So this is my new Digs… and other stuff.

Pretty cool, huh?  Just paint me with a feather in my head and call me Stokahontas.

In other news, I was watching Barry Hilton the other night and had tears running down my cheeks.  The housemates were staring at me in fear, they’ve finally been introduced to ‘The Cackle’.  My brother warned them, so I hold no accountablility.  Anyway, going back to my story:  something Barry said got me thinking:

I love my Glenda, I truly do, but her voice irritates the befuckery out of me. So, I want to start an invention.  Just imagine you could have different characters for your GPS navigation?  Not just voices, but characters!

The British gay character:

Oh dahling, what the fuck have you got on?  Go back inside and change that skirt imme-jia-tely! Good, thats much better.  Now then, where’re we off to?  Ah, fab.  Swing a left over here and just drive on passed this ghastly looking public taxi.  Oh fuck, dahling, you’ve missed the blasted turn off.  Rather lets ask this gorgeous looking chap for proper directions, shall we?

The Curry-muncher from Chatsworth character:

Howsit my lunny, where we going in all?  Okey, mek a left at da robots, right?  Now rev your engine onetime to show dis lunny next door you have a Gee-Tee-Eye bru.  Okey den, now go right, right?  If you pus dis oke at da stop street don’t listen to him okey, he LIES, las’ time he promised us a buggin, remember dat?  Den de glasses broke, remember dat?  For true, rudder mek a motion to move, ek se”.

The Zol-bol character:

Woah, mian, why are you motioning so slooow?  Duuuuude, like, do you have any substinance?  I have a serious case of The Munchies.  Oh, cool you wanna go to the beach?  Yeah, its like *this* far, mian.  Woaaaaaah, check how pretty the robots are!  They’re extra greeeeen.  Uhh, if I told you we just went passed the offramp, would you like, “freak out” on me?

So, I have the idea, but who can actually get it out there?

Contentment is

• jumping on a trampoline and not having to worry about the wobbles in front of an almost three year old
• watching in awe as a plain little white sweety gets magically transformed into a froggie
• being scolded for making waves in the pool made of a tinker bell blankie
• lying in bed and having my hand kissed by the softest, smallest mouth but knowing it comes from the biggest heart
• making cheese sandwiches at bed time to be placed on the barbie plate
• singing ‘rain rain go away’ while dancing under an umbrella in the lounge
• hearing the indoor rainbow being described as ‘pink, purple, pink and green with hearts on it’
• being kicked out of the bed because its Mommy time,  I can so appreciate that
• knowing I can experience these things and smile, even though it makes me miss my own little girl so much

I am so lucky.  I am so happy.  I am so bittersweetly sad.

Most of all, I am so thankful to share a part of this wonderful little human and thankful to be allowed to share a part of myself with her.

I actually don’t know where to start

…so I’ll just go right ahead and tell you my news that has been keeping you all guessing:

But first!  Let me just say something here.  OH my FuckingFuck.  Had the best weekend, EVAR.  With an ‘A’.  My NBF* C@th and I get on like a dog given hornygoatweed tablets with a fire-hydrant.  Mutual leg humpage abounds. 

Then.  Australia has been shelved for right now.  I’ve decided that it just can’t happen for me right now.  My next plan?

DURBAN BABY!

I have inherited the most beautiful housemate in the world, who comes completely complimentary with one fully grown almost 3 year old angel named Cameron.  Yes, its true.  I’m awesome, I know.  Not leaving the country. Instead, moving in with Cath and Cam.  Yay.  I’m so excited.  There will be perving out my bedroom window, to a fabulous topless young man who lives in the building across the road.  I have a balcony that looks out onto the sea and the city – night time is ambience personified. 

I am happy.  And excited. And unemployed, please give me a job.  Se.ri.ou.sly.  Come on, I’m good…at stuff.  GIVE ME A JOB!

Monday.  Sigh.  I want to go back to the Cathcam home.

*NewBestFried, you beautiful dumbasses.