Thank you for the music

I go through my day with a non-stop soundtrack on repeat on the go in my head.

There is always music going on in there.

Sometimes it's a song, sometimes a tv ad, sometimes a radio jingle. 

Sometimes it's just one line repeated over, and over, and over.  Drives me batty.

See me walking?  You can be guaranteed I'm walking in time to the beat I've got on playback.

Did you spot that move?  Yes, I'm dancing to the funk.

Can you hear me?  No, that's cos i don't sound so good out-loud (but in my head, I could be Aretha).

Today, this is what has been on repeat.

This song goes off though the one in my head is the Rockwiz version - loud and rockin!

Dan Sultan is the bomb.  I went and saw Bran Nue Dae just to see him sing. 

Today I'm just glad it's not the Neighbours theme song.  That was the other day.  I don't watch Neighbours at all but somehow I know all the words to the theme song. 

That day, I could have killed someone.

Rockin Rods

Get your motor running
Head out on the highway
Looking for adventure
In whatever comes our way

Born to be wild!

Today the main street of town was taken over by about 150 Hot Rods for the Hot Rodders Hi Altitude Rod Run - Show n Shine (phew, what a mouthful!).

It rocked. 

There were fantastic cars, great music and dancing in the street. 

What a top Sunday.

The best part - when the Rods fired up their engines.  Aaahhhh the sound, the deep, rumbling, beefy sound....made me a little weak at the knees!  Now I'm not really a fan of hotted up cars, I prefer bikes, but I am always a sucker for a deep rumble whatever the source!

Here are some piccies so you can share the day.....

The band was The Song Dogz and they played from the back of a truck from 9am.  What a Sunday!

TGIF

Dear Friday,

Have I told you lately that I love you?
Have I told you there's no one else above you?
Fill my heart with gladness, take away all my sadness
Ease my troubles, that's what you do

I don't care if Monday's blue
Tuesday's grey and Wednesday too
Thursday i don't care about you
It's Friday i'm in love
 
Monday you can fall apart
Tuesday Wednesday break my heart
Thursday doesn't even start
It's Friday i'm in love

Saturday wait
And Sunday always comes too late
But Friday never hesitate...

I love you Friday. 

I love you so much I'm going to celebrate my ENORMOUS love for you by having a glass of wine. 

Right now. 

That's how much I love you.

Love always (forever and ever),

Me
xxxx



* no matter what time it is, it is 5 o'clock somewhere!

Ooh baby, baby

ooh baby baby, how was I supposed to know, that something wasn't right here....

 This morning I am looking after my adorable baby nephew for my SIL who has some chores to do and will get them done a whole lot quicker if she's flying solo. 

a few days old..little angel


He is my newest nephew and, at two months old, is good enough to eat (not that I would, but he is so squishable!).  He and I just had a 'discussion' over sleeptime - he was very vocal, proposed some well rounded arguments, however I won and he's currently out like a light, sleeping sweet baby dreams.

I am fortunate to have a sister and SIL who are happy to let me, and the LOML, be active in their children's lives.  Why is that so important?  Well, the LOML and I decided a number of years ago that having kids of our own wasn't something we wanted.

For a whole number of reasons (there's one to upset EVERYONE in the world I'm sure) we, as independent, mature adults came to the mutual decision not to have children.  For some reason, this seems to upset a lot of people.  And they can get quite nasty about it too.  So without going into the reasons (unless, you know, you want to be offended.....), here is an example of how conversations regarding our progeny (or lack of) have a tendency to go....

     Other:  How long have you been married?
     Me:  Coming up 8 years

     Other:  How many kids?
     Me:  None

     Other:  Give it time, you'll get there.
     Me:  No time needed, we're not having children.

     Other:  You'll change your mind.
     Me:  No.  We won't*.

     Other:  Don't leave it too late.
     Me:  Never too late.  Not having kids.

     Other:  You'll regret not having them.
     Me:  Always a possibility, but I doubt it.  I'm willing to take that risk.  I'd much rather get to the end of my life regretting not having children than regretting having them.

     Other:  But you have to have kids.
     Me:  Says who?

     Other:  But you're married...
     Me:  So? 

     Other:  Tha's just selfish.
     Me:  Yes.  Yes it is.

....and so on, and so on, and so on....you get the picture.

For our own reasons we are not having kids.  End of story. 

Not because we don't like kids - we do, we love kids.  Just not enough to have our own.



Thanks for your understanding and acceptance of our life choice. :)



*as always there is a footnote.....we, as mature adults, always reserve the right to change our mind, for our own reasons, without judgement from others.  Not that we will.  Just saying, you know, in case....

My magical escape

Don't cha know it's magic.  Oooh baby it's magic.

I've said it before, I'll say it again...I'm a reader.

Give me a good book and a comfy chair (optional - I can read ANYwhere) and you've lost me.  Don't bother talking to me cos I won't hear you (just ask the LOML).  Well, chances are I will hear you but just not when you are talking.  I'll respond about 5 minutes later when my brain computes what you've said.

I've always been a reader.  I remember being 6 or 7 years old and coming home from school after the mobile library had been (very small school - council library had a bus that would visit once a fortnight) with a PILE of books.  All read within days and then re-read numerous times before the bus came again.

