Pffft!!!

Mefinks that jadeblue44 is 'alledgely' a whacko family member of MenoMama who has joined BlogLand with another nouveau blogger called squirt35 who is alledgely MenoMama's younger brother.

Beware of these......people.....

If you know what I mean....

At the mo, it is most deffo Bedouin Soundclash's song 1259 Lullaby

*fans herself*

And you?

What music can get yer motor rolling?

I sit here, late at night, reading all my bloggity friends so very kind words of love, support and encouragement and how could I not press forward, if only to honor each and every one of you?

You are kind.

You are thoughtful.

You are supportive.

You are understanding.

You hold me close when I need you the most and yet, you let me fly high up in the sky when I need that as well.

The situations and trials that I am faced with each and every day is somehow easier to bear when I share with you lot.

Thank you.

...that is really easy to delete all your songs off yer iPod Nano when you think you are really updating your iPod Shuffle?

*shakes fist*

...that trimmed nails are loads easier to type with?

...that the tom tits can last 2 days in a row?

...that you shouldn't realllly parp in the tub when you have the tom tits?

...that this Sunday afternoon is begging for me to chuck a proper cider down my throat. That is before I start scarfing my wine.

Ta.

I cringe at the shite I post when I have consumed a wee bit of wine *referring to the Stasi post*.

I really don't feel like playing here today.

I am gonna do a quick roundabout on your blogs to see what you have been up to lately.

I want to sit in my living room surrounding by my animals, go for some walks and play some video games.

I am fine.

I just need some quiet time.

BTW, I am still coming to England as planned in November. You can't get rid of me that easy.

*huggles*

I have been watching the film "The Lives of Others" (German) and it takes place in 1984.

The Stasi (German secret police) are following ordinary people and I got to thinking as Cabernet's MenoMama's do.

I could so be an undercover cop thingy.

And, I would wanna carry a whip.

*purrs*

the scenario

Husband. Wife. Dual careers.

One gets a promotion which is outta town and must move to the new town. Commuting is not an option.

the question

Would you give up your career and move with your spouse thereby keeping the family under one roof?

the answer

I would. Without question.

I best be getting a big-ass allowance too!

Would you?

Okay, granted I act like a juvenile (mostly) and think like a hormonal, rash teenager (at times) and my body is that of a 47 year old woman man but this aging lark is truly bollocks.

I was not amused when my right boobee started hitting the floor before the left. I did not find it funny when my Garden of Eden became the Sahara Desert. And don't even get me started on the saggy, baggy belly business!

*breathes deeply and continues the rant*

I was a bit surprised when my hair became sprinkled with white and I did take to my bed for a week when the Garden of Eden had a few white hairs sprouting up and I must say I was gob-smacked when the white hairs began running across my eyebrows....

And those damn hot flashes!!!! Ke-rist!

*takes another breath*

BUT FOR FRICKING SAKES, DID I REALLY HAVE TO GET FAWKING CHIN HAIRS????

*collapses on the floor*

ARGH!!!!!!!!!!

*bleurgh*

Why do we eat more than we should at the 'All-You-Can-Eat Buffet'?

They really should be banned as I have no self-control when I pay a set amount for a bucket of food which is followed with more food and then even more food after that.

Gross.

Here's an idea!

How about we get foody monitors who scale back our food intake after we waddle up to the foody troughs, plunk enough food on two or three plates and scarper back to our table and the extra food be given to a food bank?

Or something.

It is just waaay too hard and seems to be too much to ask me to regulate my own damn self.

Hubby showed me a receipt for dinner when he was out and about last week and there was a Foreign Object Deduction of $8.95 US applied against the total charges.

Seems like this particular restaurant has felt the need to add this negative deduction to its bills as they have problems with foreign objects in the food.

Hubby had a fly in his drink.

*sniggers*

A good friend of mine, MenoMama *sniggers* told me that her kitty-kitty had a reddish, sore right eye which appeared to be causing the poor kitty-kitty intense discomfort.

Keep in mind that kitty-kitty is a Persian kitty-kitty and quite susceptible to eye infection thingys, so in order to nip the infection in the bud, MenoMama dug out her over-the-counter vaginitis cream *gags* and rub kitty-kitty's right eye with it.

Now MenoMama's hubby was horrified to learn about this and strongly suggested that she not do this again as it might harm the kitty-kitty!!

'Pfft to that!!' said MenoMama.

If it is good enuff for women to clear up nastyness in their Garden of Eden then it is good enuff for kitty-kitty!!!

Waddya know that less than 12 hours later, kitty-kitty's right eye is perfectly fine!

*nutter*

Every since I meet hubby, I feel I should trundle off to bed when he decides to go. I have no idea why I feel I must do that *coughs* but if he dares go before I am ready, the whinging that this MenoMama Cabernet does is truly juvenile.

If I decide to go to bed early, I don't care if he comes or not.

*nutter*

That got me thinking *cue alarm bells*

What do you do when your OH, partner, spouse, boyfriend, overnight guest (sexual or just a friend) decides that it is time for them to go to bed?

Do you go when they are ready or when you are dang well ready?

Curious minds wanna know.

How do you pronounce llwnt?

And....I could really use some new cuss words that do not sound like cuss words but if I uttered them here *points to across the pond* then, I could quietly scream them out let those words flow and NO one would be the wiser.

Fnaaarrrr!!!!!

Toodles. I'm off to eat some brekkie.

What the folks at the Marriage Tribunal thingy neglected to tell me was that even though the service to have your marriage annulled was 'free' *gags*...a donation of $1500.00 would be most gratefully be accepted.

*eek*

Mind, you can opt to break it down into 3 payments of $500.00 dontcha know?

And if you do NOT donate the $1500.00 that would in no way impact the service delivery and decision you get from the Marriage Tribunal?

*rolls eyes*

I have a question here for you lot....erm, did you hear my hubby screaming all the way over there?

*points to profile piccy*

What does a young, single man living in London do for excitement after work?

*sniggers*

Remember his role as the heroin addict in the movie Trainspotting?

Got it?

Okay then.

Remember when he quit heroin and his body responded by giving him projectile shits as he was no longer ingesting a binding agent?

Okay then.

Well...here I was yesterday, cleansed free of the pain killers I have been on and waddaya think happened to me all fricking day?

*wags finger*

Stop yer larfing!!!

I am of two minds when llwnts need to be dealt with. Some folks think they should name & shame them in a public forum. And yet, there are some folk who think that silence is golden and it is best not to do anything.

I don't know what is the better way.

I made the best damn dinner last night...

Homemade (natch)....

* paneer korma

* dal mahkani with fresh curry leaves that I bought in an Asian grocery store *divine*

* freshly grilled salmon, seasoned with salt, pepper, fresh lime juice

And in keeping with my namesake, I washed it downed with a 2005 Hardy's Shiraz, Cabernet Sauvignon from South Eastern Australia.

Damn, that was good.

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*thinks*

I would bet it is a cowardly foe simply because they are not secure or brave enough to leave their actual name and email address.

*smiles*

What a llwnt!!!!!!

And I really need it to be me to survive.

I find that when your comfort zone is snapped and you are spiraling into a deep, dark and yet familiar pit of moments from long ago, moments that you had buried deep within your inner core, my Gawd, you best be scrambling for those fucking branches before you hit the trees, for if you don't, you won't survive.

Know what I mean?