happy.
I went around to my Mums that night, knowing that my younger bro had some old records there. I took pretty much all of them LOL. Not sure if he's realised or not or even if he cares. There was some pretty cool ones, and the boy was impressed. So we listened to the sounds of crackle and imperfect music. But the big thing was how much I realised I missed it. Oh not the jumping every time you got to close or accidentally bumped the turntable, just the sound. The pleasure of dropping the needle onto the track you want to listen to, of turning the record over and just drifting with the music.
That all led to us stopping by and him buying some records. Good grief those bastards are expensive now. Some of my bros still have the price tags on them, one we found brand new for $50 he had paid $10 for way back when. I suppose back then that would of seemed alot but the jump in price is absolutely ridiculous. He picked up some Red Hot Chilli Peppers and we priced some Led Zep and Rolling Stones, not cheap but they are collections and it gave me the idea of something for his birthday and Xmas. He is planning on getting a collection together so is trolling ebay to see what he can get. And he has been pricing up the record players.
It's funny how we celebrated the release of CDs as they were so much cleaner and easier to use, but now I'm loving the tunes as they were without all the cleaning LOL. We couldn't get to close and dance, and they got scratched way to easily, but the memories that have come back to me are just amazing. Of course it was the 70s and 80s so I sometimes think geez I remember this, have no clue what I was doing but the tune was playing in the background LOL.
And who could forget the album covers. I always loved the Alice Cooper ones that where almost like a story. And when you opened up some, there where the words to every song. As you played the record you could sit and read, sigh. CDs just don't have that, a plastic case and slip of cardboard slid in, just doesn't cut it.
Catch yas
Cathy
My son came home from work the other day telling me about this guy at work who has an old record player and do I have any vinyl. Naturally this led to a discussion about how dick features (ex husband) has all my old vinyl and a truly awesome collection. The boy wanted to find out where he was so he could get mine back for me, hah don't want anything to do with him and don't care where he is. I know he's not six feet under so still stumbling the earth somewhere but apart from that don't care. So long as he's not near me and mine I'm happy.
I went around to my Mums that night, knowing that my younger bro had some old records there. I took pretty much all of them LOL. Not sure if he's realised or not or even if he cares. There was some pretty cool ones, and the boy was impressed. So we listened to the sounds of crackle and imperfect music. But the big thing was how much I realised I missed it. Oh not the jumping every time you got to close or accidentally bumped the turntable, just the sound. The pleasure of dropping the needle onto the track you want to listen to, of turning the record over and just drifting with the music.
That all led to us stopping by and him buying some records. Good grief those bastards are expensive now. Some of my bros still have the price tags on them, one we found brand new for $50 he had paid $10 for way back when. I suppose back then that would of seemed alot but the jump in price is absolutely ridiculous. He picked up some Red Hot Chilli Peppers and we priced some Led Zep and Rolling Stones, not cheap but they are collections and it gave me the idea of something for his birthday and Xmas. He is planning on getting a collection together so is trolling ebay to see what he can get. And he has been pricing up the record players.
It's funny how we celebrated the release of CDs as they were so much cleaner and easier to use, but now I'm loving the tunes as they were without all the cleaning LOL. We couldn't get to close and dance, and they got scratched way to easily, but the memories that have come back to me are just amazing. Of course it was the 70s and 80s so I sometimes think geez I remember this, have no clue what I was doing but the tune was playing in the background LOL.
And who could forget the album covers. I always loved the Alice Cooper ones that where almost like a story. And when you opened up some, there where the words to every song. As you played the record you could sit and read, sigh. CDs just don't have that, a plastic case and slip of cardboard slid in, just doesn't cut it.
Catch yas
Cathy
Friday, May 3, 2013
That time of year again
Mothers Day that is. You can always tell cause we get a million and one catalogues delivered all advertising pyjamas, slippers and chocolate for Mum, blah. How unimaginative is that. It seems though on every occasion there is always pjs for Mum, is this because they can't think what women could possibly want? I've seen ads for vacuum cleaners and irons that say give Mum what she wants. Sorry, buy it for me but don't give it to me for Mothers Day, Birthday or Christmas thanks.
That might seem ungrateful, but the last thing I'm wanting to think about on any of my special days, is cleaning or ironing. I don't want a bread maker, a new washing machine or dryer. Chocolate is okay provided I get to eat it, and not the giver (I'm not a huge chocolate fan so it tends to get eaten very slowly LOL). Flowers are lovely for Mothers Day in particular, or a good book, one I like not one you hope to borrow to read LOL.
