Gay marriage, it's been in the news a lot lately, especially since New Zealand changed their laws. Personally I don't have and never have had a problem with Peter and Paul getting married, or Joan and Jane walking down the aisle. If this is what they want then who am I to block their way. Unfortunately not everyone has the same view. But isn't this the way of the world? Unequal rights has been going on for years.
We had Negroes with no rights, we had women with no rights and we've had children with no rights. There has been laws created that favour the rich or the one with the biggest guns. If all man is created equal in Gods eyes then everyone should have the same rights. Joe Blow down the road shouldn't be able to tell his neighbours Peter and Paul that they are less than him and therefore can't get married.
As you are probably all aware, I'm not religious at all, sure I was christened, but my kids weren't, does that make me better than them? Of course it doesn't, although I am better than them it has nothing to do with religion LOL. Our Prime Minister stated that she was letting parliament do a conscience vote. Huh, sorry put on your big girl panties and put a bill in front of parliament to vote on. If they are homophobic better the voters know it now before the next election, if they are against gays then what else are they against, women voting. I don't understand why it is such a hard decision to make. Any couple thinking about marriage have to be made aware that it won't be easy, they will fight, they will have to compromise, they will have problems, so why is it that a heterosexual couple can be made aware, but not a homosexual couple?
If they are willing to make the commitment to each other then let them. There should be no procrastination about it. How many heterosexual couples get divorced? Will the divorce rate suddenly jump with homosexuals getting married? If it does, so damn what. I'm divorced from my first husband (waste of air that he is), is that a crime? Absolutely not. I have gay friends who have been committed to each other for years, they should be allowed to legalise it, just like anyone else, and if they made a mistake, then they can do what the rest of us do and get a divorce. Just because they are gay does not mean that they will jump at divorce after 2 months, like a lot of heterosexual couples.
Times have changed, Negroes can get on the bus, woman can vote so let homosexuals marry, after all why should only heterosexuals put up with the crap that goes with it LOL.
Catch yas
Cathy
Sunday, April 28, 2013
Wednesday, February 6, 2013
The Joy of ................. Pets
And if you are as old as me, you might of thought that the rest of the title was going to read Sex not Pets, sorry to disappoint LOL.
So the boy gets home from work yesterday, goes into the spare room to admire his new pet (Scar the fish) and check out the old pet (Reggie the snake). And yes I did say snake. I'm working and all I can here is no, no, no, Reggie, no. Naturally I tensed up no one likes to hear their child in distress, I say boy and child, but he is 21 LOL. Next thing he's out here, "Mum, Reggie isn't in his tank." eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeekkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk, feet raised up from the floor as a shudder runs through me. It took 9 years for him to convince me to let him get a snake, and now it's missing.
He's running around like a chook with his head cut off, and I'm thinking, not my room, not my room. He asks me to help look, and I said as soon as I'm on a break I will, he's pissed off about that but I figure that's an hour for him to find Reggie without me having to help. Cause no way do I want to be searching the house for a stray snake.
After ripping apart the room and checking outside the house (yeh don't ask no idea why he'd think Reggie would just be sitting at the door waiting to come inside), still no sign of him. I realised the one good thing (if you can call it good) is that the snake cannot get outside, the gap under the doors is non existent and unless he grew hands with opposable thumbs while we weren't looking, they can't be opened.
The clock is ticking closer and closer to my break, my feet are starting to cramp, and my palms are getting all sweaty. I do not want to search for a snake, I want to sit down and relax during my short break.
Just before I go on break, I hear the boy shout, "There you are you bloody bastard." My heart started to beat again, and I let out a sigh of relief as I lowered my cramping feet to the floor.
Finally on my break I walked up to the spare room, only to see the fake foam rock decoration that was on the back of the tank, broken up and strewn all over the floor. The boy proceeded to rant, "Fucking bastard, fucking etc" pretty sure you get the picture. He'd spent the night previous sealing up all the gaps in the foam to stop Reggie from getting behind the wall, only for Reggie to find some tiny little gap and work his way into it. He was down the very bottom of the wall, almost like he'd fallen down and there was no way that we could imagine him being able to get back out.
So snake found, fake wall destroyed, Scar seemed to be almost laughing as he swam in his tank. Boy pissed off, me relieved. All is well once more LOL.
