- I am a girl/woman/human who has random thoughts. Sometimes you can find me here rambling, other times i might have useful stuff to say. For the most part, my friends and family can see what I might be up to in the days events. Or, for sake of sakes, its all made up... only i know.. and MAYBE a select few of you! Either way~ I am an American living in Australia. Oh, and any photo you see on this blog IS NOT FOR YOUR USE. If I have taken the photo myself or have permission to use it, YOU CAN NOT USE IT FOR YOURSELF. So be warned... and just dont use my damn photos.
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Actually, we do this whole flirt thing which takes me back to the times when i was a teenager. I knew he was coming to see us today, so i made sure that looked real damn fine. I was excited to see him... whats wrong with me? This is so unusual... I usually can keep my cool.. but not with him. Gawd, I could never take it anywhere.. further i mean... i dont think i would know what to do. Hes just devine.. did i mention that already?
We make sure to be visible to each other. We pass each other in the hall maybe a bit too closely. We have some sort of sexual tension which could get sorted. If only I didnt feel like it was my first time again. I love how my heart beats when hes NEAR.. not necc near me, but NEAR.. i walked past where he was today and I could smell his cologne lingering .... it was heaven. All i could think was, "That would smell FANTASTIC on my pillow" and a smile peeked its way.
I even blushed today speaking to him. I of course will not tell you what we were discussing. It is not meant for ANY of you to know, just know that I had a really good idea in my head, and so did he.. and of course.. there was the flirting.
I dont think I have blushed in front of man since i was like 14 or 15.
Today is good. I have seen and smelled "D". Thank you for the service call :)
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Upon her decision that she was going to sell all the clothes that should have went to the Lifeline store but never ended up making it out of the trunk of her car, she (Neighbor S) decides that she might give the markets a try. Alas, with Baby E growing so quickly as well, there is no need for all those adorable teenie tinnie tot outfits. Sell em she thinks! She can make millions she thinks. She has stumbled upon a magnificent idea. If only she could get someone to help...who would she con to this task?
We enter the gates, praying they find us a spot. We are new to this. We followed some mans advice over the telephone. Now they tell us we should have been here at 4. What? Thats a 3 am wake up... not a chance buddy.
Saturday, April 26, 2008
(Neighbor S... before she trashed my self-esteem)
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
But, i have changed the location of the comment tag.. its now straight under the title of the days blog, or just above the stuff i write... find it? just click on it, and then a popup window should appear and you can leave a comment.
If you have google for an account (takes no time really to create an account, and its just so you can leave comments...) my suggestion is that if your planning on filling me in on teh inside goss or you want to contribute from time to time, create a google account. Easy as.
OpenID? use it. If you like of course.
Name/URL... i think its a google thing. i can just give myself a name and pop it in there adn type away. Easy Pezy.
Anon... this is the catch. at the moment i am having troubles getting the comments to appear. I am working on it. I moderate all ANON comments... tought. deal with it.
If you dont want to take the time for me to sort it out, or if you want to see your comments appear straightaway... then make a google account. For goodness sakes Neil... all talk and no action really will make you a dull boy! A lot of chit chat about the blog for a man who doesnt leave a comment... EVER!
Monday, April 21, 2008
Of course, it has to be said that the actor who plays "Benji" could make ice cubes melt in a blizzard. I would drop it all. Of course he would have to keep the bald head and tattoos... oh my.. i think he could easily rock my world. An hour of lust to get me thru the week. Ah....."Benji".
Today is only monday, and already WE have already "booked" as unavailable on wednesday. 8:30. Not accessible, thanks for trying. I for one, will be busy drooling over Benji (can you imagine what it will be like when he gets shot in the upcoming episodes?). The others, they will be busy ignoring their households, settle in for the hour, and escape into the TV series that has captured the nation. Well, except for Victoria. I wonder if the tourist rate has increased on Wed for all those in Victoria to hop on a plane and rent a hotel room for the night to watch it. Sounds silly, but I can assure you, I would def do that. All for a peep at Benji and the gangland wars that gripped Melb and killed 33 (known) people.
