so much to blog about, so little time.
i am insanely busy. therefore this week my blog-o-meter may rate somewhere between 'sporadic' and 'remember that chick la nadine who used to write that nadstown blog?'
cope.
the reasons for my current state of hecticness (its a word because i fucking say its a word) are threefold:
1) it is a very busy week in my office. this means i will have to do actual work for a change. thus i may not be so easily able to get away with blogging while everyone else around me is actually doing the jobs they are being paid to do. if only someone would pay me to write this crap, this would never be a problem.
2) some rude bitches showed up unannounced on saturday and surprised the bejeesus out of me on my "bonus birthday". and now they expect me to just drop everything and entertain them until they leave. sheesh! they think just because they flew all the way here just for me and made me feel all special and loved and tingly, they can thus place demands for attention on my precious time. well...THEY ARE RIGHT. from now on you can consider me ms fits' and fluffy's bitch. if you didn't already, that is.
3) today i am to become 'aunty la nadine' and everything i once believed to be important will cease to matter in the wake of my new newborn nephew's arrival.
i promise to blog about numbers 2 and 3 as soon as possible, provided that number 1 doesn't kill my soul and instill a morbid fear of computers deep within me.
but for now i will leave you with the thoughts below, to ponder and critique in my potential absence.
kisses.
x
REASONS WHY I AM ALL JIZZED-UP AND FLUSTERED OVER MY NEW PHYSIOTHERAPIST (WHO MAY JUST BE THE PERFECT MAN):
- strong hands. i have mentioned more than once before how these are a necessary component of any man's quest for my love and/or affection.
- during our first
- he blushed when i said i kinda would.
- then he blushed more when i took them off anyway.
- he commented on the beauty of my harlot red toenail polish.
- strong hands. STRONG FUCKING HANDS!
- he wants to see me "as often as possible", at those times most convenient for me.
- he says we can take things as slow as i need too because he is "really afraid of hurting" me.
- he is "determined" to help me learn to relax, and is "willing to do whatever it takes" to ease my tension.
- he seems to want to talk about me all the time. which is great, because i too want to talk about me all the time. we have so much in common.
- did i mention his STRONG HANDS?!?
is it wrong that while he is massaging my thighs for purely medical reasons, i am thinking: "yes, that's it, right there. fuck me dead that feels good. oh yes. oh yes. now higher, higher, HIGHER!!!"?
i really its hope not wrong.
because how can it be wrong when it feels so very, very right?
*books extra sessions*
*has cold shower*
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I feel it pertinent to mention here that for many years I thought the lyrics to Wham!'s "Young Guns" was
Young Guns
Having some fun
Crazy ladies keep 'em on the run.
Wise guys realize there's danger in emotional thighs.
It's not.
So good to see you. My cockles are still warm.
PS my link goes to some bitch called fluffu.
Wow, you mentioned me in your previous post. I'd be flattered if you weren't so bourgeois, materialistic, you didn't drink lattes and.....
Despite this I hope your new nephew helps combat the problems you are experiencing. I know that my nephew does. Below are listed some of the things I recommend you do with him based on my growing up in a large extended family:
1. Smell them. New baby smell is the best smell in the world.
2. Feel how soft the soles of their feet are.
3. Feel how soft their hair is (if they have any)
4. Look at how small their fingernails and toenails are.
5. Look at how faint their eyebrows and eyelashes are (in most cases)
6. In the first few days/weeks when they sleep most of the time, look at them trying to focus on you when they are awake
7. Nurse them to sleep in your arms and then watch them sleep. There is nothing quite so tranquil.
When they are a bit older:
8. Make them smile. Especially when it is a big smile across their whole face.
9. Make them "talk" to you with goos and gaas.
10. Watch them eat solids for the first time and see the expression they pull on their face (babies have about 4 times the number of tastebuds an adult has, and as such the taste of food is much more intense).
11. Give them a couple of raspberries on the neck, then pretend you are going to do it again and watch them screw up their face in anticipation.
12. Watch them put their foot in their mouth.
13. Watch them splash around in the bath.
14. Make them laugh so that it ends with what can only be described as a high pitched sigh (you will know what I mean when it happens)
I could go on, but I better stop lest people start whingeing about the post (I am sure somebody will anyway).
Oh, and I have a confession to make. I was the balding barman without any front teeth. And yes I did take your make-up and yes I have been using it.
ah dinkle, so excited at the thought of the babe - sending your fam all my lovin'. xx
This is getting serious. I'm obsessed with your blog. I have a lot of time to kill at work and I find myself coming back to you more and more frequently.
Take this morning - I was going through your archives (oooh. sounds racey) and then had to go and actually do some work. But then I came back later and there was a new post. Is it sad to admit that it made my day? It is, isn't it?
Look. I want to stop. But I can't. You give blog real good.
But do you have strong hands Gregrock?
Alas! I have the slight and tender hands of a small child or perhaps some kind of mountain dwelling ape. I guess that's why I spend my time on the internet instead of chilling with ze laydees.
That was a lot to blogg about. Nicely said.
Reasons why I am not all jizzed up about my chiropractor and why he may not be the perfect man:
1. He is a woman
2. She cracks me nearly in half
3. She doesn't massage my thighs, not even when I ask her to.
That's all. She's actually making my neck better and has strong hands.
More importantly you is gonna be an aunty! Yey! Rock on in baby land. xxx
nads! give big hugs to your sis and bro (in law) and mum and fam! and YOUR NEW NEPHEW!!!!!! oh me oh my.
Xx
I'm that guy you said you wanted to get to know. Here's your chance, baby. Blog the shit out of me.
hmmm.
nommy - can i call you nommy? - i say i wanna get to know a lot of guys.
could you be more specific?
kidding.
welcome to blogland, sweet boy.
see you thursday.
x
Yeah, see you Thursday.
Now, if only you could persuade him to make house calls... puuuurrrfect
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