tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40718290848227790382023-11-15T23:42:51.690-08:00Merry MenagerieJust trying to get by...Merry Menageriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05454300188470606468noreply@blogger.comBlogger125125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4071829084822779038.post-19522847337129966702012-12-28T21:07:00.003-08:002012-12-28T21:07:54.209-08:00The Best and the Worst of Times:( :( :(<br />
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Sure makes you grateful for what you have! :(Merry Menageriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05454300188470606468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4071829084822779038.post-2036495447947127092012-12-28T05:23:00.002-08:002012-12-28T05:28:27.221-08:00Christmas 2012The kids were with us this year which made for a fun time. We did the whole santa thing for the littlies which was exciting for them. Even left milk and cookies and a carrot out and took bites out of it so it looks like Santa has been. <br />
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Spent the day at my sister's house after I'd spent the few days prior cooking my butt off and baking all sorts of treats for the day. It was lovely as my uncle and auntie came up from Withcott to spend christmas with us which was nice and we've vowed to spend more time with them. E (my sister) and I have been talking about my uncle and how much value he has to the history of our family. He is the only one left that can remember things and has all sorts of information that we were previously ignorant of. We really need to get as much info as we can and document it as once he's gone...that's it. Not just that but they are just such lovely people and I regret not spending more time with them.<br />
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Anyway...mum came later in the night and we spent more time with her while eating leftovers and yummy stuff. We then played board games till 2 am...then stumbled home tired and bloated! LOL<br />
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I woke up the next morning in a fair bit of pain around my bra area....back and front. I'm guessing it's gall bladder related as my body isn't used to so much fatty carbs and junk! I've been eating so well for the past year that spending the day eating and drinking copious amount of fats and sugars must've shocked my body a bit. Goes to show just how much on the right track I've been all this time. Not just that but the way I've been feeling the last few days...tired, lethargic, bloated and gross...means that I probably felt like that all the time before my health kick! Imagine that! I always thought I felt this way because I was a busy mum but now I know...it was all the crap I was eating and dehydration (got quite dehydrated the last few days because I was drinking soft drink and no water at all). So there you go. Taking the next few days getting my diet back on track (healthy diet)...drinking more water. Surprise! I'm starting to feel more human already.<br />
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So the next day (boxing day) we spent at home then went ten pin bowling with my sister and her husband and the fam. Was quite surprised at how good I am at bowling LOL I was kicking butt! Until everyone got the shits and put the guard rails on then I was totally distracted by the guard rails and sucked! LOL I won the first game but still came second for the second game...despite the rails LOL<br />
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Anyway...the kids have gone to their dad's for a week and I'm here with the two little guys and spending the time getting the house back in order....and our diets :)<br />
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Overall it's been a great christmas! Merry Menageriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05454300188470606468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4071829084822779038.post-18553917580408222492012-11-22T02:13:00.002-08:002012-11-22T02:13:36.208-08:00Breaking Dawn Part 2<img alt="" class="image" height="208" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mdqufz0pn81rsznqgo1_500.gif" width="500" /><br />
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Exceeded all my expectations!<br />
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That final fight scene had me gasping and shaking my head. I was in shock as were the rest of the theatre. The other movies, although good...were pretty 'ho hum' but this one being the finale and all that, yeh I think they really pulled out all the stops!<br />
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Loved every second of it and for those who haven't seen it yet...and even those who've read the book and think you know how it plays out, you're in for a shock as there's a twist and it's a massive one!!!!<br />
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Ps - they played our song!!!!!! A Thousand Years - by Christina Perry <---- I walked down the aisle to that song! Gorgeous!Merry Menageriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05454300188470606468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4071829084822779038.post-68679601617931664092012-11-21T18:41:00.000-08:002012-11-21T18:41:15.810-08:00Aaah Bliss!Did I mention how much easier 2 kids are? Compared to 6? Like you might say...well duh! But I don't think anyone really realises just how much easier it actually is, especially when you only have 1 or 2 kids yourself. <br />
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As my husband works away for a week at a time. I'm left here with 6 kids by myself. Which is fine for the most part. And you do get used to it but I tell you what...every second weekend when my oldest 4 go to their dad's and I'm left here with just 2? UTTER BLISS!!!!!!<br />
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Seriously! It's more peaceful. The house is cleaner...I mean seriously what's a few toys when there's usually school bags, socks, books, bits of paper, school notes and kitchens totally destroyed by children who can now 'cook' (apparently). Let's put it to you this way, when they are away...my kitchen actually stays clean, because I'm the only one in it!!!! I put things away and clean up as I go! And no matter how many times I tell them, they don't always clean up after themselves and if they do...they do the bare minimum only and shmuch here (that's me) is left to do it all!<br />
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Nightimes are peaceful too...if not lonely at times. Because the younger ones go to be at a reasonable hour but the older ones stay up later so I get my nights back IYKWIM?<br />
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Don't get me wrong! Having older kids has its advantages, as when they're home they can do things for the little ones and I can sometimes duck out and pick up things at the shops or for a coffee without dragging a bunch of kids around. So there are advantages.<br />
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But anyway...kids going to dad's tonight and I'm actually looking forward to the peace and a clean kitchen! <br />
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Small things make us mums happy!Merry Menageriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05454300188470606468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4071829084822779038.post-61362958378937345582012-11-18T22:47:00.003-08:002012-11-18T22:47:53.737-08:00Exactly What I Needed<img alt="Photo" class="img" height="640" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-e-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s480x480/374562_10151151841983513_73447712_n.jpg" width="358" />Merry Menageriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05454300188470606468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4071829084822779038.post-8211098859968461712012-11-17T13:55:00.001-08:002012-11-17T14:41:57.785-08:00*sigh****Frankly I cant believe you are still talking about this.***<br />
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Well I am. So what?<br />
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****No, you should not offer a room to someone and have them have to open it up to children who have not learned how to respect anyones belongings.****<br />
