Photo Tag

Thanks Vanilla for giving me something to do.
The rules:
1. Go to the section of your computer where you store all of your photos.
2. Select the 6th folder.
3. Select the 6th photo from that folder.
4. Post and explain about that picture.
5. Tag 6 other people

My Photo
Is from a folder called "Artists/Artwork" and is full of images of people who's artistic talents I admire. It has inspirational pictures of Eddie Vedder, Zac de la Rocha, Alanis Morrisette, Frida Kahlo, Marchesa Casati, Anais Nin, Gustav Klimt, Elsa Shiaperalli, plus just pictures of spunks like Cameron Flowers, Mark Ruffolo and again Eddie Vedder!

Picture number 6 is of Frances Farmer. I picked up her biography "Will There Really Be a Morning" from a secondhand book shop on my first and only trip to Byron Bay. And from the sounds of it she had an incredibly tragic life. It's difficult to picture the groomed, sad, girl in the picture in a mental institution being thrown into ice baths and chewing holes right through her lips from the cold. She suffered through some really horrendous situation but still tried to keep hope and make the most of things. I used her picture as a colour study in painting when I was at Uni. I think she's incredibly beautiful.

I Tag LTWIS, Tiff, Ruth, St Clare, Elemental and Kim.

Never too old.

Weekend was great. Spent it in Cairns and had a night out clubbing for an old mate's 30th. It was really lovely to be out in town hanging out with friends, drinking and dancing, like old times (except now I check my phone every 5 minutes for missed calls from Nan and Pa's!)

Greg was a beautiful and attentive date. Last time we were out socialising I had to spell it out for him that you don't pull up a chair time and again next to some chick promoting herself as a pagan hedonist, who wants to get away with mass-murder and shag lots of old people when she finally makes it into a retirement home, or any other random chick for that matter when there's a seat empty near your woman! And what happened to the way we always presented ourselves as a united force (in my case -to be reckoned with!!), so no one would get the wrong idea or have an opinion that they could divide us? I never want that to change!

Maybe my message sunk in, or maybe I was just looking too irresistible for him, or maybe I was just too busy socialising myself to become worked up over who Greg was bumming cigarettes off every other moment he wasn't with me... Give me a break, I've already admitted to being a jealous freak and a hypocrite... Doesn't really help when my man is the biggest head turner in the room who only began to realise his magnetism over woman once he'd already hooked up with me and after a whole adolescence spent feeling like the opposite to a ladies man.

Anyway I woke up with big inky patches all over myself from the stamps I was sporting on my wrists and wore them proudly all the next day. I even stayed sober enough to drive home. (Coz after much protesting some friends convinced my to start budgeting and my budget certainly doesn't include $20 taxi rides!!! Or too many expensive drinks!)

The only sad thing was one of us (I'm saying it was Greg) forgot to close up properly before we left on Friday night and a night tiger got in while we were gone and ate our beautiful budgies : (. First mission when we got home yesterday was to catch the bloody thing! I swear our eski has had more snakes in it then beers!

Check. Check.

Thanks to Facebook my blog has been very neglected but it was only going to be a matter of time before I could no longer ignore my invalid photo's and the disappearance of my trillion Hershey kisses. Greg has taken Anakin down to the boat ramp to catch some bait fish so I'm using the opportunity to try and keep myself distracted from the fact that it's croc infested down there, not very successfully obviously... That little boy is going to be into fishing, diving, rock climbing, exciting survival stuff ... he named his goldfish after Bear Grills... so I'm pretty sure I'm going to have to get use to these things...

I'm loving Greg's 4 day weeks. Every Friday during the slack he has an RDO, so it means sleep ins and big pancake breakfasts for all of us. Well except Izzy, he doesn't even live here anymore.. sob, sob! Actually it's strangely peaceful...

He only lasted a day in the Catholic school. He was stressed out and uptight about it, so on the second day instead of driving him up there to sort out his dismal locker situation, we busted him outta there completely. Stopped at Maccas for breaky and drove him straight to the local public high school, where he's been completely satisfied ever since. Thank the Lord! It was such a relief to me to get him settled in somewhere he's happy. Speaking of which he loves it over with his dad. He reckons he's actually got a life now and grumbles about having to spend time here at home. Little shit. They're a pretty good fit those two. Me and Izzy conflict a lot sometimes and stress each other out, which is really sad when you look at all his baby movies and see what a Mumma's boy he once was.

We'd been wrestling with the thought of selling the block and then we went for a swim out there (listen to me: "out there", "over there", "up there") last weekend and it was just that beautiful after the floods. The water was crystal clear and the sand all washed clean, total paradise. We just thought no way. Every now and again we just need a reminder that until Bub's in school and I get to work full time things are going to be a little stretched, but hey, it's all worth it.

Did you see that nasty piece of work on telle last night trying to convince parents to give newborns 4 hourly feeds in between 3 hour stints in the garden "and shut the door too - you don't need to hear their little noises", "and don't cuddle them while they're having a feed, you don't want them to get too cozy". What a friggin bitch!!