Back then my books of choice were horse-related.  I loved horses.  Eventually I got my own horse Bobby and that just fanned the passion even more - when I wasn't riding I was reading!

What do I read now?  Magic.  Wizards and witches and demons and elves and lots of mystical happenings.  Now, even though I love reading magical fantasy novels, I don't go in for re-enactments or role-playing or computer games based on the books.  I just like to read. 
I also want to point out though that I've been reading 'magic' books (the book shops call them fantasy novels) LOOOONNNNGGG before Harry Potter came along and introduced a whole new generation to the escapism brought on by a good wizard fighting evil powers that want to take over the world.

Back to my story.....

The first book that turned me from horses to wands was this one.....

The book that started it all.  This is the 'New Revised Edition' I was given for my 16th birthday - I also have the original version of my first read.....

 A friend of my mum's had given her a book to read and she, not being that interested, put it into the crap cupboard (like the crap drawer but higher and a lot riskier to search through!) so she could forget about it.  I came home from high school and, in a moment of teenage nosiness, found it.  What started with a quick read of the first few pages to see what it was about (why is this book here? Where did it come from? Who does it belong to? How come I don't know about it?) ended 3 hours later when mum came home from work and found me sitting on the floor in the kitchen under the crap cupboard still totally absorbed and in another world.   And so it started......

I now have the whole collection of that series (and a new one has just been released!!! I am SO excited!!!) plus a heap more by different authors.  I read them all too.  The LOML can't understand that.  'But you know what is going to happen?  Why read it again?'. 

Because...... I can escape and be taken on an adventure even though I know the outcome.  I must admit I do read fast, very fast, and because of this I tend to skip sentences, sometimes paragraphs.  So by re-reading, I tend to pick up those missed bits ('wow, never read that bit before!').  I also love the characters and the storylines and the adventures......I love it all!

Right now I'm reading this one......

.....and I have to say (as I told the LOML last night) I can't actually remember reading it before.  Fancy that.  A book I've had for years, decades even, that I haven't read.   Jackpot! It's like finding $50 in the pocket of a jacket that hasn't been worn since last winter. 

This one is about number 4 in the series - I think I have two more to read after it......wonder if I've read them?  Can't wait now.....

What do you read?

Let's talk about sex....

...in the garden.

RELAX...not about me having sex in the garden - phew!!!

No, let me tell you about the vegetable sex that is currently going on out there in my yard.  Naughty stuff!  Truly outrageous! Ris-que!

To set the scene.....the sun is peeking out behind the clouds, the breeze is blowing gently rustling the leaves of orange trees in a glorious morning tune, the birds are tweeting, the bees are buzzing.....and the pumpkins are getting DO-WN with it (cue Barry White 'my darlin I, can't get enough of your love baby'). 

Well, with this sort of reproducing-enticing scenario, they should be all over it.....but they're not.  The male flowers are all out early, blooming and ready for action but the ladies, well let's just say they're just not that keen for it.  I don't know what's been going on this last week or two but all the female flowers have been withering on the stems - not a fruiting to be had. Very disappointing. 

So I took action. 

I got involved.

I joined in.  (GASP)

This morning, after I'd fed the chickens, I assisted in some pumpkin-rumpy-pumpy.

Once some 'ladeez' were spotted, I selected the healthiest (and best looking let's be honest) male to be seen and helped them get jiggy with it (eyes closed of course!).  Finger's crossed my 'intervention' sees some results.....

I must note that these pumpkins are survivors - they have come up on their own so I'm hoping they know what they are doing cos I wouldn't have planted them this close to autumn with the expectation of success.....will just have to wait and see.....

Beautiful Day

Today is a good day. 

Not for any particular reason other than the sun is shining and the birds are tweeting.

For a while there a number of years ago (before LOML) I was very sad.  Couldn't see the point of anything.  Spent most of my time when not at work curled up on my bed staring at the wall.  Or sleeping.  Or crying. 

Not good. 

Had I gone to a doctor I most likely would have been given a prescription for anti-depressants.  But I didn't.

Life seemed so unfair at the time.  I didn't know where I was going or how I was going to get there if I did by some miraculous turn of fate find out my direction.  I felt so alone in a big, bad world that was just chewing me up one day at a time.

Then I heard a song. 

A song that made that day, that moment in time, bearable. 

I heard it the next day too.  And the day after that.  Some days I heard it two, three times.  And the downhill slide slowly started to turn into an uphill struggle.

Eventually I won.  And life got better.  Better than I ever imagined it could possibly be.

I still hear the song every now and then.  It still makes me feel good.  I smile more and feel happier.  For no other reason than I heard the song.


What is the song you ask? 


Not a song you would probably think could make such a difference to a sad girl's life.  Not a song that would be listed in the Top 100 Uplifting Tunes of the Year list.  Not even a song that you might rush out to buy RIGHT NOW because it was a number 1 best seller and all the cool kids had it.

But its catchy melody and sing-along-cos-you-know-the-words lyrics made it a bit of a hit and if I told you what it was, I know you'd know the words too.  Chances are you'd also say that it makes you smile. 

A good song all round. 

A song to make today or any day better, prettier, more uplifting.

It's a beautiful day.