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I need to come out of my shell and just tell the truth about me.

I HATE christmas.

Nothing would suit me better than if it went the feck away and never came back.

Im tired of playing along, and I am sure I am not alone.

Im aware of hating it all year round, but when it comes close enough that plans have to be made - well - I just sort of spazz out.

Funnier still is that each year it seems to get worse....till here I am now...feeling backed in a corner and ready to bite anyone who comes near me and mentions it.

I mean, Im beyond mad about it, Im positively enraged by it.

I dont understand it myself. and I cant find a rational reason for it that is big enough to explain my way out of proportion reaction to it.

I dont want to deny my husband time with his family....but it just feels like Im betraying myself to continue to participate.

No one has to respond to this, I dont expect it and Im not inviting feedback - Im just getting it out there. Maybe others like me will appreciate the validation.

Why cant we just be good to each other and our fellow man all year round...without the need for cash and prizes?

Nearly drugged to death

...but almost free.

Another crock of shit: Mother's Day

It's the day before Australian Mother's Day, and I was out at the shops for bread and milk. Thats where I saw them all.

Half the people were out collecting cakes or wines for the lunch, or hauling enormous bouquets of flowers - cause they could think of nothing else. Probably all thinking:

"What the hell does she need that she
wouldnt have bought herself already?"

Then there was the other half. They were even less likeable. Walking around glowing in anticipation of tomorrows adulation. All most likely thinking:

"This year! This will be the year
that all my expectations will be met!"

And most of these are basking in their own beatific glow, as though by the virture of their issue surviving its birth, that they themselves are entitled a sense of accomplishment, and the ongoing worship of our species forever and ever.

For many women though, Mother's day is just the day they all rub your nose in it, publicly. Thinking, but not saying:

"My child survived, and grew! Therefore, I and my child
are superior to you. Now let me tell you about the birth again..."

The onslaught of which has only one rational response:

"As long as your child lives, mine is lucky not to."

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Another thing. If your mother does not feel loved and appreciated every day, then one of you is a total fuck up. Hard for me to say which from here.

I do not blame the surgeon

She did her job, and a damn good one too. Youd have hardly known Id had a lump removed from that breast. Too bad they have to go in again and get the rest of it.

Cause it wasn't what they 'thought' it was. And Im extraordinarily lucky that their 'thought' won't cost me my life. This time anyway.

Moral of the story is this: if you think there is something wrong, and your GP just keeps telling you to "not worry so much", GET ANOTHER OPINION - fast.

Oculus Sinister, Self Portrait

My Oculus Sinister.

I am blind in my left eye, but with it I see that which is hidden.


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The right eye is called Oculus Dexter.

Disturbing

Xmas Refugee Road Trip Trivia:

The only things open on Christmas Day:
MickeyD's
KFC
Composting Toilets


Holiday Road Toll 2008:

Un-identifiable Corpses - 17
Sheep/Lambs - 8
Wombat - 3
Possom - 2
Roo/Wallaby - 10
Lizard - 9
Turtle - 1
Fox - 7
Rabbit - 9
Bird - 17
Trailers with one wheel off - 3

Total: 86 dead in 1,231 Kilometres

In-store McSwill

And the way they were handling the milk, I expected us to be ill.

Drivethru McSwill

Everyones a Christian at Christmas...

...as long as there are gifts involved.

If everyone practiced what they preached all year long instead of applying a core belief system strategically in exchange for cash and prizes*...well, then Id have nothing to complain about.

That would be so cool.

But Christmas, means Christ-mass. Got that? CHRIST-MASS.

Not: Santa Worship Week.
Not: Annual Tree Slaughter.
Not: International Commerce Appreciation Interval.
Not: Financial Castration for the Purposes of Impressing Visiting Relatives Day.

I wish I knew the details for the pic Im using here, Im sure its Mary recieving the Holy Spirit, its beautiful. You might find it interesting that Mary was Jewish.

Personally, Im Atheist all the way. But I would defend your right to believe what you want to believe. I would hope that whatever your belief, that it contains universal ideals like being good to your fellow man, the earth, and all its creatures. Not beating each other over the head in conversion attempts, or blowing each other up in the name of Whomever....ah geeze, dont get me started!!

Just love one another for fux sake!

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* or land, money, power, what have you - history is full of examples, most of which should have served as cautionary tales to avoid making the same mistakes again, but (sigh).

Australian Turkey = EXORBITANT

5 Kilo for 61.98AUD Thats: 11 Pounds for 38.74USD or 26.00GBP

Why?


* Breast Buffe: Its just the breast on its bones. Bizarre!

Nothing against BBQd Lamb but...

...this is just wrong.

