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Posted by Kismit , 11 January 2008 - 02:06 AM
So the Blogs never role in regularly, but atleast they roll in from time to time.
So far this year I have had the most un social social season ever. With Mr Kismit forgetting to let Mrs Kismit know where he was spending New Years Eve, so no party for me, I spent 3 days sleeping in the #spare bed after that and then of course cooking for the tourists who congregate in our quiet town is an evening job, so my nights are just begining by the time most people are heading home.
This may seem strange to those of you from the Northern Hemisphere, as late nights kind of linger in Winter. But for me it is Summer and everyone has eaten, sunned themselves and consumed just enough alcohol to enduce a dull sleepy euphoria by the time I get home.
There are two more things I wish to blog, firstly and most importantly Sir Edmund Hillary passed away a few hours ago. As I get older I am less upset by the death of people but I believe it is worthy of note and secondly my ex is getting married. I can't believe how jealous I was when I heard. She is one very lucky young lady.
Maybe one day I will have my emotions properly under control.
Then again I hope not. I like the passionate side of who I am.
#Mighty comfortable that spare bed, best 3 days sleep I've had in a long time.
So far this year I have had the most un social social season ever. With Mr Kismit forgetting to let Mrs Kismit know where he was spending New Years Eve, so no party for me, I spent 3 days sleeping in the #spare bed after that and then of course cooking for the tourists who congregate in our quiet town is an evening job, so my nights are just begining by the time most people are heading home.
This may seem strange to those of you from the Northern Hemisphere, as late nights kind of linger in Winter. But for me it is Summer and everyone has eaten, sunned themselves and consumed just enough alcohol to enduce a dull sleepy euphoria by the time I get home.
There are two more things I wish to blog, firstly and most importantly Sir Edmund Hillary passed away a few hours ago. As I get older I am less upset by the death of people but I believe it is worthy of note and secondly my ex is getting married. I can't believe how jealous I was when I heard. She is one very lucky young lady.
Maybe one day I will have my emotions properly under control.
Then again I hope not. I like the passionate side of who I am.
#Mighty comfortable that spare bed, best 3 days sleep I've had in a long time.
80's luv
Posted by Kismit , 13 December 2007 - 08:40 AM
This is like a my first video blog,
You most likely wont click the links or read much further
Your loss
Inspired by Finsup One of my favorite ever 80's songs
My first crush
Ever the romantic *sigh* Tonight must last us forever *sigh*
Guitar one for Tiggs
You most likely wont click the links or read much further
Your loss
Inspired by Finsup One of my favorite ever 80's songs
My first crush
Ever the romantic *sigh* Tonight must last us forever *sigh*
Guitar one for Tiggs
Happy Movember
Posted by Kismit , 31 October 2007 - 07:50 PM
Glory be to the hairy men, for they shall sprout a Stash in the month of Mos..
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Posted by Kismit , 30 September 2007 - 03:08 AM
You see there was this skinny guy, on a push bike, wearing glasses. The kind of guy who's arms seem way to long for the rest of his body. And the thing about his arms was that they appeared to have a completely detatched mind of there own. You know the body stayed stiff and straight and the arms just sort of wobbled around his knee line all by themselves.
Oh, I should at this point say I was at the Supermarket and this guy was out the front. And it wasn't his mismatched limbs I noticed it was his T.Shirt.
His T.Shirt was black it had 3 letters on it, it said F.B.I.!!
I didn't believe him, not after I noticed the home made chip board trolley attatched to the back of his bike. I figure real F.B.I. agents would have a trolley made of space aged polymer or teflon, not old chip board. Unless ofcourse this guy was under cover, but then why wear the T.Shirt?
Any how I get kinda scarred when I see people like that down the street and I try to make sure I walk at a safe but polite distance. I once lived in a city known as Dunedin, it was full of scary people who yelled at walls and smelled like they where perhaps yelling at the wall because they thought the wall had urinated on them.
Back to the story, I was almost in the supermarket and the guy leans toward me and says..."It's going to be tough going this afternoon" My mind raced, the evil inner me wanted to reply, " The sparrow flys west over Paruguay" just to see if this guy was using some kinda secret F.B.I. code but the scarred and more practicle side of me said,"Umm yes." and raced in behind the safety of the glass doors.
I think I have one of those faces that old people, small children and the slightly disasociative members of society are atracted to.
