Who Is This Gina Ford? She Is Obviously Unbalanced..

Those of you who know me also know I don't live in England (although I did at one stage!) so have never heard of this Ford woman.  She sounds like a complete moron, to be honest.

She is described in the Mail Online as "Britain’s most popular childcare writer" - which has me baffled and stunned, as according to the article she has never had children?   How on earth can anyone write about child care when they have never been a parent?   It's beyond me how she can be the most popular, particularly in light of what appears to be her latest effort at advising mothers of a new baby.

According to her, "women should show sexual interest in their man four to six weeks after having a baby".... even if you don't feel like it!   She must be from some other planet I think.  Whatever happened to new mums being advised to refrain from sexual relations until six weeks, at least, after the birth of their baby?
 
This Gina dame is quite insulting towards men - she seems to think that your man will lose interest and trot off somewhere else for the odd bit of nooky if you don't come across asap.  Never mind that you are both overwhelmed, exhausted, shell-shocked,  and generally struggling through the toughest time you have experienced as a couple.  Especially if mum has been through a traumatic birth experience, is stitched from here to there and back again, has had a c-section, is still bleeding,  or is just plain still horribly sore from the birth.

She actually advises that sometimes "you may just have to grin and bear it"......what?  That is sure the way to stop your partner from feeling 'emotionally closed out' - come on you stupid woman, do you have any brains at all?   Do you honestly believe that our men want us to go along with 'sex'  just for the sake of their 'needs' ???   Where the hell is the intimacy and emotional closeness in that?   What, lie back and think of England?    Think about what colour to paint the ceiling?  Meanwhile trying not to shriek because it hurts so much, and your breasts leaking all over the shop, and the baby screaming in the crib next to the bed?

How unreal is her advice?   I am frankly appalled that anyone could write such complete drivel, and then even more appalled to read that she has "made millions from her childcare manuals" - now I really really would love to know who has paid for advice from this idiot?  And now this advice from a new book she has apparently written, laughing all the way to the bank, whilst merrily wrecking people's lives.  Never mind the extra, unwanted pressure she happily puts on new mothers - as if they needed extra stresses at this time.  You want an extra guilt trip?  Buy this idiot woman's book.

This woman is a troll, pure and simple, and she is taking the mickey out of anyone who is foolish enough to fork over hard-earned money for anything she has written.  She obviously has the lowest opinion of men, and is extraordinarily ill-advised about what a breast-feeding mum can and cannot drink  -  one of her tips  -  "getting in the mood by drinking wine".  So in other words you feel so unwilling and unable that you will need to get drunk and let your partner use you like a prostitute?

That is healthy, is it not?  Really good for your relationship.  I noted also that :

Miss Ford has been criticised for her views, such as those in 1999’s The Contented Little Baby Book, which urges new mothers to let their babies cry themselves to sleep via her ‘controlled crying’ technique. The most controversial tips in her new book come from mothers who have contributed to the forums on her website, Contentedbaby.com. 
 
Oh my, oh my - so any mother, whether she is knowledgeable or not, whether her parenting methods are poor or not, has been quoted in her book - as some sort of expert one assumes.  How bloody dangerous is that?   And the controlled crying thing?  Everyone (I hope) knows I do NOT and never will agree with this.  And now?  There is extremely credible information published, about how the danger of letting a baby cry it out at night.  Leaving an infant to feel alone, abandoned, insecure and desperate creates unnecessary hormone surges, which can greatly affect them for the  rest of their lives, and also affect  how they deal with stress.  One article from Natural Parenting in Sydney states:
 
Controlled Crying, also referred to as Comfort Crying or Sleep Training, are well documented to be harmful to the child's brain development and her emotional connection to her mother and even in other relationships later in life. 
When you leave a baby to cry, you are not teaching her independence, or the ability to 'self settle', rather the  baby is learning not to ask for her needs to be met, because 'no-one is listening and nobody is coming'.  In effect, the baby shuts down emotionally on some level.  Crying also has negatitve physical effects on the baby's brain development and through the high level of stress hormones that are released into the baby's body during prolonged crying out. 

 
I wonder if this ugly woman realises that even from as far back as five or more years ago it was recognised that controlled crying is dangerous?  And by ugly I mean her nature - anyone who writes the things she has written is truly ugly.

Why Not Tell The Truth?

