Getting to know you

Getting to know you is a regular feature over here and this week I'm joining in:


1 - Why did you start blogging?

I started getting into reading blogs a couple of years ago, then at the beginning of the year thought I would start one too. I like blogging, it makes me feel connected to others, even if I don't post often.


2 - Who's the one blog friend that you would want to meet most in "real life"?

Probably Jenny from The Bloggess. That girl makes me laugh out loud, but I wouldn't call her a blog friend as I'm sure she doesn't know I exist.


3 - Why are you always concerned with losing that "extra 10 pounds" when chances are your husband/boyfriend/friends tell you that you look just fine the way you are?

Why am I concerned with losing it? Probably because I've been brainwashed by the media to think I'm overweight when I'm not. I have alot to say about this, but I'll spare you.


4 - What's the one thing you wish guys could understand about you?

Umm, I don't really care if guys understand me or not anymore because I'm married to a guy that understands me better than anyone in the world.
I'm trying to think of when I was single....I can't even remember. It would have probably been more like "What's the one thing you wish guys could understand about themselves?", which would have been: 'if you're an asshole, it's not polite to pretend to be nice and then inflict yourself on others'.

5 - Tattoos. How many do you have and how many are visible when you wear your "everyday" clothes?

I have four. Three on my back that I got when I was 18/19. None of them I particularly like anymore. And I have one on my left wrist that says "Loved".


6 - What was the best year of your life and why?

Hmm. I really enjoyed being 14/15. Things were so easy, school was easy and fun, I'd just got my first part time job on the checkouts at Foodtown and I was so proud. I got paid $5.60 an hour before tax but I felt rich and independant. And I was doing soul searching stuff that some teenagers do: reading alot of Yeats, painting and journalling and listening to Joni Mitchell. That was a good time, from memory.
I hope that I have better times ahead though, it would be pretty sad to peak at 15.

7 - Name three things you would do if you were a man for one day.

Get drunk, piss on a wall, have sex (hopefully Adam would let me have a free pass for the day otherwise I'd have to have boy sex with him and I'm pretty sure he wouldn't consent to that ), eat horrific amounts of food, maybe get in a fist fight.


8 - What's your alcoholic drink of choice that usually raises a few eyebrows?

A Rusty Nail. Double shot of whiskey and a single shot of drambuie over ice. It's usually an old man's drink but I love it.


That's it!

Pip Lincolne taught me to crochet!

That's right people! After months of failed attempts and temper tantrums over something as simple as wool, I have completed my first crochet granny square with thanks to Pip from Meet Me at Mikes.
I am incredibly grateful.



Not perfect, but hopefully the first of many. For those of you struggling to grasp crochet I would encourage you to watch Pip's how-to videos. Huzzah!

I'm Sick

I'm sick, and haven't been around for a while. I have this auto-immune disease that I thought I was well rid of, that has come back with a vengeance. My hands and feet are swollen and sore, my bones ache, I'm exhausted for no reason. I've been worrying that maybe my toenails may pop right off.

Last week I had a bit of a cry because I thought something was seriously wrong, like kidney or liver failure. The doctor said it was unlikely, but possible and ran some tests. I hate this so much. I don't like being sick, and even more I hate obsessing about what awful things could be happening to my body.

I love the internet but one thing it is not good at is reassuring you that you are going to be ok when you enter your symptoms in diagnose-me.com or whatever ("your symptoms indicate you have.......Ebola"). It just fuels my anxiety. I need to just stop it.

I'm such a drama queen most of the time anyway that when I am sick I feel very sorry for myself and pull the whole dying swan routine. This morning, walking to the bathroom , my feet were hurting and I thought to myself "I'm just like The Little Mermaid!" and had a little sob. Seriously how much more self-pitying can you get than that!

Speaking of The Little Mermaid, look at these stunning illustrations by Sulamith Wulfing:

All images from this tribute site.

Interestingly enough, my all time favourite, Stevie Nicks, found inspiration in these paintings and then created the cover art for this album. Funny how you see something and it resonates with you and then realise that it's connected to another thing that really resonates with you.

Anyway this was meant to be a post about MY sickness and now it's ended up being about art and Stevie Nicks. Go figure. Anyway I'm going to the post office now to do some chores and try and cheer myself up.

Here's a clip from that album: