I Want To Know...

I was browsing the Internet the other night when I came across an article that had a suggestion to write about what you don't know and want to know rather than what you do. At first I was a little confused, how can you write about a topic you know nothing of? So I started thinking, ok then well what do I want to know? One by one I started writing down all the things I want to know trying to stick to the simple things and within a couple of minutes I had a page long list.

1. I want to know what job is me, that one thing I'm good at and will thrive and enjoy doing.

2. I want to be able to be computer and Internet savvy, and I'm not just talking about a simple word document. Spending hours on my blog trying to figure out the HTML and other codes showed me how much I have fallen behind. Can someone who knows nothing do a computer course with any hope of passing?

3. I want to know what even a quarter of the foods are they use on the cooking shows, and be able to cook a range of different meals.

4. I want to know where I'll be in 10 years or even 5 would be good. I know that could change my future me knowing, but id like to know I'm on the right path.

5. I want to know what is the purpose of life. I once read a poster in the dentist saying "We are born fragile, needy and with no teeth. We get older, live our lives and grow dependence. We get older become fragile again  and our teeth fall out. We are back to square one in so many forms." This really shocked me being in a dentist, but it really made me think and obviously stuck with me. What is the purpose of life, why are we here?

6. I want to know what you are REALLY thinking, rather than what you SAY you are.

7. I want to know what I really want, deep down inside. That would be definitely helpful. No one is 100% sure of everything.

8. I want to know how to drive a manual car - without my husband teaching me and us ending up divorced. The last and first time I drive a manual car I was to scared to remove my foot from the break or clutch in case the car moved.

9.I want to know how some parents can walk away leaving their children behind and go on living their lives as if nothing has happened. Are they riddled with guilt or wonder every second of the day?

10.I want to know why friends are so quick to stab each other in the back, don't they want friends? Or are they happy or prefer to have their lives filled with dramas and untrustworthy people?

11.I want to know why the government won't cover basic dental under a bulk billing system? Doesn't have to be anything fancy, even filling and extractions would help so many people out. Teeth are also an important part of health and so many people suffer in awful silence because they simply cant afford a dentist bill. The public systems are a joke with people spending years on the waiting list and not everyone is allowed to use it.

12. I want to know if we are truly at peace when we die? While some people believe it to be so, others just hope. No one truly knows until the time has come.

13. I want to know if the kids get sick of fighting with me every morning before school over the same things... Without fail! Eating breakfast, putting their shoes on and packing their lunch. It is after all 5 out of 7 days a week and yet it's morning routine.

14. I want to know if psychics are truly real and can see the visions they claim to see. While some people swear they have a special ability, until I see a psychic work their magic on myself, then I will never be satisfied.



"I'm trying to sleep here!"..
 

15. I want to know what our dogs and cat think. I'd love to know if my cat knows cuddles are a sign of love, or what the dog thinks when we walk him or put his food dish down. What they are thinking when they give me the unapproved look of not being allowed in or outside the house, or when they look so adorable trying to sleep that I have to wake them up with snuggles.While of course animals have ways of showing us they care, but to know exactly what they thought would be fascinating.


What do you want to know?

Counting Sheep

The other day my 7 year old son was talking about sleeping. He told me he was counting sheep to help himself get to sleep, but it didn’t work.

I laughed as this isn’t something I pictured him doing, wasn’t even aware he had heard about counting sheep. But I couldn’t help resist ask him why it didn’t work. “They just went away” he said. I giggled but then it got me thinking.

Does this method really work? How can you possibly lay there and imagine sheep to put you to sleep? So I researched exactly what it was all about

The whole aim to counting sheep while you are trying to sleep is to keep your mind from wondering and thinking about other things. Most of us head to bed with the intention to go to sleep, but then find ourselves wondering about the things we have or haven’t done. So apparently this method is basically to keep us focused on one thing and eventually bored or relax us into a sleep.

So then bedtime came…

I had forgotten all about the counting sheep conversation. I climbed into bed and found myself as usual wide awake staring at the dark room, tapping my fingers. Despite going to bed because I was tired, I simply couldn’t sleep. Then I remembered about the counting sheep idea. So I figured I might try it.

I laid there, eyes closed, its quiet and trying to relax. I start imagining sheep jumping over this little white picket fence. 1, 2, 3, 4, and then next minute I’m up to 28.

How many of these sheep are you supposed to count before you finally go to sleep???

