Thursday, December 24, 2009
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Monday, December 7, 2009
The first one I dreamt about a flood. Surprise surprise it was the night I watched Titanic. Last night I dreamt that my ex (who was extremely abusive but who I haven't seen in 15 years) was chasing me. I was running and running but I couldn't move very fast and he had a whole gang with him. I was running uphill but the worse thing was that I had Mr 7 with me and he was going very slow. I had to keep dragging him. Then all of a sudden I also had an xbox under my arm (?) and I knew I couldn't drop it coz Mr 7 would be very upset but they were gaining on us and I was so scared of what they would do to Mr 7. What do you think? Is that because of Titanic too??? Stupid movie! I was so exhausted when I woke up as though I had been running in mud all night.
I'm off to bed now. Hopefully my brain is done with the Titanic...
Saturday, December 5, 2009
I get upset when they lock the lower class down below. Back then ladies were ladies. I would not only kick down that gate but I would then proceed to kick the arses of everyone who was on the other side! I like to think I am a lady most of the time but I can turn Buffy if someone is threatening my kids.
The sight of the Irish woman laying down to die with her kids and the baby floating in the water is more than I can bear. James Cameron knew what he was doing when he added those scenes.
Every disaster movie seems to have a part where people must swim under water for quite a while. I'm not a strong swimmer and I hate opening my eyes under water. I'm pretty sure I would get lost along the way and drown me and the kids.
And now I'm starting to realise why I don't sleep well at night..........
The TV has been playing a lot of Seinfeld episodes lately so I've been watching them while I'm doing all the boring stuff. I love Seinfeld. I wish it never ended but I'm glad it did before it got stale. I hate when TV shows do that. You can tell they're running out of ideas but they just keep going and going. I think Simpsons is one of these. I used to love the Simpsons but I haven't laughed at any of the new ones. I'd say they should quit while they're ahead but I think its too late. At least Seinfeld went out on a high note.
Tonights episode was the one where Jerry gets audited for donating to the Krakatoan Volcano Relief Fund (see how I capitalise each word as if it were a real thing). During the episode Elaine asks if the woman George is dating put Jerry's tax papers in a pocketbook or a handbag. It must have been a good 10 - 15 years since this show first aired but I have always wondered what is the difference? So to all you American bloggers out there could you please put me out of my misery and tell me what the difference is between a pocket book and a hangbag...
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Anyway, you know how I sometimes put in highs and lows of the day? Well I am going to number them and put them on the Things I Love/Things that Make me Happy list or the Things I Hate/Things That Piss Me Off list. But it has to be stuff that has happened to me that day, no past memories of things gone good or bad, only current stuff. On New Years Eve I am hoping that my happy list will outweigh my hate list. Fingers crossed.
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Catching perverts (see last post)
I've totally gone off Pepsi altogether and have been drinking heaps of water. I also have been going to the gym and have been rollerblading and running. Still have not seen any improvement on the scales though so I'm a little disheartened.
The exception to the above rule is I still have a Cherry Coke once a week during my weekly bubble bath. It's a nice little treat and the other day I discovered Cherry Pepsi so I'll be trying that next bubble bath.
- My star sign for the other day said that if it was getting to be too much I should move on. The next day it said it was a great day for my relationship. If I had followed the first day's advice I wouldn't have had a relationship to have a great day the next day!!!
- I discovered that Cherry Pepsi tastes exactly like Cherry Coke. Or maybe its because of my coughing and what not.
- Australians do say Oi. When I was asked this question I actually thought that I didn't say it but when I thought about it I realised that I do sometimes but its not in a 'Aussie Aussie Aussie oi oi oi' chanty way. Its more in an angry way like 'Oi, what do you think you're doing?' or 'Oi, get the hell off of there!'
- The other day when I went in for my Cherry Coke and Cherry Pepsi (I didn't want to play favourites) I saw Cherry 7-Up! I didn't even know they had it but apparently there is a new one to try.
- Rollerblading isn't harder than regular skating. You just have to get used to it. But I used to ice skate as well so it probably helped a little
- Amo, I had the Xanadu record too. Now I have it on i-tunes. It will always be a favourite.