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My children were 2 and 4...they were still in the process of learning to respect people's belongings. You don't expect someone's children to behave any different than your own children of similar age. Your own child got into things too! It was a rumpus room that they had free reign in up until that point! You do not go to someone's house and take them up on their hospitality, take up a room that belonged to their children and magically expect that those children wouldn't find their way in there somehow!(especially when you couldn't lock the door). If it wasn't my children that got into your stuff....if would have been your own child R! Either way, it hadn't even happened yet and we could have discussed it and figured out a solution like I did with the family I bunked with when I was at the ripe old age of 19. Her kids got into my suitcase and pulled out all my underwear and pads and things while she was in the shower! But you know what I did? Instead of harbouring my feelings, we discussed it like adults and found a solution. Just like that! It was THAT easy! Who would have thought? But no not you! No you prefer to act the martyr or the victim and make out that it was a direct insult to you. BTW I never had a room...I slept on their couch in their loungeroom while them and their kids lived their lives around me.....AND WAS GRATEFUL!!!! A concept you clearly know nothing about!!!<br />
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*** Your children are beautiful as are mine.***<br />
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Save it!<br />
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***When you finally learn that giving does not come with conditions***<br />
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What conditions???? That was my downfall actually that I DIDN'T have conditions!!!! Are you serious??!! That was where I went wrong with you.....I let you have free reign of my home! I never once stipulated any conditions WHATSOEVER....YOU....however....had a whole bunch of hidden conditions of your stay here AND our friendship that I knew nothing about! Are you kidding me?! This is one area I have actually remmedied since knowing you! I've actually put conditions ON my friendships now....BECAUSE OF YOU!!! Speak for yourself!<br />
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***then you may finally learn how self centred you are.***<br />
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Me??? Excuse me I'm not the one who conducted a friendship...all the while watching and microanalysing the other person's every move then go to their wedding and sit and make unreasonable conclusions about them based on how the wedding was conducted. Then ran around sending messages to said person about how terrible they are! YOU DID!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You're the one who's self-centred....have a fucking look at yourself!!! You made it all about YOU!!! And you are the ONLY one who did that - just you!!!!! What does that say about you???<br />
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***If it gives you any condolence I again am unhomed and John is coming with me due to the fact another narcissist like yourself is saying we cant be together.***<br />
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Now I'm a narcissist??? You're deluded! You have no idea. I never ONCE told you you couldn't be together with J - NOT ONCE!!!!! What the fuck are you on about??? It's funny how these things keep happening to YOU isn't it? What?...did you harbour ill feelings against that person too did you?....did you then let it out and show how ungrateful you are did you? And this is what you get??? It's funny how things work? Yes...here you are...the victim....again! The world is out to get you R....look out! Ppppppfffffffttttttt!<br />
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*** Get the fuck over yourself. ***<br />
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Err...no you get over yourself! Go and be the vicitimised martyr somewhere else...I'm not interested!<br />
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***Goodbye. Another chapter in my life I dont want to look back on.***<br />
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Yeh you keep saying that but you KEEP on finding a way to send me direct messages!!! I have never actually sent you ANY direct messages!!! I have not messaged you, your children your husband nor have I ever called you about anything. YOU on the other hand, keep coming back! You come and read MY BLOG then find a way to message me! This is my blog about my thoughts!!! You come and you find ME and then assume I write about you then message me crap full of contridictions!!! Do you have my blog saved in your favourites do you?? Do yourself a favour....delete it!!!! It serves you no purpose other than being a sticky beak! If you don't want to look back on the chapter then stop reading the fucking book!!!!! Fuck off and leave me alone R!!!!! Some people would call this harrassment!!! <br />
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***And for your information a Domestic Violence shelter is much more comfortable than your house.***<br />
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Oh really? Is that why you complained about that too???<br />
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***clean it up.***<br />
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I do! Stop just rocking up at people's places at 8 o'clock in the morning unannounced and expecting Buckingham fucking palace!!!<br />
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***teach your toddlers some manners***<br />
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You're one to talk...your 3 year old was pushing my 15mth old nephew down over and over again at my wedding and you didn't do a fucking God damn thing to stop her!!! <br />
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***and shut the fuck up about me!***<br />
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I can do what I like, when I like and how I like on my own blog. I have never mentioned your name!!! I will not be dictated by the likes of YOU!!! Stop reading my blog and you wouldn't even know what I'm talking about or who I'm talking about. And while you're at it, don't assume I'm talking about YOU!!! <br />
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No one forces you to read my blog you know...you do that all on your own!!! You've run out of ways to send messages to me so you come here so you can sticky beak on MY LIFE...then you can harrass me! Is it getting to you? That I'm so happy and having a great life?? Stop torturing yourself then!!! FUCK OFF!!! I don't go look at your stuff...so you can leave me the fuck ALONE!!!!! Maybe if you paid more attention to your own life you wouldn't be homeless....yet again!<br />
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So is your 'goodbye' for real now? Or are you having me on again? Because you just keep coming back!! <br />
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BTW I'm about to disable messages on here too now! Isn't it sad that I have to do that...just so that you can't contact me!!! When all the ways in which you can harrass me are gone...do I need to fear you coming to my home too?? (and driving off - yes we saw you that day *rolls eyes*) Because you do realise...that by then...we'd probably need police involvement. And none of us want that. So do me and yourself a favour and be true to your word, if this is really goodbye (again) then mean it! And leave me to my blog please!<br />
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The next morning it didn't hurt as bad so I thought that it was probably on the mend and didn't worry about it. Only she kept whinging about it on and off over the last few weeks, it would swell up and go back down a few times. Finally her father took her to the doctor who ordered xrays and ultrasounds and she had bits of wood still stuck in her ankle near the bone. So an appointment for the orthepedic surgeon was made for yesterday. So step mum takes her up there as I had all the kids here.<br />