You know everyone lies now and again, and we would be terrific liars if we said we never did!  We know kids lie, and the do it to keep out of trouble, or whatever.  But when an adult blatantly lies about things that are going to be found out, well that takes the bloody biscuit as far as I am concerned.

Wonder what I am thinking about?  I'll tell you because I can't tell HER.  To give you a little story, I have had the most rotten bad luck over the past few years with my mobile phones.  They are all made in the wilds of the Okefenokee Swamp I think, and are so infested with swamp bugs it isn't funny.  And if I have the spelling of the swamp wrong, that is tough.  Hard cheese Louise, and all that.  Because I am really over it.  So. Take a breath in, a breath out.

My daughter suggested I get an IPhone, to which I screeched 'what? and pay a grand? No way Jose" or similar gentle words.  She kindly said she could find one cheaper for me.  So she spent who knows how long online, going on different sites and looking for a second hand phone for me.  I stuffed up because she showed me a couple on "Gumtree".   Now you understand I am feeble-minded and old and basically dimmer than a 40watt - and so used to eBay crud like photos and the like, that I immediately said 'oh no, there are no photos on there, and I can't see how much it is, and it says email but then it says they won't answer emails, and ....... and ....."   blah blah.  Don't ever try and teach an old lady new tricks - moral of the story.

Poor kid tried to explain it to me, and I was ranting away in a total panic because she said you have to go to the seller's house.......aaagh I can't do that, I just can't.  This one is a long way away, I can't travel that far, blah blah.  (Here we go again, sigh.  Poor daughter).  She told me she would travel for me, and I got muddled and forgot.  No, I am not blonde, just dim. And old.  And some days not too well!  (ahem)

Yes madam, it is exactly your size, just pre-shrunk during manufacturing

Upshot was she went on eBay and bid for a 2nd hand IPhone for me.  All went lovely and that.  I paid me money the same night (or the next, I forget - soon as she got an email from the seller anyway).   So we wait.  And we wait. And ages later still wait. Daughter sends email or text to the seller to ask if she got the money.  Seller was away apparently.  Would post the phone on the day she got back, which we calculated as Thursday.  She was paid for Registered Post, said she would send it Express Post as well. Hmmm.  I should have received it last Friday.   No parcel.  Nothing Monday.  Nothing Tuesday.  hmmm (remember, we worked for Australia Post until not that long ago - the woman is pulling a fast one!). 

LIARS ARE UGLY PEOPLE

Now madame seller in Melbourne said she would send the tracking number to my daughter.  At one point my girl sent email or text and the seller replied in the vein of " yes, yes. And I am sending my purple case as well"  - something like that.  A bit, 'piss off, you are bugging me' type of thing?  uh huh.   So yesterday, being Tuesday and all, my girl sends a text asking for the tracking number please and thanks as no parcel has arrived.  Woman says she is at work and will send number when she gets home?  After that? Nothing, nada, no contact. uh huh. 

What happened this morning?  First thing?  An Australia Post Platinum Express Delivery arrives, to be signed for.   The absolute of the absolutely guaranteed NEXT DAY DELIVERY.  The lying cow didn't send it until YESTERDAY.   It has taken her about 2 weeks to send the phone, and when it arrived?   Contrary to her assertion that it is like new, like it was just out of the box - it has scuff marks and the glass front has chips out of it.  Lying cow.  And no little implement thing so I can put a sim card in it.  And NO purple case!  um.....   why lie?   Mind you, I didn't want a stupid purple case, but that is beside the point yeah?  I do NOT understand people like this.  I didn't pay a huge price for it, but I still feel that I, and other bidders, deserved the truth?    And that I deserved the truth about posting time.
 
Maybe it is me, maybe it is the way of the world now, where dishonesty is second nature to many. It is wrong, whatever the reason, and it has nothing to do with "what you get for buying from eBay".  It is all to do with that particular person, who cheated, and lied. You can be cheated and lied to by salespeople looking you in the eye as well....

Personally?   It stinks, and if you tell someone the truth they are more likely to be calm and patient, and will also have enormous respect for your honesty.  You get a lot further in life with honesty than with lies.  And don't forget that great thing, karma!  Melbourne lady?  It will come back and bite you fair on the bum.  You'll see.

There.  Gran has said her bit.

To The Abusers Of The World

I am so sick, so weary of hearing the excuse that so and so committed rape or is a sexual predator, or an abuser or whatever the hell because they were young victims of the same treatment.