Catch yas
Cathy
So the boy gets home from work yesterday, goes into the spare room to admire his new pet (Scar the fish) and check out the old pet (Reggie the snake). And yes I did say snake. I'm working and all I can here is no, no, no, Reggie, no. Naturally I tensed up no one likes to hear their child in distress, I say boy and child, but he is 21 LOL. Next thing he's out here, "Mum, Reggie isn't in his tank." eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeekkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk, feet raised up from the floor as a shudder runs through me. It took 9 years for him to convince me to let him get a snake, and now it's missing.
He's running around like a chook with his head cut off, and I'm thinking, not my room, not my room. He asks me to help look, and I said as soon as I'm on a break I will, he's pissed off about that but I figure that's an hour for him to find Reggie without me having to help. Cause no way do I want to be searching the house for a stray snake.
After ripping apart the room and checking outside the house (yeh don't ask no idea why he'd think Reggie would just be sitting at the door waiting to come inside), still no sign of him. I realised the one good thing (if you can call it good) is that the snake cannot get outside, the gap under the doors is non existent and unless he grew hands with opposable thumbs while we weren't looking, they can't be opened.
The clock is ticking closer and closer to my break, my feet are starting to cramp, and my palms are getting all sweaty. I do not want to search for a snake, I want to sit down and relax during my short break.
Just before I go on break, I hear the boy shout, "There you are you bloody bastard." My heart started to beat again, and I let out a sigh of relief as I lowered my cramping feet to the floor.
Finally on my break I walked up to the spare room, only to see the fake foam rock decoration that was on the back of the tank, broken up and strewn all over the floor. The boy proceeded to rant, "Fucking bastard, fucking etc" pretty sure you get the picture. He'd spent the night previous sealing up all the gaps in the foam to stop Reggie from getting behind the wall, only for Reggie to find some tiny little gap and work his way into it. He was down the very bottom of the wall, almost like he'd fallen down and there was no way that we could imagine him being able to get back out.
So snake found, fake wall destroyed, Scar seemed to be almost laughing as he swam in his tank. Boy pissed off, me relieved. All is well once more LOL.
Catch yas
Cathy
Sunday, February 3, 2013
Easy Peel!!!!!!!!!! HA!!!!!!!!!
So I'm opening up some bacon on the weekend, via the easy peel option. Who the hell thought up this brilliant marketing strategy, I'd like to give them a kick in the teeth. Supposed to peel nice and easily and then we just press it back down to reseal, HAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!
I stuck my finger nail under the flap, that was minuscule, flick flick, stuck another one under to try and split it. Still nothing. Grabbed a knife and slid it under, anything that is easy to peel should not require a knife to open, still no joy so grabbed the scissors and just cut the damn thing open. According to the directions, you just peel back and reseal, simple. Sounds like any fool could do it, well not me. I think I must get every faulty easy peel every time I buy something, cause they always end up getting opened with scissors and then shoved into a sealed container, cause it won't even reseal with staples. I'm pretty sure I can reseal it with a nail gun, but that might be a little bit extreme.
Same with the packaging that says 'Tear Here'. I try to tear there, nothing happens, it won't tear. Even if I cut across the line with scissors it still won't happen, so I have to cut under the line. I've spent a lot of time picking up stray cat food when I've gotten so frustrated with the damn thing I turn into the Hulk and just rip it. Of course then I have to pick it all up and put it in a sealed container cause the bag is now ripped to shreds and no way can it be reused.
Childproof caps, should say adult proof, they are stupid, can't get those damn things open either. When it's finally opened after much swearing, straining I finally grab a strange child of the street and they have it opened in 2 seconds then I empty my vitamins into a bottle that doesn't have a childproof cap on it, just so I can get it open without too much effort. I've got prescription drugs that come in foil, so that any 1 yr old could get at them, yet my vitamins are human proof. I'm lucky I don't have arthritis or rheumatism no way could I get them open then. Would have to resort to the chain saw.
Then there's the ring pull thingie on long life milk. You squeeze it to get a grip rip up the tab, and get sprayed with milk. I reckon that half the milk goes over me, the floor and the bench as soon as I open it. So I'm paying double for my milk. Makes me think of the juice boxes, your squeezing the box to hold it still while pushing the straw in and whoosh, it all sprays out the straw. I don't have many juice boxes these days, my kids are too old LOL. My mum did buy these plastic covers for them, they were fantastic, box slides into the hard plastic case so your squeezing that rather than the soft sides.