When my kids were younger, they'd wash up for that night, and you know what that was just perfect. They always seemed better behaved too LOL. Now my daughters have children of their own, so Mothers Day is different, what I would like this year is to get together with them for a simple cuppa, let their hubbies take the kids for a few hours, and we 3 mothers have some quiet time together, no presents needed. From my son, I'd like flowers just like last year thanks LOL.
I love the idea of Mothers Day but not as a gift giving exercise. Forget the pjs and slippers, just spend some time with your Mum so she knows she is loved. The day should be spent doing nothing at all, no washing, no cleaning and if possible a sleep in. I know from experience how hard that can be with kids and babies, but that's why we have husbands and partners LOL.
So before you rush out and buy those pjs or slippers, think about your mother, and I mean really think about her. Remember all she has done for you, and continues to do, remember the love and if she has hinted about something she would like and you can swing it, then get it. Or take her out for a cuppa and chat. No matter what you give or do, so long as she gets to see you or hear your voice, she will be happy and feel loved.
Catch yas
Cathy
That might seem ungrateful, but the last thing I'm wanting to think about on any of my special days, is cleaning or ironing. I don't want a bread maker, a new washing machine or dryer. Chocolate is okay provided I get to eat it, and not the giver (I'm not a huge chocolate fan so it tends to get eaten very slowly LOL). Flowers are lovely for Mothers Day in particular, or a good book, one I like not one you hope to borrow to read LOL.
When my kids were younger, they'd wash up for that night, and you know what that was just perfect. They always seemed better behaved too LOL. Now my daughters have children of their own, so Mothers Day is different, what I would like this year is to get together with them for a simple cuppa, let their hubbies take the kids for a few hours, and we 3 mothers have some quiet time together, no presents needed. From my son, I'd like flowers just like last year thanks LOL.
I love the idea of Mothers Day but not as a gift giving exercise. Forget the pjs and slippers, just spend some time with your Mum so she knows she is loved. The day should be spent doing nothing at all, no washing, no cleaning and if possible a sleep in. I know from experience how hard that can be with kids and babies, but that's why we have husbands and partners LOL.
So before you rush out and buy those pjs or slippers, think about your mother, and I mean really think about her. Remember all she has done for you, and continues to do, remember the love and if she has hinted about something she would like and you can swing it, then get it. Or take her out for a cuppa and chat. No matter what you give or do, so long as she gets to see you or hear your voice, she will be happy and feel loved.
Catch yas
Cathy
Sunday, April 28, 2013
Equal Rights
Gay marriage, it's been in the news a lot lately, especially since New Zealand changed their laws. Personally I don't have and never have had a problem with Peter and Paul getting married, or Joan and Jane walking down the aisle. If this is what they want then who am I to block their way. Unfortunately not everyone has the same view. But isn't this the way of the world? Unequal rights has been going on for years.
We had Negroes with no rights, we had women with no rights and we've had children with no rights. There has been laws created that favour the rich or the one with the biggest guns. If all man is created equal in Gods eyes then everyone should have the same rights. Joe Blow down the road shouldn't be able to tell his neighbours Peter and Paul that they are less than him and therefore can't get married.
As you are probably all aware, I'm not religious at all, sure I was christened, but my kids weren't, does that make me better than them? Of course it doesn't, although I am better than them it has nothing to do with religion LOL. Our Prime Minister stated that she was letting parliament do a conscience vote. Huh, sorry put on your big girl panties and put a bill in front of parliament to vote on. If they are homophobic better the voters know it now before the next election, if they are against gays then what else are they against, women voting. I don't understand why it is such a hard decision to make. Any couple thinking about marriage have to be made aware that it won't be easy, they will fight, they will have to compromise, they will have problems, so why is it that a heterosexual couple can be made aware, but not a homosexual couple?
If they are willing to make the commitment to each other then let them. There should be no procrastination about it. How many heterosexual couples get divorced? Will the divorce rate suddenly jump with homosexuals getting married? If it does, so damn what. I'm divorced from my first husband (waste of air that he is), is that a crime? Absolutely not. I have gay friends who have been committed to each other for years, they should be allowed to legalise it, just like anyone else, and if they made a mistake, then they can do what the rest of us do and get a divorce. Just because they are gay does not mean that they will jump at divorce after 2 months, like a lot of heterosexual couples.
Times have changed, Negroes can get on the bus, woman can vote so let homosexuals marry, after all why should only heterosexuals put up with the crap that goes with it LOL.