Come on - you weaselling sacks of shit - everyone on earth sees straight through you, and you all use the same old tired 'reasons' for your self-indulgent actions.  There is NO excuse, NO justification, NO reason for anyone to perpetuate the torture they endured in their past.  Having been victimised does not excuse you now that you are the perpetrator.

Bloody well get real.  Out there in the teeming millions of people on our planet there are also millions who have endured the worst childhoods imaginable.  Many of them worse than anything you suffered.  And the vast majority want better for their children, and work their backsides off to ensure their children's present and future is not a repeat of pain and abuse.

Look, most countries have access to media of some description, have education available to them, and there are very few humans who do not have peers of some description.  Either neighbours, family or friends.  We all learn from these, and especially from our peers.

You must know, I am convinced that you bloody well do know that what you are doing is abhorrent, abnormal behaviour, that it is not how decent, moral, clean folk live their lives. But YOU?   It is self everything with you.  Self-centred, self-indulgent, selfish.  Add arrogant and malignant to that scoreboard please.  You don't give a damn about anyone else, all you care about is self-gratification. You don't bother to even attempt to exercise one iota of self-control. 

So your father beat your mother? You knew it wasn't normal. You were terrified, your siblings were terrified, your mother was terrified.  Why, knowing and experiencing this, do you now feel it is right for you to follow in your father's depraved footsteps?  Does it make you feel like a big powerful person to terrorise your family, your helpless and innocent children?

News Flash - it makes you the exact opposite - a small, petty, vicious and nasty bully.  A person with a shrivelled soul.  Abusing women or children is not powerful.  Your colleague?  He had the same sort of childhood.  His goal in life is for his family to only ever experience security, love and safety within their home.  They return that love unstintingly.  HE is the GIANT. Of the two of you, he is the one who has made a LIFE for himself.

You KNOW you have problems, trouble with self-control and anger?  Get help!  Simple as that.  If you can't move forward by yourself, ask for and expert to help you.  You get a mechanic to fix your car, don't you?  So what's the difference?  After all, it's the first step toward becoming a man...

What? What right have I got to berate you?  Every right in the world.  Fellow travellers is what we were. My childhood?  A father who was an emotional cripple, whose idea of fun was mental torture and verbal abuse, unrelenting abuse.  He was a drunk, a bully and a total coward around other people - but not so with his family.

My goal for when I 'grew up'  was to never be like him, in any way.  So yes, I have a right to hold up a mirror to you.  Who do you see when you look into that mirror, I wonder?  Does your family despise you as much as you despised your father?  Do they live in terror of your arrival home?

Me?  I sure hope my goal has been achieved.  Judging by the love I am given by family and friends it seems I have.

Think about it.

Why In Hell Should We Pay For Migrants To Have Holidays Back 'Home?

Rant alert!   Some things make me angry, and some things make me fly into a rage.  This is one of the latter. I have just read an article in The Telegraph, dated Sunday 13 February.  The article states that The Islamic Women's Welfare Association has said that our Federal Government should give subsidies to new migrants to 'visit overseas relatives' and we should also consider how to 'facilititate the purchase of homes for new migrants' - because they would like to live near their 'own people'.

There is a lot more about compensation from the Government 'to retain migrants in their country of adoption'.

Look, I don't care if you are black, white, brown, green with blue spots, are catholic, muslim or a bloody frog worshipper - this is surely the biggest piss-take of all time.  Compensation?  Facilitation? Get real for pity's bloody sake - you wanted to come here to live, presumably because you will now have all the benefits of a first-world country, including education, medicine, housing and food, and a wonderfully free way of life.

Living near your 'own people'?  Oi! You!  You are living in AUSTRALIA - does that not mean that Australians are now your OWN PEOPLE?  And as for the bit about facing a lot of sacrifices "such as having to travel long distances to visit relatives, spending on communication costs, missing out on some events occurring in native countries etc."  well, I am so crying for you.  I really am.  You surely thought of this before you decided to come here to live, didn't you?

Hell's bloody bells - I went and lived in England for donkey's years - we didn't even have a damned telephone to keep in touch with family - and as for asking for government handouts - NEVER.  I had a normal dose of self-respect and pride in myself, and made my own way, thank you very much.
Why should the Australia Taxpayer hand money to anyone, no matter who they are, for such things as this?  Ever heard of writing a letter you women?  Or are you just being totally way out to get yourselves noticed?  