It seems to me that the simple things we all enjoy are just getting more and more complicated. So stock up on nail guns, duct tape, superglue, chainsaws and axes. Put them away in the kitchen instead of the shed, it will save you going out in the dark when you open some ham.
Catch yas
Cathy
I stuck my finger nail under the flap, that was minuscule, flick flick, stuck another one under to try and split it. Still nothing. Grabbed a knife and slid it under, anything that is easy to peel should not require a knife to open, still no joy so grabbed the scissors and just cut the damn thing open. According to the directions, you just peel back and reseal, simple. Sounds like any fool could do it, well not me. I think I must get every faulty easy peel every time I buy something, cause they always end up getting opened with scissors and then shoved into a sealed container, cause it won't even reseal with staples. I'm pretty sure I can reseal it with a nail gun, but that might be a little bit extreme.
Same with the packaging that says 'Tear Here'. I try to tear there, nothing happens, it won't tear. Even if I cut across the line with scissors it still won't happen, so I have to cut under the line. I've spent a lot of time picking up stray cat food when I've gotten so frustrated with the damn thing I turn into the Hulk and just rip it. Of course then I have to pick it all up and put it in a sealed container cause the bag is now ripped to shreds and no way can it be reused.
Childproof caps, should say adult proof, they are stupid, can't get those damn things open either. When it's finally opened after much swearing, straining I finally grab a strange child of the street and they have it opened in 2 seconds then I empty my vitamins into a bottle that doesn't have a childproof cap on it, just so I can get it open without too much effort. I've got prescription drugs that come in foil, so that any 1 yr old could get at them, yet my vitamins are human proof. I'm lucky I don't have arthritis or rheumatism no way could I get them open then. Would have to resort to the chain saw.
Then there's the ring pull thingie on long life milk. You squeeze it to get a grip rip up the tab, and get sprayed with milk. I reckon that half the milk goes over me, the floor and the bench as soon as I open it. So I'm paying double for my milk. Makes me think of the juice boxes, your squeezing the box to hold it still while pushing the straw in and whoosh, it all sprays out the straw. I don't have many juice boxes these days, my kids are too old LOL. My mum did buy these plastic covers for them, they were fantastic, box slides into the hard plastic case so your squeezing that rather than the soft sides.
It seems to me that the simple things we all enjoy are just getting more and more complicated. So stock up on nail guns, duct tape, superglue, chainsaws and axes. Put them away in the kitchen instead of the shed, it will save you going out in the dark when you open some ham.
Catch yas
Cathy
Thursday, January 24, 2013
Thinking thinking
And I shouldn't be. Thinking always gets me into trouble or confused, I need to think about which.
I really need to spend less time thinking of the what might ofs and the what ifs, it's a path that really shouldn't be taken. I will sit there watching TV, miss half of what I'm watching because I'm thinking to much, then I'll sit there and watch the replay thinking about how I should of been watching this instead of thinking. What the hell was I thinking about again? Oh yeh, then I start thinking about just what I was thinking about while watching the show and miss the replay.
It's a vicious circle.
Having a brain that is active enough to think is a good thing, not being able to turn it off is not. Lying in bed, drifting off, then the brain switches on, thinking thinking thinking. Even reading is not an escape from the thought process. I'm starting to rewrite books in my head, and that cannot be a good thing, at least unless I write my own and I earn some money for it. There's a thought a famous author, raking in the millions, my books made into movies that win Oscars, oh I could have a hand in picking the actors, wow the possibilities are endless. Of course I'd remain a normal person, well I think I would anyway. Maybe I should think about what life would be like, but no that's turning it all on again, and as long as I'm typing I'm reasonably safe, unless of course, my brain starts to turn and I actually stop typing while I'm thinking. I need to type faster so that my brain can't start thinking of anything else but what I'm typing.
And there it goes, interrupting me. And what is it I'm thinking of you might ask, well that's a big problem, cause it's basically nothing as far as I can tell. Occasionally I'll start thinking about one thing that maybe happened during the day, or I'll see a photo and think about getting a new frame or I'll remember when and where it was taken, before I know it, my brain has gone off on some wild tangent and I'm no longer thinking about anything simple. Whether it's some wild plot to take over the world or just something like, how much salt is a pinch of salt, I mean really who the hell knows that one. What if my pinch is bigger than the authors pinch, will that make all the difference in the cooking or the tasting? And who determined that we could use such inane measurements anyway. I can imagine somebody in medieval times stirring their pot of rabbit stew over a fire, picking up the salt and adding it bit by bit till they got the right taste, and declaring 'It was only a pinch of salt I needed everyone.' or maybe they'd say it like 'tis only a pinch of salt to be added to the pot milady'. How the hell anyone ever understood anyone else in those days is another thought spinning round and around.