Catch yas
Cathy
We had Negroes with no rights, we had women with no rights and we've had children with no rights. There has been laws created that favour the rich or the one with the biggest guns. If all man is created equal in Gods eyes then everyone should have the same rights. Joe Blow down the road shouldn't be able to tell his neighbours Peter and Paul that they are less than him and therefore can't get married.
As you are probably all aware, I'm not religious at all, sure I was christened, but my kids weren't, does that make me better than them? Of course it doesn't, although I am better than them it has nothing to do with religion LOL. Our Prime Minister stated that she was letting parliament do a conscience vote. Huh, sorry put on your big girl panties and put a bill in front of parliament to vote on. If they are homophobic better the voters know it now before the next election, if they are against gays then what else are they against, women voting. I don't understand why it is such a hard decision to make. Any couple thinking about marriage have to be made aware that it won't be easy, they will fight, they will have to compromise, they will have problems, so why is it that a heterosexual couple can be made aware, but not a homosexual couple?
If they are willing to make the commitment to each other then let them. There should be no procrastination about it. How many heterosexual couples get divorced? Will the divorce rate suddenly jump with homosexuals getting married? If it does, so damn what. I'm divorced from my first husband (waste of air that he is), is that a crime? Absolutely not. I have gay friends who have been committed to each other for years, they should be allowed to legalise it, just like anyone else, and if they made a mistake, then they can do what the rest of us do and get a divorce. Just because they are gay does not mean that they will jump at divorce after 2 months, like a lot of heterosexual couples.
Times have changed, Negroes can get on the bus, woman can vote so let homosexuals marry, after all why should only heterosexuals put up with the crap that goes with it LOL.
Catch yas
Cathy
Wednesday, February 6, 2013
The Joy of ................. Pets
And if you are as old as me, you might of thought that the rest of the title was going to read Sex not Pets, sorry to disappoint LOL.
So the boy gets home from work yesterday, goes into the spare room to admire his new pet (Scar the fish) and check out the old pet (Reggie the snake). And yes I did say snake. I'm working and all I can here is no, no, no, Reggie, no. Naturally I tensed up no one likes to hear their child in distress, I say boy and child, but he is 21 LOL. Next thing he's out here, "Mum, Reggie isn't in his tank." eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeekkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk, feet raised up from the floor as a shudder runs through me. It took 9 years for him to convince me to let him get a snake, and now it's missing.
He's running around like a chook with his head cut off, and I'm thinking, not my room, not my room. He asks me to help look, and I said as soon as I'm on a break I will, he's pissed off about that but I figure that's an hour for him to find Reggie without me having to help. Cause no way do I want to be searching the house for a stray snake.
After ripping apart the room and checking outside the house (yeh don't ask no idea why he'd think Reggie would just be sitting at the door waiting to come inside), still no sign of him. I realised the one good thing (if you can call it good) is that the snake cannot get outside, the gap under the doors is non existent and unless he grew hands with opposable thumbs while we weren't looking, they can't be opened.
The clock is ticking closer and closer to my break, my feet are starting to cramp, and my palms are getting all sweaty. I do not want to search for a snake, I want to sit down and relax during my short break.
Just before I go on break, I hear the boy shout, "There you are you bloody bastard." My heart started to beat again, and I let out a sigh of relief as I lowered my cramping feet to the floor.
Finally on my break I walked up to the spare room, only to see the fake foam rock decoration that was on the back of the tank, broken up and strewn all over the floor. The boy proceeded to rant, "Fucking bastard, fucking etc" pretty sure you get the picture. He'd spent the night previous sealing up all the gaps in the foam to stop Reggie from getting behind the wall, only for Reggie to find some tiny little gap and work his way into it. He was down the very bottom of the wall, almost like he'd fallen down and there was no way that we could imagine him being able to get back out.
So snake found, fake wall destroyed, Scar seemed to be almost laughing as he swam in his tank. Boy pissed off, me relieved. All is well once more LOL.
Catch yas
Cathy
So the boy gets home from work yesterday, goes into the spare room to admire his new pet (Scar the fish) and check out the old pet (Reggie the snake). And yes I did say snake. I'm working and all I can here is no, no, no, Reggie, no. Naturally I tensed up no one likes to hear their child in distress, I say boy and child, but he is 21 LOL. Next thing he's out here, "Mum, Reggie isn't in his tank." eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeekkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk, feet raised up from the floor as a shudder runs through me. It took 9 years for him to convince me to let him get a snake, and now it's missing.