That is all, carry on.

Halloween, another outdated 'holiday' we cant get rid of because theres too much money to be made

Granted, no one can agree on what Halloween is really about anymore, or where it all began, or who started it. You can read a lot of authoritative sounding info out there. They all claim they hold the absolute truth about Halloween, but they are all equally as wrong and useless as the next.

The way I see it, it is essentially a HARVEST festival.

In Australia, October is SPRING.

So, whats it doing here?

But here it is. Along with so many other "American" money making machines (McDonalds, Big W, the ilk). I admitt, I was dissappointed to discover that the suburbs of Sydney are very much like the suburbs of Anywhere, USA.

I once asked a woman here in Sydney why she let her kids go trick or treating. She replied "Oh, you know, they see it on TV..."

Really? They see it on TV. Thats an interesting parenting technique.

I had to bite my lip really, really hard to avoid asking her the inevitable:
What else do they see on TV that you allow them to do?
Murder? Gang Rape? Base jumping? Soft-core p*rn?
Do you know youre a moron?

Obviously what they dont see on TV is the line up outside the local police station to get the goodies xrayed for sharp metal objects. Nor the school lectures on how to tell if your candy has been tampered with. They call it something like 'safety', but they should just get real and name it "How not to get maimed or killed by eating candy from strangers 101".

When it got this bad stateside, most sensible people stopped going to houses they didnt know who lived in. Parents or older siblings would chaperone younger ones from Aunties house across town to Grandmas and back again for a party at the community centre. (Where you likely still dont know anyone.)

All that sort of thing helps the young ones, thats true. But for other adults, it means a knock at the door you arent expecting, is likely to be trouble. Especially as evening becomes night.

Thats when you get the gangs of teenagers. Gangs of teenage boys who dont even bother with the pretense of a costume. You just know youd better give them some candy - alot of it - without saying a word.

Or else. Thats all. Or else.

VD, STD, MEMES

Same clap, different medium?

My Evil Twin Tagged me with the SEVEN THINGS ABOUT ME meme.

What seven things could anyone possibly want to know about me?

Cranky
Possibly justifiably
Inflexible - mentally AND physically. Damnnit.
Impatient
Intolerant
Insufficiently caffeinated
Hate all the neighbors

Pfffft! Im not tagging anybody.

Dont comment! No Body Should Comment! Tsk. Eye roll.

Goodbye Cruel World!

I have decided to eat a 800 gram box of bran, then lock myself in a small room with a box of matches.

Previously on this blog, I complained about developing diabetes. About two weeks after that, I finally got my chance to see a diabetes dietician, who explained to me how to control my blood glucose levels using the carbohydrate exchange system.

All well and good, a big adjustment to make, but well worth the effort. After all, who wants to go blind or start having toes off, right?

But for some reason today, all I want is chocolate covered cookies. Yes, yes, I could have ONE....but WHAT THE HELL GOOD IS ONE GONNA DO?

Can I get a witness?

GROSS AND DISGUSTING Sea Creature

OK, WHAT THE HELL IS THIS THING?

We 'caught' it in the freakin' ocean, we are not making this up.

Yes, it looks like all of those things - ITS SO GROSS!

I am never going to drop a line ever again!

Carpal Tunnel Syndrome Surgery Countdown

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(Yes, this means it will be up to one year before my number comes up and I get one hand done...after that I can go on the list for the other.)

Is there any other kind?

Guess again, Batman!

Yeah, its a minor thing, I realize that. So I got pear halves instead of the promised peach slices, I suppose I can survive it.

But damn, I hate Woolworths. Every week I look for more ways to spend less there. Every week I get closer too.

Quitting Smoking Gave Me Diabetes

Oh yes it did.

And you know what, Im sure that me dying of heart disease due to smoking would have cost the health care system a LOT less than keeping me alive with diabetes. I sure as shit would have been a lot more pleasant to be around through the whole process too.

So, all you anti-smoking nazis out there, the jokes on you! Not only do you not get all that juicy revenue that this ex-smoker provided (and for which you should be eternally grateful), but you will have me around longer to penalize you for your bitching about my smoking.

And before anyone gets on thier high horse and gives me the second hand smoke bullshit, there is something else you should consider:

Once I quit smoking, I found myself gagging on the smell of car exhaust everywhere I went....but can I walk up to everyone in a car and bitch at them about what they are making me breathe?

So if you want to try to lecture me, youd better be damn sure youre 'without sin' yourself.

Im Fixing a hole...

...where the rain gets in,

and stops my mind from wandering,

where it will go......

Still in that place Ive been where I just dont want to talk.

Its the wierdest damn thing, but there it is.