The sad thing is, while I may be thinking constantly I'm not actually thinking about any one thing enough to invent it, or I'm not pondering some new law or the problems in another country that I might solve if I could only get my thinking in order. I could be a peacemaker, or I could have a nobel prize in my head, but no one will ever know.
And there you have it, a day in my life, thinking about a photo frame and I'm suddenly stirring a pot of rabbit stew and adding salt to it, while not being able to speak the language. The 2 things have nothing to do with the each other, and yet they are both in my head rattling around. Anyone who ever tells me I'm empty headed needs to get in there and have a look. Pretty sure I've got thoughts in there from before I existed, maybe I should stop typing and go and have a look..............................................
Catch yas
Cathy
I really need to spend less time thinking of the what might ofs and the what ifs, it's a path that really shouldn't be taken. I will sit there watching TV, miss half of what I'm watching because I'm thinking to much, then I'll sit there and watch the replay thinking about how I should of been watching this instead of thinking. What the hell was I thinking about again? Oh yeh, then I start thinking about just what I was thinking about while watching the show and miss the replay.
It's a vicious circle.
Having a brain that is active enough to think is a good thing, not being able to turn it off is not. Lying in bed, drifting off, then the brain switches on, thinking thinking thinking. Even reading is not an escape from the thought process. I'm starting to rewrite books in my head, and that cannot be a good thing, at least unless I write my own and I earn some money for it. There's a thought a famous author, raking in the millions, my books made into movies that win Oscars, oh I could have a hand in picking the actors, wow the possibilities are endless. Of course I'd remain a normal person, well I think I would anyway. Maybe I should think about what life would be like, but no that's turning it all on again, and as long as I'm typing I'm reasonably safe, unless of course, my brain starts to turn and I actually stop typing while I'm thinking. I need to type faster so that my brain can't start thinking of anything else but what I'm typing.
And there it goes, interrupting me. And what is it I'm thinking of you might ask, well that's a big problem, cause it's basically nothing as far as I can tell. Occasionally I'll start thinking about one thing that maybe happened during the day, or I'll see a photo and think about getting a new frame or I'll remember when and where it was taken, before I know it, my brain has gone off on some wild tangent and I'm no longer thinking about anything simple. Whether it's some wild plot to take over the world or just something like, how much salt is a pinch of salt, I mean really who the hell knows that one. What if my pinch is bigger than the authors pinch, will that make all the difference in the cooking or the tasting? And who determined that we could use such inane measurements anyway. I can imagine somebody in medieval times stirring their pot of rabbit stew over a fire, picking up the salt and adding it bit by bit till they got the right taste, and declaring 'It was only a pinch of salt I needed everyone.' or maybe they'd say it like 'tis only a pinch of salt to be added to the pot milady'. How the hell anyone ever understood anyone else in those days is another thought spinning round and around.
The sad thing is, while I may be thinking constantly I'm not actually thinking about any one thing enough to invent it, or I'm not pondering some new law or the problems in another country that I might solve if I could only get my thinking in order. I could be a peacemaker, or I could have a nobel prize in my head, but no one will ever know.
And there you have it, a day in my life, thinking about a photo frame and I'm suddenly stirring a pot of rabbit stew and adding salt to it, while not being able to speak the language. The 2 things have nothing to do with the each other, and yet they are both in my head rattling around. Anyone who ever tells me I'm empty headed needs to get in there and have a look. Pretty sure I've got thoughts in there from before I existed, maybe I should stop typing and go and have a look..............................................
Catch yas
Cathy
Monday, January 14, 2013
I'll help you pack
There comes a time in every mothers life when finally all the kids are moved out of home and getting on with their own lives (well we can hope they all move out). It doesn't mean that they stop being our kids or that they are grown up, cause as any mother knows your kids are never grown up. They will always and forever be those rosy cheeked rascals running around in the park, those cuddly babies that could wrap you around their little finger, and even those obnoxious teens who seemed to know it all.
