I speak to dead people…

I speak to dead people…

~~~ Heard a most interesting lady on the radio yesterday… She was all giggles and sounds just like your tannie next door. But this Tannie claims she can speak to ghosts, spirits..the dead. Or Should I say she claims that they speak to her with messages for us. Now I can hear you roll your eyes in your head. What has this Tannie been smoking, right? But I listened carefully to what she said, I kept an open mind.  And was super impressed. FOR THE RECORD: I do not believe in any of these spiritual / palm reading / card throwing / ouji board consulting hooha stuff. If guilty of anything it is that I may whisper love notes to my mommy in heaven, and say my prayers at night. But speaking to the dead to find out answers for the living.. this is not what I would...

Did it…

Did it…

~~~ I only know two people who enjoy the Monday, ONLY TWO! And in my personal opinion, they are certifiable! Who can honestly enjoy a day that is forced upon you with pending demands from Friday, the first day after a weekend that is too short and the one day that Murphy and all his evil kanonies come out and play?? *hands up* I know, madness right?? Of course, there will be bitching and moaning from me about how Monday has made me her bitch, I will groan as my phone jingles out a tune at 6am Monday morning – telling me that it is time to wake the boy for school. But the honest-to-goodness truth is that my alarm didn’t wake me. I was awake at least an hour before it was. The night before I am already prepping my ToDo list in my head. Looking forward...

Drugs, yes Pls!

Drugs, yes Pls!

~~~ You know there are times in life when you just want to crush your feelings until they are almost non existent.. You want to feel nothing.. You want to just be able to get on with the shit at hand and even have thoughts about how lucky Cybermen really are. What you want is just to throw all your cares out the window..stomp on the roof of your car and yell out for the whole world just to just fuck off. I feel like this at least 96% of the time. I am quite an emotional creature who feels it all. I carry pain, I laugh wildly and cry with many.. My anxiety makes it tougher. I expect the worst, my position is one of constant expectation, always waiting for the other shoe to drop. Life has been a cruel bitch to me, I am constantly being taught a lesson in...

Complimentary Nuts..

Complimentary Nuts..

~~~ So Yesterday was fraught with laughs, lies and loitering. I was stuck at court for the whole damn day to present testimony regarding a car accident I was involved in almost two years ago. It is quite annoying to have to do this but the insurance companies insisted on battling it out in court therefore I was dragged there kicking and screaming. Whilst there this happened: 1.  I discovered that both the attorneys and the Magistrate write down your testimony as it happens – so you have to talk reallllly slowly with many pauses between as they pen their fastest. 2.  I was reminded that not every -one knows Left from Right.. 3. My attorney refused to believe I am 40 and warned me that Perjury is a criminal offense ..lol! Flirt much? 4. I laughed and...

Shared Regrets…

Shared Regrets…

~~~ I have made many mistakes in life, enjoyed most of them..learnt valuable lessons from all of them. But if there is one thing in life that I regret the most, it is studies. Or the lack of it. Not just my lack of enthusiasm during school but my lack of attending University/College. Even though I went back years later and did several courses on Computer Technology, I feel regretful at not being a student at Uni and really just being a student of life. It was not easy doing studies part time while working odd jobs to pay for it PLUS still be a mom to two small boys, but as I was late in realizing the importance of education, studies and paperwork to back up that you have the knowledge. This was my price to pay. I keep telling my kids that there is plenty of time...

Babies are not Bandaids

Babies are not Bandaids

~~~ There are two men in my life whom I will remind often how they came from mommies vagina. The fact that I had C sections with both of them is not the point…. My boys  drive me crazy, they are insensitive idiots when they want to be, drive me fucken insane, the reason mommy drinks, and most of all, they are my reason for living, the sunshine in my day and I love them with all my heart and soul. It is important that I mention that I am no longer married to their father, with their dad winning asshole of the year for the last 40 years or so.. I felt it difficult to stay and remain intact. How I made it through in the beginning is a mystery to me. A lot of it was done with the help of my Mom. She was my sounding board for the really tough times. Even though...

Santa Shoebox Project 2014

Santa Shoebox Project 2014

~~~ When I was little, about 5 years old, Christmas was held on the rooftop of Flamingo Court with all the other underprivileged kids of the building. I was one of them. We were blessed by a local church outreach program and they handed out a pressie for each and every one of us. I treasured my Teddy with all my heart and soul for many many years, until it fell apart from all the love. I am not sure what happened to put us in that position all those years ago, because shortly afterwards we moved to a lovely house with dogs and a fence and and and. I am the youngest of too many kids and in hindsight  I think my parents were probably going through some tough times for a period back then. Here I am today, and that moment of kindness has stuck with me. So last year...