Dear friends and other interesting creatures – Ja, ja… so I’ve not been a great ball of fire lately. So what. LOL I’ve been a jolly old pain in the ass minus the jolly.I had an acupuncture massage yesterday afternoon which left me wanting to BOMMIT. I felt like absolute crap afterwards… On my way home I stopped at the pharmacy to buy some Valoid to stop that nausea feeling immediately. Every time I get nauseous it reminds me of pregnancy… and well, as my friend Petra says “blame that 30 minutes of passion on Barry White” but growing that baby can be very taxing! (Clearly I didn’t learn … pointing to my MANY children)
I arrive home to find that my darling son Kevin (13) had made potato bake and roast chicken. LOVE HIM. I was so thankful!!! Liam an Victoria had to go to a school function so Kevin had already fed them, had them dressed, EVERYTHING as I had asked Furzl to take them because the AS is kicking my ass big. I couldn’t even open the gate coming home… HATE THAT. Anyway, awesome child that Kevin (when he isn’t doing that fuckwit carrot up the ass behaviour).
I get to my room, open the box to take the meds to be met with giant white …. glycerine looking love beads bullets. LOL I start laughing, Kevin comes in to ask me what is so funny, I explained that instead of tablets, the pharmacist had given me suppositories…. Kevin smiled,, wickedly: “Best you get cracking with that or you will BOMMIT the whole night.” Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooo. Honestly. I would RATHER BOMMIT the entire night, making the bathroom my new home than stick that stuff up my ass. LOL
I took more anti inflammatory meds… I found one lonely Valoid tablet in the bathroom cupboard and after a phone call from cHIp I went to sleep. I woke up this morning at 4am… no more nausea but unfortunately it is not even 9am, and I’ve swallowed my first anti inflammatory saving grace for today. As cHIp told me last night (with me making a crying sound in his ear)… “It’s okay, it comes and it will go again, it always does.” Love him.
Tomorrow is our work party… so best I be better by then or I will have to marinate my sore fusing bones in allot of vodka.
Love, loves –
WITHOUT going into my archives…. Can you answer these questions? (Got this from ~M btw!)
What is my middle name?
How tall am I?
What colour car do I drive?
Am I left-handed or right-handed?
Where did I go to school?
What am I afraid of?
Do I smoke?
Do I drink?
Do I have any siblings?
Which town was I born in?
How many piercings do I have?
Am I a rebel or do I follow the rules?
What’s my favorite colour?
Name something I love?
Name a talent I have?
Do I have any pets?
If I were stranded on a desert island, what would I bring?