Even when they have their own children, they are still our babies. As a mother we know our children aren't perfect (that's reserved for our perfect grandchildren), but we love them unconditionally and would throw ourselves under a bus to save them from harm. We let them learn life's lessons whether they are heartbreaking or not, and are there to support them when they fall. We laugh with them, we yell at them, we cry with them and for them, we hug them and we love them. They are a part of us and they will be for the rest of our lives and beyond.
But what happens when they leave the nest, what do we do then? Well in my case I'll probably move the treadmill and the spare TV into his room after sterilisation. Then I'll put a bed in the snakes bedroom (yep the snake will be going right along with him). And I'll sleep in, get up for work, vacuum and clean whenever I want, not when he's awake. Go to sleep without the sounds of the TV or stereo, and not get woken when he comes home at 3 am. I'll only cook if and when I want to, I will probably only do laundry once a week, and if I want to have a shower in the middle of the night I damn well will.
Then I'll sit there and listen to how quiet the house is, and wonder what my kids are doing. Are they okay without me? Do they need any help with anything? And I'll wonder when I get to see them next.
I'll still be a mother, but I won't be the same mother that I am now. I know I'll feel unneeded, unnecessary even and as I'm a widow I'll be alone. So I'll call up the kids, or grab a random grandchild to spend the night with Nana. But whatever I do, I won't be sitting quietly, I won't suddenly conform to the ideal of the Nana, and I won't suddenly become old. I simply refuse!!!!!!!!!!
I think I've been a fun mother, I know I've done something right as my kids are naturally perfect. We don't take ourselves or anyone else seriously and sometimes people have been shocked by us, but we don't care. We've always known that introducing anyone new to the family to our dead husband and father was weird, but if they can't handle it, they don't make the grade. Life is meant to be lived as best you can with whatever you have, even if it is only a little.
It will be strange when it finally happens, I have never lived alone. From the moment my eldest was conceived I was a mother and that has defined me for all these years. So when the time comes I'll adjust as I've always adjusted and move on to the next phase.
Catch yas
Cathy
Even when they have their own children, they are still our babies. As a mother we know our children aren't perfect (that's reserved for our perfect grandchildren), but we love them unconditionally and would throw ourselves under a bus to save them from harm. We let them learn life's lessons whether they are heartbreaking or not, and are there to support them when they fall. We laugh with them, we yell at them, we cry with them and for them, we hug them and we love them. They are a part of us and they will be for the rest of our lives and beyond.
But what happens when they leave the nest, what do we do then? Well in my case I'll probably move the treadmill and the spare TV into his room after sterilisation. Then I'll put a bed in the snakes bedroom (yep the snake will be going right along with him). And I'll sleep in, get up for work, vacuum and clean whenever I want, not when he's awake. Go to sleep without the sounds of the TV or stereo, and not get woken when he comes home at 3 am. I'll only cook if and when I want to, I will probably only do laundry once a week, and if I want to have a shower in the middle of the night I damn well will.
Then I'll sit there and listen to how quiet the house is, and wonder what my kids are doing. Are they okay without me? Do they need any help with anything? And I'll wonder when I get to see them next.
I'll still be a mother, but I won't be the same mother that I am now. I know I'll feel unneeded, unnecessary even and as I'm a widow I'll be alone. So I'll call up the kids, or grab a random grandchild to spend the night with Nana. But whatever I do, I won't be sitting quietly, I won't suddenly conform to the ideal of the Nana, and I won't suddenly become old. I simply refuse!!!!!!!!!!
I think I've been a fun mother, I know I've done something right as my kids are naturally perfect. We don't take ourselves or anyone else seriously and sometimes people have been shocked by us, but we don't care. We've always known that introducing anyone new to the family to our dead husband and father was weird, but if they can't handle it, they don't make the grade. Life is meant to be lived as best you can with whatever you have, even if it is only a little.
It will be strange when it finally happens, I have never lived alone. From the moment my eldest was conceived I was a mother and that has defined me for all these years. So when the time comes I'll adjust as I've always adjusted and move on to the next phase.
Catch yas
Cathy
Saturday, January 5, 2013
When did that happen....
When did I stop loving the heat? I grew up with a swimming pool in the backyard, yet we spent most of time hanging around at the creek or the local swimming pool. We'd take train trips down to the beach with friends, and not come home till it got dark. I'd walk for miles to go for a swim in the creek then back home again in the heat without thinking about it. Sure we'd say it was hot, but we didn't care. Now I toss and turn all night while the fan does its feeble best to cool me down long enough for me to get some sleep. Oh did I mention I don't have air conditioning. Rental house here not going to pay to put it in so someone else can benefit. I do however, have a portable AC that hangs around in the lounge room. I'm thinking of moving it into my room.
