That's the title of a cool book about reproduction for kids, but it's perfect for todays topic LOL.
A couple of days ago, my son had a message on his FB from someone he didn't know. He called me and asked who the hell she was cause she had the same surname as us. She is actually his dads ex, makes my skin crawl just thinking about her LOL. Anyway, she claimed to be looking up people with the same surname as her, she didn't send me any message so obviously bullshit, but not a biggie. She then goes on to tell him that his brothers have been looking for him, they want to see him, they care about him, blah blah. Now his brothers aren't babies, one turns 40 next year and the other is about to turn 30 or 31, I get the year mixed up lol, and my son is 20. Their father died before my son turned 2, snf he hasn't seen them since not long after his dad died. I'm not pointing the finger of blame here that's not what this is about, but to say they have been looking for him, when so many people knew where we were is a load of crap LOL. Personally I believe there was some interference going on by my in laws who I don't speak to and have no desire to speak to, as well as the fact that the boys were obviously grieving and no doubt their lives weren't all fun and games. I'm not going to dwell on any of it, because I think it will be good for him to get to know them, and he's not a little kid he can see through bullshit, he sure as hell speaks enough of it LOL. They also have to have a lot of stories about their dad that they can tell him, they did know him for a longer time than he did and he has only had me and his sisters as well as his late uncle to rely on for tales of derring-do. I can see that it will be good for them as well, so I'm happy.
Anyway all that led to all these other questions from him, about others saying they are related to him. Now it gets complicated. I was married before, and so was his dad. My daughters father, or rather sperm donor, is not the wonderful man they grew up calling dad, thank god for that. Dales brothers have a different mother, a fact he doesn't have a problem with as he says I'm the better of the choices (still thinking about whether to be insulted or not). So of course the 2 of us had different inlaws who had children of their own, which means there are a bunch of cousins by marriage, blood cousins and just cause we said they are your cousins cousins.
Lets add in another complication, just for fun. My ex husbands sister had a child to my late husbands ex brother in law before they broke up. She actually knew my husband before I did, I got the better deal out of them LOL. So technically any kids that the brother in law had had before or after his marriage are not related to my son, as there is no blood between us. But they call themselves his cousins. Doesn't worry me, they can call themselves whatever they want, it just all gives me a headache trying to explain it to my son. This is all stuff he would of grown up knowing if he'd had that vital contact with his brothers. He had a message from a girl saying long time no see, he replied, ummm yeh, considering I don't even know you LOL. Cause he's right he doesn't know her, she is the daughter of my ex sister in law and his dad's ex brother in law. They have met several times, the most memorable was at our wedding, they made a cute couple LOL.
So there you have it son, the answer to your question is, your a mutt. Your family line branches all over the damn place, it's tangled, and messy. The trail runs all over the world, if you want to track it all go ahead, as for me, I'm going to take something for my headache and go to bed!
Catch ya
Cathy
Tuesday, June 26, 2012
Saturday, June 16, 2012
Get out get out of my head..........
A couple of days ago, I was driving and listening the radio, when American Pie came on. Do you think I can get the damn song out of my head? arrrrggghhhh. I've listened to a hell of a lot of other music since then. I've watched TV, played on the pc, read and sung other songs. But it always creeps back in. Went to sleep last night with it playing along in my head, woke up this morning with it still playing. The longest playing song in the damn world.
I've even tried to sing some Wiggles songs, Mashed Potato mashed potato bye bye .... see it comes back. I have no clue why and what the significance could possible be. I mean I know what the song is about, I quite like it, but it's not a fave, and I want it out out out.
I decided to try and get some of the dirt out of this mat I'm using to cover up a hole in my lino covered kitchen floor. Oh should expand on that. My pc for home and work are both set up in the dining nook part of my kitchen. So I slide across from one to the other while I'm working. So a call drops in and I spun and went to scoot over to the work pc, but nope the wheels wouldn't move. I figured it was probably just stuck on something, so took the call in a very uncomfortable position which I'm sure is not in the occupational health and safety regs, then looked down at the wheels. I almost fell off my chair with laughter, when I was discovered there was a huge hole ripped in the lino tile stuff and my wheel was wedged. I basically had to dig it out LOL. So I then had a huge hole that the wheel would get stuck in everytime. So on my break I looked around for something big enough to cover it and still let me slide between the pc's. Found an old mat from the boot of the old car (and they all laughed at me when I insisted on keeping it), and figured that would do for a bit. Mum was getting rid of 2 rugs, so I grabbed one of those when I had a chance and since it's been rolled up and outside ready to get thrown out, it's pretty grotty. She'd vacuumed it, but of course, it's been in her house for years so isn't in prime condition, so I decided I'd spray some dirt releasing shampoo on it last night. Needless to say, I was humming away to American Pie and the rug is still filthy. Guess I'll just have to put up with the dirt, not that I care really and it does seem to make the room warmer, so I'll keep it and just ignore the dirt. So that was me last night, spraying foaming carpet shampoo, humming American Pie. Hours later after vegging in front of the idiot box, I was back vaccumming up the little dirt that had been lifted and still humming American Pie. I tell you want when that damn Chevy gets to a levee that isn't dry I'll be very happy.
