the furry 4 leg

the beep op the alarm rings into my dream.. 4:30am, holy hell i have only been asleep for 3hrs, how am i going to do this... note to self, if you get up now, i promise you can sleep this afternoon. get up, get up, GET UP! , i roll out of bed, my eye lids are glued shut. i peer them open and look in the mirror, there is no rational explanation as to why i do this... i have been doing it for a year and a bit.

Turns out, i got out the wrong side of the bed this morning..

i wanted to physically move a Audi this morning...... to the parking bay next door, i am fuming , shit, it's just before 5am how do you fume at this time of the morning. i park here! should i pee here so you can park next door , how do you mark a parking bay , short of spray painting your name on the tar!

the gym management ( or mismanagement as i prefer to call them) forgot that people that are physically active at 5 am , prefer to have cold water from the water cooler , instead of i don't know... WARM WATER!. the conversation went something like this:
" excuse me , the water in the cooler is warm"

the most intelligent answer he could come up with " eish"

oh happy days

" what should i do ?"

" eish , i don't know" .. a hour later I realised, i should have stayed in bed.

I am not a morning person, i stumble back home, very grumpy and exhausted ,determined to get back in bed and get out the other side, to find my furry 4 leg in the kitchen, hey, mommy she purrs.....

the grumpiness seep from me, she rubs her head against me and i realise the day has just gotten off to a great start.


Puuurrrrrrrrfffect

the safety net

My sisters keeper, i am always wiping away tears, mending her broken heart and doing the hospital run. What is the roll of her other half, oh let me guess... hmmmm to roll out of bed in the morning and climb into her self esteem, wonderful, what else could a wife ask for.

She is a kept woman in the true sense of the word,never leaving the house, living in a bricked jail, waiting for her capture to come home.

I dried tears again this morning, for the very last time, i cannot see her fall apart like this over and over again.

I needed reinforcements from the very person that unintentionally planted a seed... a "mighty men" seed. When you initiate something and it goes pear shaped, i believe it is your responsibility to sort it out, to explain where the message went gagga...... to clarify what "mighty men" actually mean. ( or should mean)

i forced my fingers to dial the number, i licked the last of the rescue drops out of the bottle, i tried to remain calm, gave a clear and definite message.... Houston we have a problem, the space shuttle is about to explode and the extinguisher is malfunctioning.

I hang up with a promise that he will clarify the message about how exactly "men" are suppose to me "mighty".

over and out

Thanks dad...

wooooppppeeee, i have a blog, i thought it is something from the stork ad " oh my son created a blog for me , now i can pour all my thoughts into it" uh.. like the latest scone recipe...

Apparently, i have been wrong, every tom, dick and harry's wife has a blog these days so now i am part of the blogging nation.

so, here you will find, the uncut raw truth about everyday stuff, no rose colored glasses here, plain and simple the way it is.