OMG that goes grey too?

Now I’m sure you’re thinking ohhh good lord she’s going to talk about pubic hair isn’t she? Well no I’m not going to talk about pubes cause if you didn’t know that gem of a brunette’s decay, then you’ve packed your bags and moved to Egypt, cause you’re in denial or you’re young or a blonde that doesn’t have to worry about it and honestly, I hate you right now. But mostly the fact about grey pubes is that at my stage of the game is that if  and I mean if :

a) actually do feel like hopping on the good foot    AND

b) have mentally gotten past all the stretch marks and wobbly bits

...then clearly I am far too drunk to give a rats about grey pubes!

No, what shocked the crap out of me in the going grey department, was grey in my eyebrows!  Now going grey really does my head in.  It's not like I’m not a vain person, well I thought I wasn’t until I started getting grey hairs…  But now at least once a day, you can catch me at the mirror with a pair of tweezers, systematically going through my hair on a 'grey hair witch hunt'. 

 

Mind you, should my grey hair congregate in one neat little patch near the front left of my hairline like Polgara from the David Eddings books, I would totally be jiggy with that, cause she was cool and not mention, a kick arse powerful sorceress.

And at least for the most part, turning grey is a respected transition from the maiden to the crone with the implication of achieved wisdom but grey eyebrows?  They just make me simply think of Santa – a fat guy with bad fashion sense that you see once a year, who goes about buying your affection with the promise of gifts.

Grey hair in your eyebrows is a crime against humanity and dragons alike I tell you!

Hunting pride

As you may previously read, I am waging war on the cockroaches that have in their infinite wisdom decided adopt the “mi casa es su casa” philosophy and make my place their damn home.  So in a recent midnight rampage after seeing just one too many of their kindred in the kitchen, I moved, dismantled, swore at, then cleaned, sprayed and baited everything.  I was so enraged and determined to put this to an end.

I kid you not, within 24hrs, I was seeing the fruits of may lunatic like labours.  Those dirty like critters were staggering like drunks out of a bar.  And every time I saw one, I pounced with glee upon it ‘passing it over to it’s maker’ I even took sick delight when I noticed if it was carrying an egg sack – felt like I got a 2 for 1 deal  mawahahaha…

But my greatest joy came from seeing my 2 yr old hatchling stomp on one and exclaim in an unnecessarily loud voice “I got it!” “Look mummy, look”

Yes sweety you did and mummy is so so proud of her little huntress  :o)

It's alive...

Like Mary Shelly’s Frankenstein, my poor little pc has been pieced together from different bits and pieces and miraculously brought back to life (thanks techo Dad). I tell you this for 2 reasons :
1) to explain my absence since my dramatic entrance into the blogging realms and
2) to share with you my shocking revelation that I’m a computer or ‘pooter’ as my 2yr old calls it, addict.

You see, the universes’ mysterious yet caustically humorous irony is not lost on this little dragon. No sooner than I start blogging and purging my vast array of thoughts into a word holding pen than my poor pc up and shits itself. Nothing fancy like a virus or corrupted files where I can’t do something here or there, no it’s a straight to the heart of the matter power failure – it would not even start. Now the irony lies in, no sooner do I start moving into the perception that I “NEED” my pc everyday rather than it being a resource in my home, than it’s taken away from me cold turkey. And bugger me if I didn’t drop straight into a deep ugly pointy withdrawal hell hole.

I grew up with my mother telling me I had to ‘be careful’ as I had my birth father's addictive personality trait, so I needless to say, I skated dangerously thin through all those experimental phases of youth - boys, drugs and drink but never, I mean NEVER did I think I would have to ‘be careful’ when it came to a computer. It's not like I do anything exciting like play online games, bet on the GG's or watch porn (honestly while very enjoyable, doodles are not in the slightest bit pretty, I do not wish to see them bouncing around my screen). I mean aside from checking emails, listening to itunes, internet banking, googling recipes, updating facebook, grocery shopping, instant messaging friends and this blog, that’s my sum total of pc usage. Ok now I’ve written that, it’s not as minimal as I originally thought… but none the less, I by no means did not expect my reaction, nor my 2yr old’s and husband’s reaction to be what it was.

I – I felt lost, disconnected from the world and very frustrated not having instant 24/7 access / response / control of my world. I hated that my knee jerk action to resolve most situations was to use the computer.

My 2yr old - kept asking for the ‘pooter’ to watch the video of herself riding horse (repeatedly on loop) and would ask to find her a new pooter when it was explained that ours was broken. Now someone her age shouldn’t be concerned with such technology, it should be playing and causing mischief. Had I instilled my bad habit in her already?

My husband – well, he was glad. Yep, he told me how nice it was to not have to look at the back of my head. And wow, didn’t that just cut to the core of me….

So what now? Well I’m making a pact to this dragonwithin,

• the pc will not be turned on during the day unless all everyone is asleep to ensure my kids have my full focus
• if I need the pc for anything during the day, I will turn it on, do what I have to and turn it back off
• I will use my (new) ipod and speakers to listen to all my music rather than itunes
• I will fart arse around on the pc in my own time ie 10pm till dawn LOL
  

And while this little dragon doesn’t like limits, rules or boundaries (I have a nasty habit of breaking the aforementioned just for shits and giggles), an exercise in self discipline will not go astray!

Watch this space

No I haven't run off and joined the circus even though my ability to juggle kids, I'd be a shoe in. No, i've just encountered a small technical difficulty, namely my pc and finding time. Shocking I know, but never the less true!

Thankfully, a kind friend has lent me her netbook, but even that has it's downfalls :o)

So please continue to watch this space (and not the one between my ears where my brain resided before children), this dragon will be back in full swing quicker than you can explain to a toddler that f*#k is a bad word, yes Mummy shouldn't said it, no please don't repeat it, especially not in front of Nanna !!!