in praise of

1. funny, fabulous and ridiculously good-looking friends.
2. fantastic people that i get to work with. i mean, come on, i get paid to work with you? heh. i am one lucky youknowwhat.
3. the ability to laugh at oneself. in myself and others.
4. someone always just doing their best. mediocre is not applauded.
5. brave, brave, BRAVE women i know.
6. friends who deal with four-message long texts from me late at night and can still reply coherently with love, and friends who send those four-message long texts late at night.
7. people who see beyond themselves before they look back.
8. the vulnerable man
9. finding my classic memory card filled with the all-time classic playlist. so, really, im praising my own ability to get this feeling shaken off by a little of what we call traalaaalaaa
10. my daughter. who loves before she looks.
11. eternal hope.
12. the very little number of sleeps til i get some of my urban family home again.

speak soon blogginessness.

all that i am. all that i ever was. is here in your perfect eyes. they’re all  i can see.

for cam, on a tuesday

so ill spend all day working til my fingers bleed and my brain aches

masticating on life and

thinking, hoping, praying we make it through okay

i’m lightened by brilliant people and

laughter at the silliness at it all.

the telephone rings off it’s cradle and

i listen

and learn

and live through.

a maelstrom of over-information

grand plans that smack into the floor

egos that block the door.

i finally reach the finish line and

race to hold you in my arms.

At the end of the day,

when the dishes are done

the laundry hung

the bed made for the fifteenth time

yet another sticky mess cleaned from the walls…

you’re clean from your bath and

you ask for your favourite nightie

just as you fall asleep

you say

“i love you more than anything in the whole wide world. you are the most beautiful mama of ever”

it’s you that makes every moment worth it.

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imu.

no.

not emu.

no.

not emo.

imu.

it means

i miss you.

happy long weekend

my to do list:

1. Girlie shopping with Cam.

2. Do as little as possible.

3. Unplug self from gorgeous new little computah.

4. Try not to miss you as much as I am (this, as you know, is unlikely to happen so…)

5. play happy music

6. hope like hell the maid comes tomorrow or else…

7. i’ll be doing ironing. do let the fire brigade know to be on alert. i am not well-skilled in ironing. at all.

8. gardening.

9. it better be sunny days all the way.

10. not checking my emails every 4.2 seconds

11. trying not to imagine that armageddon will strike if i leave my inbox alone.

12. sleeping in. we like sleeping in.

goodnight for now.

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cause i havent done this for a while

so i thought id post some random poetry shiz. cause thats where all this brain activity came from originally, from what sarah calls the “book days”. wah. i still have those books, and no you can’t read them.

There is no noise with you
No wish to breathe or speak
No desire to move or will to walk

That weakness is not aloof
No demand for grand performance or track of scenery

That quiet is not stifling
It fills, grows and feels inbetween,

No jarring flash of light.

It is the early morning sunrise,
prodding at the birds to chirp.
Sleepiness within their wing,
they sing,
just for me.

It’s finishing my favourite book,
just before the dawn.

That silence does not haunt me
Nor turn me away to dark.

It sits within my head
And lives within my heart.

qotd

Lots of people want to ride with you in the limo, but what you want is someone who will take the bus with you when the limo breaks down.

random. but im thinking about you.

now that you’ve said that i’ve had that album on all day.

last night, as per received instruction, i put that track on and Cam and I danced around the lounge.

“i know you feel the same its evident in the way you smile when youre looking at me”

makes me think of you

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