My bad
It's been some time since I wrote anything interesting. And it won't happen today either!! But! Here is a small uninteresting chunk of my life:
Sick of headaches/migraines, I choofed myself off to a Naturopath/Chiropractor yesterday that came highly recommended by my stepdaughter. Every bone I own made a noise! I go back next week to go through it again. Hope it works.
I was hopelessy horny today. You ever get those days when you absolutely positively have to have sex, come hell or high water? Well, that was me today. When I got home from work, my husband found out just how unsafe it is to deny that primal urge in me!!!!! It doesn't help that as we get older the males seem to lose the drive, while the females seem to revv it! It also doesn't help that my husband really really needs to have a viagra charm hidden under the bed emanating 'make love to your wife' vibes. Where can I find one? Anyway - itch scratched.
I have a 5 foot fish tank that needs decorating. I have the tank, the filter, the air stone, the light, and the water. Now I needs the fish and the plants. That's next on the agenda. I'm off to the Aquarium tomorrow to have a natter with the shoppie about what I can put in and what I can't. I need a plan. I need pretty fishes. Lotsa pretty fishes. Of course, I was allowed a tank for myself because he wants a tank too - though he wants to put Oscars in his. I want pretty fishes!!
We getting a new car! Matt's parents are gifting us money to get a new car. Well, a used new car. Better than the pile of junk we have. They are my favourite parents... No, really. They *are* my favourite parents.
The eye tatt is getting better. By that, I mean, that it's getting colour. It heals quite quickly, but it fades a bit. It usually only takes two appointments to get it done, but my eyes didn't take the colour at first. I've had four appoinments, and it's now kept the colour. I only have one more touch up and then it should be fine for about 8 years before needing another touch up. He was totally floored by the fact that my eyes didn't play to the same set of rules as the rest of the universe in his permanent makeup corner of vanity. So, this most recent attempt healed after about 3 days, and there is actually colour there. So. Once more should do it, and I'll wake up every morning as stunning as when I fell asleep. Wishful thinking. At least he didn't charge me any more to do it, but I'm sick of having the tattoo needle at my eyelids. Honestly. Why do we women do such things? I lie there on the table with this guy needling my eyelids and I think "What the fuck am I doing?" And then I get a brazilian and a full leg wax. And then bitch incessantly about period cramps! Oye me.
I might leave this post with one of my poems. Only a select handful of people ever get to see my poems. So you guys are privileged... :-)
THE COIN
I found a penny in the street,
Dulled with age and time.
It must have travelled far and wide,
Before fate made it mine.
I thought of where it must have gone,
Through many peoples' hands.
I thought of the people who held it close,
In its travels across this land.
And though we both lead different lives,
This coin reminded me
Of all the loves that I have had,
And the many hands that have held me.
And here am I, dulled with age,
Lonely yet again.
And I will be this coin's next love,
Then I'll pass it on again.
The coin I found was just like me,
And with this on my mind,
I put it back and left it there
For someone else to find.
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Written in 1987 by ME. One of those tender moments. If you aren't too pinged by this, let me know and I may even post another. I was pretty proud of them, but lacked the confidence to share them. I was reading them this afternoon, and decided it's about time I let them out. So you guys get first gander.
PS - The cyclone was a long way north of me. I haven't been blown away....
Sick of headaches/migraines, I choofed myself off to a Naturopath/Chiropractor yesterday that came highly recommended by my stepdaughter. Every bone I own made a noise! I go back next week to go through it again. Hope it works.
I was hopelessy horny today. You ever get those days when you absolutely positively have to have sex, come hell or high water? Well, that was me today. When I got home from work, my husband found out just how unsafe it is to deny that primal urge in me!!!!! It doesn't help that as we get older the males seem to lose the drive, while the females seem to revv it! It also doesn't help that my husband really really needs to have a viagra charm hidden under the bed emanating 'make love to your wife' vibes. Where can I find one? Anyway - itch scratched.
I have a 5 foot fish tank that needs decorating. I have the tank, the filter, the air stone, the light, and the water. Now I needs the fish and the plants. That's next on the agenda. I'm off to the Aquarium tomorrow to have a natter with the shoppie about what I can put in and what I can't. I need a plan. I need pretty fishes. Lotsa pretty fishes. Of course, I was allowed a tank for myself because he wants a tank too - though he wants to put Oscars in his. I want pretty fishes!!
We getting a new car! Matt's parents are gifting us money to get a new car. Well, a used new car. Better than the pile of junk we have. They are my favourite parents... No, really. They *are* my favourite parents.
The eye tatt is getting better. By that, I mean, that it's getting colour. It heals quite quickly, but it fades a bit. It usually only takes two appointments to get it done, but my eyes didn't take the colour at first. I've had four appoinments, and it's now kept the colour. I only have one more touch up and then it should be fine for about 8 years before needing another touch up. He was totally floored by the fact that my eyes didn't play to the same set of rules as the rest of the universe in his permanent makeup corner of vanity. So, this most recent attempt healed after about 3 days, and there is actually colour there. So. Once more should do it, and I'll wake up every morning as stunning as when I fell asleep. Wishful thinking. At least he didn't charge me any more to do it, but I'm sick of having the tattoo needle at my eyelids. Honestly. Why do we women do such things? I lie there on the table with this guy needling my eyelids and I think "What the fuck am I doing?" And then I get a brazilian and a full leg wax. And then bitch incessantly about period cramps! Oye me.
I might leave this post with one of my poems. Only a select handful of people ever get to see my poems. So you guys are privileged... :-)
THE COIN
I found a penny in the street,
Dulled with age and time.
It must have travelled far and wide,
Before fate made it mine.
I thought of where it must have gone,
Through many peoples' hands.
I thought of the people who held it close,
In its travels across this land.
And though we both lead different lives,
This coin reminded me
Of all the loves that I have had,
And the many hands that have held me.
And here am I, dulled with age,
Lonely yet again.
And I will be this coin's next love,
Then I'll pass it on again.
The coin I found was just like me,
And with this on my mind,
I put it back and left it there
For someone else to find.
====
Written in 1987 by ME. One of those tender moments. If you aren't too pinged by this, let me know and I may even post another. I was pretty proud of them, but lacked the confidence to share them. I was reading them this afternoon, and decided it's about time I let them out. So you guys get first gander.
PS - The cyclone was a long way north of me. I haven't been blown away....