- My favourite foods are potatoes and cheese
- And salty, sour or savoury things
- I am the youngest of 5
- One of two girls
- My mother says I was an accident, but a nice one
- I was almost called Andrea (they came to their senses)
- I am a terrible daughter and never call
- My favourite colour is red
- It speaks to me of passion
- I have one tattoo
- And a few scars on the outside
- A black cat called Mary-Plain was my first pet. He was actually a boy.
- I cried when my Doberman died. I was 33.
- I suspect I think about sex more than other girls
- I love my body
- It only took about 30 years
- I am my own worst critic
- And most loyal friend
- I have been in love 3 times in my life
- My ex-husband wasn’t one of them
- Only 2 of them ever knew
- And I still am, because to me that’s what love is
- I think people are hugely interesting and monotonously dull
- This could be due to my extremely low boredom threshold
- And very active imagination
- I like the shape my mouth makes forming certain words beginning with C
- I should stay away from brown-eyed puppies and bookshops
- For fear of bringing them home
- I feel my way through most things in life, rather than pure logic
- I didn’t always
- But I find it helps a lot
- I learned HTML in 2001
- It’s the only other language I know apart from English
- Unless you count XML and basic SQL
- And a few Maori words. I'd like to learn more.
- And to do calligraphy properly
- There’s just something I love about ink
- I never say “never”
- And also try to avoid using the word “should”
- If I could have one domestic servant, it would be a chef
- I once thought I really, really wanted to be a veterinarian
- But it seemed like too much effort
- Which are unusual words to hear uttered from my mouth
- I’m a firm believer in nana naps, but not for too long
- Taking a bath, riding my horse or dancing is how I de-stress
- Just generally being horizontal works well too
- I notice whenever you make spelling mistakes
- But won’t judge you for it. Much.
- I started going grey in my 20s
- But will take bets that I won’t go bald ever
- I have never broken any bones
- But have smashed 2 yard glasses at 2 separate twenty-firsts
- I only drink Tequila with people I trust
- And can get a hangover while still drunk on white wine
- I’m a country girl at heart
- But also like the town
- The suburbs are the pits
- If I had to choose, I’d rather be watched than do the watching
- Would like to time travel
- Don’t watch much TV, it’s a waste of time
- I love the sound of torrential rain on a corrugated iron roof
- And the feel of clean sheets
- One day I want to have my own tack room
- Where I will sit in an old-fashioned armchair
- Drinking copious amounts of tea
- While listening to music
- Kept warm by pot belly rays
- Writing and sometimes cleaning tack
- Eeewwl, number 69. What to say about that?
- I’m right-handed
- One of my most favourite things in the whole wide world is the feeling of warm sunshine on my back
- I’m a perfectionist
- Except when I can't be arsed
- I’m healthy as a horse
- Strong as an ox
- Soft as a kitten
- Loyal as a dog
- And woolly as a sheep at times
- I like antiques
- And boots
- I like to dress up, in character sometimes
- I buy nearly all my clothes second-hand
- It’s much more fun that way
- My favourite variety of apple is Eve
- I drink hot toddys and consume chilli en masse as the only remedy for colds
- I can’t stand the taste of coffee!
- Unless it’s in alcohol or cake
- I notice the smallest details
- I can tell when most people are lying, even those I don't know very well
- Although I don’t usually say anything
- I’d make an excellent detective
- I’ve always wanted to jump out of somebody’s birthday cake
- But the opportunity hasn’t arisen
- I’d also like to ride in a hot air balloon
- Jump a proper round of jumps on my pony
- And go on a horseback cattle drive
- Make me laugh and respect you and I’ll be yours forever
- I see humour in most things
- If not at once, then after a while
- I try to see the goodness in everyone
100 things
Wednesday, 20 April 2011
Yes I know it’s not all about me but… Alice Gray did it and it made me want to too. But no, I wouldn’t jump off a cliff just because she did it first.
If need be
Friday, 15 April 2011
Propositions were nothing new to Sissy, from men and women alike. It was with their increasing frequency and obscurity the realisation dawned that she was living on an entirely different planet to mostly everybody else.
“You know how I feel about you. And we can do anything you want... even move to deepest darkest Peru if you like. I want you to be the mother of my kids, we don’t even have to be together if that’s what it takes.”
