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
Saturday, October 5, 2013
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
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