- Waiting for love sucks big time. I'm no spring chicken and you start to wonder if it even exists at all. Are other people just settling? If they're not and they're all with the loves of their lives then where is mine? Its a conundrum. My mum used to say there is a lid for every pot. I'm still not sure if I'm the lid or the pot but lately I'm starting to think I'm a frying pan!
- Have just found out that I don't have a chest infection at all. Apparently it is my sinuses leaking into my chest. How utterly gross! I just keep coughing and coughing uncontrollably. It is horrible. I have gone through one set of antibiotics and am starting another lot tonight with some antihistimines thrown in for good measure. It keeps waking me up during the night so I have had no sleep for a week! I am one cranky girly!
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Friday, October 16, 2009
Monday, October 12, 2009
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Your lovescope for September 30, 2009 If you have been entertaining fantasies about meeting a certain dark, mysterious person, then your dreams may well come true today. You could find them in the most unlikely place - but once your eyes meet, you will know that this is it. This is the one you have been waiting for, and here they are, at last, right in front of you!
Can you say excited??? I actually let myself get carried away with this. Imagine a dark mysterious stranger who would turn out to be the one! It set off a whole myriad of fantasies. I imagined having someone in my life who I could talk to, depend on, have fun with. Someone who I could share secrets knowing they wouldn't laugh at me, someone who would think about me during the day, someone who would love me as much as I loved them. I looked out the whole day and the only men I saw were a teenager loading an unbelievable amount of alcohol into his boot and the guy who makes me feel worthless on a daily basis. I'm pretty sure someone who makes me cry all the time or a burgeoning alcoholic are not my 'the one'.
Alas it was not meant to be today. It was a crushing disappointment but I'm hoping he's out there somewhere and he won't wait until I'm too old to care.
In the meantime I'm thinking about bringing a lawsuit against the horoscope writers. How dare they get my hopes up like that!!!!!
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
But I must laugh at their naivete. In my neighbourhood that heavy machinery will either be gone or graffittied within an inch of its life by morning. And there's absolutely no way that witches hat will still be there. Some bogan will be proudly displaying it in their window. Might get up early to watch the reactions :)
On a lighter note, I thought I would share something funny that Mr 6 said. He still has a babyish voice so you have to imagine it said in that tone.
I had just woken up (via machinery) when Mr 6 knocked on my bedroom door. I knew he'd want me to do something so I just stayed quiet and pretended I was still asleep. There was a slight pause then I heard 'Stuff it. No-one's answering anyway'. Where does he get this stuff from? It made me laugh and laugh...
Have only been drinking one glass of Pepsi a day
Only had one glass of water today but that's still an improvement
Have been using a smaller plate and have cut down on my portions
So far so good! Will try to add some exercise tomorrow :)
Monday, September 28, 2009
I've been to the doctors about this before and was told to use nasal spray but my sinuses were actually fine for once. It was suggested that I may be dehydrated. Since I hate drinking water, am addicted to Pepsi and spent the whole night with the heater on high waking up in a puddle of sweat, I thought this may be a probability. So I drank some water, nearly electricuted myself plugging my heater into a burnt out point and passed out on my bed. I slept for hours and woke up feeling slightly better.
Until I found the note from the water company telling me (one day in advance) that they're going to be digging up my street for the next week to relay some pipes. Yay! I'll only be trapped inside my house for half the school holidays. I can feel the fun coming on already. But don't worry, the note says they'll be sure to tell me when they'll be blocking off my driveway so I can move my car. Move my car where exactly? Out into the street right next to their equipment and spraying asphalt?
Noisy kids, noisy equipment, noisy road workers and unexplained dizzy spells? I'm trying to be less negative but my life is sure making it hard :)
PS Thank you all so much for your supportive words. It means so much to me.
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Secondly I would like to apologise for all my whining and bitching over the last couple of weeks and for basically being a misery guts. I have had a chance to really re-evaluate my life over the last week and I have spent many hours berating myself. But I've also come up with some solutions so its not all bad.