And now I have the soundtrack. Life is good. except that its only Monday and i have just under 48 hours until i can get my next fix. I am desperate for my next hour. I am becoming fixated on a TV show. I find that i am judging any person who doesnt watch or enjoy the show. They are lesser, and therefore unimportant. If you stumble upon some helpless soul who hasnt seen the show or cant stay up that late to watch... they want in.. you know they do... they ask the questions.. but you just cant explain all the details... it is not important for them to watch... they dont have the dedication to deserve to be in the know. They can not become a WE. At least I am not alone. Not this time.
Thursday, April 17, 2008
What makes us as humans so special?
Is it that we are unique and supp to be different from another, and all our little quirks are tagged either good or bad, which in turn makes us either like or dislike another.
Is it that we can adapt to surroundings, mix among the masses, assimilate if you like, and "do as others do" or for the "betterment" of society we follow the norm.
Really- how normal is the word "unique". It means unparrallelled, or one, none other like it. Hell i thought i was unique in High School during my little hippie stage. Granted, not everyone was into Tie Dyes, Hologram sunglasses, and the rest of my fantastic fashion at the time; but there was the typical Jocks, Preps, Idiots, Druggies, Loners, Freaks, and then us, the Potheads / Hippies. We listened to John Lennon, Led Zep, The Doors, took acid... you get the idea right? We were cool. We were unique.
Damn unique. I was doing the same thing my mom did in her High School all but years apart. Unique? Yeah, for that particular school, that particular region etc. But unique might be far-fetched.
Ok, back to the original rant of the day. Associate.. remember when i was mentioning that? Follow along kidz. We all look for some sort of association. We want to belong. We as humans feel this burning desire (no, not the STD kind of burn) to make sure we are accepted by others, somewhere, somehow. NO MATTER WHAT. Example? Emos... they all look so damn alike. And wearing black? well, anyone with fashion inklings can tell you that black is a basic color which is ALWAYS in bloody season and goes with anything. except blue. oh, and its slimming.
right, sorry... delayed thoughts again. I met someone yesterday who wasnt really on my particularly high "I think your nice" sheet, instead he was more of a "please leave, i have work to do and your just wasting my time babbling nothing" sheet. He discovers that he and i live in the same town. Fantastic! Mr sales rep is thinking he has me sold, after all... we have an ASSOCIATION. so much so, that he even tells me the street... HA! I laugh in his face (i dont even know the street he was mumbling.. afterall, i didnt care as he wasnt going to be part of my association. Told him i actually lived in a different section, near the particular town. Not in my association. thank you kindly.
Music? We all associate to the same circle regarding music. Tell me how unique you are in your music tastes? I am positive even the strangest tastes will somehow have even HEARD of a song you like, or might enjoy a particular artist. Second thought, they might at least know the artist, they might think shes a slut bag who has lost her mind and her parents should SEND HER TO REHAB... nah, no winno heroin support here, but its still an association of some sorts.
I often hear a song and it takes me back to somewhere else. Sometimes I can even associate smells to a song, or a feeling for that time, or the boy who made me smile when he sang his lungs out to the song. Or the car trips blasting the song all the way, over and over. Somedays a song can make or break a day. And sometimes it can UNITE you wth another person or stranger.
What do you associate with? Would it be the same that others would classify the association with you?
Its a funny word. Associate.
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
(Disclaimer as follows:)
BUT i am ready to convert to the Morman faith after one look at that calendar. And oh GOD, these are missionaries? Why is there not 1 of them good looking bodies in my country? I am sure that SOMEONE, SOMEWHERE along the line has prayed and prayed for my little ass to be saved! COME ON.... be kind. Send the dark haired one with the chisled abs and those gorgeous eyes my way. One never knows unless they try, right? I am worth you trying to save. Guaranteed. No Risk / No Hassle. If you find me unworthy, I will retreat, but you should at least try. Right?
