Monday, September 19, 2011

Did you miss me??

I have not been here much the past few days for many and various reasons.  But things have been happening, regardless.  BEST NEWS:  I have my handfast pix!!  Yes, finally, here in my hot little hands.  All I have to do now is get them in an album before everyone forgets it ever happened.  People who want one will be getting a disk shortly.  But, I have some edits to do, so I'm thinking end of next week.
OTHER STUFF:  Second son is back on meds :(   figured it was coming, but still kind of a downer.  He's OK with it though, that's the main thing.  Firstborn brought home a report card that showed that he's still on track for uni if he decides to apply.  Dance happy, people.   Achilles backed off the sink and landed on his head.  He's the most unco-ordinated feline in existence.  FF has two weeks of holidays.  Dancing again!!  Love having my man at home.  Later.

Thursday, September 8, 2011

Alfred Hitchcock and the Literate Magpies

I just finished having a very pleasant conversation with the chief idiot at the Department of the Environment, and now I need to break something.  The local primary school (where I dice with death every weekday afternoon on the school crossing) has a magpie problem.  A big one.  They're literally forcing kids off the footpath into the traffic, which I would personally think is a pretty good reason for them to be summarily executed rehomed to a lovely place with no houses/kids/bikes.  So I rang the city council.  Who put me through to the department of the environment (who gave these feathered Hitchcocks their protected status in the first place) and they very kindly offered to put us on a "swooping register" and send us some signage that announces that we have swooping magpies.  Brilliant...all we have to do is teach the magpies to read, and they'll realise the error of their ways, and all will be sweet.  Time to don my "fuck beaurocracy" shirt and buy that gun I'm always dreaming about.  Today, the magpies, tomorrow, the bus zone.  Be very afraid......

Monday, September 5, 2011

The Mystery of Mister or Smokin Sexy Men vs Stupid Literature Heroines Vol 1

I have a total thing for the Misters.....I don't know whether it's the title, the time period or the fact that they're just so over-the-top-sex-on-a-stick HAWT!!!!
Probably it's because I just can't see myself referring to FF as Mister Anything.

                                                Mr Rochester, aka the smouldering bigamist. 

Who Jane Eyre leaves even though he's rich, handsome and completely smitten with well as wanting to make an (almost) honest woman out of her.   And let's face it peeps.....Plain Jane is being kind.  She's got that whole downtrodden-ill-treated-orphan-girl thing going, but there's a limit to how far the waif look will take you.   Silly girl. 

Yes, he's got a mad wife in the attic, but hey, that's a big house, peeps.......plenty of room for her and her nurse, and her lawyer and her civil rights advocate.   Hell, stick 'em in the west wing and give them a credit card, and I'm sure they'll make out just fine.   The man has jewels in the bank, and he was planning to take her to Europe anyway....wear the pearls, get in the damn carriage and let him take you to Paris, you silly cow.  He's smokin hot and he adores you.  Wake up and smell the 1830's, chickie. 

Next Time:  Mister Darcy and Lizzie Bennett

Saturday, September 3, 2011


                                Hektor                                                                           Achilles

Don't let them fool you...they're recharging before the next round of wholesale demolition.

Something in the air....

smells like Spring.   Gotta love that smell.  Warm concrete and green grass.  Birdsong and late evening light.   Makes me wanna strip down and roll on the lawn.  I won't though.  'Cos I have neighbours and my mama raised me right.   I can feel myself waking up after months of hibernating and existing.   Time to do things again.....starting with a glass of red and a sunset on the driveway this evening.  Start slow, and aim high.  Welcome back Spring....I have missed you.


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