My first decision was to stop. Stop what you say? Stop everything! Stop doing what I'm doing, stop feeling sorry for myself, stop being so lazy.....just stop. None of those things are working for me.
My second decision was to spend today writing a list of everything I want to do and have in the future...which I did. My next decision was to write it here, in front of you guys, to hold myself accountable for the actions I have to take for the changes I want to make. (Next action....stop pretending to be a poet)
I'm not going to list every goal I made right here right now. For one, it would take too long and for two, it would bore you to death and I need you all to be alive and well so I can be humiliated if I do something that is not congruent with achieving my goals. But each Sunday, I will write here a new goal for the week that I will have to have done by the next Sunday or else face all of you with my head hanging in shame.
First I am going to concentrate on my weight. It has been a problem for me for about 4 years now. I can't blame the kids. My youngest is 6 (do the math). It is all on me. The last few years have been particularly stressful for me and when I'm stressed I eat. My whole life I have been very skinny. I used to be teased in high school for how skinny I was. I didn't even put on a lot of weight when I was pregnant and snapped back into shape right after the births without dieting or exercising. I was blessed! I thought it would last forever. I didn't think it was possible to put on weight. But then it happened...I turned 30. Everything went downhill from there. So today I am finally taking charge! Especially because I keep hitting things with my hips....I'm obviously still a thin girl in a fat girls body because I still think I can fit through small spaces and today I almost knocked the new tv right off the table.
I wasn't going to admit to how much weight I had stacked on but one of my goals is to be braver so here goes.....I need to lose 20kg (44 pounds). OK now that I have confessed you can close your gaping mouths!
So here's how I'm starting:
1. Stop drinking Pepsi and start drinking water - I am a total Pepsi addict and I actually get a ripper headache if I stop drinking it for one day so I am going to be realistic and try to wean myself off it instead of going cold turkey and ending up in a bell tower popping off Coke drinkers. I am setting myself the goal of only one glass per day for this week. And I will drink 8 glasses of water a day.
2. Cut down my portion sizes - This week I will start eating from a smaller plate so I can cut down the amount I eat
OK so that's it. Hopefully I can keep that up for the week and I'll let you know how it went next Sunday (good or bad!)
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Monday, September 21, 2009
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
I didn't want to do another post about frustrating things but I need to get this off my chest. This was actually happening at the same time as the tv thing so it was doubly maddening. I was expecting a package that I needed by Thursday night. On Monday night I got an email saying there was a problem with it so I rang the package delivery service on Tuesday (I won't name names out of the kindness of my heart but it is a major delivery service in Australia, but not Australia Post). They said they don't deliver to post office boxes so I had to give them my home address. Not a problem. I gave it to them and asked when I could expect it. They said it will be delivered Thursday, which I thought was a little strange since their depot is only 20 minutes from my house, but no big deal, I was getting it Thursday and I was happy with that. So on Thursday I planned to stay home until the package came then take the tv back to the store. Best laid plans hey?
We have a big fence out the front with 2 gates, one the car goes through and one visitors can go through. You can't see through the fence so just to be sure I couldn't possibly miss the delivery guy, I opened one of the car gates and sat in the front room with the window open so if I didn't see him, I would hear him. I waited and waited. At 12:30pm I thought I would ring the depot and ask if they possibly knew the approximate arrival time. The guy tells me he's already been. I told him he hadn't. He tells me to go look in my letterbox to see if there is a card in there. I go outside and sure enough, there is the 'Sorry we missed you' card. I told the guy that I had been sitting at home waiting all day and he didn't even step onto my property. He has obviously parked the car where I couldn't see it, gotton out of his car and just stuck the card in my letterbox without even bothering to knock on the door! He told me he would get in touch with the driver and ask if he'll come back. He puts me on hold and when he finally comes back on he tells me the driver has agreed to come back and drop off my package. He'll be here by 3pm. I love the way the driver 'agreed' to come back. If he'd just knocked on the door in the first place and done his job he wouldn't have to come back.
So I sit and wait again. It gets to 3pm and he's still not here. At 3.30pm when he's still a no show and I am late picking up the kids, I ring the depot again. The chick tells me there is nothing written on the computer about my last call and the driver couldn't possibly come back as he has a set route. My package will be delivered tomorrow.