He's running around like a chook with his head cut off, and I'm thinking, not my room, not my room. He asks me to help look, and I said as soon as I'm on a break I will, he's pissed off about that but I figure that's an hour for him to find Reggie without me having to help. Cause no way do I want to be searching the house for a stray snake.
After ripping apart the room and checking outside the house (yeh don't ask no idea why he'd think Reggie would just be sitting at the door waiting to come inside), still no sign of him. I realised the one good thing (if you can call it good) is that the snake cannot get outside, the gap under the doors is non existent and unless he grew hands with opposable thumbs while we weren't looking, they can't be opened.
The clock is ticking closer and closer to my break, my feet are starting to cramp, and my palms are getting all sweaty. I do not want to search for a snake, I want to sit down and relax during my short break.
Just before I go on break, I hear the boy shout, "There you are you bloody bastard." My heart started to beat again, and I let out a sigh of relief as I lowered my cramping feet to the floor.
Finally on my break I walked up to the spare room, only to see the fake foam rock decoration that was on the back of the tank, broken up and strewn all over the floor. The boy proceeded to rant, "Fucking bastard, fucking etc" pretty sure you get the picture. He'd spent the night previous sealing up all the gaps in the foam to stop Reggie from getting behind the wall, only for Reggie to find some tiny little gap and work his way into it. He was down the very bottom of the wall, almost like he'd fallen down and there was no way that we could imagine him being able to get back out.
So snake found, fake wall destroyed, Scar seemed to be almost laughing as he swam in his tank. Boy pissed off, me relieved. All is well once more LOL.
Catch yas
Cathy
Sunday, February 3, 2013
Easy Peel!!!!!!!!!! HA!!!!!!!!!
So I'm opening up some bacon on the weekend, via the easy peel option. Who the hell thought up this brilliant marketing strategy, I'd like to give them a kick in the teeth. Supposed to peel nice and easily and then we just press it back down to reseal, HAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!
I stuck my finger nail under the flap, that was minuscule, flick flick, stuck another one under to try and split it. Still nothing. Grabbed a knife and slid it under, anything that is easy to peel should not require a knife to open, still no joy so grabbed the scissors and just cut the damn thing open. According to the directions, you just peel back and reseal, simple. Sounds like any fool could do it, well not me. I think I must get every faulty easy peel every time I buy something, cause they always end up getting opened with scissors and then shoved into a sealed container, cause it won't even reseal with staples. I'm pretty sure I can reseal it with a nail gun, but that might be a little bit extreme.
Same with the packaging that says 'Tear Here'. I try to tear there, nothing happens, it won't tear. Even if I cut across the line with scissors it still won't happen, so I have to cut under the line. I've spent a lot of time picking up stray cat food when I've gotten so frustrated with the damn thing I turn into the Hulk and just rip it. Of course then I have to pick it all up and put it in a sealed container cause the bag is now ripped to shreds and no way can it be reused.
Childproof caps, should say adult proof, they are stupid, can't get those damn things open either. When it's finally opened after much swearing, straining I finally grab a strange child of the street and they have it opened in 2 seconds then I empty my vitamins into a bottle that doesn't have a childproof cap on it, just so I can get it open without too much effort. I've got prescription drugs that come in foil, so that any 1 yr old could get at them, yet my vitamins are human proof. I'm lucky I don't have arthritis or rheumatism no way could I get them open then. Would have to resort to the chain saw.
Then there's the ring pull thingie on long life milk. You squeeze it to get a grip rip up the tab, and get sprayed with milk. I reckon that half the milk goes over me, the floor and the bench as soon as I open it. So I'm paying double for my milk. Makes me think of the juice boxes, your squeezing the box to hold it still while pushing the straw in and whoosh, it all sprays out the straw. I don't have many juice boxes these days, my kids are too old LOL. My mum did buy these plastic covers for them, they were fantastic, box slides into the hard plastic case so your squeezing that rather than the soft sides.
It seems to me that the simple things we all enjoy are just getting more and more complicated. So stock up on nail guns, duct tape, superglue, chainsaws and axes. Put them away in the kitchen instead of the shed, it will save you going out in the dark when you open some ham.
