Life's a bit up in the air right now. I haven't felt much like blogging. I just can't force myself, so I am not going to.
I'm sure I'll start blogging again at some point. Maybe in a couple of weeks. I'm really not sure. I may even get my shit together and merge this blog and my other blog. Suffice to say, I'll be back, just check back every now and again. Hopefully, I'll stop feeling like I'm in a funk, like I'm in a haze or cloud and maybe I won't feel so left-behind.
Mostly, everything is ok. Don't be too alarmed. Just can't be bothered too much. Everything is fine. Glen and I are perfectly fine. Life is just a bit blah, it's changing too much and part of it depresses me.
Stay tuned.
Wednesday, 29 November 2006
Wednesday, 8 November 2006
A tale of two blogs...
Me thinks that I might take Sonnet's advice, at least for a while, and run two blogs in tandem. However, the question which comes of this is who do I allow to read the private blog and who do I offend by not allowing them?
It's a tough one. I know only a handful of people who read this blog and in the main, I dont mind them reading the juicy gossipy stuff, so if you get an email, you know you are in the 'IN' crowd.
And if you think you deserve to be on the 'IN' crowd list, leave a comment and I shall ponder your case!
It's a tough one. I know only a handful of people who read this blog and in the main, I dont mind them reading the juicy gossipy stuff, so if you get an email, you know you are in the 'IN' crowd.
And if you think you deserve to be on the 'IN' crowd list, leave a comment and I shall ponder your case!
Monday, 6 November 2006
Should I stay or should I go...
...If I go there will be trouble
An if I stay it will be double
So come on and let me know ...
I am dilemmarising. I want a blog that offers password protection and so far, my enquiries with blogger have not given me the response I want. I have opened an account with a rival blogging party, but I am torn by the fact that it is both slow to use, and a hassle to move my blog, yet again.
So, please inform me people. What shoudl I do? I really want to write some private posts, where only certain people can read. I know that some people might be offended when I don't give them the password, but I need to be myself and I need to be open and honest in my own way.
So yeh, please give me advice. If I do move, it'll be a work in progress and it might mean having two blogs open at once whilst I get my shit together.
An if I stay it will be double
So come on and let me know ...
I am dilemmarising. I want a blog that offers password protection and so far, my enquiries with blogger have not given me the response I want. I have opened an account with a rival blogging party, but I am torn by the fact that it is both slow to use, and a hassle to move my blog, yet again.
So, please inform me people. What shoudl I do? I really want to write some private posts, where only certain people can read. I know that some people might be offended when I don't give them the password, but I need to be myself and I need to be open and honest in my own way.
So yeh, please give me advice. If I do move, it'll be a work in progress and it might mean having two blogs open at once whilst I get my shit together.
When you wished you possessed the flexibility...
Over the last few years, I have become inherently aware of myself, my personality and all the annoying aspects which come with knowing me, and being my friend.
No, I am not picking at myself, or being critical. I am simply being aware of who I am.
I am the person, who when asked how they are, gives you more information than you really asked for. One example is my new chiropractor. The poor man asked me why I had come to him and left my old chiropractor. Any normal person would have invented something simple and without dilemma, not me. I told him the truth – the long winded, drawn out version.
What was the truth?
I babbled. It sounded a bit like this:
Sam: “Mr Nice Chiropractor Man, I came to see you because I cannot see my old chiro. This is because I just sold my lovely scooter, the source of my freedom, so that I can save for a better scooter. This would mean that I would no longer have to suffer being tailgated on the freeways, that I can outrun any annoying vehicles and travel in style!”
Chiro: Nods and asks me to turn my head to the left.
Sam: “So, I have sold my scooter and I cannot see my old chiro. However, it’s convenient to come here, as it’s across the road from work and that’s useful! As it is, I wouldn’t be able to see you if I had to find transport there. Because, remember I have sold my source of freedom and general transport!”
Chiro: Rolls eyes and asks me to turn my head to the right.
