tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29923976645126893432024-03-17T11:38:51.812+11:00Dating A HunchbackThe art of dating when you are in your 40’s is a perilous, soul destroying mission. I blame my misfortune with men on the 'fairy tale factor'... That never ending belief that love conquers all and that one day a prince will come.
Reality isn't even close to the fairy tale. Especially when the prince doesn’t just come with baggage – he comes with a bitter, money grubbing ex-wife clinging to his back like a hump.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger840125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2992397664512689343.post-34498352069090032322024-03-17T11:35:00.006+11:002024-03-17T11:38:19.168+11:00A Week... In My lifeYou guessed it. This will be the shortest blog ever :)We worked all week... I limped around a lot. Why? Well my Neuro suggested that stretching or bending could increase the size of the disc spaces in my spine, there by alleviating the strangulation of my spinal column. I mean it made sense; at the supermarket I bend over and lean on the trolley, not realising that was what I was doing!&Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2992397664512689343.post-16249196630416130152024-03-11T12:39:00.005+11:002024-03-11T14:31:28.698+11:00Last day of the mini break...Mini breaks are so good at the start of them; not so good at the finish line. It's 41 degrees celcius here again today. 3 days of 40+ and I'm hiding in my house, air conditioner blasting - like a vampire. I can't let the sun touch me, because it is like being submerged in battery acid.We went out for breakfast and it was nice under cover, but as soon as I went in the sunlight; I Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2992397664512689343.post-5650680126127405742024-03-10T10:21:00.005+11:002024-03-10T14:09:38.395+11:00A day of relaxation...It's too hot to do anything else other than relax. We could do television but its only 10am. I've cleaned up so my day, in effect, is over until 3pm. Then I have to pick up my mother and my other son and his fiance come over for roast lamb. Okay; a roast in this incredible heat probably wasn't a great idea... I think we might do it Greek and then just do a huge souvalaki mix... which would be Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2992397664512689343.post-33631201404554259112024-03-09T22:06:00.003+11:002024-03-09T22:07:55.383+11:00Oh My God....It has been a balmy 41 degrees Celsius today; which in the old measurement, is 105.8 degrees Fahrenheit. In other words, it was freaking hot; which is weird for March. Back when I was a kid it used to be summer in November and December. Now it feels as though summer is getting later and later.My car continues to do weird things; the air conditioning didn't work for some of the time and the Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2992397664512689343.post-36257828776011355212024-03-08T18:26:00.002+11:002024-03-08T18:30:06.690+11:00Boy... I'm just going to go with the flow...Feeling like crap again, but that is the normal these days... The world goes on... Today I did nothing really. Got dressed, went and got my toe nails done because when you feel like crap, its a way of making a little dent in everything in your life that's horrid. I
bought a new Mazda; I picked it up last weekend. I love it (I loved my
old one too) but this is like driving a cloud. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2992397664512689343.post-55730130587004495842024-03-07T18:15:00.008+11:002024-03-07T21:24:06.152+11:00Perhaps I'm finally ready...My blog sits here doing nothing… perhaps I’m ready to
start it again… After years of wandering
in normalcy! Being a ‘partner’. Going to work. Doing housework. Yep; you
guessed it. I’ve become boring. Mundane is my middle name. Colourless is my
description. Where once I used to get glances from men (which put a little zing
in my step); now they don’t even see me. They may as well shout it atUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2992397664512689343.post-87556169272315565622024-03-06T10:43:00.001+11:002024-03-06T10:43:24.132+11:00I feel like shit...I'll admit, after years of religiously blogging; I've taken a huge leap into the unknown... I find I don't care about much anymore, so its hard to blog about something when you don't feel passion about anything!I'm here, living my life. The Moodle is with me, but I even sense I'm not really doing it for him either; he's just going through the motions. It is hard to feel a great Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2992397664512689343.post-85300728192488237262023-04-01T16:07:00.002+11:002023-04-01T16:07:26.296+11:00Clean! Clean!The