twelve things that make me proud to be your mama

1. The way you say “awesome”.

2. The way you dance and spin without abandon.

3. The way you sing when you’re happy and you don’t even know it.

4. Your genetically-inspired and now augmented addiction to chocolate milk.

5. The fact that you snort when you laugh.

6. The way that you laugh whenever you find something funny. You’re not afraid to be happy.

7. The way that you tell me when you’re sad, or you’re missing someone. You’re not afraid to be sad.

8. That one night when you were littler, Will and I asked you, ‘who is your favourite person, Cameron?’ and you pointed to yourself and said ‘me!’

9. That you know that C is ‘our letter’, for your name and mine.

10. That when we’re lying on the couch watching something (current addictions: powerpuff girls and strawberry shortcake), you always hold my hand and tell me to watch when you know there’s a funny or exciting part coming up.

11. Your anal retentiveness. ‘No, mommy, it does not go that way. Clean up properly’, you say. Again, you get this from both your parents.

12. The fact that you exist.

I love you Cameron-macaroni-pie. You who is never afraid to love. That once your shyness ebbs, you embrace a person without boundary, and love without fear.

I love you.

IATA

I Am The Awesome.

Happy Friday.

And Happy Halloween. Now leave the witches alone.

(just for good measure, wordpress tells me that, today, i have 666 total comments. good way to celebrate Halloween!)

Which I now take as proof that SheBee is right. Satan IS indeed my homeboy. Now all of you shoosh, have a nice weekend and don’t forget to wax, yo.

=)

my tweet of the week

matthewerasmus: “its about time the world realised the awesomeness of Cath!!”

=)

underneath the desk i have a very full life.

I awoke at three am. the reasons for that are now inconsequential but it did lead me to a good place – A sunny morning, with Cameron dancing in a pretty dress and telling me how she loved me so much.

Sue arrives in three weeks time. I am so excited for this and am writing an itinerary for it. Woot! Which will, of course, be disseminated, perused and giggled over. Hehe.

My daughter awes me with her big, big love.

My friends stop and fill my heart with their massive love. And their delivered-by-divine-hand liquorice and stars.

My person makes me smile just because he exists, and the million and one reasons beyond that.

Work is busy, but good. Fucking busy but good.

I never have quite told you about the Will and Grace anniversary. I’ll sum it up with this line: here’s to the next ten years.

I have yet to fill you in on how good it was to see the girls, laugh at our differences and samenesses and pop the balloons of life together. Always the trampoline-style smiling of familiarities and being frowned upon for our exuberance by tight-lipped frumps. Not much has changed amongst us, when you get to the core of the matter.

Coming soon, Cam and I will spend a day baking the family Christmas Cake with my mum. Never done that before and Cam is very excited. To be honest, so am I.

And lastly, because I know it will make my mum so proud, I include a transcript of a conversation from last night:

Me: Cameron, what do you want to be when you grow up?

Cam:  A ballet teacher.

=)

it’s random

it’s random. it’s bad quality because i used my ‘phone. but here’s a few weeks worth of random awesomeness.

here

Ten Years.

Dear Will

I have no other way to sum up these ten years except to say…

mondegreens/first aid kits exploding/dancing/R.E.M./and not getting enough R.E.M. sleep/i have a little small castle/there is a light upon my teats/it’s not the ***** talking but, i love you/tissues/leaving boys in the rain/leaving people standing in the road/intercontinental phonecalls when i still lived in the hood and you had blue hair/melissa etheridge is so gay/no, you’re more gay/come to my window/but watch because the candle holder will fall out of it/fishing me out of swimming pools/red tiered skirts/sponge bob square pants/mr delivery/whatever happened to your white lab coat/the cockroach in the fishtank/bjork duvet reenactments – bitch stole my idea/i’m in labour, you’re in australia/that cath is such a nice girl/you’re coming home, i don’t care how many cigarettes this takes/can you hear the drums fernandoooo/i hate ireland/gigantic fishbowls/you really need to get rid of the yellow tee/okay keep it. but, please, for the love of Krishna, get rid of the polka dot one, and that other one i don’t like to think about/look, we’ll just go for a little dance and be home before midnight/roti on the back seat/minerva in the front/one night you scared me totally with your singing and i still hate you for it because you rock so much more at it/but that’s why birds do it, bees do it, even educated fleas do it/olive oyl gets her arms from us/flailing/ugly cry/happy cry/blur’s you’re so great/i love your eyeliner/elbow through the window/i invade your house often and i would do it more/the human league’s don’t you want me baby/ if i could bring you a frond from every forest in the world, i would/the groc book/pron hangman/one day we will go to Paris, not Parys/we hate splashy fen/are you sure we aren’t twins/rendezvouses/bunking and drunking/email/spleenvent/i have new shoes let’s go out/your hair looks gorgeous/wear the little black number/why is it whenever you come over i’m always wearing a towel/shuttup, towel was never a fashion statement/yes, even when i had that halter dress/darling, can i borrow your stockings?/edward fucking monkton/the pig of happiness saved my life/shit i’m pregnant, phoning you/sleeping now/frond/mutual exes/house parties/lamps/resonation/ everyone has a paradigm, can i keep this one?/parenting by proxy/this is me selling my drama but you can have it for free/meringue/pina/the will and grace finale/monday night traditions/wild bean cafe karaoke/nine million bicycles and it’s a total bitch i have never learnt how to ride one/lost in tv/omg you know who pulp is/an ascending socialite/you wrote me a postcard when i was younger and i still have it/i have every email and letter/dancing on the roof/hi i’m dying please pick me up/no i want your new squeeze to do it/keep laughing because mascara runs and that shit’s expensive/pinata/you have a furry kiddy/you know the one i speak of/random dirty shoes that annoy us/boys who wash dishes/why is it that they get the sulks/take that – say no more/michael stipe and natalie merchant/all these modern things, like cars and such/say no more monamor/interprovincial dating/you don’t look happy/i’m not happy/let’s run away/no, let’s just stay here and make them run away/watching juno with your knees around your knees/the word guffaw/the word pong/beano annuals/jam butties/teesav shorts/you were rad when you were a teenager/you were even radder when you grew up/eternal date/no, you can’t buy my shoes/i hate dumb people/Mr Men/Bionic Six/He-Man and She-Ra will never get it on because he’s homo, yo/three candles for csj/i sent you flowers but they delivered them to my office the fuckers/hiding in the bathroom watching videos and ignoring everyone else/the bitter end/no brian molko is not all that hot/islands in the stream/you wear that polka dot shirt and ill wear the gold thing/poohing on a plane/the sydney opera house will never be the same again/everyone thinks we’re dating and we’re so not/i used to make you tapes and mail them to you/let’s get tattoos/blubbing as i type this/i’m sorry i spilt water on your FICA documents/nutella sandwiches/you wrote me a poem once called my grace/eric mccormack and debra horse messing are us even though we dress better/you are never allowed to leave the country without producing a return ticket/big gay suitcase/that doctor is hot, holy shit, i’m dying/holy shit, i’m alive/mullets, we had them/peering through the roses…i posted this old picture because you look divine even though you’re wearing pink and i look like an aged leper like always… =)

