Because I can ...

For the past week or so I've been meaning to bring this to your attention, just couldn't really figure out a way to put it with some of the other subjects I've posted. Granted, my time has been taken up with doing some damage control hereabouts so I'm sure I'll be forgiven for not bringing it up sooner lol. Karen McCullagh is a PhD researcher at CCSR, University of Manchester, England. She is sponsored by the ESRC and Office of the Information Commissioner, UK. Currently, Karen is in the process of exploring the privacy attitudes and expectations of the blogging community. Considering the uniqueness of this subject (and my love for the English lol), I felt it deserved a post of it's own. Karen took it upon herself to read my blog as well as make an informed and thoughtful comment based on what she'd learned whilst reading some archives, and well, that just gave me more reason to assist. It also served to remind me I had already started a draft about it, thu

I've always found there's something about a man that gets down and dirty. And I'm not talking about in the bedroom in this instance. I'm referring to the blue collar worker. In fact the same could be said for both genders. What man wouldn't like to see his woman with grease on her face, her body a bit on the sweaty and sticky side occasionally? Now, I don't expect every one to think that way. And I'm certainly not knocking the white collar workers...especially those that put on hardhats and toolbelts during the weekends lol. I'm merely saying that personally, I've a thing for the boys that earn their living by getting filthy and sweaty on a daily basis. I remember watching my (ex)husband years ago, working at his brother's timber yard. The kids were toddlers at the time and we'd decided to drop in for a quick visit and take him lunch. Before he'd noticed our arrival, I stood there watching his determination, the sweat trickling d

Right...now that Blogger has stopped poohing it's pants and some of the 'excitement' has settled down, it's time to get back to some kinda normal programme here. I had been thinking about writing a post about men and attraction etc, but with recent developments it completely ran in the opposite direction. No matter, I'm sure it'll surface again at some stage lol. ANYWAY....Guess what I've got?? Acutally, you don't have to guess, just check out the pic. So yes, the infamous parcel has arrived....been to the UK, and made it's way back to NZ. And thank goodness for that eh? Now we all know where Barnaby is, and we all know where the Bloggers Journal is. Jo, if you're going on holiday in the next few weeks, can you let me know? Cos I aint sending this baby back til I know for sure you're going to be there to receive it this time lol. *** There appears to be something going on at Blogrolling.com lately. Ever since I put that programme into play w

Thanks for your comments regarding the harmony in my home and the review on my previous post. You know I always appreciate your views and especially the support. My children also appreciate it....they both know that if I did not have you all to lean on, they'd be less or no children in this house by now lol. As some of you are aware my oldest son, took it upon himself to get involved. I had mentioned the review to him on the way to school that morning....I also explained what that website was about...noone submits their blog unless they're expecting to get torn apart in some way or other. Mind you, I have seen some rather favourable reviews on there, but I was under no illusion that mine was going to be amongst them. The biggest error I made that morning was saying the only thing that had stung a little was being called a bad mother. Being a mother is something I've always wanted to be. My boys are my lifeblood...which would also attribute to my recent thoughts of coming t

I got smacked...well actually I didn't, I got the boot...only the one, my other foot is still bare. Sometime around July/August I submitted my blog for a review at ITalk2Much . At the time I was looking for extra traffic to read the "2996" project I had just signed up with and was hoping to give it some extra advertising by getting more bloggers to participate in the 911 5th anniversary project. Anyway, it backfired, because I stupidly thought it might get reviewed in the next few days after submission...definitely wasn't thinking about that part of it. The blog traffic came pouring through last night...almost 2 months too late for my original intention. I certainly wasn't expecting a warm, fuzzy review...but if that's the way some people see me, then so be it. I won't be making excuses for my past when I went off the rails for a few months. It is what it is, I'm not proud of what I did but I won't lie about it either. I don't need to bri

Two days without the "30-Plus" pills so far. Finally got my period today (I just know you all wanted to know that) ...think it's only about 3 weeks late this time. That's pretty good considering it's usually about 3 months too late. Anyway, that's not what I was coming in here to tell you. I came here to vent and scream instead. But I've since calmed down, so I'm feeling less like a, well, screamer. I picked Ryan up from school today because it was raining. I didn't have to, but I chose to because I knew he would appreciate it. I only did what any other mum would do basically. It turns out it was a bad idea. Not only did I get saturated and blown about by the gale force winds, I found my son in a less than happy mood, with the look of thunder on his face. He'd had a bad day apparently...he spotted the car...got in...I took one look at the expression and asked "What's up hun?" ...his response was rude and disrespectful and had u

I've been told I need to write some kinda newsy update post, so you all know what I've been up to. To be honest, it's nothing particularly exciting so I was back to scraping around in the bottom of the barrel to find a subject. My past skanky-ness is apparently not the best way to go it seems...it makes me look..well, er, skanky. Not something I'm particularly proud of, but hey, they're all learning experiences...some more than others...and certainly some I could've done without. Anyway, on with the show. Here's the update: I just finished the pack of 30-plus pills, that are supposed to help with PMS. I have to say they weren't too bad really. I had no sore bits, no mood swings etc and in fact the only time I had even an inkling it was about to show up, was the day before. That's when I felt a bit weepy and low. So, all in all, bit of a win there ladies. But, I'm going to give them a break for a month....I have a feeling they were interfering w

