Just a quick one to say I had a lovely afternoon. Planting seeds and playing totem tennis with the girls.
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Monday, May 17, 2010
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Movie review
It's time for another movie review.
The Unborn- lazy plot didn't make sense- Wait for weekly
Jack & Miri make a porno- a lot better than I was expecting- New Release
Sherlock Holmes- Gold Class! I wish I had seen this on the big screen. If you like Criminal Intent or House, you'll probably like this.
Orphan- Gold Class! Now this is what I call a thriller! A bit of gore, but a top notch movie!
The Unborn- lazy plot didn't make sense- Wait for weekly
Jack & Miri make a porno- a lot better than I was expecting- New Release
Sherlock Holmes- Gold Class! I wish I had seen this on the big screen. If you like Criminal Intent or House, you'll probably like this.
Orphan- Gold Class! Now this is what I call a thriller! A bit of gore, but a top notch movie!
Thursday, May 13, 2010
SERIOUS STUFF
Warning: some people may find the following offensive. If you are religious or involved with NA or AA you may be one of those people. You are welcome to disagree but please don't complain in comments if you continue to read and are offended-you were warned :)
Here are some of the reasons I don't like any religion:
Members are made to feel, inferior, defective
Members are encouraged to serve the church above all else (family, work,friends etc)
Members are told there is only one true church, no other way is acceptable
Members are told how to live, including important life choices we should all be free to make for ourselves
Members gain respect in the church only by the amount of service they do e.g. It does not matter if they cure cancer, the person next to them teaches sunday school and is therefore a better person
The church actively seeks out weak and vulnerable people to become members
there are more I don't care to think of right now
But my point is...
THIS IS ALL THE SAME THINGS ALCOHOLICS ANONYMOUS OR NARCOTICS ANONYMOUS EXPECT!!
Fear not friends, I speak as a friend of a person with a substance abuse problem, not a direct victim. My biggest vices are Coke Zero and Chocolate :D
So my friend and I were talking and she was telling me all these things and I said "Gee, It sounds a lot like religion to me..."
And she said "I know! I've realised I've become Indoctrinated to them/by them and I have to get out but if I do what will I do about my problem???"
So we Googled it. And you know what? We aren't the only ones who think AA/NA is a lot like organised religion! There are sites and blog and services about it! AA Deconversion etc.
So she feels better because she has a solution and I feel MAD! Of all the sneaky, underhanded things! A religion in disguise!
I can't do much about it. But I can tell people. So if you ever have a friend going through the same thing, maybe you can pass on what we learnt.
Here are some of the reasons I don't like any religion:
Members are made to feel, inferior, defective
Members are encouraged to serve the church above all else (family, work,friends etc)
Members are told there is only one true church, no other way is acceptable
Members are told how to live, including important life choices we should all be free to make for ourselves
Members gain respect in the church only by the amount of service they do e.g. It does not matter if they cure cancer, the person next to them teaches sunday school and is therefore a better person
The church actively seeks out weak and vulnerable people to become members
there are more I don't care to think of right now
But my point is...
THIS IS ALL THE SAME THINGS ALCOHOLICS ANONYMOUS OR NARCOTICS ANONYMOUS EXPECT!!
Fear not friends, I speak as a friend of a person with a substance abuse problem, not a direct victim. My biggest vices are Coke Zero and Chocolate :D
So my friend and I were talking and she was telling me all these things and I said "Gee, It sounds a lot like religion to me..."
And she said "I know! I've realised I've become Indoctrinated to them/by them and I have to get out but if I do what will I do about my problem???"
So we Googled it. And you know what? We aren't the only ones who think AA/NA is a lot like organised religion! There are sites and blog and services about it! AA Deconversion etc.
So she feels better because she has a solution and I feel MAD! Of all the sneaky, underhanded things! A religion in disguise!
I can't do much about it. But I can tell people. So if you ever have a friend going through the same thing, maybe you can pass on what we learnt.
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Lady or Mummy?
Morning.
School & work day.
Slept in again.
Me in bathroom periodically barking instructions at Miss 4 and Miss 5.
Trying to make myself look professional in 2.1 secs flat.
Miss 5 is watching, fascinated (instead of finding her reading file like I've asked 6 times already). I say (in a moment of stupidity) "Do I look pretty?"
Miss 5 "You look like a lady"
Me "I am a lady!"
Miss 5 "No you're not, you're a Mummy!"
sigh.
School & work day.
Slept in again.
Me in bathroom periodically barking instructions at Miss 4 and Miss 5.
Trying to make myself look professional in 2.1 secs flat.
Miss 5 is watching, fascinated (instead of finding her reading file like I've asked 6 times already). I say (in a moment of stupidity) "Do I look pretty?"
Miss 5 "You look like a lady"
Me "I am a lady!"
Miss 5 "No you're not, you're a Mummy!"
sigh.
Aren't they gorgeous?!!?!
On the outside, yes. But I challenge you to live with them.
Who are they? My two beautiful daughters, Miss 5 and Miss 4.
Miss 5 tends to be a people-pleasing emotional soul. Bless her she still manages her share of 'moments' though.
Miss 4 tends to be more of a cheeky character, a divine sense of humour and the braver of the two. She is also stubborn and aggressive.