Catch yas
Cathy
I stuck my finger nail under the flap, that was minuscule, flick flick, stuck another one under to try and split it. Still nothing. Grabbed a knife and slid it under, anything that is easy to peel should not require a knife to open, still no joy so grabbed the scissors and just cut the damn thing open. According to the directions, you just peel back and reseal, simple. Sounds like any fool could do it, well not me. I think I must get every faulty easy peel every time I buy something, cause they always end up getting opened with scissors and then shoved into a sealed container, cause it won't even reseal with staples. I'm pretty sure I can reseal it with a nail gun, but that might be a little bit extreme.
Same with the packaging that says 'Tear Here'. I try to tear there, nothing happens, it won't tear. Even if I cut across the line with scissors it still won't happen, so I have to cut under the line. I've spent a lot of time picking up stray cat food when I've gotten so frustrated with the damn thing I turn into the Hulk and just rip it. Of course then I have to pick it all up and put it in a sealed container cause the bag is now ripped to shreds and no way can it be reused.
Childproof caps, should say adult proof, they are stupid, can't get those damn things open either. When it's finally opened after much swearing, straining I finally grab a strange child of the street and they have it opened in 2 seconds then I empty my vitamins into a bottle that doesn't have a childproof cap on it, just so I can get it open without too much effort. I've got prescription drugs that come in foil, so that any 1 yr old could get at them, yet my vitamins are human proof. I'm lucky I don't have arthritis or rheumatism no way could I get them open then. Would have to resort to the chain saw.
Then there's the ring pull thingie on long life milk. You squeeze it to get a grip rip up the tab, and get sprayed with milk. I reckon that half the milk goes over me, the floor and the bench as soon as I open it. So I'm paying double for my milk. Makes me think of the juice boxes, your squeezing the box to hold it still while pushing the straw in and whoosh, it all sprays out the straw. I don't have many juice boxes these days, my kids are too old LOL. My mum did buy these plastic covers for them, they were fantastic, box slides into the hard plastic case so your squeezing that rather than the soft sides.
It seems to me that the simple things we all enjoy are just getting more and more complicated. So stock up on nail guns, duct tape, superglue, chainsaws and axes. Put them away in the kitchen instead of the shed, it will save you going out in the dark when you open some ham.
Catch yas
Cathy
Thursday, January 24, 2013
Thinking thinking
And I shouldn't be. Thinking always gets me into trouble or confused, I need to think about which.
I really need to spend less time thinking of the what might ofs and the what ifs, it's a path that really shouldn't be taken. I will sit there watching TV, miss half of what I'm watching because I'm thinking to much, then I'll sit there and watch the replay thinking about how I should of been watching this instead of thinking. What the hell was I thinking about again? Oh yeh, then I start thinking about just what I was thinking about while watching the show and miss the replay.
It's a vicious circle.
Having a brain that is active enough to think is a good thing, not being able to turn it off is not. Lying in bed, drifting off, then the brain switches on, thinking thinking thinking. Even reading is not an escape from the thought process. I'm starting to rewrite books in my head, and that cannot be a good thing, at least unless I write my own and I earn some money for it. There's a thought a famous author, raking in the millions, my books made into movies that win Oscars, oh I could have a hand in picking the actors, wow the possibilities are endless. Of course I'd remain a normal person, well I think I would anyway. Maybe I should think about what life would be like, but no that's turning it all on again, and as long as I'm typing I'm reasonably safe, unless of course, my brain starts to turn and I actually stop typing while I'm thinking. I need to type faster so that my brain can't start thinking of anything else but what I'm typing.
And there it goes, interrupting me. And what is it I'm thinking of you might ask, well that's a big problem, cause it's basically nothing as far as I can tell. Occasionally I'll start thinking about one thing that maybe happened during the day, or I'll see a photo and think about getting a new frame or I'll remember when and where it was taken, before I know it, my brain has gone off on some wild tangent and I'm no longer thinking about anything simple. Whether it's some wild plot to take over the world or just something like, how much salt is a pinch of salt, I mean really who the hell knows that one. What if my pinch is bigger than the authors pinch, will that make all the difference in the cooking or the tasting? And who determined that we could use such inane measurements anyway. I can imagine somebody in medieval times stirring their pot of rabbit stew over a fire, picking up the salt and adding it bit by bit till they got the right taste, and declaring 'It was only a pinch of salt I needed everyone.' or maybe they'd say it like 'tis only a pinch of salt to be added to the pot milady'. How the hell anyone ever understood anyone else in those days is another thought spinning round and around.
The sad thing is, while I may be thinking constantly I'm not actually thinking about any one thing enough to invent it, or I'm not pondering some new law or the problems in another country that I might solve if I could only get my thinking in order. I could be a peacemaker, or I could have a nobel prize in my head, but no one will ever know.
