Starting the day at 6am is not my thing at all. Especially when I haven't been able to get to sleep the night before and only really nodded off at 4am. ish. Yay for good books.
Not so yay for kids who decide 6am is daytime. Needless to say this morning I had a Nanna Nap. On the couch while the kids watched tv. Woke up in time to put Monkey in bed. Nice.
Then this afternoon I did this....
yup. Racing Stripes. In the hope it will make me feel "Zippier" and able to keep up with the kids these holidays.
Not working so far tho..... :O.
I dunno why but I can't take good hair pics. I try.
I was thinking I needed to write a post as it has been a while.....
But I am Le Tired.
Had family gathering yesterday and it went better than I thought! yay!! My brother from London (one of) turned up - apparently Dad knew he was coming. Super cool to see him!
And then me, Captain Awesome, my Lil Lil Sis, her partner and my Big Lil Brother stayed up after putting the Tribe of Lunatics to bed - throwing a toy plane (which flies in crazy arse directions - we were constantly going over the fence to neighbour's place, climbing on the roof of our place to retrieve it!) balls and a frisbee around. Yes some of these were the kids presents. pffffffffttt they were in bed. :OP
Then we sat in the dark for a while, drinking gin. Chatting till midnight. How all good days should end I believe.
But then it was up for presents for the kids today. not so cool.
Now the monsters are alseep again, and I think I will toddle off too.
Take care of you and yours, probably see ya in the New Year - Captain is off work, the kids are on holiday, time to do stuff with them - which means I don't tend to get online that much!
oh yeah, the hair's now blonde. I will start posting pics again soon too :O)
Mind you when it's 11 pm and all I wanna do is sleep.....
but Monkey has decided that to go to sleep he needs me rightnexttohimandpleasedontmoveunless I decide I n e e d m o r e s p a c e in the bed thanks mum!
Oh happy joyful times. anyways, at times like these, then I'm just about willing to believe in Unicorns too.
Especially with this argument
He sells it pretty well I think.
Or maybe I just need more sleep. or something.... :O.
Things have been kinda crazy lately. Mostly just that I've been crazy tired as much as anything else. Weird. I've had 2 naps in the last 2 weeks. Now, normally I will *rest* in the afternoons: read, hang out online, do a little low key housework maybe. But this time I SLEPT. Pity it didn't help overly much in the grand scheme, I'm still feeling whacked. And my skin is going to crap - getting eczema in little spots all over. Need to rest. Anyone got any ideas on how I do that with Christmas holidays coming up?!?
anyhoos..... Not helping with the feeling crap is that I badly sprained my ankle nearly 5 weeks ago. I've been seeing a physio. I had to. I never had before, but it just wasn't getting any better after 2 weeks of strapping it myself, icing it, resting it as much as I could etc.... It's still painful, still misshapen, still a little swollen. So I'm seeing a physio, and hopefully we'll figure out what's wrong and fix it. I'm SO FUCKEN OVER being in pain/discomfort all the time. We don't talk about how I did it - long story short = I'm an idiot.
If you really really reaaaaally wanna hear the tale then you'll have to leave a comment. then maybe I'll tell ya. On the up side tho, a local music shop found an album I've been looking for for *thinks* hmmmm, 15 years? since I wore out the tape version I had of it. Been a nice coupla days revisiting music I love and have missed.
As is per usual with me, I found a track that kinda sums up how life has been lately, so here it is.....
Hopefully I'll find a way to post more often, coz I have missed it. But things, like I said have been a little busy, and other things have taken priority.....which is right.
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)
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)
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)