Sam: General babble about missing scooter.
Words fail me here, like they don’t, but really should in situations like this. I often volunteer far more information than I should. When people ask me how I am, I need to learn to ignore the truth of it all, be fake and respond, “Fine!” However, I am just not very good at the small talk, so I talk about the stuff I know – my life.
The scary part of it is that I never really hear myself babbling about scooters and how I came to be on a chiropractor’s table discussing them. It is only in retrospect that I hear myself and shudder.
It’s just as well really, I am not fond of this chiropractor and I am sure that once I get my new scooter, I’ll go back to my old chiro, who doesn’t mind a bit of scooter chatter – for the last 3 years, he’s been telling me he’ll buy one. Maybe when he sees this baby sitting out the front, he’ll get the bug.
PS: You might ask about the meaning of the title. Ever wondered when if foot in mouth disease was ever very useful? It’s times like these when I really wish I couldn’t get a sentence out, that I wish for a very large, not so hairy foot, to be shoved in my gob, thereby preventing me from looking like a babbling fool.
No, I am not picking at myself, or being critical. I am simply being aware of who I am.
I am the person, who when asked how they are, gives you more information than you really asked for. One example is my new chiropractor. The poor man asked me why I had come to him and left my old chiropractor. Any normal person would have invented something simple and without dilemma, not me. I told him the truth – the long winded, drawn out version.
What was the truth?
I babbled. It sounded a bit like this:
Sam: “Mr Nice Chiropractor Man, I came to see you because I cannot see my old chiro. This is because I just sold my lovely scooter, the source of my freedom, so that I can save for a better scooter. This would mean that I would no longer have to suffer being tailgated on the freeways, that I can outrun any annoying vehicles and travel in style!”
Chiro: Nods and asks me to turn my head to the left.
Sam: “So, I have sold my scooter and I cannot see my old chiro. However, it’s convenient to come here, as it’s across the road from work and that’s useful! As it is, I wouldn’t be able to see you if I had to find transport there. Because, remember I have sold my source of freedom and general transport!”
Chiro: Rolls eyes and asks me to turn my head to the right.
Sam: General babble about missing scooter.
Words fail me here, like they don’t, but really should in situations like this. I often volunteer far more information than I should. When people ask me how I am, I need to learn to ignore the truth of it all, be fake and respond, “Fine!” However, I am just not very good at the small talk, so I talk about the stuff I know – my life.
The scary part of it is that I never really hear myself babbling about scooters and how I came to be on a chiropractor’s table discussing them. It is only in retrospect that I hear myself and shudder.
It’s just as well really, I am not fond of this chiropractor and I am sure that once I get my new scooter, I’ll go back to my old chiro, who doesn’t mind a bit of scooter chatter – for the last 3 years, he’s been telling me he’ll buy one. Maybe when he sees this baby sitting out the front, he’ll get the bug.
PS: You might ask about the meaning of the title. Ever wondered when if foot in mouth disease was ever very useful? It’s times like these when I really wish I couldn’t get a sentence out, that I wish for a very large, not so hairy foot, to be shoved in my gob, thereby preventing me from looking like a babbling fool.
Sunday, 5 November 2006
New Template...
Last night I was bored. I was bored with everything, including this blog. I've been meaning to update it for a while, but just don't have the gift of html like others do. So, I decided to just use one of blogger's templates. However, I really should have done some homework, as I seem to have lost my archived files. I might need to get Glen to sort it out for me, as I have no patience for it.
Anyway. Yes, it has been a while since I have updated. And yes, that usually means that I have been a bit down. But I have been busy, so it kinda evens up. I started to write about the crap that has been happening in the last week or so, but I have deleted it. It's kinda redundant and I am trying to get past it. And let me say, it's nothing hugely bad, just a bad week, and I think we've all had them.