Why this song, what's the meaning, why the hell is it stuck on repeat? Maybe it's cause of those good ol boys boozing up, hmmm a trip to the bottle shop could be needed, get me some of that whisky in rye (what the hell is that anyway, bourbon is my drink). I suppose it's a nice enough day to die, but who the hell wants to die? I've never worn a pink carnation, and never dated anyone who has, I don't own nor have I ever owned a pick up truck (I'm thinking that's kind of like an aussie ute), I have driven a few though. I've been to a lot of stores, but none of them are sacred, but apparently in my head that's where I'm going.
Seems like it's finally time for that couch, naaaaaaaaa who the hell cares, it will go eventually in the meantime I can share it with you all so that we all have the song stuck. Hmmmm maybe that's a way to take over the world, or start a new cult, all my followers will be singing along in a trance unable to get the day the music died out of their heads. They will be mine bwhahahahahaha.
Lets go everyone,
Bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey in Rye
Singin' this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die
You are now all mine to command, turn over your riches, sign over all your property, it's all mine mine mine bwhahahahahahahaha.
Catch ya
Cathy bye bye Miss American Pie
I've even tried to sing some Wiggles songs, Mashed Potato mashed potato bye bye .... see it comes back. I have no clue why and what the significance could possible be. I mean I know what the song is about, I quite like it, but it's not a fave, and I want it out out out.
I decided to try and get some of the dirt out of this mat I'm using to cover up a hole in my lino covered kitchen floor. Oh should expand on that. My pc for home and work are both set up in the dining nook part of my kitchen. So I slide across from one to the other while I'm working. So a call drops in and I spun and went to scoot over to the work pc, but nope the wheels wouldn't move. I figured it was probably just stuck on something, so took the call in a very uncomfortable position which I'm sure is not in the occupational health and safety regs, then looked down at the wheels. I almost fell off my chair with laughter, when I was discovered there was a huge hole ripped in the lino tile stuff and my wheel was wedged. I basically had to dig it out LOL. So I then had a huge hole that the wheel would get stuck in everytime. So on my break I looked around for something big enough to cover it and still let me slide between the pc's. Found an old mat from the boot of the old car (and they all laughed at me when I insisted on keeping it), and figured that would do for a bit. Mum was getting rid of 2 rugs, so I grabbed one of those when I had a chance and since it's been rolled up and outside ready to get thrown out, it's pretty grotty. She'd vacuumed it, but of course, it's been in her house for years so isn't in prime condition, so I decided I'd spray some dirt releasing shampoo on it last night. Needless to say, I was humming away to American Pie and the rug is still filthy. Guess I'll just have to put up with the dirt, not that I care really and it does seem to make the room warmer, so I'll keep it and just ignore the dirt. So that was me last night, spraying foaming carpet shampoo, humming American Pie. Hours later after vegging in front of the idiot box, I was back vaccumming up the little dirt that had been lifted and still humming American Pie. I tell you want when that damn Chevy gets to a levee that isn't dry I'll be very happy.
Why this song, what's the meaning, why the hell is it stuck on repeat? Maybe it's cause of those good ol boys boozing up, hmmm a trip to the bottle shop could be needed, get me some of that whisky in rye (what the hell is that anyway, bourbon is my drink). I suppose it's a nice enough day to die, but who the hell wants to die? I've never worn a pink carnation, and never dated anyone who has, I don't own nor have I ever owned a pick up truck (I'm thinking that's kind of like an aussie ute), I have driven a few though. I've been to a lot of stores, but none of them are sacred, but apparently in my head that's where I'm going.
Seems like it's finally time for that couch, naaaaaaaaa who the hell cares, it will go eventually in the meantime I can share it with you all so that we all have the song stuck. Hmmmm maybe that's a way to take over the world, or start a new cult, all my followers will be singing along in a trance unable to get the day the music died out of their heads. They will be mine bwhahahahahaha.
Lets go everyone,
Bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey in Rye
Singin' this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die
You are now all mine to command, turn over your riches, sign over all your property, it's all mine mine mine bwhahahahahahahaha.
Catch ya
Cathy bye bye Miss American Pie
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
Alone at last
So the boy tells me the other day that it's getting closer to him moving out, do I want the chairs in the spare room. He says they don't have any, not sure who they is, I was between calls for work, then he went out before I could ask. I did say yes to the chairs, what the hell do I want them for, there's a reason they are in the spare room LOL. Mixed feelings going on here. When he moves out, that will be the last of them and I'll be all alone. At first I was sad, then I looked at the spare room, okay with the snake tank gone, the chairs out, his chest of drawers and bookshelf moved on and the desk gone, I'd actually have a room I could use. Yep me use a spare room for something I want to put in there.