Thank you for ten years of the Will and Grace show. Happy Anniversary.

It’s not the blog talking but, I love you.

I tell the world I’m 35
Only you know the truth
I tell them all i’m happy
But only you have the proof
I tell myself I’ll fall in love
And not just fall on my face
But til then I’m living with hope and I’m living with Grace

I tell the world I’m 6′1″
And all you do is smile
I tell them all I’m playing the field
But you know that’s not my style
I tell myself I’ll find my way
Moving at my own pace
But til them I’m living with pride
And i’m living with Grace

Living with Grace, is never easy
But that’s not what life’s about
No matter where tommorrow sees me
I rather live with Grace than live without

I know that soon you’ll find someone
And vanish without a trace
But although I’m living alone
I’ll be living with Grace

Yes no matter, come what will
In my heart I’ll be living with Grace

Will and Grace – A Decade. Part 1

Once upon a time there was a girl with a curl

- Stop me if you’ve heard this one before -

This girl with a curl had a very good friend

A previous love curved far back into her annals of life

Embedded in her every day.

A previous love that fell in love with a man of a red horse

Coupled with a penchant for polka dots and fishnets

One day, these two lovers, they went away. Far away.

Travelled far to a country of green

And thus began the emails with which Will and Grace would vent their spleen.

One day over a bean bag, table of glee,

They sat and counted out smokes by three,

And so the merry man would return,

To the country to where they felt free.

He came home, A house went pron, and they got it on like a scone

(no, not THAT on)

We lit a lot of candles, danced a million nights away…

Then she got sprogged up and, let’s remember, he is gay.

(so, no, scotch that rumour…waha…)

And under a bright sun, and a night light of blue,

They did the big block, her and you.

Never throw your hand down, William.

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Nondumiso

Oh, yes, I never got to thank you for the twelve.

I asked a question to the world and you answered.

Thank you for the random twelve action, yet again.

We have arrived, indeed.

=)

the senses twelve

1. Watch: this

2. Feel: this

3. Think: positive thoughts and try not to dwell on things that I have no control over. I’ve never been able to control that shit anyway, or even been allowed an opinion. So I click my heels together three times, and think Dorothy-like thoughts. I have much better things to focus on, like:

4. Smile: at you from across the sea.

5. Smell: this that I am having for breakfast.

6. Touch: These keys through which the words transmogrify. Why is my f key sticky?

7. Doodle: new tattoo ideas.

8. Sing: this

9. Send blessings to: those people who have left us and their gorgeous children.

10. Step: out into the rain and do not fear getting my feet wet anymore.

11. Muse: upon letting go, letting in, my greatest friend understanding a three word text message and knowing that she gets it even though she’s far away.

12. Laugh: with my utterly gorgeous daughter over a funny story about a bunny rabbit.

My life. It’s sad and it’s happy and it’s grand and it’s simple and I love every moment of it.

So I shan’t apologise, ever, for my exuberance or my joy, or my frown or my worry.

It’s what I do, and it’s what keeps me going. Whether you like it or not, is not of consequence to me.

I’m lucky. I’m blessed. I am, very simply, still smiling.

And, I always remember, we’re here to dance. So, I’ll be dancing. =)