If you were so worried about keeping in touch and missing out on events in your own country then how come you decided to live here in the first instance? Please tell me that?  I really would like to know your reasoning.   You could always be like the Germans, I mean they have Oktoberfest everywhere they go.

As for this little gem? "Its submission also said that migrants should be free to build their own places of worship "without prejudice or discrimination from the communities they live (in)".  Since when did anyone stop you building your mosque?  First we ever heard of it.

The thing that really makes me seethe about all this, well amongst all the rest of this absolute tripe and bullshit, is that you come here to live and yet you want to still live in the country you arrived from????  Why is that?   You ever heard of integration?  I would guarantee that 99% of other migrants integrate - they become part of this country and the people who are so proud to call this home.

This goes up on the board with the disgusting comment in the lead-up to Australia Day that anyone who flew the Australian Flag on Australia Day is a 'racist'  - get outta here, Australia Day is all about Australia - yeah it IS racist!  And proudly so.  Without Federation we wouldn't have this country the way it is. 
You don't like it?  You know what you can do, and I guess you have heard that before - so I will say it again.  You don't like it?   Don't come here, or don't stay here, because guess what?  People like you are NOT welcome.

As I said, I don't care what religion, race or original nationality you are, when you emigrate you integrate. There are not parts of this country that are new settlements for foreign countries, with laws, religion etc of their own. Get off your arse and work and save like everybody else does when they want something. That's why they call us the 'Aussie battlers'. 


THIS IS AUSTRALIA.

Boyfriend Threw Baby And Tortured Him

I read this story, a little late (from 8 February) and I wasn't just horrified, I was fuming, absolutely grinding my teeth with fury.

It all happened in County Clare, not that the location means a lot.  The baby in question was 10 months old at the time.  His mother was 19 and the boyfriend 20. The boyfriend has been jailed for ONLY three years, because he pleaded guilty.  The Circuit Court Judge, Judge Moran said: 

if Connors had not pleaded guilty, he would have been sentenced to near the maximum seven years in jail for the offence.

What the hell?  He will be out in a few months, right?  What did he do?  What didn't this animal do is the question. Remember, this is a 10 month old baby.

he "slapped, kicked, punched and threw" a 10-month-old baby around an apartment "like he was a toy".
The child was taken to A&E with injuries including two broken forearms, a dislocated right elbow, a significant brain bleed, a bite mark to his right cheek, a burn mark from an iron to his calf and multiple bruising across his body, a court heard yesterday.

LARRY CONNORS - THE FACE OF AN EVIL MONSTER

 
I am beginning to wonder if the mother of the baby is a little mentally ill, you know?  She said:
 
her then partner "became psychotic and he would lock himself into the room with the child and he would start to scream and roar at the child".
She said: "It was the most incredible difficult thing to go through as I knew that Larry was hurting the child and I couldn't do anything about it.
"Larry Connors abused my child for a three-week period and there was nothing I could do about it.
 
Nothing she could do about it?  Hows about calling the cops?  Hows about kicking the damned door in and rescuing your kid?  How about booting the evil shit out?  This little tot was subjected to this horrific abuse in December 2010 to January 2011.  He now requires speech therapy because of a tear injury to his mouth, and later this year he will have to have his elbow broken where it was dislocated, so that it can be reset.   He has nightmares.
 
I also have to wonder what planet some of the judiciary and lawyers are from, because of what was said:
 
Defence lawyer Brian McInerney said: "Connors has a very poor level of education. He comes from a very dysfunctional family background. . .
 
"It is not an excuse for this kind of conduct."
 
He added: "He realises that he is going to prison and hopes that this will be the first step on the road to recovery for him."
 
Judge Moran said that the case was "fairly shocking" and the injuries were suffered by "a defenceless baby".
 
If his background is NOT an excuse, why bring it up in the first place?  And as for Judge Moran's comment about the case being "fairly shocking", well geee whiz I would think that is possibly the understatement of the year.  
 
This guy is another one I am awarding a bullet to.

Screwdrivers And Tissues And Little Fuzzy Balls I Lose

Funny how things come into our lives and ease the way for us, isn't it?  Funny how many of these 'things' make us roar with frustration and swear like a pirate's parrot.

Tissues, take tissues - well you could take one if you could find the bloody thing.  Once upon a time we girls would be able to tuck our hankie into our knickers.   Not a good look for an elderly woman to be standing in the street rummaging in her underpants though.  Pockets are out, so where do we put the tissue?  I stuff mine under a bra strap, which is fine unless you are letting it all hang out, and free falling.  One place I am sure to find a tissue? In the washing machine.  Glued to every single item, in tiny pieces, inside and out, and guaranteed to hang in there for weeks.