I moved onto his room, hmmmm could get the treadmill up here, there's a connection for cable, and I've got 2 spare TV's. Also there's a built wardrobe I could use. Then there's the shed, doesn't have as much of his stuff in it, but if he takes the dining table and chairs that are in there, I could actually put gardening stuff inside. As the girls moved out, it seems that he spread out and used up more and more space in the house. It's not a big house by any means, hence so much crap in the spare room, but I can spread out and it would be less cluttered.
I opened up a cupboard, oh he can have that, and that, those are his, he won't get those as much as I know he wants them, hmmm with all that gone, maybe I won't need this spare cupboard in here, it can go in the shed to store all my gardening stuff. Opened the linen cupboard, so there's my sheets jammed in hanging precariously off a shelf, and his nicely placed, his out mine not shoved it and squashed up. Take out his towels and spare blankets and quilts, and I'm sure I'd have at least 2 spare shelves, ahhh bliss. He doesn't have much of his own stuff in the bathroom, except for the normal shaving accruments and his own soap and toothbrush, but that's ok I'm sure I can get rid of shitload of stuff anyway by foisting it off on him.
Back in the kitchen, I'm thinking the dresser could go in the spare room too, it's only here for storage of pc stuff, but I do like the shelves that hold my plates, so maybe not. Oh forgot about the chip fryer, it's not even ours he borrowed it off a mate and it's been here stagnating and fermenting ever since, that will definitely go. I'll put it in the first load.
Then there's the food, I will actually be able to go shopping and come home with maybe just 2 bags full of groceries rather than 10. One for the cat and one for me. The electricity and gas bills will be heading on a downward spiral, the phone bill will be non existent. I won't be driving him to work, so petrol will not be an issue. No more buying a million and one different soakers and sprays to try and get the crap out of his work clothes. I have $ signs in my eyes and can here the kaching of savings, or spendings but all on me and for me.
It seems as if I've been sitting in idle for years as I raised the kids and waited for my chance. My chance to save and travel, my chance to actually go out shopping without thinking about buying something for someone other than myself. Although there is all the grandkids to buy for and spoil, no stop it, think self self self. I have never been alone, gone from home to a defacto then marriage, then kids, and alone with kids, then marriage and then alone with kids. I'm not sure if I like the idea of alone, but it sounds almost like a holiday for now, so I'll bask in it for awhile before I start harrassing the girls and dropping in unannounced to see the grands LOL. (don't panic girls I won't really hehehe).
Being alone used to scare me, I didn't want to grow old alone, I still don't really, but it doesn't send me into panic mode like it used to. I actually have a chance to be selfish, and fuck it, I think I will. Oh, with all my spare time, I will be able to plan to take over the world hehehehe.
Catch ya
Cathy
I moved onto his room, hmmmm could get the treadmill up here, there's a connection for cable, and I've got 2 spare TV's. Also there's a built wardrobe I could use. Then there's the shed, doesn't have as much of his stuff in it, but if he takes the dining table and chairs that are in there, I could actually put gardening stuff inside. As the girls moved out, it seems that he spread out and used up more and more space in the house. It's not a big house by any means, hence so much crap in the spare room, but I can spread out and it would be less cluttered.
I opened up a cupboard, oh he can have that, and that, those are his, he won't get those as much as I know he wants them, hmmm with all that gone, maybe I won't need this spare cupboard in here, it can go in the shed to store all my gardening stuff. Opened the linen cupboard, so there's my sheets jammed in hanging precariously off a shelf, and his nicely placed, his out mine not shoved it and squashed up. Take out his towels and spare blankets and quilts, and I'm sure I'd have at least 2 spare shelves, ahhh bliss. He doesn't have much of his own stuff in the bathroom, except for the normal shaving accruments and his own soap and toothbrush, but that's ok I'm sure I can get rid of shitload of stuff anyway by foisting it off on him.
Back in the kitchen, I'm thinking the dresser could go in the spare room too, it's only here for storage of pc stuff, but I do like the shelves that hold my plates, so maybe not. Oh forgot about the chip fryer, it's not even ours he borrowed it off a mate and it's been here stagnating and fermenting ever since, that will definitely go. I'll put it in the first load.
Then there's the food, I will actually be able to go shopping and come home with maybe just 2 bags full of groceries rather than 10. One for the cat and one for me. The electricity and gas bills will be heading on a downward spiral, the phone bill will be non existent. I won't be driving him to work, so petrol will not be an issue. No more buying a million and one different soakers and sprays to try and get the crap out of his work clothes. I have $ signs in my eyes and can here the kaching of savings, or spendings but all on me and for me.
It seems as if I've been sitting in idle for years as I raised the kids and waited for my chance. My chance to save and travel, my chance to actually go out shopping without thinking about buying something for someone other than myself. Although there is all the grandkids to buy for and spoil, no stop it, think self self self. I have never been alone, gone from home to a defacto then marriage, then kids, and alone with kids, then marriage and then alone with kids. I'm not sure if I like the idea of alone, but it sounds almost like a holiday for now, so I'll bask in it for awhile before I start harrassing the girls and dropping in unannounced to see the grands LOL. (don't panic girls I won't really hehehe).