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Here I was thinking that they'd dither and dawdle about some more but no...I get a phonecall that my daughter was set to have surgery last night!!!<br />
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So I call my dad to come watch the kids while I head on up there to paediatrics to sit with my daughter, only to find out they'd rescheduled for this morning. So I stayed there till about 8.30 as I had to go pick up my other daughter, while she stayed in overnight.<br />
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Head on up there again this morning where she went into theatre at about 12pm. It was the hardest thing I ever had to do...as brave and bubbly as she was, she finally fell apart just before she went in and cried saying "I don't want to do this mum". <br />
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I remember going into surgery when I was 16 and remembering how scared I was....more about the unknown than anything. It's surgery! <br />
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So here we both were, dressed in our hospital garb crying together as they wheel her into theatre while I held her hand as they put her to sleep.<br />
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A couple of hours later she's wheeled back into paediatrics all sore and sorry for herself and pretty groggy. Thankfully they got all the fragments out which were spread everywhere and had to be 'fished' for. Bascially they wanted to get them out before an infection developed and it affected the bone - hence the mad rush to get it out!<br />
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So it's been a tough couple of days...especially since I didn't have Aaron about to be there for me. And also having to be sitting around with my ex-husband and his wife....which was fine...but not exactly a walk in the park IYKWIM? <br />
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Anyway...all over red rover and I got her home and well with a strapped up ankle. Stitches out in two weeks :)Merry Menageriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05454300188470606468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4071829084822779038.post-77544221269458606952012-11-07T18:33:00.001-08:002012-11-07T18:33:29.927-08:00Isn't it sad!Isn't it sad that I hesitated in offering up my home to a friend in need today. I so wanted to help. While everyone around her was talking about staying in a women's shelter I was biting my tongue so I didn't offer my home. <br />
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I have a large rumpus room.<br />
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It is not the Taj Mahal...but it's a roof and it's somewhere to stay for a while for somebody who is desperate. <br />
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I hesitated because I was hurt very badly by someone who I offered the very same room to. She had a list of things that didn't appeal to her. Even put me down for even offering it knowing that it's a rumpus room with toys and furnature in it and where kids play. It caused me to become hesitant in offering anything to anyone in the future, even if I believed the person will be grateful, I can't be sure...so I hesitate! <br />
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People are in need and I hesitate because of this ungrateful woman. When I was younger I slept on someone's couch and was grateful! Not this chick...nope, she wanted to be able to lock the door and lock her stuff up. Yeh...sorry...I think maybe she was looking for a motel??<br />
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Shameful!<br />
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I did offer it in the end....but made stipulations that it wasn't Buckingham palace! Hopefully she is the bigger person and is grateful! Some women and their children are currently sleeping in their cars...perhaps this other woman would have preferred that?Merry Menageriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05454300188470606468noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4071829084822779038.post-64371556142988329512012-10-23T05:04:00.000-07:002012-10-23T05:04:04.826-07:00The Travel DreamersGot my travel <a href="http://thetraveldreamers.blogspot.com.au/">BLOG</a> all set up and ready to go!!! <br />
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Have a read!!!Merry Menageriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05454300188470606468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4071829084822779038.post-77566184185632101892012-10-07T06:39:00.000-07:002012-10-07T06:39:43.478-07:00I Wanna Go to New Zealand!Remember this post? <a href="http://merrymenagerie.blogspot.com.au/2012/07/i-want-to-go-to-italy.html">I Wanna Go to Italy!</a><br />
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Well...it turns out, we're just going to make it happen! <br />
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When we were talking of actually getting married, it was always "When we've finished paying this off" or "When we're both working"...etc But then one day we decided to make it happen! I haven't really done anything because he just can't save. We can't! Well we haven't...till now!<br />
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A decision has been made and we're going to do it. If we have to put $50 a week away till we accumulate enough money...then so be it! But this is going to happen.<br />
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We've made a plan....first stop NEW ZEALAND! Naturally! We are going to aim for this time next year. If we don't make it....then we don't make it, we're not going to kill ourselves to make it....we'll just have to make it later than we want, but we have an approximate date at the very least! So far I've put away about $250...ha ha ha! BUT it will grow and before you know it we'll have enough and we're out of here.<br />
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Our first real holiday!!!!<br />
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We'll be taking the two youngest children to NZ because it is their heritage and we would like for them to meet their great grandmother before she dies, however future travels will just be us. Because we think that the others will have plenty of opportunity to travel themselves when they get older. Plus we would never get there if we had to pay for everyone! Although I think Dana and I have plans in the future...backpacking. But that's a little ways off yet :)<br />
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So New Zealand it is!<br />
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A lovely relaxing driving holiday, checking out the places Aaron grew up like Auckland and Tauranga, and checking out Matamata...Hobbit country and all the volcanic Guisers and things.<br />
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It's going to be so great! And we're going to make it happen. Watch this space!<br />
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Merry Menageriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05454300188470606468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4071829084822779038.post-66791600247018946642012-09-30T05:46:00.001-07:002012-10-01T01:26:54.643-07:00The Angels Take Manhattan!<br />
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Well I've just watched one of the most anticipated episodes of Dr Who for the season. With all the hype going around about the Pond's departure I was expecting to be like this..<br />
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But I was more like this..<br />
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Call me heartless but it just didn't grab me this time. <br />
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Oh I know what Moffat was going for and there were some parts there that I'm sure, if the kid's weren't running around and all was quiet and I was able to concentrate...I would have been more like this...<br />
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All in all, however, the Weeping Angels didn't dissappoint in freaking me out...especially the statue of liberty!<br />
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Had me going like this...<br />