In good news, I test rode the scooter I am hoping to buy, and after much umming and ahhing and stressing, it looks like I might be able to take delivery of the thing in about a fortnight, if all goes to plan. Please keep your fingers crossed for me over the next few days :)
The last thing I'll report is that Midgy developed a hernia from her desexing operating last Friday week. She's a burmese and far too active, described as a monkey by our vet, who also has burmese. So, she had to go back in for surgery on Friday jsut gone to repair the damage. She has more stitches and a bigger hole. And as a result, she has been confined to a cage for the next 12 days. Poor little girl. Keep her in your thoughts. I really hope that she heals properly this time, as we are doing all the right things.
Maybe in the next few days, I'll blog some more. Maybe I won't.
Finally, I am thinking of moving my blog to a new blog-client, somewhere where I can make private some entries. Any ideas, please let me know in comments or email me.
Anyway. Yes, it has been a while since I have updated. And yes, that usually means that I have been a bit down. But I have been busy, so it kinda evens up. I started to write about the crap that has been happening in the last week or so, but I have deleted it. It's kinda redundant and I am trying to get past it. And let me say, it's nothing hugely bad, just a bad week, and I think we've all had them.
In good news, I test rode the scooter I am hoping to buy, and after much umming and ahhing and stressing, it looks like I might be able to take delivery of the thing in about a fortnight, if all goes to plan. Please keep your fingers crossed for me over the next few days :)
The last thing I'll report is that Midgy developed a hernia from her desexing operating last Friday week. She's a burmese and far too active, described as a monkey by our vet, who also has burmese. So, she had to go back in for surgery on Friday jsut gone to repair the damage. She has more stitches and a bigger hole. And as a result, she has been confined to a cage for the next 12 days. Poor little girl. Keep her in your thoughts. I really hope that she heals properly this time, as we are doing all the right things.
Maybe in the next few days, I'll blog some more. Maybe I won't.
Finally, I am thinking of moving my blog to a new blog-client, somewhere where I can make private some entries. Any ideas, please let me know in comments or email me.
Saturday, 4 November 2006
Kitten Owner's Ten Commandments
This could be applied to just about any animal. It really makes you think.
"A Kitten's Viewpoint"
1. My life is likely to last 10-15 years. Any separation from you will be painful for me. Remember that before you get me.
2. Give me time to understand what you want from me.
3. Place your trust in me. It is crucial to my well being.
4. Don't be angry with me for long, and don't lock me up as punishment. Short time outs to help me learn are fine but not long times with no contact. You have your work, entertainment and friends. I have only you.
5. Talk to me sometimes. Even if I don't understand your words, I understand your voice.
6. Be aware that however you treat me, I'll never forget it.
7. Please don't hit me. I can't hit back, but I can bite and scratch and I really don't want to do that.
8. Before you scold me for being uncooperative, obstinate or lazy, ask yourself if something might be bothering me. Perhaps I'm not getting the right food, or I've been out in the sun too long, or my heart is getting old and weak.
9. Take care of me when I get old. You too will grow old.
10. Go with me on difficult journeys. Never say, "I can't bear to watch" or "Let it happen in my absence".
Everything is easier for me if you are there. Remember. I love you.
Thursday, 2 November 2006
Aella and Midget in the Garden of Good and Evil Butterflies
My friend Di painted this.
I'm immensely proud of her talent.
I own about 5-6 pieces of her art. I hope to own more in the coming months and years.
I've always wanted to collect a series of artworks, and I really love Di's work. It's colourful, which is a big thing for me and it's themes are animals - something else I love.
I highly recommend her stuff. She's got a gift this girl. And I am proud to say that I have known her since we were 13.
I'm immensely proud of her talent.
I own about 5-6 pieces of her art. I hope to own more in the coming months and years.
I've always wanted to collect a series of artworks, and I really love Di's work. It's colourful, which is a big thing for me and it's themes are animals - something else I love.
I highly recommend her stuff. She's got a gift this girl. And I am proud to say that I have known her since we were 13.
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