I stole this from here and how I found that blog I have no idea!!! Anyway, I stole it because ’tis nice to see a meme I’ve never seen before…
List ten things you want to say to people you know but you never will, for whatever reason. Don’t say who they are. Use each person only once:
1. Sorry I haven’t been in touch, it’s just that I lied – by omission. For 5 years. Even after all this time to see you with her would be unbearable.
2. Toothpaste isn’t actually just a bathroom decoration.
3. You have it your way all the time and it kills us. But if it’s a choice between that and losing touch with him we’ll keep giving in.
4. I’m sorry sweetheart, I’m not interested in your opinion.
5. Stop. Touching. Me
6. Email it to me – I’ll get to it in good time,no really, I’d love to drop everything… but, today? It just isn’t going to happen.
7. I wish I’d been less afraid. It hurt you and maybe, if I hadn’t run away, we’d still be together. I’m sorry. If it’s any consolation I still think about you after all these years.
8. Insisting on money for this is not going to win you any more interested parties. In fact it’s going to alienate you. Get a clue.
9. Handsome Prince my ass.
10. I may live here but it actually doesn’t mean I love you any less. I really, really love you, seriously. But me being here really isn’t about you.
I probably should have done this when I wasn’t still pissed [off]… but if I think about it the things I would say I actually already do say them… It’s the seething cow I usually try to protect people from…
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[Almost] Enough to Put Me Off My Lunch
I’ve not blogged much in recent times about this whole singular business (as in the business of being singular rather than my business). Mostly because it’s none of your business really but more particularly because it hasn’t been an issue for me in a while… well, not much of one, anyway.
The promised phone call never happened, and I shrugged it off as typical of the Saunternator… all talk and no action… Of course to take that view is to dismiss the other thought, the one that imagines the subject, upon suggestion that it’s me he calls may have roundly dismissed the idea…
I prefer not to dwell on that.
So, in recent weeks I’ve been entertaining a bit of an e-correspondence with a singular person of the less fair sex which, as a girl, tends to ignite a flutter in the old emotive region.
Try as one might not to let the heart get away from the head it’s a slippery beastie and I’m forced to admit that the prospect of this masculine interest has been very gratifying. Particularly as Mr Singular initiated it a couple of weeks ago after viewing my profile on one of those GODS (Godly. Online. Dating Service) sites.
Things had been [I thought] progressing nicely enough until I stopped hearing from him over the weekend. And as a charitable girl I gave him the benefit of the doubt, anticipating that perhaps he only has intermittent access to the web… he’s a student after all…
However, after not finding any response to my latest missive [3 days old I might add] in my inbox last evening [Monday] I sent him a nudge, with my phone number in it which was apparently received well and which was replied to with an appointment to call on Thursday. All very [potentially] exciting I hear you say…
And I agree.
Until he emailed me an hour ago with a request for another photo of yours truly.
In the spirit of giving him the benefit of the doubt once again I simply imagine the last colour photo was a bit obscured and he may simply want a closer look.
However the emotive girl says? Is that all it’s about? Whether I look good enough? And I’m forced to wonder what’s the next email going to say? Is it “Ah, sorry love.. not blonde, skinny, young, attractive enough… I’m going to keep shopping…” ?
I’m just desperate enough to give it one last shot but I’m deliberatly not sending a full length photo – hah!.. and in truth, I’ve resisted the temptation to send him this…
Bloody Hell though, one stupid email left me feeling all kinds of sick.
Sigh, it’s on days like today, being a singular girl’s a total b*tch…
For the Love of Kids
It never ceases to amaze me, the beguiling honesty of children. There is no adult I’ve met who can freely tolerate who they will and diss those they won’t with such eqanimity.
With kids you’re either in or you’re out. And while it’s possible to wheedle your way into a child’s affections you can’t always be guaranteed of a permanent place, as capriciously as they admit you into their world they’re capable of shafting you and leaving you out in the cold.
Kids have a bullshit o’meter second to none. They know if you’re genuine in your interest or if you are after their affection for some other motive. If you need their affection to make yourself feel better you may well end up feeling worse than you started. But if you are genuinely interested in them and their world you are likely to be rewarded with a prize beyond measure. A ticket to an unparalleled view of a simple life, a simpler pleasure; the unbridled affection of a little person who invites you to stoop down and become part of their universe.
I have the happy knack of speaking the language of children. It has given me great joy over the years, it means I’m a hit with my niece and nephews and with the kids I sit for on Saturday evenings.
JJ, my godson, is adorable, with big blue eyes, and blonde curls you’d die to have for yourself… He’s another one of the fully paid up, pint size members of the Aunty Dee Fan Club…
His mum is my best mate Kirk and she and her little fella come up to my office occasionally on a Friday for coffee and cookies; a good opportunity for me to down tools and have an early lunch. She called me as she about to leave the house on Friday to confirm I was still going to be around to meet them… and boy was that little man bellowing in the background… As it happened he’d been promised a visit to see Aunty Dee and when Mama got on the phone rather than into the car he made sure she knew that she wasn’t moving fast enough; as if to say “Mum! We’re late for Aunty Dee… get a bloody move on!!!”
So when someone asked me the other day, whether I’d be happy to live without having children of my own I had a bit of a think about it and came up with this…
The truth is, I can’t believe I have this affinity for kids if I weren’t destined to have any of my own and while the immediate future may not appear to be revealing a father for the kids I’ve already named in my heart. I’m equally convinced that the future can change in a second…
I reckon you just never know just what’s around the corner… And if I’m wrong?
I’ll cross that bridge when I get to it…
The Ad You Wont see on TV in England
Australia – So Where The Bloody Hell Are You?
Well, talk about brou ha ha… the Brits have taken offence at a little bit of Aussie Larikinism and banned this ad from appearing in British television… Which is of course better publicity than they could have asked for, right?
You know you want to see it… so do all your poor sad English friends who are missing out… Click on the link to see what all the fuss is about…