Years ago when I was doing an amazingly good impersonation of a skanky ho, I met up with a chap and one thing led to another and into the bedroom we went. There were boxes of special sound equipment stacked up in two corners...a pile of newspapers in another...a corner filled with what could only have been dirty laundry, and the bed was a single mattress on the floor in the centre of the room. Before I stepped foot into this man's house I wondered what the hell I was doing. That was my conscience speaking. The whole place stunk of the fish he'd cooked the night before...it happens, I chose to get over that. The kitchen was filthy, dishes stacked on the bench, spilling over into the sink. I chose to be blind to that. He was a tall, good looking, son of a bitch, I was horny and ready to jump his bones...so the shallow skanky part of my mind told me loudly that's all I needed to focus on...although his hygiene or possible lack of it, was now taking up a large part of my though

I've been getting quite an education recently when it comes to music from the past. A friend of mine, has a major love and respect for Ian "Lemmy" Kilmister and anything to do with Motorhead. My friend is a musician. He's a bass player. He's been gigging for almost 28 years of his life. He's no longer gigging full time or touring and considering he's now 50 (apologies to Stones fans lol) he's thinking it could be time to retire from the rock scene. From very early on in his career and prior to it, he has had a love for just about anything that Motorhead have come out with. Not so much the later stuff, but when the band were in their original state. In my opinion, they're to be admired purely for managing to make so much noise for just three people lol. Motorhead being unpretentious rock with no bells and whistles, was spot on for him. In his younger days he studied them...and as his music career unfolded he imitated some of what he saw (sma

Last week Dr Andrew at To Love Honor and Dismay asked his faithful readers about Weapons of Mass Seduction (how clever are those names??). He linked this article from the CBC news website and asked his readers for their thoughts. I read...tried to write a comment...went back and read again...had a think...tried to write another comment....and found I'd basically written an essay before hitting publish. Eventually, I chose not to post it, but to bring it here for you to have a chance to give your thoughts on it, and perhaps contribute to the good doctor's site yourself. It's certainly an interesting article to read. I can see the merits of this Sinulator thing being used by those away from their loved ones for long lengths of time. I guess one of the main issues is the use of imagination coupled with the 'mechanical' stimulation and whether it works for both parties. I won't deny I'm pro-phone-internet-sex from way back...what would be the point anyway? mo

...when you have a keyring that states "Food has replaced sex in my life so I can't even get into my own pants", you better make sure you always know where your keys are; ...that collecting said keys from the coffee shop amid the chuckles of the kitchen staff does not a proud woman make; ...that at cruicial moments Bob can and will die without warning (@#$%$!); ...CPR is not an option in such circumstances...when Bob's dead, Bob's dead; ...saying I always wake around 6am regardless of what time I go to bed...and then waking up on Sunday morning at 10am, proves once again I'm full of shit; ...I can't drink and stay out late now without being slow and uncoordinated the following day; ...that when I actually wake with a hangover, it's always to a gloriously sunny day after stormy weather all week and I have heaps of washing to do....unfortunately, just moving my eyeballs involves major effort; ...that when I'm feeling out of sorts and a little down

*ring ring* "I'm stuck in fucking traffic...some fucker's gone and had a fucking accident and I don't think I'll be able to make it for lunch...bastard!" "I'm sure they didn't do it on purpose, don't worry about it, we can catch up again next time you're down" "Yeah but fuck...this is very fucking annoying and I..." "Steve! Stop winding yourself up, just wait it out...it won't take forever you know." My mate Steve lives almost 3 hours drive away from me. We don't get to see each other often but catch up with the occasional phone call. Let me tell you very briefly how I met Steve. I ran into him on one of those late night chat phone lines. I wrote about this some time ago...so I'm not going into the details of that now, nor justifying what the hell I was doing ringing one of those things in the first place. It is what it is (or more importantly, was ). I can't possibly regret that chapter of m

The mist is so thick outside, it's practically like walking through clouds. I love this kind of day, but only if I don't have to go out in it. It means a frizzy hair day for me. My hair hardly needs any extra help to piss me off. Thanks Mother Nature! At work there were only ugly biscuits available for morning tea. These biscuits consist of anything that's basically good for us. If you like bran, wheatmeal or anything that resembles kibble stuck in your teeth, then yay for you...but nay for me...those are definitely crap ass goods. The parcel I sent over to the UK has still not arrived. Barnaby Bear should be safely in the clutches of Jo (and her previous class!)...accompanied by the Bloggers' Journal and other goodies for Jo (and her previous class!). I posted it on the 6th of June. I don't know who's responsible for this, the NZ Post, or the UK Post...I just know I was the last one to touch it..the pressure of that alone has been getting to me. We're