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The Romeo and Juliet reference was not lost on me, but couldn't believe that they were going to go out like that... I thought they were above that. And I never really 'believed' in Amy and Rory's relationship in the first place, especially not to the point of not wanting to go on without the other.<br />
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But the most heartwrenching part throughout the whole episode was the Doctor's plees for Amy to not look away from the angel and to stay with him.<br />
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The reference to the Raggedy Man was a nice touch and took me back to Amy's and the Doctor's earlier relationship.<br />
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It was a nice touch to take it back to when she was the 'girl who waited' but they could have played that up a little more though. But it was still sweet to refer back to that little girl who had so much faith that her Raggedy Man would come for her.<br />
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And it is how it ends for Amy but all of Dr Who Fandom is awaiting the intoduction of the Doctor's next companion...<br />
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and we will have to wait for the Christmas special now. <br />
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So we'll be waiting for another 3 months for the next installment....<br />
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Till then I stick with my Oswin theory and I guess we'll see if I'm even a little bit right huh? ;)<br />
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<br />Merry Menageriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05454300188470606468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4071829084822779038.post-10319319113837206722012-09-25T21:20:00.003-07:002012-09-25T21:20:46.548-07:00Wow...Talk About Bridezilla!Just heard the most amazing story about a girl we know who's getting married. Apparently she comes from a well-to-do family who is marrying into money and her Fiance earns a lot of money. <br />
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Her fiance bought her a $15,000 engagement ring which she accidently flushed down the toilet because it is so big and bulky that it got caught in the toilet paper...but no matter he's bought her another one.<br />
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Her wedding is going to cost $50,000 and is being held at a 5 star resort! No, she's not a celebrity just a chick from Wynnum!<br />
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Add to that, she's turned into a right royal bitch. She's threatened one of her bridesmaids saying that she better not get pregnant (the poor girl and her husband have been trying for a quite a while), because she will be fat and ruin her photos. She texts her bridesmaids constantly and when they don't text back in a resonable amount of time, she rings them and tells them "When I text you about the wedding I expect an answer straight away please the wedding is getting close". Has threatened all her bridesmaids about getting fat and ruining her wedding.<br />
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There are a few other things I'm hearing that I can't remember right now but recently she wrote this as her fb status..."<span class="userContent">So got an email saying my wedding planning has gone on extended sick leave and not sure when she'll be back.... But in the mean time we'll replace her with an inexperienced person who hasn't taken the time to review your file and takes her time at replying to emails!!!!!! Stressed bride - CHECK! Hope my bridesmaids are ready for tears!"</span><br />
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<span class="userContent">To which Aaron commented with..."<span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" id=".reactRoot[382].[1][2][1]{comment10151160798102580_24486345}..[1]..[1]..[0].[2]"><span class="UFICommentBody" id=".reactRoot[382].[1][2][1]{comment10151160798102580_24486345}..[1]..[1]..[0].[2]."><span id=".reactRoot[382].[1][2][1]{comment10151160798102580_24486345}..[1]..[1]..[0].[2]..[0]">The wedding isnt till next year toughen up. she probably has cancer."</span></span></span></span><br />
<span class="userContent"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}"><span class="UFICommentBody"><span>To which she replied with "<span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" id=".reactRoot[382].[1][2][1]{comment10151160798102580_24486421}..[1]..[1]..[0].[2]"><span class="UFICommentBody" id=".reactRoot[382].[1][2][1]{comment10151160798102580_24486421}..[1]..[1]..[0].[2]."><span id=".reactRoot[382].[1][2][1]{comment10151160798102580_24486421}..[1]..[1]..[0].[2]..[0]">Aaron!!!!!! Hahahaha bloody hell". She has now deleted Aaron as her friend LOL (She used to be my friend too but deleted me aaaaages ago. Wonder how bad she'd feel if the chick really did have a terminal illness...although she'd probably think how inconvenient of her to get sick!</span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span class="userContent"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}"><span class="UFICommentBody"><span><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}"><span class="UFICommentBody"><span>The worst yet is that my sister in law's fiance has just been involved in a serious motobike accident where he's smashed his leg and arm into pieces and have had to have screws and plates put in and will be 6 months out of work (but thankfully covered by workcover). This girl....without actually asking about her best friend's fiance has sent her a text saying that if she can't afford to be her bridesmaid (yes my sister in law has to pay for her dress etc...despite the chick being made of money) that she'll understand but would like to know now please as the wedding's coming up really fast. What the?? Give the girl a chance!!! She's not thinking about YOUR wedding right now honey...she's busy...you know...up at the hospital with her fiance which you kept saying "Ewwww" about when A finally got to tell you what's happened and what she'll have to do for the next few months for the man she loves (take to toilet, dress, bath, wipe arse, empty piss bottle). </span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span class="userContent"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}"><span class="UFICommentBody"><span><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}"><span class="UFICommentBody"><span>How's that for a Bridezilla huh? And get this....the wedding is not till....wait for it......June NEXT YEAR!!!! </span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span class="userContent"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}"><span class="UFICommentBody"><span><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}"><span class="UFICommentBody"><span>And just to think that someone had the audacity to call ME a Bridezilla!!! Not on your life!!! I was freaking awesome!!!! (And I didn't even have bridesmaids to boss around or unlimited money to splurge with and my wedding was still described as a designer wedding by said person BAAAHAAHAAHAAAAA!)</span></span></span></span></span></span></span>Merry Menageriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05454300188470606468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4071829084822779038.post-10272739655701028732012-09-15T03:58:00.001-07:002012-09-15T16:57:38.415-07:00Where Does it Come From??Determination. Where does it come from and what makes one person more determined than another? <br />
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Lately...well...within the last few years or so I've noticed that I seem to be a lot more determined than most people. I haven't really known why that is. I'm no better than anybody else, I don't believe I'm stronger than others...quite frankly I find myself quite weak in the grand scheme of things. Don't get me wrong...I'm strong, but I find that I'm not as strong as I know I can be, definetly not strong enough to have done the things I have done. Sometimes I think I've gotten through it all from sheer fluke, rather than any real talent on my part. I don't think much of myself, not in the low self-esteem type way but more in the realistic way. Realistically speaking, I'm not all that.....and really I've had a long time to become ok with that.<br />