Squeeze likes to say that I'm a clean freak... In fact, I'm just not a pig. Unlike him who leaves his socks of the floor and he does this weird thing with his jeans (it looks like a just disappeared as opposed to being a pig - even his belt is still in them...) - I'm clean. I don't think clean freak is the reality.But I do enjoy it! I've cleaned the house and it looks gleaming! It will Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2992397664512689343.post-80694726303598688602023-03-21T10:41:00.001+11:002023-03-21T10:41:37.443+11:00Working... sigh...So I've had a couple of weeks of doing nothing (except cleaning; my house is sparkling!) but now that has to stop and I have to get back into work... They rang this morning so it looks like I'll be working for another couple of months. I actually don't mind the uncertainty. Something always seems to land on me to get me by for another couple of months.All I can say is I must have changed. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2992397664512689343.post-67998495726126168072023-03-16T10:46:00.003+11:002023-03-16T10:49:30.014+11:00Influence this...Why "influencers". Haven't we got the brains to work out what is good for us? Or do we have to be told by a bunch of fake boobed skinny bitches who don't move from the bedroom without a face full on and their hair done...? What does it even involve as a job? To Influence... I guess it means even if they think the brand is shit, they'll still push it out to the plebs... Sadly, a lot of us are Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2992397664512689343.post-70379128319989304162023-03-15T21:25:00.002+11:002023-03-16T10:53:52.117+11:00Work; who the hell invented that..?It never ceases to amaze me, the work thing. I have worked my whole life; including when I had kids; in fact I worked until 2 weeks to go with my daughter, not bad when you consider I was 3 weeks late (I know; it wouldn't happen today!! And you have to sleep them on their backs - which was frowned upon back when my kids were babies!But... I'm still there. Still have to work! I'm taking a little Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2992397664512689343.post-59998734280598925892023-03-15T12:48:00.002+11:002023-03-16T10:56:56.731+11:00Mad cat people...Okay... This blog was designed to be my venting arena. Hell, who wouldn't need one with the Squeeze and the Harridan! But shit happens. We have dumped each other; gone back out together. Moved cities. Bought a house, in which live the four cats...I come out in the morning and he is feeding them, all four at the one time up on the bench (I'd have freaked at that a couple of years ago; now I just Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2992397664512689343.post-2970049358722335722023-03-12T13:07:00.003+11:002023-03-16T11:02:36.342+11:00Cleaning out my closet...Not really; Not that it doesn't need doing! But we are cleaning out the garage :( which is in a hell of a mess with 4 cats and a dog. Why 4 cats you ask? Buggered if I know. The Squeeze thought it would be a good idea so they just kind of grew. We are NOT getting another one; of that you can be assured.They all have their own personalities. Unlike Sharpie who adores us and his happy place is Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2992397664512689343.post-56721431967176339942023-03-05T14:34:00.001+11:002023-03-05T14:34:07.962+11:00More days spin by...It is amazing how quickly the year is spinning by. Only last week it seemed I was 50; but of course, then reality switches on and I realise I'm almost Methuselah. Where once there was supple skin, now there are wrinkles - it sucks. It doesn't suck as much as my mother who has advanced Alzheimer's disease. My son and daughter-in-law who recently split up, my mother forgets and every day I call herUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2992397664512689343.post-15332487359597551142023-03-02T13:57:00.001+11:002023-03-02T13:58:47.434+11:00Scales. Blasted things.I got out the scales this morning; which are tucked away in the bathroom because I'm so fat that I didn't want to look at them. I feel like that Micheline Man (which of course is an exaggeration). But when I got the scales out last time, I was so horrified that I put them away where I wouldn't be reminded all the time.Realty Check: of course there are several things at play here:These are a new Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2992397664512689343.post-76004159476437557932023-02-25T20:34:00.002+11:002023-02-26T09:02:01.748+11:00Blogging…I
keep attempting to start my blog and then keep it going. It never quite works
that way… damn it.
