Just call me pansy girl

Two stories today....

the other week I was telling a friend how Monkey wasn't really breastfeeding anymore. I had been out on a course all day with her and we were just chatting at the end.....


within 45 mins of me getting home, guess who was on my lap, curled up so his head rested against my boob, looking up at me like that damn puss in boots from Shrek. 

you know, this one

Then he says "please I want boob"

I offered "do you want milk?" (meaning of course cow's milk, in his bottle)


"No. I boob" 

Me: "you want boob? ok"
Him: "yes!"  fist pump included.  *eyeroll*


and what can I say? I'm weak.  But at least that time he fed properly. Not like the times after that when I swear he had, at MOST, half a dozen sucks.  "you done" "yes"  sheesh

So, suffice to say, the Jedi Mind Control Weaning "These are not the boobs you are looking for young one"  doesn't work so well.  *sigh*

Story number deux
Basically I'm a pansy arse. Well not entirely.

I have been thinking about a second tattoo, a littletoastfairy, for a while now. In fact have been in negotiations with an artist to design her.  Which is trickier than it sounds given I didn't have a definitive image in my head, nor can I draw much beyond stick figures.


But this guy - Simon Morse at ALC Tattoos in Cuba St - he is THE AWESOMESAUCE & GRAVY.


and yesterday he did the work for me.....so, here, meet liltoastfairy

She only took 2 hours, and it wasn't (mostly) as bad as I thought.  and totally worth it, coz I'm so stoked with it. Perfect.


The wussy part is that I was over at my parent's place tonight and kinda didn't tell them about it.  And I know my dad reads this *waves* "hi dad!" so they know now. 


Or soon will.


So, Sorry for being a fucken pansy arse, m&d, and not telling ya in person.
*runs away to Hamilton for the weekend*   :O)

love this

Hrm,  so much to tell. 

and no time now, so instead I shall share this.

I love this song. It's so beautiful, and comforting.

I will get to the other stuff - probably after the weekend. Sorry for the intermittency.  :O/

Dunno What It Is

Hey there.  Yeah I know. Long time no see.

I've mentioned having hundreds of kids right?  WHAT?! you missed that bit?? Go back to the beginning dammit. I put effort in there. I wrote all amount them and all.....  there's even some pics and witty annecdotes.  *eyeroll*   sheesh. Some people.

Where were we?

Yeah I can't remember either.  :OD

There's actually been a bit happening here, but mostly I've been too tired to write about it. And now? I'm still too tired to write about it, plus also? once I get started it'll probably end up being the monster long post from hell. It's long enough already for what I was going to write. 

So here what I was *actually* gonna share with y'all....

I was introduced to Simon & Garfunkel by an ex - I know!! Surprising right? I had time to meet other boys before Captain Awesome. SHHHHH!!  don't tell him  ;O)

It was in college (high school) and not really worthy of explaination or mention. He's a nice enough guy, but I was young and it didn't go anywhere. No dish, no secrets here. No dirty laundry either.  He made me a copy of their hits on tape - yes I am old enough to remember mix tapes!   Not 8 tracks tho.    :OP

But anyways he introduced me to Simon & Garfunkel - I had been vaguely aware of them, but in the same way you know the lyrics to Beatles songs growing up without actually knowing who the Beatles are.  A wee while ago I found a cheapish version of their greatest hits and have been listening to it on and off since.  There's a song that was on the tape he gave me, and album I have now, called The Boxer. 

And it gets me every time. Nearly every time I hear it, I well up and cry. I cant' tell you why. Not why I like the song. Not the association it has in my memory that causes me to react so. I'm totally at a loss as to why I listen to it over and over, crank it up loud when it comes on & singalong to it.  Today it happened again. weird.

It's not till nearlytill the end of the song, about 2mins 55sec.

Here's the bit again....

'In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade
 and he carries a reminders of ev'ry glove that layed him down
 or cut him till he cried out in his anger or his shame
"I am leaving, I am leaving..." but the fighter still remains....'

I've NEVER been a boxer.  Please someone explain to me why this song, these lyrics seem to speak to my heart?  *confused*  

But at least, I guess, I have cool music to muse to *shrug*
  
I also really like the next track Baby Driver and my mamma wasn't an engineer. Nor in the Naval Reserve.  Go figure.    :O)

 

oh yeah. a title. I always forget this bit....

a few things....

I did this last week..... coz why not?

Yeah I couldn't think of a good enough reason not to either ;O)

Today I was baking and I mentioned the slice had a "biscuit basey bit"  My brother sent me this link which made me laugh so hard I had to share it.  I've listened to it more than once now....

hmm, what else to share? 

