The Christmas Story

Christmas is a busy time for everyone. We usually have it here at our house in our little village. Mum & Dad come for a couple of days, work up a storm and leave again. By a storm I mean they work, very very hard. I have to say it is really helpful but getting them to relax is really difficult.

Mum was exhausted and really didnt need to do anything, especially Christmas Day but she couldn't stand it, just sitting reading a book and relaxing. It is something she often says she wishes she could do, she just doesnt and isnt happy unless she is working.

Dad is a different kettle of fish. He will relax, he has to but even relaxing he will supervise. Thats ok and he makes the Apprentice and Sparky stop and relax with him - regularly. The trouble is he doesnt stop when Mum is here, not as often anyway. Mum is the driving force and it wears them both out.

I took Mum for a drive while she was here just so she mite relax a little. I think she did but she was tired afterwards. Thing is the guys just had a good time, they worked but not so hard. They made tea again too. Cool for me!

Anyway back to The C Day. Sparky and the MMW (Dad) volunteered to cook everything and prepare for lunch. Cool no problemo go for it, I said.

Mum couldnt say that and volunteered to help. MMW looked a little crestfallen. I interupted and asked Mum to relax and let the men do it. MMW smiled and went out. Must admit S & MMW had a great time. So did I. Mum wasnt happy until she had cut up the fruit. Well it was something.

Finally later she got her nose into a book and couldnt get it out when the lunch bell went. That was funny. Anyway she upped and got out to the new you beaut BBQ area and we all dug in. Yum it was a fine repast and we all wondered what the rich were doing coz we had their food.

Werent many pressies this year. That was okay as there isnt much needed at present - more help with getting things cleared. I gave Mum some of the money she chipped in for lunch back too. That felt really good and I think she needed it too as she didnt argue. Really we only buy wot we want and that is good quality so we dont spend much. Anyway I gotta kick out of giving some back. Mum & Dad have paid for so much for us to get on our feet at C so why not. It is time.

S has gone off to his brothers 60th birthday party - 9 hours away. I mention how it takes to get there cos it is a bloody long way and why must he have it in the C break? Big Brother (BB) came over from NZ for his party - Doesnt he have any friends?

Short story is that I didnt go coz M & D were here still and coz the kids are too. We may see TA a lot but not Geeky Guy (GG). He lives in Melbourne and we hardly get to see him. I wasnt going nowhere for anyone unless we were all going. I think kids are precious, especially as they get older. They need you more now than before when they were babies. They dont need material things, they want your company, your advice, for you to be their mentor. If youre not there they miss out, we miss out.

Immediate family comes first and although he is his brother he could have made a birthday party at some other time. If his BB cant pick a better time, tough.

Well that is our C Day story, fun, family, festivity, fabulous food, clearing the air! & fixing problems.

Ciao Bella.

Yesterday was the Best!!

Last evening I did the most horrible thing I could for the year and I also did something really, really good. At the same time.

I will share it with you. Just a bit of background first - we have this schizo, paranoid, nutbag geezer in our wonderful little hamlet - I will call him Claus (as in Clous). He will berate you, annoy you, lecture you, suck up to you, annoy the shit out of you and all at the same time. He is a wonderful piece of street theatre and watching him in action - gesticulating and spitting everywhere as he spouts his true beliefs about the imperialists/facists/communists and whoever else is getting up his nose at that particular millisecond - is wonderful. He is a soap box hero!

You know I think I may even admire his tenacity as in spite of the local residents despising his presence anywhere in town, he sticks around and ensures that you know he is there. Wonderful. Not really!

Ah well doing the last bit of Christmas 'shopping' and chatting with the locals I espied Claus 'chatting' with a young man (handsome about 24). Claus was ensuring the young man knew of his beliefs in the railways and how messed up they are (according to him) and his suggestions(views) on how their problems may be solved.

Poor bastard. To give credit where it was due, he tolerated the nutbag and continued to eat his donut and finish his coffee. AND not only that to look interested and respond where required.

I passed Poor bastard once and thought SUCKER!!!!

Then I went back again and had to walk backwards, grinning all the way to silently mouth - SUCKER - he smiled at me.