I was livid! Not only did this dingus take off with my package, the guy on the phone outright lied to me! I bet he didn't even speak to the driver at all. And his lie made me wait around all day for nothing!
I was so mad I rang the depot and asked for the complaints department. She says 'do you have a complaint with a driver or a delivery?' I said both. She says she'll put me through. Some guy answers and I said 'Is this the complaints department?' He goes 'it can be.' I said 'wow. A smartass. That explains a lot.' He asks me what the problem is. I start to tell him but I'm not more than 3 words into it when he cuts me off and says he'll take care of it. I asked him what he was going to take care of. He says he'll take care of my problem. I said how can you take care of my problem when you haven't even heard the story? He says 'ok tell me the story'. So I tell him what happened and he says 'I don't know what you expect me to do. I just work on the dock. I don't even have anything to do with international deliveries.' Aaargh! Why did the women ask me if I had a complaint with the driver or the delivery if she was just going to put me through to some random depot worker anyway???? I mean, would it have made any difference either way???
Luckily (or unluckily depending on how you look at it) he gives me a number to call to speak to the guy in charge of international deliveries. I ring him and repeat my story once again. He tells me I can drive down to the airport after 6pm and pick it up myself. Since I had a prior appointment after 6pm and due to the fact that I didn't relish an airport run to pick up a package I had already paid delivery on, I asked him why I should have to. He tells me its the only way I'm going to get my package today. I told him, fine, I will come and pick it up but he can refund me the money I paid for postage. He says to me 'you haven't been charged for delivery'. I said of course I've been charged for delivery, you don't work for free do you? He's silent for a few seconds as though he's trying to contemplate how he manages to earn a wage when nobody pays for the service. Then he says my supplier has paid the postage. I tell him that the supplier paid the postage because I paid it to them, that its included in the purchase price. I said to him 'when you buy a book from Amazon, you pay for postage. Amazon don't just send you the book out of the kindness of their hearts. They don't pay the postage for you'. Again he is dumbfounded for a while then tells me my package will be delivered tomorrow.
The next day I am overly excited because I so desperately want to have a chat with the driver. When he arrives (actually entering the property and knocking on the door this time - who would have thought a delivery driver could do that?) I asked him 'what happened yesterday?' (BTW I was very nice, not as narky on the outside as I felt on the inside) He acts like he doesn't know what I'm talking about. I said 'why didn't you come onto the property yesterday to deliver the parcel?' He tells me he wasn't the driver yesterday, that the driver called in sick this morning and he was called in at the last minute to take his place. I didn't know whether to believe him or not (after all they'd already outright lied to me). I'm not sure if the driver really was sick or if he just didn't have the guts to face me or if the driver from the day before was indeed standing in front of me right now and was just pretending he was a replacement because he was afraid I would cause a confrontation. I didn't know but I just took the package and went inside. I was too tired to argue anyway (I was going through the tv thing at the same time remember). Once again I get stuffed around and big business goes on as usual. Thanks big business...
I e-mailed the people who sent me the package to thank them. I thanked them for their helpfulness, the quality of the product and how fast they got it to me (apart from the delivery once it got to Australia of course). Then it hit me. I was just profusely thanking someone for doing the job I paid them to do! Not that they don't deserve a thankyou but when did this world become a place where doing your job became a reason to have your butt kissed? Its only noticeable because of how many people DON'T do their job.
People I am begging you. Please remember that you are not doing something for me because you think I'm fabulous. You actually get paid to do stuff for me. It is your job to do what I ask. And I am not being unreasonable with my demands. Just deliver my package when I pay you to. Don't lie to me and tell me someone is coming back when you know they're not. Why would you want to waste my time like that? When I ask for a Big Mac and a coke I would like a Big Mac and a coke, not a sprite and a chicken nugget. And is it too much to ask that the food be edible? Or that you don't sneeze on my burger? Or that its mildly warm? And once in a while, even though you may not feel like it, why not toss me a smile? I promise it won't hurt a bit. I wouldn't even think about treating you any other way.