Being alone used to scare me, I didn't want to grow old alone, I still don't really, but it doesn't send me into panic mode like it used to. I actually have a chance to be selfish, and fuck it, I think I will. Oh, with all my spare time, I will be able to plan to take over the world hehehehe.
Catch ya
Cathy
Saturday, June 2, 2012
Sleep - The Final Frontier
As I was tossing and turning in bed last night, trying to grab hold of that elusive dreamworld, my brain kicked in and I started thinking about how hard it is to get to sleep in bed, yet I can fall asleep sitting in my chair working or on the couch at the drop of a hat. Of course once the brain started thinking sleep got further and further away. So I sit up with the shits grab my book and start reading again. By now I'm wide awake and it takes another hr before my eyes start to get heavy and I think woohoo, lights out. I lie down, ah bliss, drifting drifting, must remember to get some milk tomorrow, oh and some of those anzac biscuits, better not forget to clean out ...... and there it is I'm awake again.
I do remember the days or rather the nights when I could go into bed, drop down fully clothed and sleep till noon. But that was when I was a teenager and my only thoughts were usually about me doing something fun but illegal LOL. I've tried to remember what it was I thought of way back then, but I just can't capture it. Now I'm an adult (allegedly) I have too many responsibilities and too many worries to actually capture those days again. I had no idea, at the time, that one day I would wish I could sleep so easily. Instead I wanted to grow up and be all responsible. Fuck that! Of course now I can't turn off my brain I wish I was back in that teenage oblivion again.
Even as kids we could go to bed at 6 and sleep 12 hrs, and we wouldn't wake up feeling like shit. That would come later as a hungover teen LOL. Now if I sleep over 6 hrs I wake up feeling like I've been binge drinking while running a marathon. My head hurts, my back hurts and my hips have forgotten how to move. My hand is asleep because I was lying on it, and my hair is just indescribable. I could of course take something to help me sleep, but I've done that before, and woke up feeling exactly the same after exactly the same amount of sleep. The only difference was the dreams that I had, the dreams of some drug fueled junkie riding high before the crash into paranoia, so I wake up with all the same aches and pains, but my heart is pounding as I remember running from the vampire monkeys.
Old people seem to be able to sleep easily, at least in a chair. My nana was always asleep whenever we visited her, okay so she was 100 but still she slept easy. I'm thinking maybe I should just sell my bed, it's not working for me, and set up a couch and TV in there. I know I'd be able to nod off and sleep right through if I only have the right equipment. I won't have to wash any sheets, and hey I'll already be dressed in the morning. If I can put my work and home pc's in there as well, then I'm at work and play, all I'll need is a bar fridge for my food and water and I'll be set. Won't have to leave my brand new sleep chamber except for bathroom breaks. No one will care if my hair is a mess, cause I won't be out of my room to see them. I could maybe arrange for some sort of buzzer to let work know I've nodded off so not to put through any calls, maybe some of those fancy electrodes that can be attached. As soon as I'm awake they will be alerted and can send through some calls, when I drop off they can stop then. Sounds perfect to me.
And why is it that the minute I lie down my brain turns on? I have tried and tried to shut it down, but it will just suddenly start thinking about strange random things that make absolutely no sense which of course makes me start wondering what the fuck I'm thinking about and why the hell am I thinking about it, which makes the brain even more active, causing me to wake up once more. I need a switch that shuts it down enough to allow me to sleep, I don't care if I don't dream, I just want to go to bed and sleep. The random thoughts I have come way out of left field. They aren't simple things like, damn forgot to mix the cordial, or forgot to add bread to the shopping list, they are crazy imaginings like a plot to take over the world. Or I might be thinking about some idiot I had to deal with at work, when I'll start wondering what if that person ran the world, and off the mind goes. I suppose it means I have a good imagination, but geez I want to turn it off at bed time.
So I've been up for an hr and a half now, typed this out, sitting up, and I'm ready to fall asleep, excuse me while I drift off while I can........................................................................................
Catch ya
Cathy
I do remember the days or rather the nights when I could go into bed, drop down fully clothed and sleep till noon. But that was when I was a teenager and my only thoughts were usually about me doing something fun but illegal LOL. I've tried to remember what it was I thought of way back then, but I just can't capture it. Now I'm an adult (allegedly) I have too many responsibilities and too many worries to actually capture those days again. I had no idea, at the time, that one day I would wish I could sleep so easily. Instead I wanted to grow up and be all responsible. Fuck that! Of course now I can't turn off my brain I wish I was back in that teenage oblivion again.