Recently we wre at one of our usual favouite places to catch up with friends, the upstairs restaurant at IKEA. Nothing says happiness like small children in he creche, a bottomless cup of tea and a slice of swedish chocolate cakey stuff. right? There we were, gf and I, hastily trying to catch up on a fortnights gossip, toddler tales and man trouble before she had to rush off to a forgotten dr appointment, and Miss 4 spots the fizzy drink fountain.
Miss 4 "Mummy, can you please buy me a lemonade?"
Me "No, if you're thirsty, have a drink from your water bottle. Wht don't you go and play with the toys?"
Miss 4 "I WANT A DRINK OF LEMONADE!!!"
Me "I said No. Have water."
Miss 4 goes into pretty standard routine of jumping up and down on the spot whining "i want lemonade" in that wobbly voice over and over in typical tantrum fashion.
Mummy ignores. Miss 4 ups the ante. Mummy ignores. Miss 4 decides to test a new, as yet untested strategy in the middle of the IKEA restaurant at lunchtime on the school holidays (read packed). She screams a high pitched squeal at top volume. Over and over again. This does not go unnoticed by absolutely everyone in a 5 mile radius.
Mummy's friend sees this as her cue to leave for Dr appointment (who could blame her?). Decision time. I either cave, or go in for the long haul. I choose the latter. But I'm only human-I have to get to a new location before the looks I'm getting actually start to burn into my skull. So I move downstairs, slowly, I have a 4 year old throwing a tantrum every 5 metres.
It takes a good few minutes to make it a very small distance to kitchenware, where Miss 4 decides to step it up a notch. Cue screaming the 'F' word at the top of her little darling lungs over 10 times. And I thought the screaming was embarrassing.
My initial instinct is to curl up and die of embarrassment, followed quickly by the uncontrollable urge to laugh. So I hide behind a display and laugh. Unassuming lady custmer walks past, smiling, says to me "I'd hate to be that girls mother" I give her a knowing look- "OhmygoshImsosorryIdidn'tmean..." "It's OK. It's funny." Sort of. Loud screaming suddenly stops.Miss 4 walks over to me and very sincerely says "I'm sorry for being naughty Mummy. I'm sorry for saying a bad word. I'll be a good girl now" wipes her nose with her arm, holds my hand and walks alongside me.
Another lady customer comes to me and says quietly "If it's any consolation, that was the first word my son learnt how to write and he wrote it all over thewalls of our house. in bright red lipstick" Thankyou, angel in human form, that actually does make me feel a little better, and I say so.
Who are they? My two beautiful daughters, Miss 5 and Miss 4.
Miss 5 tends to be a people-pleasing emotional soul. Bless her she still manages her share of 'moments' though.
Miss 4 tends to be more of a cheeky character, a divine sense of humour and the braver of the two. She is also stubborn and aggressive.
Recently we wre at one of our usual favouite places to catch up with friends, the upstairs restaurant at IKEA. Nothing says happiness like small children in he creche, a bottomless cup of tea and a slice of swedish chocolate cakey stuff. right? There we were, gf and I, hastily trying to catch up on a fortnights gossip, toddler tales and man trouble before she had to rush off to a forgotten dr appointment, and Miss 4 spots the fizzy drink fountain.
Miss 4 "Mummy, can you please buy me a lemonade?"
Me "No, if you're thirsty, have a drink from your water bottle. Wht don't you go and play with the toys?"
Miss 4 "I WANT A DRINK OF LEMONADE!!!"
Me "I said No. Have water."
Miss 4 goes into pretty standard routine of jumping up and down on the spot whining "i want lemonade" in that wobbly voice over and over in typical tantrum fashion.
Mummy ignores. Miss 4 ups the ante. Mummy ignores. Miss 4 decides to test a new, as yet untested strategy in the middle of the IKEA restaurant at lunchtime on the school holidays (read packed). She screams a high pitched squeal at top volume. Over and over again. This does not go unnoticed by absolutely everyone in a 5 mile radius.
Mummy's friend sees this as her cue to leave for Dr appointment (who could blame her?). Decision time. I either cave, or go in for the long haul. I choose the latter. But I'm only human-I have to get to a new location before the looks I'm getting actually start to burn into my skull. So I move downstairs, slowly, I have a 4 year old throwing a tantrum every 5 metres.
It takes a good few minutes to make it a very small distance to kitchenware, where Miss 4 decides to step it up a notch. Cue screaming the 'F' word at the top of her little darling lungs over 10 times. And I thought the screaming was embarrassing.
My initial instinct is to curl up and die of embarrassment, followed quickly by the uncontrollable urge to laugh. So I hide behind a display and laugh. Unassuming lady custmer walks past, smiling, says to me "I'd hate to be that girls mother" I give her a knowing look- "OhmygoshImsosorryIdidn'tmean..." "It's OK. It's funny." Sort of. Loud screaming suddenly stops.Miss 4 walks over to me and very sincerely says "I'm sorry for being naughty Mummy. I'm sorry for saying a bad word. I'll be a good girl now" wipes her nose with her arm, holds my hand and walks alongside me.
Another lady customer comes to me and says quietly "If it's any consolation, that was the first word my son learnt how to write and he wrote it all over thewalls of our house. in bright red lipstick" Thankyou, angel in human form, that actually does make me feel a little better, and I say so.
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