I dropped off some stuff and walked passed Poor bastard again, grinning. I was really enjoying seeing the show. It was fabo!

I window shopped, coz I could. I just had to and walked back again past Poor bastard and grinned again. I felt like I was stalking him and I didnt know him from Adam.

Like I was really spreading Christmas cheer. Claus was in full gesticulating, spitting flight by now. Poor bastard looked at me imploringly as I passed, I was Grinning.

I put all my gear in the car - and thought hey... I could rescue this guy... if I was nice. I looked over to him, waved a little wavelet and finished putting my window shopping in the car. I put my bag in too and shut the door and locked my car.

I was gunna do it.

I walked over to where Claus and Poor Bastard were sitting and smiled sweetly to PB. Excused myself to Claus and said sweetly to PB, 'I'm finished now, are you ready to go?' PB couldnt escape fast enuff. He shot off up the street, looking like he would never return to our Hamlet!

Oh my, I was sorry to see him go but then I had Claus (NB) to attend to. I apologised to NB and he absolutely exploded, I think he really enjoyed it! The explosion I mean - I think I was tempted to ask him if the earth moved for him. But I suppose that would have been too cruel.

I looked at him innocently and he exclaimed, 'You are so rude you ...^^&**((&^?? (cant remember) how dare you interrupt OUR conversation'. I giggled. NB did not like this one little bit and advanced into a maniacal tirade, abusing me for interupting his tete a tete!

At this stage I lowered my guard and allowed myself to swear at him, after all I was only confirming what a bitch I was, according to him anyway. I called him a Fuc*en Dic*head, while still smiling sweetly at him. I was so enjoying this, it was so wicked.

I did realise though that really I should not have sworn. Hell it was out now. AND I no longer worked for that council so I was entitled, especially as he had fired abuse at us all at one time or another and we had been forbidden to comment, retaliate or defend ourselves.

I motioned a bird at him and called him a stupid idiot and turned on my heel, walking to the car, I got in and started her up. Claus was going full bore by now.

A little girl about 8 looked at me puzzled. I smiled and waved. She smiled and waved back like we had just shared a secret. It was so cool. Christmas cheer was spreading everywhere!

Anyway with all the commotion, NB carrying on making a proper spectacle of himself - everyone in the street was watching by now. Those further away only heard him - he was screaming his vexacious diatribe for all to hear. Where's a cop when you need one? - I thought.

Okay so I drove off. I had done my good deed for the year and I had also committed my major sin for the year. Do they cancel each other out?

I dont know either.

As a PS I had my photo taken with Santa that evening. He asked if I had been a good girl all year. My reply, while smiling sweetly and with a twinkle in my eyes, 'Of course, and when I'm bad I am even better!' and he gave me a lolly pop while Ho Ho Ho-ing.

I think I made Santa's year too.

Friendship today

Today I decided to grow up, well yesterday actually, and contact Blue Fairy and see if she still wanted to be friends. Well I guess the answer to that is no.

Cant say I havent tried though as that was the second time I tried. I suppose there is little I can do about it, if she no longer wishes to be a friend that is her perogative. Its really a bit sad as it took me approaching her last time for our friendship to be rebuilt and I honestly cant say that it was me each time.

Life can be a little unfair sometimes but I suppose that life is like that!

Am I working for the man or wot!??

Well I have finally cracked it. I think I am really going on all 4 cylinders now!

Yeah well I have enuff work to keep me occupied - glutton for punishment that I am I have applied for a job at the local public school. Oh Boy!! We will see.

Actually when I was writing the application I thought it was 6.7 hours per week, then I really read it - yeh that was per day. I think I can handle it - there's no guarantee I'll get it but I have applied. Gotta be in it to win it.

This working for the man or no woman is cool my boss is a bitch but hey I can tell her off any time, coz its me.

And really life aint so tuff when you go to the city for a workshop, stay the nite with your hubby, wine, dine and shag him sensless and its all training. So Cool.

So even if I am offered the job, I mite even knock it back, who knows.

oh yay

I finally remembered my sign in and my password!