I feel like I wrote a Snuffy blog and I should end it with words like Be good to each other or somethin about chilluns, but I won't I think I'll just put in a disclaimer.
Disclaimer: Parts of this story may have been slightly exagerated foryour my enjoyment, but the F.B.I. shirt was just so damn funny on that guy, I had to blog it.
Oh, I should at this point say I was at the Supermarket and this guy was out the front. And it wasn't his mismatched limbs I noticed it was his T.Shirt.
His T.Shirt was black it had 3 letters on it, it said F.B.I.!!
I didn't believe him, not after I noticed the home made chip board trolley attatched to the back of his bike. I figure real F.B.I. agents would have a trolley made of space aged polymer or teflon, not old chip board. Unless ofcourse this guy was under cover, but then why wear the T.Shirt?
Any how I get kinda scarred when I see people like that down the street and I try to make sure I walk at a safe but polite distance. I once lived in a city known as Dunedin, it was full of scary people who yelled at walls and smelled like they where perhaps yelling at the wall because they thought the wall had urinated on them.
Back to the story, I was almost in the supermarket and the guy leans toward me and says..."It's going to be tough going this afternoon" My mind raced, the evil inner me wanted to reply, " The sparrow flys west over Paruguay" just to see if this guy was using some kinda secret F.B.I. code but the scarred and more practicle side of me said,"Umm yes." and raced in behind the safety of the glass doors.
I think I have one of those faces that old people, small children and the slightly disasociative members of society are atracted to.
I feel like I wrote a Snuffy blog and I should end it with words like Be good to each other or somethin about chilluns, but I won't I think I'll just put in a disclaimer.
Disclaimer: Parts of this story may have been slightly exagerated for
The Darndest thing
Posted by Kismit , 28 September 2007 - 10:18 PM
Life is generally kinda good at the moment, ya know she's been a bit of a rollercoaster for me. Oddly enough I keep my thoughts and my personal life pretty tightly under wraps. It's just who I am. Independent to the extreme. I never had a great deal of support from anyone but me, so I keep it to myself.
However my bestest friend since we was like 11, Jods, I tell her everything and I love her to bits. It's her Birthday Today the 29th. And she's sitting on some beautiful beach on Sth Stradbroke Island drinking Wine in her Hello Kitty P.J.'s (I should have gone).
Then there's Dot.. Who doesn't love Dot? I love Dot. I would and do tell her everything she is my sounding board. I don't speak with her enough but I hope she knows what she means to me.
I once wrote a Blog about Angels working in mysterious ways. The night we had that awful accident, the Nurse who sat by my side reminded me of Dot and her name was Jodie both thoughts gave me incredible comfort.
Well Dotty, tis your Birthday on the 28th. And it's the darndest thing from my spot on the map. Both of you celebrate Today....
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU BOTH LOVE YOU LOADS AND LOADS
me ***oo
However my bestest friend since we was like 11, Jods, I tell her everything and I love her to bits. It's her Birthday Today the 29th. And she's sitting on some beautiful beach on Sth Stradbroke Island drinking Wine in her Hello Kitty P.J.'s (I should have gone).
Then there's Dot.. Who doesn't love Dot? I love Dot. I would and do tell her everything she is my sounding board. I don't speak with her enough but I hope she knows what she means to me.
I once wrote a Blog about Angels working in mysterious ways. The night we had that awful accident, the Nurse who sat by my side reminded me of Dot and her name was Jodie both thoughts gave me incredible comfort.
Well Dotty, tis your Birthday on the 28th. And it's the darndest thing from my spot on the map. Both of you celebrate Today....
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU BOTH LOVE YOU LOADS AND LOADS
me ***oo
Redecorating
Posted by Kismit , 08 September 2007 - 04:45 AM
I have decided that it was time to redecorate the old Blog. Throw around some Art work and make the place a little more girlie. What do you think?
I liiiiiiiikkkkeeeee it... Mmhmmm yes indeedey yes I do...
Growing up
Posted by Kismit , 04 September 2007 - 10:06 PM
When I was a youngen. I was a total Bogan/Westie. Black jeans, flannel shirts, Holden cars and always some AC/DC * playing in the stereo.
I was an AC/DC addict, a purist. Bon Scott was my idol. Yeah sure he choked on his own vomit which is not a pretty way to die, but he gave the band the edge they needed. I never felt like they ever regained that edge after Brian Johnston took over. You know Back in Black was the last decent release they ever made. And I know Brian Johnston sang on the Album, But Bon Scott and Angus wrote the songs. And it was in the writing not the singing that the soul of AC/DC was born.