And there you have it, a day in my life, thinking about a photo frame and I'm suddenly stirring a pot of rabbit stew and adding salt to it, while not being able to speak the language. The 2 things have nothing to do with the each other, and yet they are both in my head rattling around. Anyone who ever tells me I'm empty headed needs to get in there and have a look. Pretty sure I've got thoughts in there from before I existed, maybe I should stop typing and go and have a look..............................................
Catch yas
Cathy
I really need to spend less time thinking of the what might ofs and the what ifs, it's a path that really shouldn't be taken. I will sit there watching TV, miss half of what I'm watching because I'm thinking to much, then I'll sit there and watch the replay thinking about how I should of been watching this instead of thinking. What the hell was I thinking about again? Oh yeh, then I start thinking about just what I was thinking about while watching the show and miss the replay.
It's a vicious circle.
Having a brain that is active enough to think is a good thing, not being able to turn it off is not. Lying in bed, drifting off, then the brain switches on, thinking thinking thinking. Even reading is not an escape from the thought process. I'm starting to rewrite books in my head, and that cannot be a good thing, at least unless I write my own and I earn some money for it. There's a thought a famous author, raking in the millions, my books made into movies that win Oscars, oh I could have a hand in picking the actors, wow the possibilities are endless. Of course I'd remain a normal person, well I think I would anyway. Maybe I should think about what life would be like, but no that's turning it all on again, and as long as I'm typing I'm reasonably safe, unless of course, my brain starts to turn and I actually stop typing while I'm thinking. I need to type faster so that my brain can't start thinking of anything else but what I'm typing.
And there it goes, interrupting me. And what is it I'm thinking of you might ask, well that's a big problem, cause it's basically nothing as far as I can tell. Occasionally I'll start thinking about one thing that maybe happened during the day, or I'll see a photo and think about getting a new frame or I'll remember when and where it was taken, before I know it, my brain has gone off on some wild tangent and I'm no longer thinking about anything simple. Whether it's some wild plot to take over the world or just something like, how much salt is a pinch of salt, I mean really who the hell knows that one. What if my pinch is bigger than the authors pinch, will that make all the difference in the cooking or the tasting? And who determined that we could use such inane measurements anyway. I can imagine somebody in medieval times stirring their pot of rabbit stew over a fire, picking up the salt and adding it bit by bit till they got the right taste, and declaring 'It was only a pinch of salt I needed everyone.' or maybe they'd say it like 'tis only a pinch of salt to be added to the pot milady'. How the hell anyone ever understood anyone else in those days is another thought spinning round and around.
The sad thing is, while I may be thinking constantly I'm not actually thinking about any one thing enough to invent it, or I'm not pondering some new law or the problems in another country that I might solve if I could only get my thinking in order. I could be a peacemaker, or I could have a nobel prize in my head, but no one will ever know.
And there you have it, a day in my life, thinking about a photo frame and I'm suddenly stirring a pot of rabbit stew and adding salt to it, while not being able to speak the language. The 2 things have nothing to do with the each other, and yet they are both in my head rattling around. Anyone who ever tells me I'm empty headed needs to get in there and have a look. Pretty sure I've got thoughts in there from before I existed, maybe I should stop typing and go and have a look..............................................
Catch yas
Cathy
Monday, January 14, 2013
I'll help you pack
There comes a time in every mothers life when finally all the kids are moved out of home and getting on with their own lives (well we can hope they all move out). It doesn't mean that they stop being our kids or that they are grown up, cause as any mother knows your kids are never grown up. They will always and forever be those rosy cheeked rascals running around in the park, those cuddly babies that could wrap you around their little finger, and even those obnoxious teens who seemed to know it all.
Even when they have their own children, they are still our babies. As a mother we know our children aren't perfect (that's reserved for our perfect grandchildren), but we love them unconditionally and would throw ourselves under a bus to save them from harm. We let them learn life's lessons whether they are heartbreaking or not, and are there to support them when they fall. We laugh with them, we yell at them, we cry with them and for them, we hug them and we love them. They are a part of us and they will be for the rest of our lives and beyond.
But what happens when they leave the nest, what do we do then? Well in my case I'll probably move the treadmill and the spare TV into his room after sterilisation. Then I'll put a bed in the snakes bedroom (yep the snake will be going right along with him). And I'll sleep in, get up for work, vacuum and clean whenever I want, not when he's awake. Go to sleep without the sounds of the TV or stereo, and not get woken when he comes home at 3 am. I'll only cook if and when I want to, I will probably only do laundry once a week, and if I want to have a shower in the middle of the night I damn well will.