It's not the sort that will cool the whole house, it does have one of those thermostat things that is supposed to shut it down when it reaches the temp selected, hasn't shut down once. It's not powerful enough to cool the whole house, but it is good enough to cool the house to a bearable temp and that's good enough. Every time I rolled over last night, I missed the cooling breeze from the fan on my face, so I've woken up this morning with a crick in my neck from sleeping on one side all night. I lay there before being forced to get up to pee, enjoying the breeze and contemplated staying there forever. I'm thinking of picking up another fan for the other side of the bed, so I can be blasted with the breeze from all angles. Probably something I'm not supposed to do, but if it means I can sleep I'll do it. I'm lucky that there is only my body in my bed, don't think I could handle the heat radiating from another.
I long for the cooler months, while others whine about how it's so cold, I'm revelling in getting outside and mowing the lawn or doing some gardening. Right now my grass and weeds are just getting taller and taking hold. I looked at the grass this morning, and thought right get it done, before I'd even gotten my joggers on I was sweating so it can wait. I don't care that all my neighbours lawns are nicely mowed and whipper snipped. My yard can be a mess for the Summer, I swear I'll get to it when Autumn hits. I did water the flowers and refill the birdbath yesterday, so it's not completely neglected. Maybe I should think about paying someone to do it for me, maybe I should wait till I'm caught up on the Christmas bills, and by that time it will be cooler and I'll just do it myself.
We lived in a house with a pool after my husband died. I'd be mowing the lawn and just pause while I dived in to cool down, the lawn wasn't anywhere near as big as this one. My backyard is so big you could fit another house in. It's all terraced and covered with absolute rubbish plants. Takes all day to get it done, but if it was all level it would be done in an hour. The front isn't as big but there is this slope at the side, I get the mower down and then it's a war to get it back to the top. I know I shouldn't whine about the size of the yard, how lucky I am to even have one, blah blah, but when I think of summer and having to mow it, I break out in hives. I have nightmares about sweating so much while mowing I collapse and no one knows I'm out there somewhere lying in the middle of an uncut lawn. the grass would just grow up higher and no one would see me. My body would mummify and I'd become an urban legend, The Mummy in the Backyard. Ooooo spooky.
So today, Sunday, a good day for mowing, I'll instead sit in my hot house trying to get cool as the AC does it's best. Then tonight I'll lie in bed tossing and turning trying to sleep, and waiting for Autumn when I can emerge like a butterfly and do some gardening and mowing.
Catch yas
Cathy
It's not the sort that will cool the whole house, it does have one of those thermostat things that is supposed to shut it down when it reaches the temp selected, hasn't shut down once. It's not powerful enough to cool the whole house, but it is good enough to cool the house to a bearable temp and that's good enough. Every time I rolled over last night, I missed the cooling breeze from the fan on my face, so I've woken up this morning with a crick in my neck from sleeping on one side all night. I lay there before being forced to get up to pee, enjoying the breeze and contemplated staying there forever. I'm thinking of picking up another fan for the other side of the bed, so I can be blasted with the breeze from all angles. Probably something I'm not supposed to do, but if it means I can sleep I'll do it. I'm lucky that there is only my body in my bed, don't think I could handle the heat radiating from another.
I long for the cooler months, while others whine about how it's so cold, I'm revelling in getting outside and mowing the lawn or doing some gardening. Right now my grass and weeds are just getting taller and taking hold. I looked at the grass this morning, and thought right get it done, before I'd even gotten my joggers on I was sweating so it can wait. I don't care that all my neighbours lawns are nicely mowed and whipper snipped. My yard can be a mess for the Summer, I swear I'll get to it when Autumn hits. I did water the flowers and refill the birdbath yesterday, so it's not completely neglected. Maybe I should think about paying someone to do it for me, maybe I should wait till I'm caught up on the Christmas bills, and by that time it will be cooler and I'll just do it myself.