Not only counting up to 28 but somehow my cute little white sheep that were jumping over this white picket fence, have turned into blue Lego looking block sheep. Don’t ask me how, but that’s what I ended up imagining after about 20 or so, I suddenly realised this wasn’t going anywhere.

So I have given up on counting sheep when I go to bed, and for me…Definitely didn’t work. I told my son that it didn't work for me either, and that my sheep had turned into blue Lego sheep. He just looked at me weird and said "What?".. As in I had just said the most horrid thing ever to him.

 

 

The Elderly Gentleman

Dear Sir,

What usually would have been a normal fish and chip run turned out to be a heart moving moment. I must say I was truly shocked and moved by your offer to carry my food to my car, as you seem I had my hands full with my children. The fact that you were easily over 80, used a cane to walk and still had trouble doing so, showed me how kind hearted and genuine you are.

Not only did you offer to help me with the load but a couple of minutes prior to that you offered for my son to sit on the last chair while you stood and held the door open for me. While your gestures to help were only simple and no doubt just manners to you, they meant a lot more than that to me. To put your own comfort and food aside to help someone 50 years younger than you was unbelievable and should have been the other way around with us assisting you.

To this day as you can tell this meant a great deal to me and I will not forget the it. There should be more people in this world such as yourself.

Thank you for your kindness, I wish you well.

 

 

Dear My Three Adorable....Children,

Dear My Three Adorable..... Children,

The day each of you was born gave me such happiness and changed the world instantly around me. Each day you make me laugh, continue to amaze me and I watch you grow up a little more each day. I see you trying new things, I see you learning new things, I see you fighting with each other and then I see you work it out.

You tell me stories of stuff you remember from years ago yet I watch you struggle each morning to get ready for school, especially on the days we are already late. You forget to hang up your towels twice a day, forget to empty your lunch boxes each afternoon, forget to put your shoes on the rack as you walk right past it, and you forget each day that you aren't supposed to wake up at crazy dark times let alone be fighting or waking the neighbours.

I am still trying working out how when I ask you about these things you suddenly remember, almost as if you are waiting for me to tell you to do it but trying to prolong the inevitable or should I say trying to get away with not doing it at all. It’s at times like these I start to wonder if you like the sound of my voice, or maybe you are trying to see how long it takes me to lose it? The mental stare down challenge over hanging the towel up and eating our breakfast!

You fight and stir each other until that person has enough, to which you all then come running and screaming “MUUUUUMMMM!” Five minutes later the tables have turned and it is a different child running and screaming at me.  Do you do this for kicks? Ten minutes after that nothing… everyone quiet as in someone has turned off the switch. Did I miss the on/off switch and have been doing the hard yards for all these years? Might as well ask while I’m here, did you come with an instruction manual to that is no doubt hidden from me.

So this is my question to you, my dear sweet children! Do you wake up each morning n have some kind of bet as to which kid can drive me the most crazy? Or maybe even on the odd days, drive each other nutters?  Do you wager cookies on it or something?

Feel free to share this with your MOTHER!

Dear Mr Bank Man

I've been thinking about you for a while now and let me say I'm not happy. I think something needs to be done and loaning laws/rules rewrote, instead of only helping greedy people stay greedy.

To put it shortly, I let you keep my money until I need it and in return for me letting you spend it elsewhere until I want it you give me interest. When the time comes I need to borrow some extra money, you will give me someone else's money and charge me interest until I pay it all back. I'm fine with that, but this leads me to my next question.

In the event I wanted to borrow the money to buy a house you would collect all my financial information and see how much I could afford to pay back. I want to know why you don't take the current persons rent into any consideration at all? You can see with the rent being paid each week plus saving extra money they could easily afford to pay off a mortgage. The problem lies in not being about to pay rent and save the weekly house payment which equals double the mortgage payment in most cases.  

Why don't you take the current rent or at least some of it into consideration? Is this a scam to try and stop people borrowing money? To slow people down while you lend their money out elsewhere, or are people that selfish they enjoy watching people struggle unnecessarily when they don’t need to or wouldn’t with normal repayments. Not only is that already a crappy system but also now that living expenses have risen so much it is nearly impossible to save as well as paying such high rent. Top Dogs sit at the top, and stay there while the bottom dogs struggle and always will...