I remember in my blogs heyday, that euphoric sense of achievement - and without
any real effort on my part. I used to spend 10 minutes a day and my romance (or
lack there of) would always, without doubt, give me fodder to work with! Of
course I could type faster than I could think back then and soUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2992397664512689343.post-16299937870407519802023-02-22T11:45:00.001+11:002023-02-23T13:04:53.492+11:00The DamageI decided I'd put a short story up for people to read. It is about me, but 'me. prior to brain damage'... Reading such soul destroying heartache made me remember back to that time (thinking on it, I'd rather be staked to an ants nest than go back to!). Instead, I can look about at my life now. Yeah, I could loose a few pounds but looking back I don't think there was ever a time that I Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2992397664512689343.post-3087372497066925502023-02-20T09:41:00.001+11:002023-02-20T09:41:33.862+11:00It sucks getting old...You go to bed one night at about age 5, and wake up and you're 60. Where has life gone? It seems to have taken forever when I was young to await some birthday or Christmas. These days, I shudder in horror as another year passes. Unless I'm getting senile (which odds are I could be with my brain damage lol)Suddenly life seems slower. Things don't matter as much as they once did, where I would wantUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2992397664512689343.post-38689447272017040172023-02-19T12:21:00.000+11:002023-02-19T12:21:15.919+11:00Romance. What the Hell is that..?Ok; you probably don't remember but I started this blog to outline my life of romance; or lack there of. I've been out with some absolute doozies over the years, I couldn't even document them all but I can skip to the highlights! There was 'Yankie Doodle Dandy"; an American that I imported when we first discovered the internet meant that my dating pond went to an ocean of people I had never Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2992397664512689343.post-57754108109803798892023-02-18T12:55:00.000+11:002023-02-18T12:55:17.078+11:00Wonder how I ever found the time...As the years fly by, I wonder how I ever found the time to sit down and blog. Back in 2010-2011 it was almost a religion and I'd sit and just let my thoughts pour from my fingers. They were always funny and lengthy to boot and I effortlessly found something interesting to blog about.I could always rely on the Squeeze to do something outlandish and give me the shock factor to work with, but these Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2992397664512689343.post-45832736324996302052023-02-15T13:30:00.004+11:002023-02-15T13:40:41.541+11:00Today. Hump Day.Well I guess it would be if I was at work...This is week two of not working; I've decided to embrace it. The house needs a good clean, the garden too. Which basically means all my time spent in this enforced hiatus, is spent cleaning and going to doctor's appointments! So I guess this kind of falls into both the Plus and Minus (house is spotless - plus; all my time is spent on house/garden Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2992397664512689343.post-65976798955751498922023-02-14T15:33:00.003+11:002023-02-14T15:33:33.063+11:00Life Going from Plus to Minus...It's funny how life seems to run backwards. For all intents and purposes, I'm actually getting younger! Every week! The countdown is on until I've the mentality of a little kid! (trust me, I know, I just went out to visit my mother who is 85 and living in aged care - much to her dislike!) and we had the same conversations that we did last week, and the week before... The beauty of it for her is Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2992397664512689343.post-32491731629717907142023-02-12T12:37:00.001+11:002023-02-12T12:37:42.710+11:00Life is serendipitous; in a weird wayAs life whizzes by (I'm 60 now - wtf?) I'm only left to wonder if everything happens for a reason, or if life is a boundless journey of serendipity! I mean I've experienced the normal person's life's 'up's and down's'; more than most I'd say but still, at least I feel like the pendulum has swung in my favor more often than not.So; in the minus column, we have my brain damage. That's a Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2992397664512689343.post-74512574555537170472022-07-06T18:19:00.001+10:002022-07-06T18:19:51.254+10:00Sitting here; listening…I find the office banter boring. I’m sitting in a cold break room, freezing my buns off all to the sound of people whining about work. In reality they should just be enjoying the downtime. I am. This is the reality of my life. Boring. Mundane. The same. And I like it. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2992397664512689343.post-55558601456078396732022-07-01T20:12:00.003+10:002022-07-01T20:15:59.000+10:00Friday night. At work. I love Friday night; or I used to. I’d leave work about 4.30, go the 10 minutes down the highway to Oakleigh and be home! Oh I used to love it. My house was as sharp as a razor; showroom cleanliness! But of course I had no animals then; let alone the dog and 3 cats we have now!Depends what was going on but generally, about 4.45 I’d have a glass of red in hand and be mooching around the kitchen, Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0