Anyway, enough fun.. it amazes me how these missions are for 2 year stints, in which they pretty much sacrifice their own needs for someones elses. Pretty big ask really. Commendable? well, that part is worth a debate. They build, teach, feed, and spread the English language all over the world. Oh, and they also teach Mormonism. No, not Moronisms you jack ass... Mormonism. Really, if you take an individuals pre-conceived notions and judgements about religion and the related topics, its quite fantastic that people do shit like this. Damn, most people I know wont get off their ass to change the TV channel. They wont buy a strangers groceries because they feel like helping out someone (they will however give to the "donation box", which secretly records all donations and tallies it up at the EOFY and publish your much giving donation amount) and here these little missionaries are really going out and helping others.
Reality: at the end of it they would have to become in better touch with their own awareness as well, if they chose too. Say what you like about missionaries.. (my father & WES have their own opinons) but if one makes a generalization ... well, a generalization cant be 100 % correct can it? There are some good decent honest missionaries out there. Just none that ran across the countries the wild pipeliners did. Blame them, nah, the power wattage for the whore house and camp kitchen prob scared those little good missionaries running up the nearest hill!
Anyway, the website informs me that while on a mission, they are not allowed to read a paper, listen to popular music (wonder who defines the term 'popular' here), no TV, no movies, and no internet or blogging... they can call home on Christmas & Mothers Day (thats really sweet actually that its mothers day as being one of the chosen few..).
Check out the website... I'm thinking of buying some things from the online store http://mormonsexposed.com/store.php (pretty amazing how such a 'culture' has deemed itself into modern society when they believe that the perils of such technology are distracting and so forth, yet even they can see its a money maker. I particuarly am drawn to the "missionary style" t-shirt of 2 people praying. BUT, I also like the one that has about 8 women and 1 man.. its the "lots of love to give" tshirt. So, I am thinking about buying some shirts... its just damn funny really. And, it goes to help support a cause. But I'm all for the funniness really.
Oh, AND a Morman is forbidden, yes thats right FORBIDDEN to drink alcohol, coffee or tea, smoke cigs or have premarital sex (compliments of http://www.mormanexposed.com/) which pretty much means that NONE of my dearest friends or family is a morman. And if i did convert for the gorgeous guy on the website... nah, stuff it.. Im going for a smoke and a capt morgan diet thanks!
Monday, April 14, 2008
NICE: i think maybe it should be looked up in the dictionary, because what I THINK it means, and what some of the people i have encountered lately THINK it means are obv two different versions. For sake of any future arguments, i have referenced the Chambers Dictionary for these and further purposes.
"It was a satisfactory time. All was agreeable."
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Wednesday, April 09, 2008
(Not my photo, thanks to anon whose photo it is...sorry no camera with this morning on the way to work.)
Sunday, April 06, 2008
Also from National Geographic, at the VERY BOTTOM of the page (yes, you will have to scroll down) there is a weekly GREEN GUIDE tip. Its weekly, so dont worry about your little finger getting tired from all that scrolling each day. Well worth a look as it has some great tips on how to go a bit more greener with the GREEN GUIDE. Trust me, its not as hard as some might think.
Enjoy the new additions, hope you like them. Have a fantastic day, I know I will, I am off to my acupuncture appointment. Love it!
Saturday, April 05, 2008
There was dancing, music happening, people just coming up to the stage and jamming and dedicating the moment to such a great person. Even the star of the evening got up and made a speech, and danced away to some magnificent blues / folks music
This man did an amazing painting for her as his gift to her. We were all in awe of the creative talent he had, really neat to watch this masterpiece unfold in front of our eyes. As more musicians got up to do a jam session, he would add them into his painting. He first had Miss Suzy Q pick a color and do some squiggles onto the canvas, and then a few more people do some squiggles.
Wednesday, April 02, 2008
Tuesday, April 01, 2008