We lived in a house with a pool after my husband died. I'd be mowing the lawn and just pause while I dived in to cool down, the lawn wasn't anywhere near as big as this one. My backyard is so big you could fit another house in. It's all terraced and covered with absolute rubbish plants. Takes all day to get it done, but if it was all level it would be done in an hour. The front isn't as big but there is this slope at the side, I get the mower down and then it's a war to get it back to the top. I know I shouldn't whine about the size of the yard, how lucky I am to even have one, blah blah, but when I think of summer and having to mow it, I break out in hives. I have nightmares about sweating so much while mowing I collapse and no one knows I'm out there somewhere lying in the middle of an uncut lawn. the grass would just grow up higher and no one would see me. My body would mummify and I'd become an urban legend, The Mummy in the Backyard. Ooooo spooky.
So today, Sunday, a good day for mowing, I'll instead sit in my hot house trying to get cool as the AC does it's best. Then tonight I'll lie in bed tossing and turning trying to sleep, and waiting for Autumn when I can emerge like a butterfly and do some gardening and mowing.
Catch yas
Cathy
Monday, December 31, 2012
Out with the old
year that is, not throwing out anything, who knows I might need it one day.
So another year has passed, another prediction of doom for the world has passed, what will the new year bring. Surely there's a doom and gloom prediction somewhere for a year that has the number 13 in it. Maybe I'll start my own cult, The World Will End Because This Year Has A 13 In It cult. Not very catchy I know but none of the others have really had catchy titles either. Can't even make an interesting word out of the letters TWWEBTYHA13II, makes no sense, oh but wait a minute neither have any of the others. So my logic has survived the passing of another year, woohoo go logic.
So what happened in 2012, I remember voting sometime, maybe twice. It's a blur I hate voting so I try to forget it. I was presented with 3 new wonderful granddaughters, yep 3 in one year, awesome stuff, thank you to my beautiful girls. Of course there's always the chance there was another grandchild born but my son isn't talking LOL.
I got another year older, funny how that seems to happen every year. I gained weight again not a real surprise, I discovered more hair where no hair grew before, I lost more brain cells, I lost my train of thought and ...... sorry lost my train of thought for a minute there, I'm positive more socks were again lost and I lost more of my youth (not that there was much left there). I remember when I was a kid and thinking that the year 2000 was something a long time in the future, here we are 2013 and 2000 is a long time in the past. There has been a lot of good years in between being a kid and turning 53 (note I didn't say becoming an adult, that's what my parents are not me) and there's been a lot of bad years (miss you everyday babe). But every single one of those years has gotten me to where I am today. I think less and less about what I could of changed, and what I should of changed. Sure there will always be regrets, but that's a part of what life is all about. If we didn't regret certain actions or the paths our lives took, we wouldn't be human. Hey just had a thought, maybe 2013 will be the year the aliens land and we won't turn out to be human after all, maybe we are all really aliens and the mother ship will come to take us home.
Sorry thoughts wandering around yet again, there's something that hasn't changed. Something else that won't change is except for the occasional mention of politics or religion, I won't be telling you how to vote, or airing my political views, nor will I preach to you or try to turn you onto my views (something I wish a lot of people on Facebook would stop doing). Your politics are your business, but if you think one party or politician is telling the truth then your insane. If you are religious or have a certain religion that may be different to the norm, fine, I hope your happy with it, but please don't clutter up my life with your views or try to change mine. I'm quite happy in my little world and don't need your opinions thrown at me as you try to turn me. I'm 53 I will not be turned LOL.
I still won't believe the movie critics when they tell me not to watch certain movies because they are rubbish, instead I will watch them and form my own opinions, if I'm entertained and don't fall asleep then it's a good movie and I'll recommend it to anyone who likes the same sort of movies as me. Same with TV shows, I've made recommendations to others, but only those who I seriously think would enjoy it. I do not like romance, never have, doesn't mean I can't sit and watch a romantic comedy and be entertained. I love car chases and violence, doesn't have to have a script that makes sense, doesn't even have to have brilliant actors, I just want to be entertained. And after I've watched it, I'm not going to go out and get into a car chase or get violent, it's just a movie or TV show, I know it's not reality. I'm not going to believe that playing a video game or watching violent movies or listening to heavy music can make someone get a gun and commit murder, because I've done all those things and I haven't killed anyone yet. I still watch the violence and still listen to the music, and neither one of them motivate me to go out and shoot innocent people. I'm entertained and then I get on with something else.