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But underneath it all..the weakness, my inability to handle stress or pressure all that well....I have this determination, that, I guess, have gotten me through. I guess you can say it's a talent of sorts...I didn't create it, I don't think. I was probably born with it I guess. I must remember to ask my mum what she thinks about it...I'm sure she would say that I was stubborn. And I guess stubborness has hindered me in some ways but not others. I've noticed that stubborness has helped me in the important things. I'm not one to quit easily...I fight. I have too much pride to just give up on something....but then the 'something' has to be important to me and/or an actual decision rather than a pie in the sky idea.<br />
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I guess I should explore examples....<br />
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Losing weight! Ah the master of all 'mountains' to get over for most people. And just like most people I failed at that a few times. I quit way too soon. Which would give one the impression that I mustn't be very determined at all...I most certainly don't have any will power. I stopped and started so many times! But this is where it changed from this 'pie in the sky' ideal to an actual decision. Once I actually made that decision THAT WAS IT!!! I was determined. I pulled out all the stops...I quit making excuses. Trust me I had a lot of excuses and I could have formulated excuses anytime throughout my journey...as I had in the past, I was not above excuses...especially valid ones....oh they were all valid excuses! Really they were! But I was determined to do this. I was sick of being a fatty. I was sick of feeling down on myself and I was sick of seeing my self body issues dwindling...I WAS going to become healthy again and I was willing to do all that it took, as long as it was practical...to get there.<br />
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Isn't it funny to have that switch go off and suddenly you go from 'meh' to 'that's it I'm doing this'! What makes this happen I wonder? I had so much will power! I went to the gym almost every day....I HATED THE GYM but I kept going anyway. I wasn't going to allow my hatred for the gym or the inconvenience of the gym to get in the way of my goal. I had a goal and I was going to reach it. End of story.<br />
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Ok that's one example...<br />
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Another example would be Tupperware! I used to be a tupperware lady. I was good at it too, I was beginning to rake in some cash...or pocket money, if you will. But then I fell pregnant and between morning sickness and tiredness (being pregnant with 5 other children to take care of was no easy feat) I just couldn't do it anymore, I became complacent, and would make a few mistakes....that ordinarily I wouldn't have made. In the end I quit! Now where was that determination then? Yes I had an excuse...but I also know that there are many women who have been pregnant and had other children and worked full time and somehow managed. They were able to do it...why wasn't I? It came down to determination...they had it...I didn't. <br />
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Perhaps Tupperware wasn't all that important to me at the time...perhaps that's why I didn't fight as hard...but then getting fit was important to me and yet I stopped and started that many a time. <br />
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Breastfeeding...now this is a big one. I don't know where or how...but I had the determination and stubborness of a Bull!!! I didn't realise it at the time...but over the years from talking to other mothers and watching them struggle I've realised that I must have been one hell of a stubborn old cow!!<br />
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I had EVERYTHING going against me!!! I have had more 'issues' breastfeeding than a lot of other mothers (not all). And yet they quit...and I didn't. What made them quit and me succeed...not just once..oh no...but SIX TIMES? I'm no stronger than them...seriously I spent a lot of my early motherhood falling apart, mainy from not having enough support in my life more than anything And throughout all that, I never ACTUALLY fell apart...and I never ACTUALLY quit! Breastfeeding was not easy...and I was not 'lucky' as I've been told must have been the case, in fact being told that I was 'lucky' felt very condescending...ok maybe I was lucky once....or even twice but to be lucky 6 times?? If I was so lucky how come I haven't yet won the lottery?? Nah...it wasn't luck...it was determination, attitude and my management skills that got me through it. But where did I get them from? And why some things and with other things?<br />
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This brings me to daycare. I've never been one to think much of daycare at all....although my opinion has since changed slightly since my aunt, who I admire and trust as a person, started working there. Whilst understanding my concerns with childcare, she was able to share with me the positives that can come of it too. So I'm not all that against it these days. Nevertheless...I'm very proud of myself. I don't know how...and I don't know why...but somehow I've managed to go almost 16 years as a mother...through having a husband that was never emotionally present...go through an awful and bitter breakup and divorce, being a single mother...hooking up with someone new and dealing with the adjustment that brings...to miscarriage and moving and depression and all that...and....NOT ONCE...have I EVER resorted to sending my children to daycare! Not for any reason...as much as I may have needed a break or whatever the situation may have been...I never actually did send them. <br />
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Again...I'm not better than anyone else but I think the difference with me is the way I think about things. I think it's easy to blame the children for how hard your life is...that you need a break. I don't mean blame in a negative sense either...more so see the children as the reason for XYZ. I guess when I felt the most pressure in wanting to send them to daycare is when I changed how I saw the 'issue' itself. So instead of thinking to myself 'Well maybe if I send such and such to daycare then things will be better because I can have that one day to myself blah blah blah" I thought "No...it's not the child that's the problem...it's how I'm dealing with said child/situation". So in the case of breastfeeding...it wasn't the breastfeeding that was the enemy...breastfeeding was not causing my issues and my tiredness and the fact that I felt drained 24/7 it was my management of my breastfeeding...my management of my life...my management of my tiredness. <br />
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I guess I have this ability to ....eventually...cos lets face it initially I'd be all blaming of whatever until I actually stopped and thought about it LOL....see what the real problem was and rather than quit...try and see the situation and manage the situation another way. <br />
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Take my son for instance....Rhys! For a few years, probably from about 7/8 years (and on a smaller scale earlier than that even) till about 12ish...I had nothing but problems with him. His behaviour at school...his behaviour at home. My fear for him was that he was going to become a criminal by the time he hit his teens...and I was deadly serious. I got it from every which way...I had people telling me that perhaps I should send my son away to live with his father. I had it from his father. I had it from Aaron. I had it from my grandfather. I had it from my mother. I had it from friends. They were all saying...."Hey maybe you should send him to live with his father!"...each person giving their reasons as to why I should. But you know what? I KNEW that that wasn't the answer! I KNEW that quiting and sending my child away wasn't going to be the cure here. I just KNEW it was worth the fight...HE was worth the fight. And rather than look at HIM as the problem....rather I looked at my management of the situation. Again...quitting would have been the easy thing to do...stopping breastfeeding would have been easy...sending my kids to daycare would have been easy....quiting weight loss would have been easy ....and sending my son away would have been easy too. <br />
