Basically, yes, it is all about me. That is what this blog is intended for. For me to write, and write and write and write and post silly photos and phots I love and thoughts I have and ideas that come to me and what ever else takes my fancy. So if you are reading this and you are not me, then beware! There will be raw and unadulterated bits of my soul in here and rather than be offended by them, perhaps you could feel honoured that you are one of the few people who gets to know the real spark that conceived me, that is me, that allows me to live and breath in this rather pudgy human form.
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Contrary to my husband's suspicions, I'm not a furniture removalist, I just like to keep the energy in my house flowing, so I may shift things around occasionally (oh alright...... fairly regularly).
Luckily my children are still quite malleable creatures and can deal with things turning up somewhere new - matter of fact I think they perfected the art! I try not to do the nagging mother routine too much after I have re-ordered our existence, you know, the 'put that back where it belongs' kind of whine, because the 'where it belongs' may have suddenly shifted in the space-time continuum, and they are only little after all.
You would think that after all these years though, the one person who (claims to) know me better than anyone else would be in sync with my re-energizing ways and be able to 'find stuff' quite easily, but no. I think that the minute something is not where it 'should be' (read - where it was put down last time), the man-eyes focus and no amount of spectacle wiping, brow furrowing or cranky expletives will provide any logical insight as to where that article could possibly be 'hiding'.
In my husband's defense I would have to say that he is not alone. Many a time I have heard my own father, friend's partners and countless teenage boys exclaim that things 'just seem to disappear around here'.
Well male folk, I am here to tell you that things DON'T 'just disappear', someone in your house actually takes the time to put those things 'where they belong' and if you can't use enough common sense to work out where that might logically be, then you don't deserve to have whatever it is. And if it happens to be in a different place than it was last time that is probably because the place it was last in wasn't working for who ever it is that puts your things away when you couldn't be bothered/were too busy/thought you'd use it again blah, blah, blah. That person (your wife, Mum, girlfriend, sister etc) probably got sick of looking at your 'stuff' and sick of asking YOU to put it away, so they made a new spot for it where perhaps the earth's energetic forces might allow 'it' to flow peacefully in and out of its resting place when ever necessary.
(PS - that bit about being in my husband's defense, it wasn't at all, but it did make it sound like I was sticking up for him because man-eyes or not, he did at one stage suggest putting castors on all of our furniture, Bless Him!)
Luckily my children are still quite malleable creatures and can deal with things turning up somewhere new - matter of fact I think they perfected the art! I try not to do the nagging mother routine too much after I have re-ordered our existence, you know, the 'put that back where it belongs' kind of whine, because the 'where it belongs' may have suddenly shifted in the space-time continuum, and they are only little after all.
You would think that after all these years though, the one person who (claims to) know me better than anyone else would be in sync with my re-energizing ways and be able to 'find stuff' quite easily, but no. I think that the minute something is not where it 'should be' (read - where it was put down last time), the man-eyes focus and no amount of spectacle wiping, brow furrowing or cranky expletives will provide any logical insight as to where that article could possibly be 'hiding'.
In my husband's defense I would have to say that he is not alone. Many a time I have heard my own father, friend's partners and countless teenage boys exclaim that things 'just seem to disappear around here'.
Well male folk, I am here to tell you that things DON'T 'just disappear', someone in your house actually takes the time to put those things 'where they belong' and if you can't use enough common sense to work out where that might logically be, then you don't deserve to have whatever it is. And if it happens to be in a different place than it was last time that is probably because the place it was last in wasn't working for who ever it is that puts your things away when you couldn't be bothered/were too busy/thought you'd use it again blah, blah, blah. That person (your wife, Mum, girlfriend, sister etc) probably got sick of looking at your 'stuff' and sick of asking YOU to put it away, so they made a new spot for it where perhaps the earth's energetic forces might allow 'it' to flow peacefully in and out of its resting place when ever necessary.
(PS - that bit about being in my husband's defense, it wasn't at all, but it did make it sound like I was sticking up for him because man-eyes or not, he did at one stage suggest putting castors on all of our furniture, Bless Him!)
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I rearranged the lounge this week myself! Hmmm... castors, now there's an idea.
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