Same with biros, when I come to think of it. The wash. Always in the wash.


I already did my blog about sticky tape - one of my everlasting trauma items.  How's about dear old cling film then?   My husband told me recently that he didn't know "how to work it".    I do understand dear, and sympathise.  That sodding stuff - thought I had it all sussed by holding the ends and letting the roll fall towards the kitchen bench?  hmm.  Only to find one end has stuck and is rolled around the tube 44 times, tearing each time I jerk the stuff.   Trying to dig it off the roll results only in a broken cardboard dispenser - which results in not being able to pull the cling off the roll.   That little metal cutter from hell is one of my bugbears.  Nasty little sucker it is.  Lying in wait cackling to itself, just ready to rip hell out of the unwary.  So I buy a catering size pack - after all it has a genuine sliding cutter - no jaws on this one.  Except you stick it to the cardboard dispenser, and someone managed to get cling stuck underneath - completely covering the sticky part.  aaaagh.  And cling clings.  Know what I mean?  Pull it off, perfect length, terrific girl, well done - try to wrap it around selected item.   Auuughgh.  Bloody stuff clings to itself, your arm, the kitchen bench, anywhere but the 'selected item'.   Now it has lost its capacity for cling, having bunched around itself like too-small knickers. Think I might use a plastic bag instead.

The common screwdriver is driving me screwy.  Where is it when you want it?  There isn't one in the junk drawer where it ought to be, the dog didn't pinch it (I checked).  It comes to light only after you have ruined one of your best knives, having snapped off the point trying to unscrew that stupid screw.   My little screwdriver is amazing bwaahaaa  - it has a handle and four different shafts with 2 sizes of head for slotted screws and those other pointy thingy screws.  Right?   So YOU try to get the shaft into the handle.  That's your challenge for this week.  Then once you have it in and find it is the wrong bloody size for the screw, try to get it out of the handle again. Now where are the pliers?

Oh!  You want to hear about my little fuzzy balls? Right!  Pack of twelve they come in, superb little washing machine helpers that are supposed to collect fluff, lost tissues (see above), dog hair and the like.  All very well and good.  Every time I empty the washing machine I have to count the bloody balls to make sure they are all there.  There is always one missing, I kid you not.  Shake every item, and shaking a wet doona/duvet cover is not easy.  I lost a ball for a week once.  It was down inside a pillow case. That was a very rude awakening, I can tell you.  Those little things are prickly.  Thought I had a massive beetle under my ear.   I can think of nicer things..........

My little fuzzy balls

I guess the moral of the story is to buy handkerchiefs, plastic bags, strong steak knives, and fabric softener.  Goodbye trauma, hello serenity.

You Named Your Kid WHAT???????

Not so long ago there weren't that many first or Christian names going around, so there were millions of people sharing the same names.  For a little example, Mary, Edward, Elizabeth and the like.  Once people started to move around the globe a bit more they obviously intermingled with others from different countries and cultures - and hey!  We had new first names for our children.  To the absolute delight of people (like me) who have Genealogy as their abiding passion.

There have always been strange names registered for kids, and often it was down to something simple, like the accent of the person registering the baby - or the fact that the registrar couldn't spell too well - or the fact that it was quite a while before spelling of names was actually regularised!   In the past years though, some decidedly weird names have been cropping up, and not only those chosen by the 'pop stars'  and 'film stars'  of the world.   David Duchovny and Tea Leoni called their boy Kyd. Sometimes I wonder if the ones who chose the names actually thought about what will happen to their offspring once they start school.    Perhaps nobody will notice, and they won't get teased and tormented - because there are so many peculiar names out there!

One of my most UNfavourites was chosen by someone in USA - she decided that her daughter would be called CATATONIA.  Because it sounded peaceful?  Um.  I guess if you are catatonic you really are peaceful.  Probably so much so that once you decide to rejoin the world they stuff you into a straight-jacket.   Another little gem is CALLIOPE.  The parents thought it sounded pretty.  Anyone who has ever heard a calliope would wonder at their choice!

I am thinking of all the really sad names for poor kids, like Satchel and Apple etc.  What is it with these parents?  Do they get so stumped for a nice name that they just name the kid after the first object they see?  Oh look darling!  Let's call him Burst Condom!

