Hey Little Boy! It’s all over for you! Da do do!

It’s not often that I’ve met someone that I wanted to get to know better.  In fact it’s happened so rarely over the last few years, that if I’m honest, I think there’s maybe been all of  three new friends over that entire time.  It’s not that I’m going out of my way not to meet new people, it’s just that I love the friends I have and feel no driving need to expand my circle of acqaintance.  Maybe it’s got something to do with being in the SCA and having a rather extended social network of some several hundred people…  you tend to just get to know the old friends you had better?!?!  I dont know.  Whatever it is, It’s strange how we let some people into our weird little worlds, while others we seem to have around more like fringe dwellers, and yet others again that we flatly refuse to allow to see anything of our real selves!!

In some ways I think I must be the most dreadful stick in the mud… I’ve certainly been told (more than once) that I come off as aloof or even stuck up based on the fact that I’m not terribly outgoing, and often not overly social with people I don’t know.  It’s a bad habit, I know… a really bad habit.  And I also know that I should probably (in the interests of self improvement of course) attempt to remedy this, but…. there’s generally little of no motivation on that front.  I count myself very fortunate to have some truly  wonderful and amazingly genuine people in my life, people who I love and who variously enrich my life.  And doubly lucky that even most of my dearest friends aren’t hugely high maintenance or demanding!  I guess when it ain’t broke you don’t tend to look to fixing it.  Maybe it’s because I don’t feel an absence of friends, that I don’t seek out new friendships?!??! 

 Anyway, I’ve totally gone off on a tangent here…

When I started working recently, I’m suddenly surrounded by a whole gaggle of new people to include amongst those whom I might recognize as acquaintances.  Of the thirty people I trained with, and another forty to fifty or so people who I’ve met that were already there… I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised to find at least one person whom I feel sufficiently intellectually attracted to, that I should want to get to know them better!!!!  But I was a bit.  Unexpected perk I guess…. so far proving lots of fun…. gotta love that getting to know you banter… but I had forgotten what a minefield it can be!

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News flash…

What an absolute classic!  All news should be this amusing….. just a shame there was no picture!  🙂

Israeli ambassador found naked, drunk on city street

Israel has recalled its ambassador to El Salvador after he was found on the streets of the capital drunk and naked apart from bondage gear.  Police in San Salvador found Tzuriel Refael in a street near the Israeli embassy.

He was drunk, his hands were bound and he was only able to identify himself after a rubber ball was removed from his mouth.  An Israeli Foreign Ministry official has described the ambassador’s behaviour as an unprecedented embarrassment.

He has been recalled to Israel immediately.San Salvador was Mr Refael’s first posting as ambassador, after he was promoted last year from a technical position in the Foreign Ministry.

The scandal has led to renewed criticism over the way Israel selects its diplomats.


Last Update:
Tuesday, March 13, 2007. 8:00am (AEDT)
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Mysterious Quote

I keep having this quote flash through my mind lately.  I have no idea where it came from and don’t know how it got in there. but for some reason about this sentiment keeps creeping into my consciousness of late.   Which no doubt is very deep and meaningful, but I’m too tired to assess that right now.

Additionally, I can’t for the life of me remember who said it… a quick Google turned up nothing….  I can’ t seem to find who the author is, or what it was in reference to (could be because it’s so damn late and I’ve done a slap dash job of trying to find it… might have another look tomorrow). 

’tis tomorrow….  13/03/07  14.20
    I did managed to have another search for that quote this morning, and discovered it was Martin Luther King Jnr, which throws a whole new light onto the context and intention of the expression.  Amazing how the meaning alters so much when you know who said it……  suddenly my picture seems kinda disrespectful*

*note that I left it here anyway 😛

Femme-asculation

Ever since I started this job, I’m finding I dont have time for the things I used to do… the things I have to around here… the things that wont get done if I dont do them type jobs…. like groceries, dusting, cleaning, washing, paying bills, cleaning up, folding laundry, cooking,… and the rest of that never ending damn list of home ownership/ home management type stuff.  No time!  And even less inclination!

And then there’s personal things I want to do …like the little girlie maintenance type stuff like….getting a leg wax, or time to get my nails done.  And I’m not even a particularly high maintenance girlie… i’ve never had a facial, dont go in for eyebrow waxing and tinting, never had a body polish or skin treatment and all that other nonsense… hell I haven’t even been to a hairdresser since 1995!!!

I’m only thinking about it, because I want to get my nails done tomorrow, and I can see it just wont happen in amongst the fixing school lunches, wasting time dealing with the health insurance company, cleaning the kitchen, taking Angel to school, harassing the travel agent, picking up some prescriptions, folding the laundry and going to work at 12pm.  I know the smart thing to do would be to forget about manicures altogether….. but I dont want to.

It sounds ridiculous to me when I say it out loud, but… having lovely manicured hands makes me feel feminine… which is no small feat for someone who’s been dealing with hideous emotional effects of infertility for the last seven years.  I dont think there’s a female equivalent of the term – emasculation – but that is how it feels… like I’m not truly womanly, not really feminine…. like I’m a failure as a woman somehow.  I know, it sounds stupid to think that nice nails can help counterbalance all that baggage, …  but there you have it – here’s me… hair down to my waist, DDs, often wearing brighter pink than should be legal… and all the while acutely (and painfully) aware that I’m not as womanly and feminine as fertile women, and it affects me in a way that is hard to ignore.  Which then flows on to affect your sense of your sexuality and then all sorts of other psycho-babble bullshit comes into play.

Or maybe it’s none of that stuff and it’s just cos of my ‘thing” for hands… Shrug…. I dont know.  Either way, I seem to have bundled all this stuff together, focused it on the one thing that noticeably makes me feel less femme-asculated (well you find a term that’s a feminine equivalent for ’emasculation’).   And now it’s all typed out the whole thing seems even more ludicrous then it does in my head.  😐

But… ludicrous or not…. all this is underlying why I  want to keep my manicured nails…. but God knows how I’m going to find the time!  🙁
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Ebay II

A little while back down I scribbed something about how my I had my sister’s ebay login saved on my computer and about how I added a bunch of strange stuff to BigSal’s ebay watch list.  Anyway I was looking around today for a My Life With the Thrill Kill Kult CD online, and having no success, I tried Ebay and stumbled on … you’ll never believe it.., a pair of diamante encrusted handcuffs.  Now who do you suppose has a use for such a thing, being neither totally utilitarian nor entirly ornamental?  As it is, they seem to be of such cheap and nasty origin, that no doubt they dont serve either discipline particularly well… So, having discovered something so deliciously tacky… I naturally I thought I’d better check to see if BigSal had finally changed her Ebay password… nope !!!  Does she never learn???

Took me all of 2.3 minutes to find some more strange stuff to add to her Ebay watch list, (there’s hours of entertainment in this i”m sure of it 🙂  If any has some links to some truly bizarre Ebay offerings, make sure you send me a link… this time round, I’ve added the aforementioned cheap and nasty diamante encrusted handcuffs, a fairy floss maker, a tin of apple tea and a book of macrame patterns :)…..  wonder how much crap I can post in there before she finally changes her password !!!


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