I grew up a little and discovered I liked being a girlie, I still love old Holdens but I no longer own any flannel, thanks be to the Gawds. But today I was browsing an old friends blog and she was playing a song that was just what I needed to hear. So I'm bringin it over to my blog to share the love.
Enjoy
Ride On
*we also listened to Cat Stephens, particularly Moonshadow a groovy song indeed.
Because sometimes you just have to
I was an AC/DC addict, a purist. Bon Scott was my idol. Yeah sure he choked on his own vomit which is not a pretty way to die, but he gave the band the edge they needed. I never felt like they ever regained that edge after Brian Johnston took over. You know Back in Black was the last decent release they ever made. And I know Brian Johnston sang on the Album, But Bon Scott and Angus wrote the songs. And it was in the writing not the singing that the soul of AC/DC was born.
I grew up a little and discovered I liked being a girlie, I still love old Holdens but I no longer own any flannel, thanks be to the Gawds. But today I was browsing an old friends blog and she was playing a song that was just what I needed to hear. So I'm bringin it over to my blog to share the love.
Enjoy
Ride On
*we also listened to Cat Stephens, particularly Moonshadow a groovy song indeed.
Because sometimes you just have to
Irony and other rants
Posted by Kismit , 30 August 2007 - 09:48 AM
I wrote a blog about 3 years ago. It was called, the difference between nothing and silence.
It was about how my husband sometimes ignores me, shuts me out and there is nothing I can do to get back in or no reason as to why he has done it. It's a cruel passive aggressive way to behave.
For the past 2 years that man has not been in my house, my husband has been caring and loving. He has shown me I am important to him, although I never really felt like he was in love with me or that he understood what it really meant to love someone, he did seem to care and deeply and treated me well. For those 2 years.
I don't know why he changed so much, I was hoping it was because of our accident, a life altering event that had brought about lasting change. But I suspect sometimes it was just his competitive nature, when he sensed the competition was on he upped the anti, acted at caring, behaved in a way that looked like love. And now that the competition looks as though it has been won he doesn't have to pretend any more.
The cruelest thing about being shut out or ignored, not spoken to for days on end is that unless you have been put through it you can't possibly understand how awful it really is. You feel as though no one understands they make jokes like, 'God I wish my husband would be quiet, at least that way I could get some peace.'
I think God I wish my husband would yell at or call me names at least that way you could see the pain he causes. Or I would know what I'd done wrong.
Well its been 3 days of being ignored and it looks like his back. While I have sat at home being a dutiful wife, he has returned as the triumphant King of Passive Aggressiva. He is due back tomorrow and the last message I sent him was to let him know how hurt I was feeling, that was 3 hours ago and he hasn't bothered responding to that one either. Nothing...
In my difference between Nothing and silence blog. I pointed out that one man I know had taken a second to look at me just a little longer than was necessary, a quiet, thoughtful seconds silence.
I have since learned I can live without silence but I'm not sure that I can live forever with nothing.
It's sooo late
Posted by Kismit , 21 July 2007 - 03:13 PM
Well it's 3:16 in the morning. My husband is currently away for a few daysso I have quiet time at the keyboard and for the first time in what seems like a year I don't have to get up before 7am.
Well don't expect me to come up with anything interesting at this time of the day but I will leave you with this becuase well this song rocks..
Step out the front door like a ghost into a fog
were no one notices the contrast of white on white
Well don't expect me to come up with anything interesting at this time of the day but I will leave you with this becuase well this song rocks..
Step out the front door like a ghost into a fog
were no one notices the contrast of white on white
Headlights.
Posted by Kismit , 16 June 2007 - 03:01 AM
I was reading the Snufters blog and I realised that not only is he a brilliant writer with an incredible sence of humour but we are both on very similar paths.
Having had an unusual year last year, I decided I wanted to be a little more selfish. I am not 100% comfortable in my life and I only have me to blame for that. My cave is getting too small.
So I thought and I thought about what I really wanted to be when I grew up, when I realised that I had known all along that all I really want to be is a Pirate. But this is not practicle, well not on the income I currently have atleast. So I am going into buisness for myself, I am going to build an Empire. With my dream goal to be rich enough to own my own Pirate ship.