Dear Mr Post Man

Dear Mr Postman,
This love hate relationship we have, just isn't right. You make me super happy one minute then sad the next. After putting much thought into this, I feel we need to come to some soft of arrangement. Does only seem fair since I pay for the deliveries and you deliver them, that we should split it down the middle. So in aid of keeping my end of the bargain, I've decided you can keep the free stuff. I’ll keep the parcels I have previously paid for and you can keep anything else. I've never really liked the name bill and it’s definitely more a man’s type of name so figured you'd be happy. I mean you wouldn't be very happy with pink brushes and children's alphabet books, but at least you will have bill.
I'm glad we finally sorted this out, but before I go I have one more question. Where does all the mail go that doesn't get delivered? I've heard it goes to a lost and found room but that would have been beyond full years ago. Are you secretly keeping the stash?

Dear Santa,

Santa, we need to have words...

Over the years I have aided my children write you letters, email you, organized email addresses, sent you photos and bought the kids presents on your behalf because you forgot. I have never asked for anything for myself, always made sure I sent off each and every letter and email, made sure the kids answered the phone when you called n yet still nothing!

I know your pretty old, said to be around since 1881, but with all the traveling you do, you'd think you could have at least written me a letter or sent me a postcard of your journeys. Sometimes I am tempted just to stick a letter in the mailbox addressed to Santa with my return address and see what happens.

Not only at Christmas am I swarmed with questions asking all about you, but also throughout the year. I have assured the children that you will find them on Christmas Eve while they are visiting family, I have stood on unbiased ground when it was suggested your relationship with Mrs Claus was a fake and that is why you have no children. I have defended you when my 8 year old son said you smell like dog poo because you wear the same clothes every single day and I have kept your Christmas Spirit alive when the kids have come home from school and an older kid is being a shit and trying to tell them lies.

Don't worry you are not alone, the Tooth Fairy hasn't been pulling her weight either and forgot to come the other night. We put it down to she was to short and must not have been able to reach the cup. Either that or maybe you have all gone on strike together.

So my question Santa, I think is fair and just, that I have earned it. My question is not how you get into houses with no chimney, it's not how your reindeers fly and survive the heat, it's not how do you have time to visit every boy and girl on Christmas Eve, or why you always leave such a mess with the cookies and milk. My question to you Santa, is where is my dam letter?

Introduction...Check!

Figured that since this was my first blog post I should do some form or introductory post. The problem is, I spent so long setting up the page, my already 'about me' page, among other things, I really am gah now. I decided to be lazy and just list some random things about myself so I feel I am then able to jump into my posting and be completely random as I love to be.

I love Cats. I think we share the same personality, Spicy, lazy, curious, affectionate and all round bitchy. I especially love cats with the squashed up angry face, I can’t help but think of pink and the brain... “Trying to take over the world!”

I like to be creative and make a lot of homemade crafts although sometimes I start something and it turns into the “sit on the shelf” idea for the next 6 months. Now just need to find something that is worth the time and effort to sell at the markets, and no I don’t knit!

I would love to have a shed or room that is all mine to do whatever I want to it, paint, decorate and hang stuff galore. Oh Oh and organise how I want it and it WILL stay that way to.

I have Strict Food Rules, can’t let sauce touch eggs kind of rules.

I am a romantic at heart, nothing beats romance and things that make you go awww!

My ultimate job would be a Writer, Dancer, Singer, Artist, or own my own retail business. I’d like to think at least one of them is going to happen sometimes in my life.

I love chocolate, almost every type id say, just don’t love that it makes me fatter.

I never turn off, unless I’m super drunk and passed out I suppose.

I only found out about 6 months ago you didn’t need a rooster to get an egg. I thought you know “Girl plus the Boy = Baby/egg”… apparently not.

I love hands; I don’t know why I just think there is something special about them.

I love black and white photos; I think they tell a story.

I think everything has a spot, even if it isn’t there at the end of the day it has a spot. So put it back where you got it!

My favourite YouTube site is “Just for laughs”. A television series based on pranking random strangers.

My favourite Series is “Mrs Browns Boys”, if you haven’t seen either of these two, then you ARE missing out. Tears falling down your cheeks kind of funny.

I proposed to my boyfriend rather than the other way around, nothing like breaking tradition. If you want it, go and get it! And Booya! He said yes.

I dance around with my dog B, yes he totally loves it.

I love to op shop! If you know where and what to look for, so many bargains to be found and either kept or resold to make a profit.

Til next time!