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JoosyJune

Posted on June 10th, 2010 by prinny.
Categories: News.

May skidded by with barely a nod nor wink. Fine, be that way, May. Who needs ya?

I have been busy in that pathetic way where you’re busy but busy doing absolutely nothing you really want to be doing. It’s draining and spirit crushing. Where’s my own creative outlet? Where’s my bag of free money? Where’s my friggen waistline!? Speaking of the latter, I had a nice night out with a salacious bunch of tarts AKA The Play Group Moms. We’ve become a much more autonomous group this year with our kids going off to different kindergartens (or jail) but getting together is like Old Home Week. Love ‘em. Love ‘em one and all. Even the really tall, thin, hot one. Damn you, Dawson! Also had a nice night on the curry n booze with Rinne Roo. I spent 99% of it complaining about my ‘career’ and she topped off my glass (in an effort to quell the whinging, one assumes) the other 1% we spent jubilantly trowelling through any local gossip would could muster – oh and judging other peoples lives. Heh That’s the advantage of being SO above them all. The judgement. The harsh but fair judgement.

The kids continue to amuse on a mostly, daily basis. Their antics are here and here. The movie my beloved B and I are both waiting-not-at-all-patiently to see is here All hail MIFF which is showing it, next month. And my favourite drool time website is here. What a full and dazzling life I lead… pfffffff

In the Happy News category, B and I are coming up on our 8th wedding anniversary! Consulting the Wiki world it seems traditional 8th anniversary gifts include salt and/or pottery. Ah yes, just what I’ve always…. beg pard? Salt and pottery? So, Lot’s wife and somewhere stonewear for her to live? Salt? “Are you hungry? Would you like some salt?” (Gawd I LOVE Reeves & Mortimer) Modern gifts don’t shed much more light, they include linens and/or lace. I’m pretty sure it’s gonna be difficult for him to find me a linen and/or lace iPhone V4? I’m not interested in the iPad. Just the name alone, come on! I wont have one. Nope, not unless one falls from the sky, for free. You understand?! Of course you do.

The thing that IS keeping me amused and occupied is designing house plans. I really am a latent architect. Yes, architect. (Keep your ill-fitting lesbian pants on.) It’s all big open spaces and hidden passage ways and a slide from top floor to the bottom. I’d be an architect too if I could find someone to do the technical drawing for me… and the compliance with building regulations (without altering my design)… and the budgets and the long line of clients who just walk in with their cheque book and a note, “Please just do what ever you want, you’re great.” Oh yes, THEN I’d be an architect for sure! I’d even get myself a stupid sechetary called Betty. And Betty would ‘look the other way’ when I was doing inappropriate things.

Wow, that derailed a bit, didn’t it? But I feel my point has been made. A point. Something. Quick, look over there, something bright and shiny!

heh

So that’s what’s up in MeLand. Nothing and everything. Nothing I want to be doing, except that stuff. My patience is wearing filo-thin.

Til next time, unless I go postal.

me xx

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A.K. Scott

Posted on April 20th, 2010 by prinny.
Categories: News.

Beloved Granny-Allie to Spike and Morrison.

Passed peacefully in Denver Co. USA on April 7th.

Her life lived her way, all the way.

Thanks to her, I now have three amazing boys in my life. And for that I am eternally grateful.

with love and peace,

fahey, Ben, Spike and Mo xxoo

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Happy Snot n Booger’s Day

Posted on February 14th, 2010 by prinny.
Categories: News.

Boys rock.

And here’s the card my beautiful B gave me (then ducked away out of arms reach). He’s ok. No lasting injuries or bruises that can’t be explained away with a simple,”oh this? It’s nothing… I… I… I just walked into my wife’s outraged fist.” Brekky at FooDoos earns him a LOT of points. Going out for brekky is better than going out for dinner. Just so’s you know!

Which reminds me – so does k.d.lang. k.d.lang, whom I could have eaten with a parfait spoon at the Olympic Opening Ceremony (but not before checking her carb content first. I mean, I’m happy to blow carbs (wey hey, Vicar!) but not unknowingly. I mean, yes, I’m whoreish and impulsive, but not reckless. Not reckless. (those of you with examples of my past recklessness, sit down and shaddap.) What was I saying? Oh yeah, rocks. She does.

(Grr, you’ll have to go here to see it, stupid Flash Uploader is ironically, being gay!)

That would be worth a week of zero carb lettuce and steak. Incidentally, it appears I could eat her when she’s at her mannishest. So if you had Feb ‘010 in the When Will She Come Out pool, you’ve done your dough. Mmmm. k.delicious.lang Hall-ahhh-looooo-yaaar yerself there, Missy. Hmm, perhaps the tote hasn’t quiet closed?!

February moves along in a haze of teething and kinder. Summer and air-conditioning. I’ve spent a fair deal of time fighting with Stegbar who have the WORST CUSTOMER SERVICE ON THE FACE OF THE PLANET! And the car needs new tyres.

But for right now? I have a calm house, filled with the sounds of sleeping children and Valentine Spunkshine (do your ears a favour!) and I know how happy I’ll be when B comes through that front door.

Life is good. Only k.d.lang singing the score to my day could make it better… and a truck load of money. Big bills only. Pounds sterling or Euros if I get to choose.

f xxxx

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