Oh yeah - Captain Awesome is AWESOME and is letting me go to Nat Exec to play with the "big kids" of Playcentre!! And he's ok with me leaving Monkey behind with him. So YAY! weekend without the kids for me!  :OD

Then there have been these outfits, some days I'm not sure whether my dress sense is getting better or worse. This morning I just threw some leftover clothes (ie I had worn them once, but they weren't really dirty enough to justify washing them)  and came up looking like this...

 

Then there are days when I try and make a little effort.... can you tell the difference??

 But on the plus side, I FINALLY finished that scarf I was knitting. Oh I didn't mention it? yeah coz it was taking me forever!!  I have since learnt how to crochet (in my head it's *always* pronounced "crotchety" - doesn't that explain a lot!)  I went to the library with GorgeousGirl and learnt about making tiny crotchety animals called amigurumi.  So now I am making another scarf from crotchetyness - it's sooooo much faster. I'm nearly done and I've undone it about 4 times already to get it right!! Woot! 

Finished scarf in action

And lastly I leave you with more evidence that I am surrounded by lunatics, and there is no hope for any of us. 

This here is Monkey, my youngest. Already he's a fan of the "Wars"  *LeSigh*  :O{

Disappointed

hmmm  can't sleep. 

Have been sore - achey joints in my arms & legs (knees, ankles, toes, elbows, wrists and fingers. Sing it with me!! Heads Shoulders Knees and toes, knees and toes....)  all weekend. Been having an extra nap during the day. Which is actually unusual for me. Sure I get exhausted. Sure I *feel* sleepy. But I don't usually *SLEEP*.  

So, I'm sick. and feeling crappy with it.  Actually, no. I'm just feeling sore. I haven't had a fever, no real other symptoms like you would get with a cold or flu.  Just really sore joints. 

and joy. I think Monkey has got it too. He just woke up (it's half 11pm here now) crying "ow ow ow"  That's about how I feel too mate.  Yay for neurofen. Not that it's helped me much.

Anyways..... why I'm here? coz I feel like this

I was hoping to go to Nat Exec (national Playcentre meeting in Nov) and Captain Awesome said that he didn't think he would be able to cope with the kids by himself. Plus that he thought Monkey wouldn't cope without me.

He's probably right. He usually is (even if I don't wanna admit it!) *sigh*

Still feeling bummed about it tho.  Wish he would say I could go. Hating that I have to ask (hey, look, the mature part of my brain understands a marriage is a partnership, and as such both parties have a right to say no. That without both people being happy with a decision the relationship is doomed. It's not the mature part of my brain that's talking right now.....)  Really hating that I have to ask. *sigh*

But I chose to be at home with the kids. I chose to let him be the breadwinner. I chose to let him handle the finances.  And I guess that asking if HE is ok with me leaving HIM with all the kids for a coupla days is reasonable even though part of my brain is screaming "but it's what I do everyday!!!"  it's still reasonable to ask first.


I'm just not happy with it.  And I'm not able to go to sleep.  yay.  :O/

Sidetracked

So, I know I promised pics yesterday - my dad ended up in hospital with a mild chest infection (it looked a lot worse than that when he went in) so that kind stole the better part of a day...

anyways, here's a bunch of pics  :O)

I dont even know what day this was from...any of them!

 

And I *finally* finished the scarf I've been knitting!

 :OD  Now I'm learning how to crochet - I'm being all crotchety!!

I'm still here *madly waving jumping up & down*

So! I was gonna post about all the things I had been doing, and show pics of what I have been wearing - seeing as that is the way of this blog.

Except, as is the way of MY LIFE I am now too tired. 

PLUS to get the pics off the camera and onto the puter so I can upload them, I would have to disco' the internet. And I had already opened this here page - too. much. effort. *mutters* stupid laptop with only one working usb port.

Instead I also got distracted by a comment from a new person *waves hello to new person*  well, new commentor anyways who I didn't know. So I had to check out his page. Naturally!

Now, Captain Awesome is starting a movie, and I see my g&t next to me on the desk.  It's just too easy to go and watch the movie instead of doing all those awful "shoulda's"

you know..... "I should fold the washing"  "I should organise the agenda for my workshop next tuesday. and Really Should work out what I'm going to talk about at said workshop!"

But wanted you to know that I hadn't dropped off the edge. Just been trying to get some sleep (HA! *eyeroll*  sooooo delusional)  and been busy with everyday lifeness. yes, those hundreds of children I have and all.....

Pics tomorrow. Even if they is not labelled. It'll be like our very own guessing game!! :OD