I know this has been long and tiresome and it might not even seem like a big deal to you. But I was already stressed with the tv and Mr 16 causing me grief about school and Mr 6 being sick and everything else that has been going on and it just felt like one more thing that was sent to drive me crazy. But I feel so much better now that I have let it all out. Thanks bloggy friends. :)
Sunday, September 6, 2009
To Thankyou - considering my sister will go out and buy the exact same item that I do (no matter what it is) there is probably a little bit of jealousy involved there. I sometimes get the urge to buy crazy stupid ugly things just so she will put it in her house but I am yet to waste my money being so childish (although I'm not ruling it out for the future =) Its weird because I was always jealous of her because she had a much better relationship with our mum but who knows why people think the way they do?
4evernite - I am always apologising about something too! Even when its not my fault! Someone will barge into me and I apologise. Its nuts! I blame my mother for teaching me good manners but also giving me a guilt complex. It blends together to make sure I'm constantly saying sorry to people who don't deserve it. Even when I promise myself I'll never do it again! And you put me to shame by what you were reading.
Joey - Isla Fisher doesn't even live here anymore but I agree she is a cutie :) And you also put me to shame with what you were reading. Vonnegut? Please....
Amo - It wasn't a holiday weekend here in Australia. It was Fathers Day though. Hope you had a good one. You might be able to answer a question that has been plaguing me for years. Why can't you wear white after labour day?
Xazmin - I was going to tell you what the 5th line on page 161 of Gone With The Wind was but after searching the place upside down I am unable to find it. I'm sure one of the kids has done something to it so now I am in a stroppy mood.
Cashmere Librarian - good to know the bag will be well made. Its always a bit of a risk when you buy something from somewhere you've never purchased from before. I just hope the inept people who deliver parcels in Australia don't do any damage to it before I get it! Was it Newcastle where your neighbours were staying? I'm in South Australia which is about 16 hours away from Sydney.
Metropolitan Mum - My son is 16 but he is so not ready to be a daddy! Its amazing how he can actually physically have children and if he did, no-one would take it away from him. He can barely look after himself! There are lots of 16 year old mums around here where I live. I find it quite sad that they've just given up their own childhoods like that. It is so hard. I hope my kids wait as long as possible. We have so little childhood and so many many adult years. Shame to waste it.
Summer - you better be feeling better girly :)
Twenty something Momma - It made me so happy that you presumed I had to 'flip back' to page 161. I'd have been devastated if you'd have thought I wasn't that far along yet :)
I hope you all had a wonderful Labor Day weekend and I just wanted to let you know how much I appreciate your comments. I look forward to getting to know you all better =)
I know I've been off the radar for a few days. I desperately want to tell you about what happened in the last couple of days but promised myself I wouldn't post anything until I finished playing catch up with everyone else's blogs. However I have just received my first ever award! It was presented to me by the lovely Twenty-something Momma and since I am so excited that somebody has actually gone out of their way to bestow such a wonderful award onto me and since I have a Securities Analysis and Portfolio Management assignment due in this afternoon and it is making me pull my hair out, I thought this should be my number one priority.
Here are the rules for the Over the Top Award:
USE ONLY ONE WORD! It’s not as easy as you might think. Copy and change the answers to suit you and pass it on. It’s really hard to use only one-word answers.
1. Where is your cell phone? Jeans
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
The rules are:
Monday, August 31, 2009
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Aren't they too too adorable? I guess I'll be needing a cute passport cover soon too because I'm going to get to America or die trying. You can live on one kidney right?
I like nice. It's why I read blogs. If everyone turned mean and nasty I wouldn't come here anymore. I just don't want anyone to have to pretend their own opinions don't exist just to make everyone else happy. It stems from my insecurities of constantly letting people treat me like a doormat.