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To me...all those easy way outs just seemed such a copout! Yes I could of stopped breastfeeding, it certainly would have made my homelife better...maybe...but then what? How would I feel about myself if I just quit...why?...because it got hard?? Hello!!!! LIFE is hard! Everybody has hard. You don't just give up because it got hard! You don't just send your kid to daycare cos it's hard...you don't just quit the gym because it's hard.....you don't just send your child away cos it's hard! What kind of a presedence does that set when you start quiting important things because it's hard? What kind of a message would that have sent to my children? To my son? "Oh I sent you away because you got too hard". I KNEW that if I had done that, it would have done way more damage to him...and I think also it would have sent a message to my other kids that they can be sent away too if life gets too hard. That I can give up on my children...that I can give up on what's important...just like that! <br />
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In the end, what all this detemination and stubborness has gotten me is a sense of pride and empowerment beyond belief!!! Look what I've done??? I lost 25kg in 6 months...with 6 children to boot! I breastfed 6 children for 6 years!!! (one year each was my goal) I never resorted to dumping my kids into daycare just so I can have a 'break' (and God knows I needed one) and best of all I NEVER resorted to sending my son away because he became too hard. <br />
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Things are so so so so much better with him now. I don't know what's changed but it's been almost sudden, it's been almost an overnight change, that's how quick it was. Our relationship has grown considerably! I believe there's a few factors at play because he was slowly improving once we moved to Toowoomba and he started spending more time with his Dad...that was the beginning of the change. But the vast improvement has come this year. As much as I feared him starting highschool and thinking that if he can't cope with primary school...how the hell would he be able to cope with highschool...he has thrived!!! The change in him has been phenominal! He is a different kid. To have his SOSE teacher call me and tell me "Rhys gives me the impression that he's got it all together"...yeh wow! None of his primary teachers would have said that...NONE!<br />
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I think that it's partly because he's matured and grown into himself, perhaps how highschool is structured and how he's treated at highschool (like an adult?) is better for thim. But mostly I'd like to think the change within our relationship has come from knowing that I stuck by him and never gave up on him. I just knew that it'd be the wrong thing to do and a copout and the message he would have gotten from me would have been that I give up when the going gets tough and he would have lost his trust in me something shocking. I think he appreciates and trusts me more now. Don't get me wrong, he's not perfect by any means and he still has his moments...but now days these moments are easily dealt with and probably no different from any other teen whereas before it was almost unbearable and beating me down. But I'm glad I stuck to my guns because we are so much better off because of it. He even has goals now for when he leaves school...we've both sat down and worked out plan A, plan B...etc etc And for the first time he's showing enthusiasm for school work to the point where we are down to him only failing ONE subject! And because he's showing all this promise now, I'm willing to hire a tutor for him for next term to sort that out.<br />
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So yes...stubborness and determination can be bad sometimes but it can also have good outcomes...where the hell it comes from in me? I don't know. I'm really not all that...but somehow I dig deep down and I find this sense of determination and go like a bull at a gate and do not quit! I may want to...I may come very close to but somehow my pride doesn't allow me to!<br />
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I just hope this gets me through Uni bahaahaaaaa! ;)<br />
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<span class="userContent"><span style="font-size: small;">My theory on Oswin, being a genius and all, she saved 'herself', think 'Silence in the Library', Clara is merely her first name, Oswin being her middle name or vice versa. She's saved on 'file' somewhere and the doctor will download her.....if he remembers ;P</span></span></div>
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<span class="userContentSecondary"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}"><span class="UFICommentBody"><span><span style="font-size: small;"><span id=".reactRoot[238].[1][2][1]{comment363791597031803_363793097031653}..[1]..[1]..[0].[1]"> </span><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" id=".reactRoot[238].[1][2][1]{comment363791597031803_363793097031653}..[1]..[1]..[0].[2]"><span class="UFICommentBody" id=".reactRoot[238].[1][2][1]{comment363791597031803_363793097031653}..[1]..[1]..[0].[2]."><span id=".reactRoot[238].[1][2][1]{comment363791597031803_363793097031653}..[1]..[1]..[0].[2]..[0]"><span id=".reactRoot[238].[1][2][1]{comment363791597031803_363793097031653}..[1]..[1]..[0].[2]..[0].[0]">Oswin worked with computers, was able to hack the most advanced computer system in the universe - Dalak...make them 'forget'...would be able to make the Dr 'remember' via the Tardi</span></span><span id=".reactRoot[238].[1][2][1]{comment363791597031803_363793097031653}..[1]..[1]..[0].[2]..[3]"><span id=".reactRoot[238].[1][2][1]{comment363791597031803_363793097031653}..[1]..[1]..[0].[2]..[3]."><span id=".reactRoot[238].[1][2][1]{comment363791597031803_363793097031653}..[1]..[1]..[0].[2]..[3]..[0]">s even...OMG hack the tardis! Oh what an idea! Oh oh oh in the matrix Mr Anderson's name is 'Neo' his hacker name...Oswin is her hacker name too...her real name is Clara.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div>
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<span class="userContentSecondary"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}"><span class="UFICommentBody"><span><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}"><span class="UFICommentBody"><span><span><span><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}"><span class="UFICommentBody"><span><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}"><span class="UFICommentBody"><span><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" id=".reactRoot[238].[1][2][1]{comment363791597031803_363797040364592}..[1]..[1]..[0].[2]"><span class="UFICommentBody" id=".reactRoot[238].[1][2][1]{comment363791597031803_363797040364592}..[1]..[1]..[0].[2]."><span id=".reactRoot[238].[1][2][1]{comment363791597031803_363797040364592}..[1]..[1]..[0].[2]..[0]"><span style="font-size: small;">My other theory is, Oswin was talking to her mother, perhaps 'Clara' is her mother? But that's too boring LOL I like my theory better...yes Oswin was a Dalek but she was also human and a genius which is why the Daleks wanted her</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div>
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Yes....I did!<br />
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We have been waiting for about year or so for the new season and when it finally came they were going to make us Aussies wait a week before they aired it. Well thankfully in this digital age of 'internet' we didn't have to wait as ABC iview had it available at 5.10 on father's day morning for us all to watch about an hour after it aired in the UK. Yay!<br />
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So what did I think of the first episode of the season? <br />
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All in all?...<br />
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...but also mixed. A combination of happiness that Dr Who is back and confusion that they introduced the doctor's new companion under another name, who ended up being a Dalek..<br />
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Who liked making souffles...<br />
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...and who they promptly killed off in the first episode.<br />
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Humph!<br />
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Let's not let that spoil the fun though, for the poor doctor as we are made very well aware that she is going to be remembered...<br />
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....now the question is...how are they going to bring her back??? ..<br />
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A Dalek with an identity crisis...<br />
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...a girl who bakes souffles who travels with a...<br />
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But I suppose we all know what happens to the Doctor when he travels alone..<br />
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But what of Amy and Rory?<br />
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Can they be killed off?.....again?<br />
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But they can't do that!!!!<br />
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Live in an alternate universe?...again?<br />
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Nope they can't do that either....I could not handle anymore of that...<br />
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Oh my poor heart!<br />
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Hmm I guess we'll have to wait and see.<br />
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*sigh*<br />
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Meanwhile I await....<br />
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,<img alt="Fangirl" class="toggle_inline_image inline_image" height="185" src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m9mrousEHC1rnj99k.gif" width="237" /> excitedly .....<br />
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....for the next pre-airing on iview of....<br />
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"Dinosaurs on a Spaceship" and wonder what's going to happen now that the question has been asked....<br />
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Will the silence fall?<br />
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Will there be more weeping Angels?<br />
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How about dancing Oods?<br />
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Bring back the Ballerina Dalek?<br />
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Who's to say?<br />
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I'm getting fidgetty with anticipation just thinking about it!<br />
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As for the Doctor himself...as much as I love 11,<br />
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I am still quite upset that 10 lefts us...<br />
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But am looking forward to many many more eps with 11 doing what he does best...<br />
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So with that, I bid you....<br />
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And will be back after the next installment...<br />
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Toodleloo!<br />
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PS - Fez's are cool!<br />
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Ok I'll go now...<br />
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<br />Merry Menageriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05454300188470606468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4071829084822779038.post-12809430182477285012012-08-26T18:49:00.001-07:002012-08-26T18:49:16.674-07:00Update on My New Obsession...Plus Two More Obsessions *Gasp*<u>Cooking</u><br />
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Yes that's right...I have two more!!! Two more things that are going to take up my time and my thoughts. Yes two more things that would take me away from a certain friend, if I still had her, and make me all 'distant' and 'fake' and 'up myself' and all that. Yes I have THAT much power over people...who knew??<br />
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Anyway before I introduce you to my new obsessions, I'll update my cooking obsession for you all....<br />
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It's been great! We've introduced some new taste sensations, revamped some old ones and had a few failures in between. I've started my blog and have shared it with a few of my close friends for the time being, until I get more confident...<br />
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I've even done a few sweet dishes (which I was avoiding to start off with)...here are a few photos...<br />
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Basically a sweet dip made on Cake batter. I served this at a "Nature's Direct" party I recently had. Oh yeh I've gotten into more natural cleaning products for the home too, I'll talk about that in another post another time. Anyway I served this with some tiny teddies and some strawberries....the strawberries dipped in this stuff is pure heaven, it was like there was a party in my mouth and everyone was invited. Needless to say I was asked for the recipe by a few people.<br />
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This was an old recipe from way back from my ex mother in law but it went MIA for a few years but I recently found it again in amongst some crap I was going through. So glad I did find it as it is one of my favourite slices to make....and to eat. Really yummy! <br />
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Now these are a bit 'naked' as I usually dip them in chocolate but I couldn't be bothered that day. But these are a tried and true recipe from way back that I've been making for years. I got it out of my "Everyday Cookery" textbook from year 10 home ec....that's how long I've had it. It's old and tattered now but I still love that cookbook!<br />
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And here's a failure! (Don't try this at home folks!)<br />
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So yes I've been a very busy bee indeeed. Loving this cooking bug and so is my family...they're loving it!</div>
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This brings me to my next obsession....Garage Sales!!! OMG they are so much fun!! Aaron and I went to a few back when we first got together and we really enjoyed it, but we just haven't been since. I don't know...I guess life got in the way. But Aaron thought of this wonderful idea of starting up again and I'm so glad we did! We set out early on Saturday morning....it was about 5.30, we stopped off at Zerraphas (sp?) for a coffee and planned our order of attack then we went to all these places and picked up some really great bargains. Aaron got a small laptop for $50 and a digital camera for $10. I got some Dragonology books and board game for Dana for $25 the lot. I found a Billabong coat for $1. And a few other bits and pieces...clothing and jewerly for $1, a board game for $2....it was brilliant! We had so much fun! </div>
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So now...we have the bug...the garage saling bug! And we plan on putting money aside each week and going every few months or so. So stay tuned...as I brag about all the bargains I find. Scrap Vinnies....I'll never get my kid's clothes from there again!</div>
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<u>Quilting!</u></div>
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Yes I've started quilting! I'm very new at it and am being instructed by a friend and we've decided we're going to have a quiltting bee every week. So I'm now going through all the clothing we don't want that is too gungy for vinnies and cutting them up for patches.</div>
