You’ll be famous as you are… Once again I cannot sleep…

Well my lovelies, here I sit, 1:30 am and it would appear that sleep is no where in sight. Again <sigh>. I can only assume this is because I have so many lovely things rattling around in my pretty little brain.

Shhhh – lovely secret things! You will hear about it all soon enough :-).

It would appear that I am self medicating a bit this evening – having a few glasses of wine as I have a little sing-song. So I think tonight's little observation is going to be about being a little dangerous… maybe a little brave.

I adore being single – I really really do. I love not sharing the remote, and I thrive on things being exactly where I left them. I get absolutely orgasmic over the fact I don’t have wash some man’s knicks…And I don’t have to share the good wine with a git who doesn’t get it… Ha!
I am not willing to give this up easily. I have reached an age that has brought me a bit of peace – finally.

It’s a brave thing to hit this world eye to eye alone. Sure you have mates, you have family, you have love… but I know that I can hit the bottom face first, and get up alone, smiling. There is lots of power in that, people. The kung-fu is strong.

Don’t get me wrong – I love and I laugh. I don’t mind having the touch of a good man… BUT – I have found strength and peace and it’s glorious. I guess it took a little solitude and being without someone nagging the piss outta me day and night to find this little thing…

Let’s get back singing now…

Saw the world turning in my sheets and once again I cannot sleep.
Walk out the door and up the street; look at the stars beneath my feet.
Remember rights that I did wrong, so here I go…

Thank you, Mr. Blunt for the sing-song this evening!

Peace be with ye – From the soap-box

My ‘Give a Shit’ was not busted, y’all.

I just got busy :-). It’s not that I don’t love you, loyal reader(s)…I just had to put you on ‘ignore’ for a tiny bit while I caught up with the boring side of living <sigh>.

If it wasn’t for the God-given beauty of an antlantique (Chambord, schnapps, vodka, lemon juice), some of these recent days could have involved an ill humour, or even a mischief.

My current rant is : Why, and I do mean with a loud and long good accent..WHhhhhyyyyyy – do my ex’s feel like they get a freakin opinion about my day? Why? What is it about *me* that the ex’s of my life won’t release?

Example – My recent ex wanted to come over yesterday and collect the 50kg of dog food that he left behind. I wasn’t home. I told him so in a text message in response. Do you *know* what he said? Check this out ‘I wish you had told me you weren’t going to be home before I got on the road!’

WHAT the hell, I ask you? Why on *earth* would I give a run-down of my plans to an ex? Is there some new rule out there that says I need to tell my ex I am going to leave the house just in case he wants to come by? Or am I meant to just ‘connect’ and anticipate his needs? Ha!!

Needless to say – that text got *no* answer. None. I stared at my phone in disbelief for a moment, laughed – and carried on about my day.

Ohhhhhhh it was a day that included the purchase of a fabulous yellow summer top…. I am divine in it!!! Does that perfect ‘boob’ thang – girls, you know what I mean!

Lovin y’all from the soap-box

Lxxx