15 years ago I was in a check out line in a grocery store. This woman came up, stood right in front of me and started putting groceries on the conveyor belt. In these situations I never say anything but it always makes me mad and I stew about it for days so at this particular time I decided to be assertive and not let her get away with it. So I very politely said 'Excuse me, I think I was here first'. She turned around and very snappily said 'Well actually I was here first. This is my stuff'. She pointed at some items that were on the end of the belt that I hadn't even noticed. I was absolutely mortified. I embarrassingly apologised and stood there red faced hoping the world would open up and swallow me whole. I have not said a single word to anyone who I think has pushed in front of me since, even those who I know for absolute sure weren't there before me. In 15 years! I know, I'm a total coward.
My sister is worse though. She has way more friends than me. I know this because she is constantly rubbing it in my face as though this little fact somehow makes her better than me. But the reason she has more friends is that she has 'Please walk all over me' tattooed on her forehead (figuratively not literally although sometimes I wonder).
I am a good friend. I will listen to you cry about your latest break up. I will help you move even if its from the middle of nowhere to a 5th floor apartment. I will babysit your kids. I will invite you to all my parties and not ever expect a gift. I will lend you money. I will pick you up when your car has broken down or run out of petrol. I will do all these things for you but if you are never there for me when I need you, I will cut you from my life. I have better things to do than constantly be running around after selfish ungrateful prats who don't appreciate me.
My sister is the exact opposite. Her 'friends' are a bunch of users but she will never stop being friends with these people because she wants (needs!) the friend count on her Face Book page to be a higher number than mine. She has one friend who invites her shopping all the time....but only when she needs to purchase a large item (my sister owns a van and she does not). She has another friend who has moved houses 5 times in the last 2 years. Of course my sister has done all the heavy lifting each time but her friend was unavailable to help her out when she moved last year. She looks after the children of another friend on a regular basis but has never had the favour returned. Another of her friends invites her to all her parties...the ones where you have to buy something that is. Tupperware parties, lingerie parties, kids birthday parties, yes. New Years Eve parties and dinner parties, no.
And how do I know all this? Because everytime I see her she bitches and moans about the latest hurtful thing they've done. I'm not sure if she enjoys being a doormat or if she just likes to whinge. Maybe her need to be surrounded by people is greater than her need for a nice stress free life. Who knows? But these people have been invited over to dinner numerous times. I've never been invited once. She makes time to go out and do things with these people. I've never received an invitation although I've been rejected many times. She'll buy things for their kids, never mine. I think I might have some more cutting to do :)
Saturday, August 29, 2009
But it did get me thinking about replying to comments on my posts. My followers, being the absolutely brilliant and thought provoking writers that they are, often leave comments that I would like to reply to purely because they made me think. But I wasn't sure how I should go about it. I noticed that some people reply to their comments in their own comments section but I thought I have so much trouble keeping up with the original posts, I never go back and check to see if the blog owner actually wrote a reply to my comment so I'm guessing most of you don't either so then you wouldn't see it. Then I thought about posting a reply on your actual blog pages but it seems silly to reply to a comment you made on my blog by putting a comment on your blog about my post. Nobody would understand what I was talking about. So I am just going to write any comments I feel I need to share at the end of my actual posts. I figure you must be receiving my posts to be able to comment in the first place so then you'll actually see my replies.
Did any of that make sense to you at all? I'm sorry, I haven't been sleeping much lately and I'm not even making sense to myself.
Erin - I love you too! Don't get me started on the religious stuff. People act like I'm some sort of freak because I'm not religious. It matters not that I don't look down on them for being religious but they seem to think its ok to condemn me for my beliefs. Must be that good old Christian attitude I hear so much about. Be religious, don't be religious, its all good to me. I don't condemn although apparently I'm going to this thing they call hell. I just don't feel very religious when everyday I see children dying, suffering, being physically and sexually abused, being kept for 18 years in a backyard within a backyard (what the??) Thats just me.
4evernite - I was actually quite flattered when you said I was above you in higher education and self dependence because that is everything I crave to be. I let things hold me back too though. I hold on to certain horrible things from my past which causes me to live in fear in certain situations. Its not good and I'm trying to overcome it. I recently bought a book called The Essential Laws of Fearless Living but I'm too afraid to read it. Ha ha. That last part was actually a joke, I just haven't got around to reading it because I've been reading all these fabulous blogs!