I may never own the real Pirate ship, but if I aim for the sky and only make it to the peak of the mountains does this mean I failed? Or do I only really fail if I keep my feet firmly planted in my cave?
It's a good thing I get claustrophobic.
.
Having had an unusual year last year, I decided I wanted to be a little more selfish. I am not 100% comfortable in my life and I only have me to blame for that. My cave is getting too small.
So I thought and I thought about what I really wanted to be when I grew up, when I realised that I had known all along that all I really want to be is a Pirate. But this is not practicle, well not on the income I currently have atleast. So I am going into buisness for myself, I am going to build an Empire. With my dream goal to be rich enough to own my own Pirate ship.
I may never own the real Pirate ship, but if I aim for the sky and only make it to the peak of the mountains does this mean I failed? Or do I only really fail if I keep my feet firmly planted in my cave?
It's a good thing I get claustrophobic.
.
The Moon
Wish You Enough!
At an airport I overheard a father and daughter in
their last moments
together. They had announced her plane's departure and
standing near the
door she said, "Daddy, our life together has been
more than enough. Your
love is all I ever needed. I wish you enough, too,
Daddy."
They kissed good-bye and she left. He walked over
toward the window where
I was seated. Standing there I could see he wanted and
needed to cry. I
tried not to intrude on his privacy, but he welcomed
me in by asking,
"Did you ever say good-bye to someone knowing it would
be forever?"
"Yes, I have," I replied. Saying that brought back
memories I had of
expressing my love and appreciation for all my Dad had
done for me.
Recognizing that his days were limited, I took the
time to tell him face
to face how much he meant to me. So I knew what this
man was
experiencing.
"Forgive me for asking, but why is this a forever
good-bye?" I asked.
"I am old and she lives much too far away. I have
challenges ahead and
the reality is, her next trip back will be for my
funeral," he said.
"When you were saying good-bye I heard you say, 'I
wish you enough'.
May I ask what that means?"
He began to smile. "That's a wish that has been handed
down from other generations. My parents used to say it to everyone."
He paused a moment and looking up as if trying to remember it in detail,
he smiled even more.
"When we said 'I wish you enough', we were wanting the other person to
have a life filled with enough good things to sustain them".
He continued and then, turning toward me, he shared
the following as if he were reciting it from memory:
I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright.
I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun more.
I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive.
I wish you enough pain so that the smallest joys in life appear much bigger.
I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.
I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.
I wish enough 'Hellos' to get you through the final 'Good-bye'.
He then began to sob and walked away.
My friends and loved ones, I wish you ENOUGH!!!
They say, "It takes a minute to find a special person,
an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them, but then an
entire lifetime to forget them."
their last moments
together. They had announced her plane's departure and
standing near the
door she said, "Daddy, our life together has been
more than enough. Your
love is all I ever needed. I wish you enough, too,
Daddy."
They kissed good-bye and she left. He walked over
toward the window where
I was seated. Standing there I could see he wanted and
needed to cry. I
tried not to intrude on his privacy, but he welcomed
me in by asking,
"Did you ever say good-bye to someone knowing it would
be forever?"
"Yes, I have," I replied. Saying that brought back
memories I had of
expressing my love and appreciation for all my Dad had
done for me.
Recognizing that his days were limited, I took the
time to tell him face
to face how much he meant to me. So I knew what this
man was
experiencing.
"Forgive me for asking, but why is this a forever
good-bye?" I asked.
"I am old and she lives much too far away. I have
challenges ahead and
the reality is, her next trip back will be for my
funeral," he said.
"When you were saying good-bye I heard you say, 'I
wish you enough'.
May I ask what that means?"
He began to smile. "That's a wish that has been handed
down from other generations. My parents used to say it to everyone."
He paused a moment and looking up as if trying to remember it in detail,
he smiled even more.
"When we said 'I wish you enough', we were wanting the other person to
have a life filled with enough good things to sustain them".
He continued and then, turning toward me, he shared
the following as if he were reciting it from memory:
I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright.
I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun more.
I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive.
I wish you enough pain so that the smallest joys in life appear much bigger.
I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.
I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.
I wish enough 'Hellos' to get you through the final 'Good-bye'.
He then began to sob and walked away.
My friends and loved ones, I wish you ENOUGH!!!
They say, "It takes a minute to find a special person,
an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them, but then an
entire lifetime to forget them."
I still miss you....