Twas a dark and scary night…
(wait for him to “download” fully) … Ok maybe not.. But hell this is scary all the same!! Thanks to Random Burblings for this great idea! Have you got any fun beanies to share?? If so drop your link in a comment so I can come sqwuizy a look see.. Be the first to like. Like Unlike Share...
… so this is the way it are…
I awoke at 4.30am to the shrill of the alarm clock..all three of them.. Demmit demmit demmit! Heard SexyG rustling next to me and considered the possibility of *playing possum until a more reasonable hour.. And then Sexy G returns with Coffee and Illegal perkiness.. What the hell is he so dem chipper about before the sparrows have even farted?? So I pull my dead body out of bed and proceed to get dressed.. The reason for all this early monring nastiness is this.. Sexy G is riding in the Karkloof Classic and its a two hour drive with a 8am start. he wasnt going to do it because he hurt his hip the other day but at the last minute decided to just downgrade his distance and go have some fun.. So off we go.. Yes, I dragged the boys outta bed too.. If I cant sleep in.....
Mommies boys…
I am constantly told how I am at a disadvantage for only having boys and not trying for a girl…. Apparently boys don’t meet with their moms for tea, visit regularly, are openly affectionate, take their Mom’s shopping or phone with the sole purpose of saying hello… There are exceptions to this rule, as with everything in life, and if I can convince at least one of them to be gay then I don’t have to suffer childbirth again in my quest for a girl to go shopping with… So how am I to deal with the apparent inevitability of being deserted by my boys once they have grown up and moved out?? Here are my options as I see them at present OPTION A Will I be a nagging, lonely mom, desperately clutching at my strong, independent sons,...
Thoughts out loud…
I’m being watched.. My every move monitored.. My every word captured.. Why me? What about me is so noteworthy and captivating?? Should I smile? Would he be aware of how nervous he makes me? I can feel his eyes move on me as I walk to the flat, as I switch on the kettle.. His eyes burning the back of my neck as I walk.. I pull my jersey abit tighter, and falter abit on the steps… Did he see that? Of course he did! He sees it all.. Makes notes of it all… The phone is ringing now.. I dont want to answer it.. It might be him.. He often phones.. Stays silent on the other end until the silence screams out at me and I put the phone down. I stand there.. in the kitchen.. aware of him.. aware that he isn’t far away.. Th odd thing about it is that...
A-Mid-st something…
So I went abit AWOL.. but things have been abit hectic around this side of the planet with having to contend with my brother on trial, end of month work piling up on my desk and all these ridiculous public holidays! But in an interesting twist I was chatting with a friend yesterday, ready to offload all my woes and whines when she lays one on me.. She asked what do I know about male menopause! I mean, What the heck? Why would I care? Men don’t deserve to get nice labels like Male Menopause anyway! We should call it what it is.. “Whining for tit”. They reach a certain age, wake up one morning notice that their is more hair on their pillow than their heads.. They get up and look in the mirror see what we all been seeing for awhile.. wrinkles and...
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