Even as kids we could go to bed at 6 and sleep 12 hrs, and we wouldn't wake up feeling like shit. That would come later as a hungover teen LOL. Now if I sleep over 6 hrs I wake up feeling like I've been binge drinking while running a marathon. My head hurts, my back hurts and my hips have forgotten how to move. My hand is asleep because I was lying on it, and my hair is just indescribable. I could of course take something to help me sleep, but I've done that before, and woke up feeling exactly the same after exactly the same amount of sleep. The only difference was the dreams that I had, the dreams of some drug fueled junkie riding high before the crash into paranoia, so I wake up with all the same aches and pains, but my heart is pounding as I remember running from the vampire monkeys.
Old people seem to be able to sleep easily, at least in a chair. My nana was always asleep whenever we visited her, okay so she was 100 but still she slept easy. I'm thinking maybe I should just sell my bed, it's not working for me, and set up a couch and TV in there. I know I'd be able to nod off and sleep right through if I only have the right equipment. I won't have to wash any sheets, and hey I'll already be dressed in the morning. If I can put my work and home pc's in there as well, then I'm at work and play, all I'll need is a bar fridge for my food and water and I'll be set. Won't have to leave my brand new sleep chamber except for bathroom breaks. No one will care if my hair is a mess, cause I won't be out of my room to see them. I could maybe arrange for some sort of buzzer to let work know I've nodded off so not to put through any calls, maybe some of those fancy electrodes that can be attached. As soon as I'm awake they will be alerted and can send through some calls, when I drop off they can stop then. Sounds perfect to me.
And why is it that the minute I lie down my brain turns on? I have tried and tried to shut it down, but it will just suddenly start thinking about strange random things that make absolutely no sense which of course makes me start wondering what the fuck I'm thinking about and why the hell am I thinking about it, which makes the brain even more active, causing me to wake up once more. I need a switch that shuts it down enough to allow me to sleep, I don't care if I don't dream, I just want to go to bed and sleep. The random thoughts I have come way out of left field. They aren't simple things like, damn forgot to mix the cordial, or forgot to add bread to the shopping list, they are crazy imaginings like a plot to take over the world. Or I might be thinking about some idiot I had to deal with at work, when I'll start wondering what if that person ran the world, and off the mind goes. I suppose it means I have a good imagination, but geez I want to turn it off at bed time.
So I've been up for an hr and a half now, typed this out, sitting up, and I'm ready to fall asleep, excuse me while I drift off while I can........................................................................................
Catch ya
Cathy
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
Still like that old time...... TV show
I hopped on my treadmill after work and turned on the TV to 111 which is greatest hits on cable. I get to catch up on some series that have now ended or to watch episodes I might of missed or loved. At that time of the day we get to watch some real oldies, Gilligans Island and Batman. Flashback city LOL.
I used to love watching Gilligan and his crazy antics while trapped on that little island, it never once occurred to me to wonder why they never got off, where the batteries came from for the radio, and why the hell no one hooked up. With the cynicism of adulthood it's not just the same. There's Gilligan running around bald, while the girls faint at the site of his gleaming skull, and I'm thinking of for shits sake, he's bald you stupid bitches, not flashing himself at you. They must of thought that they were living in the 1700's or something, although they were stuck on that damn island for so long they could of started there back then.
Then comes Batman. I swear the cartoon characters are more believable. It is a lot funnier now than when I was young. Watching them climb a building with their capes pulled up by fishing line always makes me laugh. Watching the fake punching is hilarious, and trying to imagine this chubby figure is actually able to save the world with his Bat gadgets and jocks over his tights is just impossible. Even the way they speak is insane, Robin always sounds like his high on something with his diction, and when Batman rebukes him he actually looks downfallen. Can just imagine a kid of these days acting a bit different.
Then there's the classic Japanese shows. Samurai and Phantom Agents. As kids we spent a lot time running around in our thongs (flipflops) with socks on, and rolled up newspapers shoved down the back of our t shirts. They were amazing, could jump up onto buildings (ignore the fact that it was obviously a jump down reversed), sneak up on anyone, and always defeated the bad guys. And the dubbing was terrible, but we didn't care. My brother actually gave me a DVD with Samurai on it, I watched it laughing all the way through. It was an awesome flashback, even if I did view it differently.
But does that mean that the shows we watch today are actually better or is it just that they can use special effects and the cameras are much better. Thinking back to when I was a kid, Gilligan and Batman were excellent quality and we eagerly awaited the new episodes. Now I'm eagerly awaiting new seasons of shows like Sons of Anarchy, Justified and Walking Dead just to name a few. They are so wonderfully made and acted, yet like the old shows they are just fiction and they take us away from reality for a little while. Which is of course the whole idea behind the entertainment industry. This could be why I hate reality shows, I don't care who is the best on Big Brother, or Survivor. All the contestants are a bunch of whiners who all act surprised when they have to do challenges, as if that has never happened before. Or it's omg did they actually catch that on camera! Get over it moron, you must of watched the show before and seen that yep those cameras are bloody well everywhere and they catch everything!
