shit arse blogger. again.

Maybe that should say 'shitarse-d blogger' because here I am on a Friday night with 4 glasses of wine & 3 freddo frogs under my belt and finally blogging again.

It's funny this blogging thing - I read blogs all the time, about all sorts of shit (ALL sorts!) but until I'm half chopped after a long week, do I think that I actually have some of my own shit to write about that anyone would want to read.

Which probably says more about me, than this blogging thing.

Anyway, lots to talk about but nothing to talk about.

Kids - cute! But also really annoying.
Husband - annoying. But at times almost cute.
Work - just annoying.
Other stuff - what other stuff?

Will report back tomorrow when sober. Will need to be early.

[Posted with iBlogger from my iPad]

Happy Mother's Day!

11 Mother's Day later & I'm finally middle-aged enough for slippers AND pyjamas!

But still too selfish to share my lindt balls with them.

Hope you all got just as spoilt as me!

testing. times & this.

So this is a test of blogging via my phone.

It's also a test of my strength because I'm blogging in a hospital bed after having had surgery today - long, complicated story: was pregnant, now not, possibility of bigger and scarier problems.

I've generally been a believer in "good things happen to good people" but fuck me, these past few years have tested that theory well and truly.

But I refuse to believe that although I might not be funny these days, that I'm not good.

Sure I swear (including saying cunt) and I even swear at old ladies who steal my car park (including saying cunt) and I might secretly wish harm on someone who used to work for me and I might even forget to get anything in the post for Mothers Day, but I'm still good.

Fucking good even.

Mobile Blogging from here.

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[Posted with iBlogger from my iPhone]

Not funny.

Damn! I had a big post in my drafts folder updating you on the past 4 or 5 months but it's gone.
Which is a real shame because it was the funniest thing I've ever written. you'll
You'll just have to believe me though because right now I can't find any humour in anything.

Except for the beard my husband has grown over the long weekend.
Hilarious.

It's been a while (again) and I want to come back, I really do, but I never seem to have anything to write about myself or my kids or my even my arse, that I think you'd find even remotely interesting. And certainly not funny.

Life is incredibly stressful & busy with running the business, ear infections, throat infections, a seriously overgrown garden, dieting, not quite teenage hormones, a husband who never gets enough sex, a house that's too small for us and a cat who thinks he's a dog.

So busy but boring blog reading.

Like today, a rainy Wednesday of the school holidays and I'm at home with the resident 11 year old and his mate. Actually I've locked myself in my bedroom and left them alone downstairs. I can hear bullets being fired but I am guessing they're on screen ones and not real life.

I probably should check, shouldn't I?

But what is there to write about?
The jeans shopping we just did - "mum, no offense but you don't know what's cool". (Oh, how could I possibly be offended?)
The $30 the local bakery fleeced me for the lunch for the two of them? ($30! I know!)
How "gay" that Taio Cruz song is? (Umm, who? Does Tom Cruise go by a Spanish name now?)

See, nothing.