why is it that some people are able to express themselves really well on the phone, while others do better face to face and then there are those who can only pour their hearts out on paper/albeit on the computer/typed...????? Then there are those distinct individuals who can not ever convey anything while there are those gifted ones who can express themselves really well on paper/in person/and on the phone?!?!?

I guess that blogs are one way for all of us (who are in this community) to practice the art of expression on "paper". Lucky us...but whether others out there "get" what we are trying to say is another thing.....so many ways to express ourselves....subtly, boldly.....it can come out too strong or too light.....

On my walk home I started to ponder some of these thoughts and really, I had a story that I wanted to write about but now that its hours later and in front of the blank keyboard I am at a loss....not able to remember the original intention of this entry.....

better get on with other house chores and not worry about it....

cheers everyone!

xxxM!

I think that my downstairs neighbor is completely clueless....he rides a fairly noisey motorcycle and even though its 11pm at night....he chooses to ride the bloody thing into the alleyway, waking anyone up who has decided to go bed early.

ALL THAT I CAN SAY IS.....thank goodness that the little bub is not born just yet. thank goodness she will probably be a sound sleeper, god willing. thank goodness I am still a patient person who is not going to pull the bitch out of the bag and lay into him!!!!

my dear husband, who is a motorbike/scooter rider had this to say about the noise thing. he himself shuts off the engine before wheeling his bike into the same alleyway and feels that this person should pay us the same courtesy.....maybe dear husband can have a little chat to him....and knock some sense into this selfish idiot!!!!!!

bloody heck, he's back again, came and went twice so he's making noise AGAIN!!!!

thank goodness for blogs....at least i can just bitch into cyberspace......!!!! thanks for listening

yesterday I avoided the internet and the news to make sure that I didn't find out who/what won at the Oscars. this is hard to do when you live in a completely different time zone.....but somehow I refrained from going on the internet....and watching any television until the pre-show started. AND THEN....I wondered why I had even bothered. the opening monologue was downright bland....JS was not a good choice and I'm sure that he's not going to be invited to host it again next year....AND really, don't you think that people just took it far too seriously? granted, its a big night and a big award but my goodness.....it seemed like only a few people were happy to be there. take Dolly Parton for example....she's come into her age quite nicely, I remember all the slack that she got when I was young.....just because she had big boobies....then she had them reduced and people still thought that they were too big. well look at the rest of the world now...trying to overly enhance their busts!!!! what the....anyway, she was true dolly last night in bubble gum pink, diamonds all over the place, tiny tiny cute waistline....and she was just having a ball out there, singing her heart out! then there were these Rappers who won for best song, I believe....the rolled on up the stage to accept their awards in Jeans, oversized shirts and blingbling all over themselves.......they didn't conform to Hollywood Glam standards, they just wore what they wanted to, were comfortable, and had the best time accepting their award! Good on them! I really just think that Hollywood/the movieworld, just takes this stuff too seriously. they need to sit back and enjoy it for what it is....sigh.....

for some reason, whenever I see zuccini flowers I always have hope in my heart. maybe it has something to do with the fact that I've never cooked with them but I know that I could probably make a decent dish with them. I cannot tell you how many cooking shows I've watched or articles that I've read on hot to fry them up to utter perfection. and every time they appear on a special menu, I make sure to order them....

they look so beautiful and innocent....not know what awaits them behin the next corner as they are swiftly purchased and taken home by the ever so courageous chef. I love that....

and of course....they never taste like flowers....they have that delicate texture....ever so faint perfume of summer and wonderful burst of colour.

maybe I'll take the plunge and finally bring them home with me instead of thinking about it....

Ok, so I'm almost 30 wks. preggie....and I can't call my stomach a "bump" anylonger....no sirree, it is definately a belly....people are funny about it. Some people who have not seen me for a while think its wonderfully large and healthy, other's who don't even know me throw me a look of shock...while muttering stuff like, "You sure you're not having twins?" or "You're due in a couple weeks righ????" When in reality, I still have 2.5 more months to go....

Yesterday I had a friend of a friend, a rather strange guy (will go into that description in a sec...) come right up and rub my belly without my consent.....now books and people in the beginning of my pregnancy told me that there would be this sort of thing happening frequently and to not freak out....whenever I read about it, I thought, no problem. Since then, it has usually been women or friends OR people who ask if its ok to touch my belly....and of course it has usually been fine. But for some reason I felt a bit invaded yesterday. The person who "invaded" my boundary is one of these bohemian types who lives out of his van on the beach, he teaches kiteboarding and probably only baths in the ocean. A bit ferral and a bit too hippie for my taste. Not knowing the individual also makes it a bit strange....needless to say, on the way home, I knew that the only way to get it out of my system was to write about it here....

On beautiful days we all leave our respective dwellings with smiles on our faces, peace in our hearts and minds filled with positive thoughts. On overcast/rainy/dark days its the exact opposite. And it is on those sad days when we silently, or not so silently yearn for the sunlight. This photo was taken at a local cafe and it is of my sister in law....as we walked into the space, everyone immediately fell in love with the gentle/beautiful light that was streaming into this small space. Another thing that we all take for granted but when it is pointed out by true artists you have to sit back and appreciate it....