"What did you call her?" gushes the neighbour "Mouldy Plum" replies mother proudly! Whaaat?  Well it was her craving for plums, you see.  And all she could find in the fruit bowl was a mouldy one...

There has always been a fashion for naming children after cities and towns - a guy I met was named after the city he was conceived in.  That's ok if you live in Sydney or Darwin. What happens if mum and dad bounced on the mattress in Wagga Wagga or Woy Woy, Bong Bong or Humpybong (yep! it is an actual suburb in Brisbane).  Even Mt. Isa.  You would have to spell it in full surely?  Mount Isa Jones is the kid's name?  Holy moly!

The ones that confuse me are the names where you can't tell if you are writing to a male or a female.  Neat example is Ari.  You write your nice letter, starting with the salutation 'Dear Sir', only to be mortified to find that Ari is a 'Dear Madam'.....ooops! It isn't a bad name, actually I rather like it!  Just confusing.  Once the name Lesley was for a girl, and Leslie was for a boy.  Now I am seeing Leslie used for girls also.  Another little twist!

Something I really get wondering about is when parents have to fiddle with the spelling of a name.  His name is Willyum.  Now either you have no education, or you are just trying too damned hard! Or they will add extra vowels into a name, just to be 'different' (read confusing) - and to make it extra hard for the kid to spell their own name.  Daayssee? That one made me go crosseyed!

The thing with the kid's initials is often overlooked as well - try Ellie Nora Veronica Young.   ENVY?  Really? How wonderful!  It is on a par with a name I saw in a really old Registration - Thomas Thomas Thomas.  I am not sure if the Registrar was deaf and the mum was yelling the name repeatedly, or if they really named their kid Thomas times three!   Poor Thomas.
Then there is the unexpectedly hilarious name.  A brilliant example is John Thomas whatever.  In our part of the world your penis is your 'john thomas'..... There must be many of these gems out there, all inadvertent, of course!

Ah well, what's in a name? Quite a lot I guess!  It is amusing to note that a couple will name their child with a strange or unusual name, so that their child's name will be different.  Only to find that dozens of other parents like the name and use it for their child as well!   Sadly, some American kids have been given bizarre names, such as 'Xerox' or 'Espn'.   Girls are saddled with such gems as 'Celica' 'Infiniti' or boys lumbered with names like 'Canon' (yep, after the camera) or 'Del Monte' (after the food company, of all things).

Hey! I named my kid after the Tequila worm!

Would you name your baby L'Oreal or Chevrolet? Other poor little girls have been named 'Unique', 'Lexus', 'Reality', 'Sparkle'.  Boys?  They came in for their fair share as well, with 'Timberland', 'Sincere', 'Gladiator', and other equally ridiculous names.
Just to leave you with some thoughts - an extract from a comment I found on the www, from a school worker:


"Courvoissiertequila (I say shame they can't spell)
Bluie                         (ditto)
Rollseroyce               (yet again!)
R'reeyuannhaa
Quan'tayjhia'nierre
Rocker
Starlight
Remy Martin (no relation to courvoissier or tequila.)
Ashole (pronounced ashley, but odds are that kid is going to have some serious bullying issues.)
De'vil (pronounced Deville, but who does that to their kid?? his brother's name is Damien.)
Cadillac
aLexus (would be fine if spelled alexis, but noooo...)
.....and those are just the ones i remember off the top of my head.
All in all i just wish people would stop naming their kids over things they can't afford and what they were drinking when they got knocked up. celebrity kids are one thing- they're just hollywood brats who will never have to work for a living- but real-world kids are another. What job do people think their kid is going to get with a name that needs two apostrophes just to make sense? Is Dr. Courvoissier going to sound safe? President Rollseroyce? Attorney Quan'tayjhia'nierre? Principal R'reeyuanna? it's f*****g ridiculous."


and:

"..her name was La-a, pronounced "Ladasha." Needless to say, we all wanted to slap her parents. "

There's a difference between unusual and downright horrible!
 

Whoever Wrote This Needs Kicking

Many a tear has to fall
But it's all in the game


erm, I don't like to tell you this, but I loathe people who play games.......

All in the wonderful game
That we know as love 

Mate, you weren't listening, were you?  STOP playing games ok?

You had words with him
And your future's looking dim

Probably only because we have been spoon-fed on this sort of pap and crap.  We are allowed to have a difference of opinion, are we not?

But these things your heart can rise above

Heart? Eh?  Rise above?  erm.  Gee whiz dimwit, opinions come from some other place than the heart. And why in hell should it be the FEMALE WHO HAS TO RISE ABOVE????  EH?  TELL ME THAT?

Once in a while he won't call
But it's all in the game

Oh great, just perfect.  Now the shit has decided he won't phone, because that will show YOU who is boss, won't it?

Soon he'll be there by your side
With a small bouquet

OI! Buster, we had a damned argument and you bring a SMALL bouquet?  You bloody cheapskate.

And he'll kiss your lips
And caress your fingertips
And your heart will fly away

Not on my watch he won't.  Small bouquet indeed.  I want grovelling and crawling thank you very much.  At the least a damned good abject apology would get him quarter of the way there.

You had words with him
And your future's looking dim
But these things your heart can rise above
Once in a while he won't call
But it's all in the game
Soon he'll be there by your side
With a small bouquet
And he'll kiss your lips
And caress your fingertips
And your heart will fly away

Yes. Well.  We just went into all that, didn't we?  And to think I used to like the song.  Shows you the difference between a child and a woman doesn't it? hmmm.  

Wet Wet Wet

And mosquitos by the score.  I do hate it when you splat one and blood goes everywhere.....eeew.  So gross it makes me feel sick.  Yuk, urg, gak.

Yuk, Fence post with spiders etc. trying to stay dry

Whine, whine, rant and rave!

Our city is full of small floods, just one year on from the massive inundation we had, and the questions arise yet again - what is our stupid State Government and Council doing to alleviate flooding?  Nada, nothing, zero.  Seems to me that having a good old dig of a lot of the storm water drains and little creeks would go a looong way towards getting the runoff water away so that people don't have flooded houses? One street in our suburb goes under every single time there is high rainfall - now, f'rinstance.  The houses are opposite the creek.  The creek is notorious for flooding at the best of times.

Strikes me that it is lack of foresight and planning at the bottom of all this.  The State have been sooo happy to embrace all the new housing estates (of which there are literally hundreds) but have not given the slightest thought to what happens to the rainwater once we have mega loads of new buildings. Even the regulations about guttering and drains leave a lot to be desired.  Why, oh why, do the builders put these piddling little gutters on our houses?  They are just too small to cope with the downpour - and it isn't as though nobody knew!  Gee whiz, we are so close to sub-tropical it isn't funny, so the rain we get during Summer is going to be heavy - obviously!  We all seem to have weency guttering which starts to overflow and flood after the first 10 minutes of a regular downpour.  Where is the sense in that?   Let's have some brains about this, builders, and planners too - larger capacity for the gutters and downpipes, twice to three times the size for the storm water drains as well? 

The water all ends up in the bay anyway, let's get it there faster, and help ease some of the flooding people are experiencing - some have had their houses go under 4 times in 5 years - I bet you that if it was the Mayor's house something would be done in a huge hurry?

The Councils all have their hands out for the extra dollars from new housing and industrial areas - so maybe some of the new dollars should be spent helping householders!  Not bloody likely I guess.  There are a lot of fingers being pointed at the ones who take care of the dams and the overflow - why not look in your own back yard as well?

My back yard?  As usual we have runoff from the whole street above us - which is blocked from running anywhere else because of how our neighbour has developed his land.  Makes me want to scream and cry and rant really.   We have a home sewerage treatment plant - and we had a  dumb plumber who dug right down to install it.  Consequence of that?  A big dip which instantly fills with water.  We had a duck happily swimming around in it a few days ago. Which isn't at all unusual in the wet. 

Everything squelches, everything stinks of mud.  The grass is so wet you can't mow, and even if you could you would get bogged instantly. Sigh.  And there is more on the way.  I am not a fan of the wet!

Everything inside is damp, hang on..... no it's ok, just checked to see if I had mouldy armpits!

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Outside there is a monster concert of frogs and toads, crickets and cicadas - what they have to be happy about I will never know.  When you walk outside the noise is deafening! I am sure they just think it is great - but at the same time we seem to play host to many of their offspring who spring off and come inside.  Try chasing a common froglet around at 1.30a.m.  Those little skunks can jump six feet or more!  Just when you think you have him - squirt! Off he goes out of the gap between your fingers.  AFTER he has piddled on your hand, mind. Swine.

Ssssh - it isn't raining at this minute - don't say anything will you? sssssh ......