mamahog 'n the lets

kisses from the reverend rob and sunshine on my milky skin.

a splendid weekend on a car_less isle, with only the stench of horse to bring me back to earth.
MMMMMMmmmmmmm :)

romancing the discs.


new instant friends, meaningful matrimony and more beer than sleep, are, apparently, a better cure than any other prescription drug.




welcome to my new kissy belief system.

enjoy the happy flesh. it's soooooo very grateful to be unbraced and worshipped.

oooh you know you wanna... come on. join in and get necking too!!
and i just know you'll have a splendid weekend ;)

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well so much for me thinking i was BACK. the only thing back around here is bad back. and it's a total pain in the neck(arse).


it's getting better now. i can twist a reasonable amount again, and am on less drugs, though you'd never know it. i appear to have lost a large number of brain cells, either that or the drugs have had the accumulative effect of making me dope queen of ouchland. i'm dozey and thic k. and i have a killer headache working in a two ring motion and blah.

i don't know quite what's happening really. as i banned anyone from talking about the dreaded and totally ridiculous 'nazar' (evil eye) crap soon after the babylettes arrived in turkland it certainly can't be that.
i'm wondering if it's maybe something along the lines of holiday flu. you know, how when you finally get away and relax after working furiously you suddenly get sick as the work dog you are.
not that i've really stopped working, but much more than that, having been a single, (though assisted pretty well monetarily, by the ex) working (part-time 3-job-juggling) mum in a foreign country, i suddenly find myself, decidedly unbloominsingle, working quite easy and enjoyable jobs and being for the most part the native in our everyday life. and i'm relaxed and happy! i have someone who's i love, who's really good company, to share the responsibility with. yipeeee!!

so how do i celebrate?? well by getting a fever and buggering up my sinuses, damaging the bit of my brain that makes me balance-making me feel car sick even when i'm not in a bloody car, finding odd lumps in wobbly places, pimples all over my noggin and finally at least one herniated disc in my neck (felt too ouchy to drag myself for an x-ray and evil bum, or worse, epidural injection, as it feels exactly like it did 2 years ago when i had an MRI to confirm what they said was 5 herniated discs).

bloody ridiculous.

obviously my body has hardwired itself to be single. and now that i've found someone and started to relax it says "Nooooooooo!". it says "this is too easy!! we like the challenge, we need stress to survive! dammit woman! if you can't fuck it up with your moody snappy period shit, and your shoe obsession and cheese and beer/biscuit-belly building, then we'll do it for you! we'll repulse him, and bore him back to seattle as quick as you can say: "ouch..bugger...OUCH...i can't even pull down my own pants down to pee........". so... NAH NAH NA-NA NAH!!! you're pimply, and faa-at, you got yellow sno-ot, and you're o-old. you're pimply, and grouchy, you got zii-its, and you're BORING!

i hate my body.*

so thank ether for brilliantlets. and macbrilliant.




for the real joy beside my tears ;)


*apart from a few 'sensual' bits who still rage against the machine. they are loyal subjects, and will be even better rewarded once we regain control of the whole...including my hands, and my taste buds. minds out of the gussets now please!

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i realise you are way too cool for school 'n shit, but.... ignore shirt, and ignore bad hair, and ignore his 'christianity', and enjoy one of the most beautiful and important songs ever written, and the best voice to sing of it.

i dare you. to listen pwease.



i do, every time i drink a teensy weensy bit to much, and then i dance, and i consider it a tonic. stevie keeps me focused. and loving.

happy new week sweetpeeps. i don't wanna bore you buuuuuuut..... (i love you, i love you, i love you. etc and... )

i like being blissfully happy, but not everyone everywhere is so happy.. (and you know, it doesn't always last) ...so send yours in right away.
mwuah!
and i wanted to link in the text to at least 3 other songs but, well, you know, i was a bit too wasted and happy dancing to find then 'n fish, so i didn't, but here's what you need to search for when you fall in love as i did aged wee: love's in need, masterblaster, history (joy inside my tears), blame it on the sun, all in love is fair, i believe, superstition, etc etc.

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on reflection i can see....

we all build shanty towns in our lives.
with old placards, stakes and roofing. things once used to stop rain, or advertise our wares. we pile them and balance them upon one another, to stop the winds or sand-storms and to shelter us from prying eyes.



but though we build our walls, someone will always see (or hoist themselves) over them.



and with all those that do, we can huddle together and share. and we can spread our bounty wide, and we can nourish ourselves and one another with our gifts.

eat drink and be merry friends. for though we are very happy here in our gang, there's still room on the beach for more.

happy hnt my lovelies. tear down the walls on my sidebar to find more nakedness.

and here's to finding sand in your pockets for weeks to come. :)

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