If I have to watch a reality show it would be something like American or Australian Idol, at least you get to listen to some good music, and I just tune out the judges. My Kitchen Rules, well good for you, mine doesn't and I don't care. Next Top Model, give me a break ladies, your so damn bitchy none of you should be allowed out without a leash. Reality blah, get enough of that everyday don't need it when I'm vegging on the couch.
When I hear people bemoaning modern television shows and blaming it for all the problems their kids are having, I have to wonder how stupid they are. Turn it off, don't let them watch it your the adult not them. Teach them the difference between absolute bullshit and reality, make them watch the news. Sit down and watch a show with them you could even actually discuss it with them (good grief what is she saying? talk to my children) LOL. Speaking about old shows, I can hear Prisoner on in the background, that was rubbish when it came out and still is today.
I'm glad, now I'm older, that actors are sexier and can actually have muscles and kiss for real and even curse. That is what happens in real life, although they aren't always vampires or zombies LOL.
Catch ya
What shows did you love growing up? Or now?
I used to love watching Gilligan and his crazy antics while trapped on that little island, it never once occurred to me to wonder why they never got off, where the batteries came from for the radio, and why the hell no one hooked up. With the cynicism of adulthood it's not just the same. There's Gilligan running around bald, while the girls faint at the site of his gleaming skull, and I'm thinking of for shits sake, he's bald you stupid bitches, not flashing himself at you. They must of thought that they were living in the 1700's or something, although they were stuck on that damn island for so long they could of started there back then.
Then comes Batman. I swear the cartoon characters are more believable. It is a lot funnier now than when I was young. Watching them climb a building with their capes pulled up by fishing line always makes me laugh. Watching the fake punching is hilarious, and trying to imagine this chubby figure is actually able to save the world with his Bat gadgets and jocks over his tights is just impossible. Even the way they speak is insane, Robin always sounds like his high on something with his diction, and when Batman rebukes him he actually looks downfallen. Can just imagine a kid of these days acting a bit different.
Then there's the classic Japanese shows. Samurai and Phantom Agents. As kids we spent a lot time running around in our thongs (flipflops) with socks on, and rolled up newspapers shoved down the back of our t shirts. They were amazing, could jump up onto buildings (ignore the fact that it was obviously a jump down reversed), sneak up on anyone, and always defeated the bad guys. And the dubbing was terrible, but we didn't care. My brother actually gave me a DVD with Samurai on it, I watched it laughing all the way through. It was an awesome flashback, even if I did view it differently.
But does that mean that the shows we watch today are actually better or is it just that they can use special effects and the cameras are much better. Thinking back to when I was a kid, Gilligan and Batman were excellent quality and we eagerly awaited the new episodes. Now I'm eagerly awaiting new seasons of shows like Sons of Anarchy, Justified and Walking Dead just to name a few. They are so wonderfully made and acted, yet like the old shows they are just fiction and they take us away from reality for a little while. Which is of course the whole idea behind the entertainment industry. This could be why I hate reality shows, I don't care who is the best on Big Brother, or Survivor. All the contestants are a bunch of whiners who all act surprised when they have to do challenges, as if that has never happened before. Or it's omg did they actually catch that on camera! Get over it moron, you must of watched the show before and seen that yep those cameras are bloody well everywhere and they catch everything!
If I have to watch a reality show it would be something like American or Australian Idol, at least you get to listen to some good music, and I just tune out the judges. My Kitchen Rules, well good for you, mine doesn't and I don't care. Next Top Model, give me a break ladies, your so damn bitchy none of you should be allowed out without a leash. Reality blah, get enough of that everyday don't need it when I'm vegging on the couch.
When I hear people bemoaning modern television shows and blaming it for all the problems their kids are having, I have to wonder how stupid they are. Turn it off, don't let them watch it your the adult not them. Teach them the difference between absolute bullshit and reality, make them watch the news. Sit down and watch a show with them you could even actually discuss it with them (good grief what is she saying? talk to my children) LOL. Speaking about old shows, I can hear Prisoner on in the background, that was rubbish when it came out and still is today.
I'm glad, now I'm older, that actors are sexier and can actually have muscles and kiss for real and even curse. That is what happens in real life, although they aren't always vampires or zombies LOL.
Catch ya
What shows did you love growing up? Or now?
Thursday, May 17, 2012
The things we do for.....
our children!
I'm declaring myself the bravest mother in the world, okay I'm sure this will seem like something everyday to some, but not for me. I've always stood firm on the pets the kids could have. No spiders and no snakes, absolutely NO!!!!!!! So when my 20 yr old son asked if he could get a snake it was no no no, he wore me down the shit. So we now have Reggie living with us. He's a baby kids spotted python, completely harmless, but ewwwwwww. Every time I see him shivers run up and down my spine. My son looks after him really well, fixed up a great tank for him, and he's in the spare room, nowhere near me.