I need you and neither of us are getting any younger he had inferred. You’d better hurry up or you'll be left barrenly standing outside the gate. Meaning well, but the declaration also evidenced that he didn’t know the real her at all.
Exactly when Sissy had reversed roles with practically every man she had ever dated she couldn’t put her finger on. But there it was. No longer her key to feeling secure, happy or even ok, and along come a bombardment of the desperate to prove their manhood and correctly functioning sperm. Murphy’s Law Sissy, Murphy’s Law.
It wasn’t that Sissy didn’t want these things. Rather, the intense need upon which they hung their hat kept her navigating in the opposite direction. As the hats, for the most part, were ten gallon – heavily flourished with laden bands of ‘at all costs’, societal rule books and obligatory norms.
You can bark up that tree all you like, she thought, and never find what you really seek. “Thank you,” she said quietly instead, declining politely as had occurred so many times before. Fully confident of realising the fulfilment of her own deep-seated desires and dreams, that were, as she spoke, manifesting on their way to her.
“You know how I feel about you. And we can do anything you want... even move to deepest darkest Peru if you like. I want you to be the mother of my kids, we don’t even have to be together if that’s what it takes.”
I need you and neither of us are getting any younger he had inferred. You’d better hurry up or you'll be left barrenly standing outside the gate. Meaning well, but the declaration also evidenced that he didn’t know the real her at all.
Exactly when Sissy had reversed roles with practically every man she had ever dated she couldn’t put her finger on. But there it was. No longer her key to feeling secure, happy or even ok, and along come a bombardment of the desperate to prove their manhood and correctly functioning sperm. Murphy’s Law Sissy, Murphy’s Law.
It wasn’t that Sissy didn’t want these things. Rather, the intense need upon which they hung their hat kept her navigating in the opposite direction. As the hats, for the most part, were ten gallon – heavily flourished with laden bands of ‘at all costs’, societal rule books and obligatory norms.
You can bark up that tree all you like, she thought, and never find what you really seek. “Thank you,” she said quietly instead, declining politely as had occurred so many times before. Fully confident of realising the fulfilment of her own deep-seated desires and dreams, that were, as she spoke, manifesting on their way to her.
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The Mild West
Monday, 4 April 2011
At the foot of the bed lie a shotgun, a serious looking baseball bat, didgeridoo and a purring pussy cat called Pansy curled up in a tight ticklish tortoiseshell ball.
Aztec-patterned Pansy blends right into the furnishings as Geronimo, chief of the Chiricahua Apache, gazes out from his nearby wall-mounted frame of glass with troubled eyes and a chiselled mouth set in sepia tones. He too brandishes a shotgun within his well defined hands telling tales of strength and wisdom. He lived some eighty years Geronimo, until 1909. A grand age in those times no doubt, he must have known a thing or two.
It’s autumn and in the corner of the living room of this basic little rustic converted woolshed abode, the fire already crackles warm and hearty in the firebox. Horizontal dogs adorn its surrounds; the best place to be on such a grey, rainy day. Tools, horse shoes, bridles and other times-past knick-knacks are slung over nails banged into old hardwood timber struts, probably salvaged from some ancient bridge fallen into disrepair somewhere or other out in the boonies.
I’ve died and woken up in the Wild West after slinking back to bed at 10 o’clock, unable to function, absolutely worn out before the day has even begun. I’m delirious, I must be dreaming, but it feels... well, like it’s doing me the power of good.
So, in the absence of a gunslinger to coil up cosily with and snuggle, I stroke Pansy back to full throttle purr, roll over, closing my eyes sleepily once more. Vaguely aware of the soft rustle of wind through the oak trees outside the bedroom window, nature sets to gently healing my exhausted self by way of restful sleep and wonderful empowering dreams.
The week that was
Friday, 1 April 2011
A very strange week. One in which words have failed me on numerous occasions, much to my chagrin. So instead, a random shot of recent Womadic adventures. Because this week, as every week really, I'm reminded how truly awesome my friends are and because it's probably the last photo taken of me with that hair. Aliens landed on Tuesday morning and replaced me with a Lady Gaga/Annie Lennox/Andy Warhol lookalike. I'm not yet sure what I think about it, except that a change is as good a rest and Hello New York, we shall be meeting soon!
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