Intellectualisation.

I think too much.

 Given this heavy trait, I'm sure there are many conundrums I could be solving, degrees I could be acquiring, synapses I could be creating, sharing, dismissing, exploring. But guys, It's heavy, paralysing, hard and mental illness making. Stupid brain/wonderful brain. Ignorant you? Clever me? Nope. Lucky you, burdened me.

I have spent my life in possession of this parallel brain. It got me into heated arguments that still resonate, ironically it got me kicked out of school. A table has never been a table. I really wish it was.

Soundtrack - All sorts of twittering birds
Mood - Confus-ed

Dudes!!!! My Blog!!!!!

After a quick and uneasily found email in my spam-boxed email, I found they were gonna wipe me off the world if I wasn't G%%gle affiliated (which I was anyway, but let's not be picky, no, let's not.)
Well let's face it , I sign up for a lotta things too so my inbox is like a very boring treasure-trove, thank gracious for "messages from contacts. Anyway, big hurrah, I saved my blog. Wooty woot.

I've been checking my in-box more frequently now because my Uncy has terminal, untreatable cancer.
My mum took 6 weeks to tell me.

I've also been checking it more often because (cue WTF music,) I've abandoned f*b. Not my friend, guys. NOT MY FRIEND. I got quite a bit more snark than I thought for doing that, which makes me think you snarky-parky's want to but can't. Your crops might die or your faeries won't weave enough or something. Anyway THE BLOG. I have always loved my blog, which I started around 26 yrs old or such but it never really made a whole heap'o'sense. Cryptic in case the antagonists were reading, (which they were???? Strange) but I reclaiming and daggum, I feel good about it.

Mood - rather confused.
Soundtrack - Friday Night Lights

Peace and love, PEACE and LOVE :)

Okay kids, well I guess, I'm coming back. But not without opinions, like last time. That was draining having to veil things.

I'm excited. It's Se'Lah's fault and she is Necessary. So this must be too. Yay, yay hooray, hooray and did you know Pipsey learned to hug!

And love and love.

SKU xx

Today I had an ant in my shoe while I was sporting around makin' dinner and I just let it bite me. It took my mind off everything else. But what goes around blah and everything comes out in the wash and I walked two steps to the sink and I squashed it!

But thanks Ant, I enjoyed the respite :)

Glass? half full.
Mood? oppositional.

In the depth of winter I finally learned that
there
was in
me

an invincible summer.

--Alfred Lord Tennyson ...

WELCOME TO 2010.

I already came out with one prediction. Outta the blue. Elton John will die. You heard it here. I don't mean he must or should or anything. Just that I get flashes of shit and hey, sometimes they turn out to be true. :)

I'll do some more. But anyway. It's Summer. And I'm SMILING!

Are you?

MENTAL ILLNESS IS REAL.

No cast.

No Blood.

No Stitches.

REAL.

Wherever you bring them up their hearts will lie.

Gosh, thrown here by accident.
Facebook is quite the timesuck.
Still, I live in a rural area and get to chat with my friends from the city.
Which perhaps brings me to my topic. Wherever you bring them up their hearts will lie.

It's true.

At home (in the city), I dreamt (monumentously, romantically) of this life I now lead in the country. Sure I've got an apron, I've got 3! I've even got frickin gumboots.

But, no. My brownies may sell madly at the cake stall but I AM WRONG.

The tradesmen get a beer and an open ear. OOOOhhhh. No Scones.

The shopping is done on whatever day I please.

My tomatoes are still potted (and growing, NER) tho' well out of season.

My Grandma left me NO pickling jars. Pardon. NO PICKLING JARS.

I get up when I want. The boy knows not to wake me.

God forbid, I am STUDYING.

My music is loud (tho' within time constraints)

No matter what I do, I'm the local "witch". The churches here still believe gay people go to hell. Not only am I down with gay people, they visit me. (All forgiving, etc, etc)

It doesn't matter that the townsfolk LIKE to come to my home.

That matters NOUGHT.

It doesn't matter that they leave curiously buoyed above their malcontent.

It doesn't matter that my mother was born here.

That my Grandparents lived here for 50 years.

Because they are HOME.

And as soon as I can, I will go HOME.

So, as I said, Wherever you bring them up their hearts will lie. :)

I have no witty quotes, just the hiccups.

And the joy that comes from knowing I can still "key" while drunk.

I miss being anonymous. Facebook scares me. If I was clever I would only write with a view to the audience, but for someone with a stifled daily voice, this is hard. So I return. To Mission:Absolution. Clearly my mission hasn't been absolved. But someone else as witty and moreso intelligent than me has absolved their own, so I'm stuck.

Here I am.

I was right about Tori. Her album comes out in May. And Tate comes very, very soon, but not without a "Momma" to fetch her. Of course the girls will turn 5. That is beyond my control. But at least I got a phonecall. Lily managed, amongst her incessant giggling, to tell me she loves me 250. Don't you LOVE small children's grasp on numbers. They got no concept of the economy.

Me? Yep. doing that reading. And that (***)forsaken research. If intuition meant ANYTHING, I'd have a degree already!!

I found lotsa people on Fac&book and (Egads) they found me. But nothing compares to shooting the shit with myself. It's healthy.

And having said that - Rony- so is cake decorating.

Still queen of irony.

And BACK. Watch This Space.

"If someone offers you a gift, and you decline to accept it,

the other person still owns that gift.

The same is true of insults and verbal attacks."

Steve Pavlina

My dear blog has become a faceb@@k widow, but it still feels like home, and you gotta go home sometimes. xxx

Smile!

Verse- Allan.K. Chalmers

Photographer - Norman Leslie

Image - Drankal Lhamo, age 6

100% of the revenue generated from the sale of this card will go toward building a school for the children from Kharnang in the Tibetan province of Yushu, China.

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After

It's always ok
after
the yelling the hair tearing
the swearing
the swelling
the never's the can'ts

IT's OK.

Always. After

:)

F'in HOT.

TIS" all.