Then I'll sit there and listen to how quiet the house is, and wonder what my kids are doing. Are they okay without me? Do they need any help with anything? And I'll wonder when I get to see them next.
I'll still be a mother, but I won't be the same mother that I am now. I know I'll feel unneeded, unnecessary even and as I'm a widow I'll be alone. So I'll call up the kids, or grab a random grandchild to spend the night with Nana. But whatever I do, I won't be sitting quietly, I won't suddenly conform to the ideal of the Nana, and I won't suddenly become old. I simply refuse!!!!!!!!!!
I think I've been a fun mother, I know I've done something right as my kids are naturally perfect. We don't take ourselves or anyone else seriously and sometimes people have been shocked by us, but we don't care. We've always known that introducing anyone new to the family to our dead husband and father was weird, but if they can't handle it, they don't make the grade. Life is meant to be lived as best you can with whatever you have, even if it is only a little.
It will be strange when it finally happens, I have never lived alone. From the moment my eldest was conceived I was a mother and that has defined me for all these years. So when the time comes I'll adjust as I've always adjusted and move on to the next phase.
Catch yas
Cathy
Even when they have their own children, they are still our babies. As a mother we know our children aren't perfect (that's reserved for our perfect grandchildren), but we love them unconditionally and would throw ourselves under a bus to save them from harm. We let them learn life's lessons whether they are heartbreaking or not, and are there to support them when they fall. We laugh with them, we yell at them, we cry with them and for them, we hug them and we love them. They are a part of us and they will be for the rest of our lives and beyond.
But what happens when they leave the nest, what do we do then? Well in my case I'll probably move the treadmill and the spare TV into his room after sterilisation. Then I'll put a bed in the snakes bedroom (yep the snake will be going right along with him). And I'll sleep in, get up for work, vacuum and clean whenever I want, not when he's awake. Go to sleep without the sounds of the TV or stereo, and not get woken when he comes home at 3 am. I'll only cook if and when I want to, I will probably only do laundry once a week, and if I want to have a shower in the middle of the night I damn well will.
Then I'll sit there and listen to how quiet the house is, and wonder what my kids are doing. Are they okay without me? Do they need any help with anything? And I'll wonder when I get to see them next.
I'll still be a mother, but I won't be the same mother that I am now. I know I'll feel unneeded, unnecessary even and as I'm a widow I'll be alone. So I'll call up the kids, or grab a random grandchild to spend the night with Nana. But whatever I do, I won't be sitting quietly, I won't suddenly conform to the ideal of the Nana, and I won't suddenly become old. I simply refuse!!!!!!!!!!
I think I've been a fun mother, I know I've done something right as my kids are naturally perfect. We don't take ourselves or anyone else seriously and sometimes people have been shocked by us, but we don't care. We've always known that introducing anyone new to the family to our dead husband and father was weird, but if they can't handle it, they don't make the grade. Life is meant to be lived as best you can with whatever you have, even if it is only a little.
It will be strange when it finally happens, I have never lived alone. From the moment my eldest was conceived I was a mother and that has defined me for all these years. So when the time comes I'll adjust as I've always adjusted and move on to the next phase.
Catch yas
Cathy
Saturday, January 5, 2013
When did that happen....
When did I stop loving the heat? I grew up with a swimming pool in the backyard, yet we spent most of time hanging around at the creek or the local swimming pool. We'd take train trips down to the beach with friends, and not come home till it got dark. I'd walk for miles to go for a swim in the creek then back home again in the heat without thinking about it. Sure we'd say it was hot, but we didn't care. Now I toss and turn all night while the fan does its feeble best to cool me down long enough for me to get some sleep. Oh did I mention I don't have air conditioning. Rental house here not going to pay to put it in so someone else can benefit. I do however, have a portable AC that hangs around in the lounge room. I'm thinking of moving it into my room.
It's not the sort that will cool the whole house, it does have one of those thermostat things that is supposed to shut it down when it reaches the temp selected, hasn't shut down once. It's not powerful enough to cool the whole house, but it is good enough to cool the house to a bearable temp and that's good enough. Every time I rolled over last night, I missed the cooling breeze from the fan on my face, so I've woken up this morning with a crick in my neck from sleeping on one side all night. I lay there before being forced to get up to pee, enjoying the breeze and contemplated staying there forever. I'm thinking of picking up another fan for the other side of the bed, so I can be blasted with the breeze from all angles. Probably something I'm not supposed to do, but if it means I can sleep I'll do it. I'm lucky that there is only my body in my bed, don't think I could handle the heat radiating from another.