I will never get over the ease with which people sue for millions of dollars. I can understand it in certain cases, such as someone needing life long medical care for someone elses carelessness. But if I see a puddle on a floor, I avoid it. I don't dive off rock ledges without checking the water beforehand for logs rocks or depth, it's just logical. I'm not going to blame the makers of video games, music or movies for any of my problems, or for the actions of others. I could say these are New Years resolutions but they are just the same beliefs I've always had. Sorry, again my thoughts wandered after typing something LOL.
I better sign off before I start ranting and waving some protest signs around.
Happy New Year to you all, and my your new year be a happy and safe one for you and yours.
Catch yas
Cathy
So another year has passed, another prediction of doom for the world has passed, what will the new year bring. Surely there's a doom and gloom prediction somewhere for a year that has the number 13 in it. Maybe I'll start my own cult, The World Will End Because This Year Has A 13 In It cult. Not very catchy I know but none of the others have really had catchy titles either. Can't even make an interesting word out of the letters TWWEBTYHA13II, makes no sense, oh but wait a minute neither have any of the others. So my logic has survived the passing of another year, woohoo go logic.
So what happened in 2012, I remember voting sometime, maybe twice. It's a blur I hate voting so I try to forget it. I was presented with 3 new wonderful granddaughters, yep 3 in one year, awesome stuff, thank you to my beautiful girls. Of course there's always the chance there was another grandchild born but my son isn't talking LOL.
I got another year older, funny how that seems to happen every year. I gained weight again not a real surprise, I discovered more hair where no hair grew before, I lost more brain cells, I lost my train of thought and ...... sorry lost my train of thought for a minute there, I'm positive more socks were again lost and I lost more of my youth (not that there was much left there). I remember when I was a kid and thinking that the year 2000 was something a long time in the future, here we are 2013 and 2000 is a long time in the past. There has been a lot of good years in between being a kid and turning 53 (note I didn't say becoming an adult, that's what my parents are not me) and there's been a lot of bad years (miss you everyday babe). But every single one of those years has gotten me to where I am today. I think less and less about what I could of changed, and what I should of changed. Sure there will always be regrets, but that's a part of what life is all about. If we didn't regret certain actions or the paths our lives took, we wouldn't be human. Hey just had a thought, maybe 2013 will be the year the aliens land and we won't turn out to be human after all, maybe we are all really aliens and the mother ship will come to take us home.
Sorry thoughts wandering around yet again, there's something that hasn't changed. Something else that won't change is except for the occasional mention of politics or religion, I won't be telling you how to vote, or airing my political views, nor will I preach to you or try to turn you onto my views (something I wish a lot of people on Facebook would stop doing). Your politics are your business, but if you think one party or politician is telling the truth then your insane. If you are religious or have a certain religion that may be different to the norm, fine, I hope your happy with it, but please don't clutter up my life with your views or try to change mine. I'm quite happy in my little world and don't need your opinions thrown at me as you try to turn me. I'm 53 I will not be turned LOL.
I still won't believe the movie critics when they tell me not to watch certain movies because they are rubbish, instead I will watch them and form my own opinions, if I'm entertained and don't fall asleep then it's a good movie and I'll recommend it to anyone who likes the same sort of movies as me. Same with TV shows, I've made recommendations to others, but only those who I seriously think would enjoy it. I do not like romance, never have, doesn't mean I can't sit and watch a romantic comedy and be entertained. I love car chases and violence, doesn't have to have a script that makes sense, doesn't even have to have brilliant actors, I just want to be entertained. And after I've watched it, I'm not going to go out and get into a car chase or get violent, it's just a movie or TV show, I know it's not reality. I'm not going to believe that playing a video game or watching violent movies or listening to heavy music can make someone get a gun and commit murder, because I've done all those things and I haven't killed anyone yet. I still watch the violence and still listen to the music, and neither one of them motivate me to go out and shoot innocent people. I'm entertained and then I get on with something else.
I will never get over the ease with which people sue for millions of dollars. I can understand it in certain cases, such as someone needing life long medical care for someone elses carelessness. But if I see a puddle on a floor, I avoid it. I don't dive off rock ledges without checking the water beforehand for logs rocks or depth, it's just logical. I'm not going to blame the makers of video games, music or movies for any of my problems, or for the actions of others. I could say these are New Years resolutions but they are just the same beliefs I've always had. Sorry, again my thoughts wandered after typing something LOL.
I better sign off before I start ranting and waving some protest signs around.
Happy New Year to you all, and my your new year be a happy and safe one for you and yours.
Catch yas
Cathy
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