Bugs

I hate bugs.

I understand that they are important for life on earth, I just want them to live somewhere else!

Anyway, for the last few weeks I have been suffering extreme fatigue, muscle and joint pain.

Many GP visits and multiple blood tests later they have diagnosed me as being in the acute stage of Ross River Fever, with viral arthritis.

They tell me that it will resolve itself over time, I just have to put up with it.

So some little fucker bit me, I don't remember it, but some time in the last couple of months one got through the cloud of Aeroguard I usually surround myself in.

Kind of sums up my year really!

Love Jo xxx

Scent of WTF?

I was browsing Pintarest as I often do (it's very addictive isn't it?)

There is simply not enough time, money or quite frankly enough space in any one home for every idea, every craft item to make,or every dish to be cooked.

One thing I did find that you can be assured will not be finding it's way into my home is this candle. 



WTF?

I can't even begin to imagine how they captured the aroma and have absolutely no idea why they would bother...I suspect a prank!

I guess it would go with the baby powder scented ones.

I personally would love to capture the smell of rain on a hot summers day in a candle.

What would you pick?

 

 

Love Jo xxx

Birdies and sirens and firies Oh My!

This morning I was sitting in the courtyard outside my room, diligently practising my mindfulness exercises in a desperate attempt to stop me discharging myself (another story).

Now usually mindfulness is practised somewhere tranquil, you know, a gentle breeze blowing through the leaves, water trickling over rocks, birdies tweeting.  This morning however was somewhat different.

There I was, sitting the the early morning sun, in a place normally so calm.  I started the track - I presently have a terrible memory and the attention span of a gnat so cannot recall or focus on what I'm doing without it- when a fire alarm went off.  I paused the track, patiently waited until it finished, assumed it was a test and when it finished, put it back on. 

Then a light plane flew over, it was tricky but I stayed focused and in the moment.

Then the sounds of sirens in the distance.  I ignored them, they got closer, I tried harder to ignore them, they got louder.

Yes, you've got it.  They were coming here!  So instead of sitting in a serene spot meditating I was in the middle of drama...again.  It all seems to have been a false alarm.

I have chosen to see this as a sign that I really was in the moment and the universe really was making sure of it!  So instead of the second track here I am writing this post, so it can't all be bad.

Hope your day is most excellent!

Jo xxx

Why thank you kind sir...

Those of you who know me will be aware that I am not often lost for words, and am more than capable of loudly expressing my opinions in terms that would make a sailor blush if the mood takes me...which it does surprisingly often for a lady such as myself!


Today was not one of those occasions.


On a trip to one of the less salubrious shopping establishments in our fair city a gentleman (using this term in it's loosest sense in that he wasn't actually committing acts of violence at that particular moment and was clearly a male) felt that he must LOUDLY comment in the middle of a rather crowded section of the mall that I, and I quote "have a magnificent pair of tits".


I was stunned, as were the numerous pensioners shuffling past at that particular moment.  So stunned that I was incapable of speech for a moment.  Then I did the only thing a classy lady such as myself could do...I thanked him!  I mean, honestly, what does one say when faced with that situation?


Some of you may be complemented on your body parts regularly, but with the exception of my husband it isn't something that I often hear, being a touch on the large side and the wrong side of 40!


After I made a hasty retreat, several streets away and to the relative safety of Myer my shock subsided enough for me to appreciate the comment and decide that yes, the girls are pretty fantastic... I happened to be wearing a tight top and a good bra today...so I would accept the compliment and allow it to make my day.


On another day I may have had a slightly more volatile reaction but what the hell...


I am interested to hear if any of you have run into someone who just cannot contain their appreciation for your physical assets in public?


And, if anyone needs some bra reviews written I am prepared to consider offers, after all, apparently my tits are MAGNIFICENT!

What the....?

My SS is my pride and joy.  

Great to drive, beautiful to look at.  

I am a Holden girl, always have been.

My husband traded her in on a FORD today...