Gradually things have changed, I don't cringe when he's out of his tank wrapped around my sons wrist as he tries to freak me out, although that could be more from a certain stubborn streak that won't allow me to show fear LOL. I am the one turning on the uv and heat lamps, strange how that always happens no matter what pet your kids get, you end up doing all the work. I am standing firm and won't feed him, but tonight I went in to turn off the lamps, and noticed he was curled up in his dry water bowl. So being the caring soul that I am, I messaged my son and told him so he could fill it when he got home. He sends a message back, just put some water out of the bottle in for him. Ummmmm hello, do you know this is your mother your asking? You know I'm the big cringer, the one who didn't want a snake in the house? Remember me, terrified?
Well obviously he didn't, or maybe all my non cringing is working and he thinks I'm braver than I am, dammit that back fired. So, I stood there looking at the tank, looking at the lid, looking at the snake, nope still cringing. Okay, so how do I open the lid without the snake running up my arm and wrapping itself around my neck and choking me. Good grief, get a grip he's a baby, that's not going to happen. The cat chose that moment to check out what I was doing, and why I wasn't sitting on the couch and providing her with a warm lap. She brushed against my leg, and I jumped. Stupid cat. Okay, lets look again, okay, if I lift that bit, I have to stretch my arm in too far, but maybe if I slide the whole lid along I can pour the water in from a great height and voila I'll be safe. But, what if I slide it along and the snake leaps out, bloody hell, being stupid again, Reggie does not leap, he spends most of his life asleep.
So I girded my loins (yep that's what I'm saying), stood on the esky (it's a spare room people has all sorts of crap in there geesh), slid the lid over then poured. Then I leapt to the floor slid the lid back and took a deep breath while waiting for my heart to slow down. Only then did I notice the snake was no longer in the water dish, I looked at my arm, no snake there, I looked at the fake bush, no snake. No snake scaling the glass walls either, oh wait there he is, hiding under his fake rock, phewwww. Safe.
Now, it's not that I don't trust myself, but I've been back in there about 10 times since then to make sure I did put the lid on properly LOL. So there you have it folks, the bravest mother in the world.
Any of you who have snakes or spiders as pets will I'm sure think I'm not brave at all. It would just be an everyday event for you, forgive me, I'm just going to bask in my own ego for a while and pretend I'm the bravest mother in the world.
This begs the question, is there any pet that you would say NO!!!!! to your kids and then find you've given in later?
I'm declaring myself the bravest mother in the world, okay I'm sure this will seem like something everyday to some, but not for me. I've always stood firm on the pets the kids could have. No spiders and no snakes, absolutely NO!!!!!!! So when my 20 yr old son asked if he could get a snake it was no no no, he wore me down the shit. So we now have Reggie living with us. He's a baby kids spotted python, completely harmless, but ewwwwwww. Every time I see him shivers run up and down my spine. My son looks after him really well, fixed up a great tank for him, and he's in the spare room, nowhere near me.
Gradually things have changed, I don't cringe when he's out of his tank wrapped around my sons wrist as he tries to freak me out, although that could be more from a certain stubborn streak that won't allow me to show fear LOL. I am the one turning on the uv and heat lamps, strange how that always happens no matter what pet your kids get, you end up doing all the work. I am standing firm and won't feed him, but tonight I went in to turn off the lamps, and noticed he was curled up in his dry water bowl. So being the caring soul that I am, I messaged my son and told him so he could fill it when he got home. He sends a message back, just put some water out of the bottle in for him. Ummmmm hello, do you know this is your mother your asking? You know I'm the big cringer, the one who didn't want a snake in the house? Remember me, terrified?
Well obviously he didn't, or maybe all my non cringing is working and he thinks I'm braver than I am, dammit that back fired. So, I stood there looking at the tank, looking at the lid, looking at the snake, nope still cringing. Okay, so how do I open the lid without the snake running up my arm and wrapping itself around my neck and choking me. Good grief, get a grip he's a baby, that's not going to happen. The cat chose that moment to check out what I was doing, and why I wasn't sitting on the couch and providing her with a warm lap. She brushed against my leg, and I jumped. Stupid cat. Okay, lets look again, okay, if I lift that bit, I have to stretch my arm in too far, but maybe if I slide the whole lid along I can pour the water in from a great height and voila I'll be safe. But, what if I slide it along and the snake leaps out, bloody hell, being stupid again, Reggie does not leap, he spends most of his life asleep.
So I girded my loins (yep that's what I'm saying), stood on the esky (it's a spare room people has all sorts of crap in there geesh), slid the lid over then poured. Then I leapt to the floor slid the lid back and took a deep breath while waiting for my heart to slow down. Only then did I notice the snake was no longer in the water dish, I looked at my arm, no snake there, I looked at the fake bush, no snake. No snake scaling the glass walls either, oh wait there he is, hiding under his fake rock, phewwww. Safe.
Now, it's not that I don't trust myself, but I've been back in there about 10 times since then to make sure I did put the lid on properly LOL. So there you have it folks, the bravest mother in the world.