Friday, August 28, 2009
But I digress...
While those are all stories in themselves (quite a few actually), I actually wanted to talk about why I feel out of place here.
I haved lived here (or in areas surrounding here) for 14 years now and I am still yet to meet anyone who is even vaguely like me. For starters there are an awful lot of elderly people. There seems to be a new old age home being built every day. All the women want to do is talk about their medical ailments and put their pensions into the pokie (slot) machines. All the elderly men spend their day in the pub, drinking beer and putting their pensions into the pokies. I don't drink or gamble and I like to keep my medical problems to myself so score 0 for having anything in common with them.
Then we have the bogans whose uniform is tight black jeans, flannelette shirt and of course, your standard goatee. While flannelette shirts are comfy in bed at night, I can't grow enough facial hair for a small moustache let alone a full blown goatee. I also don't like car parts on my lawn or sitting on a ratty old sofa on my front porch making lewd comments to everyone who walks past wearing a skirt. I also have all of my own teeth. So score 0 on the compatibility scale.
Then we have the young mums. Now of course not all young mums are the same. I'm sure plenty work or go to school and they look after their children just fine. I just haven't seen any around here. Now we do have kids in common. Unfortunately I'm not too fond of dropping my kids off to anyone who will take them while I dress like a whore and go clubbing and cracking onto other people's boyfriends. Its just not me. Compatibility score : 0
We also have a lot of single mums around here. I am a single mum. You would think this would be the perfect category for me. And believe me I have tried to get along with this crowd. But all they want to do is talk about their kids and smoke. 'So read any good books lately?' 'No but little Johnny read his first book the other day. The Little Engine That Could. Isn't that just precious?' ** Puff puff ** How about movies? 'No but we were approached by a talent scout the other day that said Little Johnny was just born to be in the movies. He gets his looks from me. Isn't he adorable?' ** Puff puff ** Any prospect of anything exciting happening to you at all in the foreseeable future? 'No, its all about Little Johnny and what Little Johnny wants. I have absolutely no bloody identity of my own!!!!' ** Puff puff ** Grrrr.... I love my kids like crazy but I also like when they are at school and I have hobbies and other interests to fill up my life. And I don't want to bore other people with the little things that my kids do that are too adorable to me but aren't really of any interest to other people. And I don't smoke so there's another zero.
Lastly, we have the mothers of my kids friends. My kids go to private school in the next suburb over and most of the mothers live there. For some reason they think their suburb is Beverly Hills and my suburb is Beirut. The houses there are only around $50,000 more than mine but they don't have any back yards. They are all squished in there on top of each other. I like my big backyard even though I am often too busy to mow the lawn. My kids like the big backyard too. They earn about the same as me but I don't spend my money on big flashy things. I don't have a credit card, I don't hire purchase anything. I like to go to sleep at night feeling good that I am not in debt. They are in it up to their eyeballs with the house and the school and the new cars and their kids walking around with the latest mobile phones. It's all a big charade...I know it, they know it. One of them loses their job and they lose the lot. But they look down their nose at me because my car isn't as new as theirs or I didn't go as far away on my last holiday. One of these woman (that I know of, there are probably more) has her 9 and 10 year old daughters walk home by themselves everyday to an empty house. How do I know this? Because they make it known to everyone within earshot. One actually rang me yesterday and asked if she could come to my house after school because she was going to be alone in the house and was scared. She did this on a mobile phone in front of the school with untold amounts of people walking past her. I only hope that a paedophile doesn't walk within earshot and follow her home one day. I might not have a fancy car or a house in their suburb but I pick my kids up from school everyday and I'm able to answer the phone without screening for debt collectors. So obviously I have nothing in common with them either.
I used to think that there was no-one like me. Until I started reading blogs. I no longer feel alone. There are several blogs that I read that make me think 'why are you writing about my life/the way I feel/what happened to me/what I think and believe?' I hope that I can meet some of them in person one day so I'll finally get to know what it feels like to understand someone and have them understand me. I just hope that if I do meet them, I don't end up disliking them because they're too much like me. What would that say about me????