I long for the cooler months, while others whine about how it's so cold, I'm revelling in getting outside and mowing the lawn or doing some gardening. Right now my grass and weeds are just getting taller and taking hold. I looked at the grass this morning, and thought right get it done, before I'd even gotten my joggers on I was sweating so it can wait. I don't care that all my neighbours lawns are nicely mowed and whipper snipped. My yard can be a mess for the Summer, I swear I'll get to it when Autumn hits. I did water the flowers and refill the birdbath yesterday, so it's not completely neglected. Maybe I should think about paying someone to do it for me, maybe I should wait till I'm caught up on the Christmas bills, and by that time it will be cooler and I'll just do it myself.
We lived in a house with a pool after my husband died. I'd be mowing the lawn and just pause while I dived in to cool down, the lawn wasn't anywhere near as big as this one. My backyard is so big you could fit another house in. It's all terraced and covered with absolute rubbish plants. Takes all day to get it done, but if it was all level it would be done in an hour. The front isn't as big but there is this slope at the side, I get the mower down and then it's a war to get it back to the top. I know I shouldn't whine about the size of the yard, how lucky I am to even have one, blah blah, but when I think of summer and having to mow it, I break out in hives. I have nightmares about sweating so much while mowing I collapse and no one knows I'm out there somewhere lying in the middle of an uncut lawn. the grass would just grow up higher and no one would see me. My body would mummify and I'd become an urban legend, The Mummy in the Backyard. Ooooo spooky.
So today, Sunday, a good day for mowing, I'll instead sit in my hot house trying to get cool as the AC does it's best. Then tonight I'll lie in bed tossing and turning trying to sleep, and waiting for Autumn when I can emerge like a butterfly and do some gardening and mowing.
Catch yas
Cathy
It's not the sort that will cool the whole house, it does have one of those thermostat things that is supposed to shut it down when it reaches the temp selected, hasn't shut down once. It's not powerful enough to cool the whole house, but it is good enough to cool the house to a bearable temp and that's good enough. Every time I rolled over last night, I missed the cooling breeze from the fan on my face, so I've woken up this morning with a crick in my neck from sleeping on one side all night. I lay there before being forced to get up to pee, enjoying the breeze and contemplated staying there forever. I'm thinking of picking up another fan for the other side of the bed, so I can be blasted with the breeze from all angles. Probably something I'm not supposed to do, but if it means I can sleep I'll do it. I'm lucky that there is only my body in my bed, don't think I could handle the heat radiating from another.
I long for the cooler months, while others whine about how it's so cold, I'm revelling in getting outside and mowing the lawn or doing some gardening. Right now my grass and weeds are just getting taller and taking hold. I looked at the grass this morning, and thought right get it done, before I'd even gotten my joggers on I was sweating so it can wait. I don't care that all my neighbours lawns are nicely mowed and whipper snipped. My yard can be a mess for the Summer, I swear I'll get to it when Autumn hits. I did water the flowers and refill the birdbath yesterday, so it's not completely neglected. Maybe I should think about paying someone to do it for me, maybe I should wait till I'm caught up on the Christmas bills, and by that time it will be cooler and I'll just do it myself.
We lived in a house with a pool after my husband died. I'd be mowing the lawn and just pause while I dived in to cool down, the lawn wasn't anywhere near as big as this one. My backyard is so big you could fit another house in. It's all terraced and covered with absolute rubbish plants. Takes all day to get it done, but if it was all level it would be done in an hour. The front isn't as big but there is this slope at the side, I get the mower down and then it's a war to get it back to the top. I know I shouldn't whine about the size of the yard, how lucky I am to even have one, blah blah, but when I think of summer and having to mow it, I break out in hives. I have nightmares about sweating so much while mowing I collapse and no one knows I'm out there somewhere lying in the middle of an uncut lawn. the grass would just grow up higher and no one would see me. My body would mummify and I'd become an urban legend, The Mummy in the Backyard. Ooooo spooky.
So today, Sunday, a good day for mowing, I'll instead sit in my hot house trying to get cool as the AC does it's best. Then tonight I'll lie in bed tossing and turning trying to sleep, and waiting for Autumn when I can emerge like a butterfly and do some gardening and mowing.
Catch yas
Cathy
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