Any of you who have snakes or spiders as pets will I'm sure think I'm not brave at all. It would just be an everyday event for you, forgive me, I'm just going to bask in my own ego for a while and pretend I'm the bravest mother in the world.
This begs the question, is there any pet that you would say NO!!!!! to your kids and then find you've given in later?
Monday, April 30, 2012
What's in a Name
I work in a business taking bookings, so I see a lot of strange names, and I can't help but think What the Hell were your parents thinking? It's not just the strange first name that would of led to a lifetime of torture at school, but the spellings of names from so called cool parents who just want something different. They might as well call their kids doorknob, at least they won't have to tell everyone how to spell it. And you can just see these kids coming of age and rushing down to change it by deed poll.
Of course there's also the first names that are the same or similar to the surname, John Johnson, Jack Jackson or John Johns, for shits sake people get an imagination. Of course if you are truly evil then you'll name your kids something so ridiculous that you are guaranteeing a life of therapy for your child. Who could forget Jason Lees poor child Pilot Inspektor and his next child Caspar, good grief. Celebrities seem to pick the strangest names as if they want their children to be ridiculed so they never think they are better than their parents. I reckon that's deliberate, I'm the famous one not you, get to therapy.
You can have a lot of fun naming a child of course, pick out something that you know will guarantee a humilating experience for a child then tell everyone that's what your going to name your new baby. Check out their faces, they will struggle to keep a straight face while telling you what a lovely name. Oh so you like the idea of me naming my child Stroganoff Mackerel Hamstrung? Remember to deliver the name sincerely so they will believe you, it's a fun game to play when your sick of everyone asking you what your going to call the baby. Would be even better if you had a hidden camera somewhere capturing the expressions on their faces.
So what name was it that I came across that prompted me to write this blog, Vivian and that would be Mr Vivian James surname blank to protect the innocent. He is an older man so it's probably his mothers name or a family name, but once I stopped laughing and imagined the poor boy at school lying on the ground after getting pummelled by some bully, I started thinking about all the ridiculous names I've seen and heard and how cruel parents can be. There was also the lady called Neville, and as that's my Dads name I started wondering if he's really my Dad or my Mum, jury is still out on that one.
I think they should have a law on ridiculous names, I know there is certain names you can't register, and with a damn good reason, but perhaps some sort of book. Or there could be someone at the hospital and when you tell them the name and spelling for your new baby if it's ridiculous you'll get a slap over the head, and the slaps will keep coming till you come up with a name that won't seriously damage your child. But in the spirit of naming children just to cause them a lifetime of angst I'm renaming my children their new names in order of age are:
Fitzimmons Protractor Constable
Englebert Powercord Plastic
and
Hyacinth Fencepost Milkbottle
Sorry kids but I've got to change with the times and stay cool.
Catch ya
Cathy
Of course there's also the first names that are the same or similar to the surname, John Johnson, Jack Jackson or John Johns, for shits sake people get an imagination. Of course if you are truly evil then you'll name your kids something so ridiculous that you are guaranteeing a life of therapy for your child. Who could forget Jason Lees poor child Pilot Inspektor and his next child Caspar, good grief. Celebrities seem to pick the strangest names as if they want their children to be ridiculed so they never think they are better than their parents. I reckon that's deliberate, I'm the famous one not you, get to therapy.
You can have a lot of fun naming a child of course, pick out something that you know will guarantee a humilating experience for a child then tell everyone that's what your going to name your new baby. Check out their faces, they will struggle to keep a straight face while telling you what a lovely name. Oh so you like the idea of me naming my child Stroganoff Mackerel Hamstrung? Remember to deliver the name sincerely so they will believe you, it's a fun game to play when your sick of everyone asking you what your going to call the baby. Would be even better if you had a hidden camera somewhere capturing the expressions on their faces.
So what name was it that I came across that prompted me to write this blog, Vivian and that would be Mr Vivian James surname blank to protect the innocent. He is an older man so it's probably his mothers name or a family name, but once I stopped laughing and imagined the poor boy at school lying on the ground after getting pummelled by some bully, I started thinking about all the ridiculous names I've seen and heard and how cruel parents can be. There was also the lady called Neville, and as that's my Dads name I started wondering if he's really my Dad or my Mum, jury is still out on that one.
I think they should have a law on ridiculous names, I know there is certain names you can't register, and with a damn good reason, but perhaps some sort of book. Or there could be someone at the hospital and when you tell them the name and spelling for your new baby if it's ridiculous you'll get a slap over the head, and the slaps will keep coming till you come up with a name that won't seriously damage your child. But in the spirit of naming children just to cause them a lifetime of angst I'm renaming my children their new names in order of age are:
Fitzimmons Protractor Constable
Englebert Powercord Plastic
and
Hyacinth Fencepost Milkbottle
Sorry kids but I've got to change with the times and stay cool.
Catch ya
Cathy
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