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So exciting! And it will give me something to do of a night time when I'm watching my shows. (I have a thing where I can't watch tv without doing something with my hands...folding washing, computer, ipod, phone...whatever...I need to do something with my hands so now I can sew as well! I can't sew for shit...I've never been able to sew anything other than a button or a heam, but I'm sure going to learn very quickly. </div>
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So...that is the obsession(s) updates from me, until next time :)</div>
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Merry Menageriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05454300188470606468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4071829084822779038.post-19237158929150649602012-08-26T17:49:00.001-07:002012-08-26T17:49:27.365-07:00ApologyI apologise to my readers for my socially awkward penguin. I do realise it's not along the usual lines of this blog but I thought he was cute, even if a little on the lame and juvenile side. So yes...I do apologise.Merry Menageriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05454300188470606468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4071829084822779038.post-81337612623989477902012-08-22T06:34:00.002-07:002012-08-22T06:34:32.663-07:00Socially Awkward Penguin!I love this guy!<br />
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Merry Menageriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05454300188470606468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4071829084822779038.post-6401176943263555852012-08-22T02:05:00.000-07:002012-08-22T02:30:00.963-07:0050 Shades of Pedophilia?Yes I'm revisiting this...sorry...but it's been playing on my mind for a few weeks now.<br />
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I did start reading 50 shades...I did...out of curiosity and because I like a bit of 'tasteful' erotica...but I could only get to chapter 12. I couldn't read any further I just couldn't. I did flick through and read bits and pieces but I just couldn't sit down and read through this trash any further. <br />
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I was feeling sick...and I couldn't put my finger on why. I recognised the sexual abuse, I recogised the imbalance of power and how this was used against the girl. I recognised how abuse happened, how he groomed her and made her believe that she had the control in the form of consent. <br />
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Apart from the obvious lack of depth of character and the terrible style of writing (I have nothing against bad writing styles if the story is good) I was just so flabbergasted that so many women...women on my news feed even, were day dreaming about that arrogant controlling son of a bitch Christian Grey. <br />
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I was starting to fear for them...wanting men to treat them like that...wanting THEIR men to treat them like that (what a slippery slope that would be) and they called ity romance? There is not ONE OUNCE of romance in that book...not one!!! This isn't romance folks - it's not. Romance is having a little romp with all the toys and all that you want, all the while being respected as a person in and out of the bedroom...Christian Grey did not respect Anna in any way shape or form...he didn't...he saw her as an easy target to live out his pathetic fantasy of raping and abusing someone without actually raping and abusing someone. <br />
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There was something else so so wrong here...it felt off and wrong...the whole thing. And after reading this letter, it all slips into place. But I won't crap on anymore...I have my opinion based on what I know and have experienced...re - abuse, rape, molestation, so I will allow you all the chance to form your own opinion. This is putting to words that I am unable to. <br />
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Fifty Shades Of Grey – Pedophilia Hiding In Plain Sight (Letter from a reader)</h1>
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<strong>NOTE: This <span class="IL_AD" iceid="10" id="IL_AD8"><u><span style="color: #420642;">message</span></u></span> was left on on unrelated political story on my site. My first instinct was to simply delete it. As I read further though it became apparent the author is being very sincere in what she is communicating here. I also, like many of you, continue to be outraged by the sickening Jerry Sandusky tragedy. While I am not nearly so familiar with the story 50 Shades of Grey beyond the apparent fact it’s very popular among women, the author of this message details a compelling case for something far more dangerous and sinister going on with a book that has been embraced by the <span class="IL_AD" iceid="4" id="IL_AD2"><u><span style="color: #420642;">mainstream</span></u></span>. I won’t make any <span class="IL_AD" iceid="5" id="IL_AD3"><u><span style="color: #420642;">judgments</span></u></span> as to the validity of this author’s claims quite yet. Perhaps those of you more familiar with the book, who can corroborate or dispute the evidence, can do so on your own in the comments section. If what Kat says is right though, what does that say of our society that so many so willingly embraced a story of pedophilia that, as she has put it, was “hiding in plain sight”.</strong><br />
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<strong>(<span class="IL_AD" iceid="3" id="IL_AD1"><u><span style="color: #420642;">People like</span></u></span> Jerry Sandusky are viewed with hatred, revulsion, and disgust. Rightfully so. What mother would want to condone anything having to do with the sexual abuse of children? Of innocents? But that is exactly what 50 Shades of Grey is really about.)</strong><br />
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<em>UM, Way off topic here but I thought I could post something that is really sickening to me in a forum that I know gets a lot of readers. If you want to remove it I totally understand. It is a letter I wrote to society I guess on the subject of pedophilia and a warning that a whole lot of us are being in a way I guess, abused by something that has become very popular.</em><br />
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<strong>50 Shades of Grey – Pedophilia Hiding In Plain Sight</strong><br />
The story of convicted child rapist Jerry Sandusky is well known. So too is the <em>50 Shades of Grey</em> phenomena, a book that has become so popular among women that some are referring to it as “Mommy Porn” for the masses. That description is actually a lot more disturbing than a lot of folks are currently realizing.<br />
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Yes, 50 Shades is pornography. Like most pornography, the storyline is weak, the characters one-dimensional, while the sex itself graphic, detailed, but formulaic. The underlying theme to 50 Shades is something far more sinister and appalling though than your mere run-of-the-mill porn. It is pedophilia. It is child porn. Kiddie porn.<br />
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Now I know after saying that, many female fans of 50 Shades, many of them <span class="IL_AD" iceid="14" id="IL_AD12"><u><span style="color: #420642;">mothers</span></u></span>, will naturally put up a defense against that kind of description. These women, being mothers, are naturally wired to protect kids. People like Jerry Sandusky are viewed with hatred, revulsion, and disgust. Rightfully so. What mother would want to condone anything having to do with the sexual abuse of children? Of innocents?<br />
But that is exactly what 50 Shades of Grey is really about. It is a story of a girl being sexually molested, over and over again, by a male figure with all the power, all the control. It is the classic abuse scenario. And mothers are, in some cases, quite literally getting off on it, which takes the disgust of this phenomena to a whole other frightening level.<br />
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So having put that out there, and I hope I haven’t lost any of you just yet. I owe you an explanation after having made that kind of accusation about a book some of you may be reading right now. I’ll start with a bit of background first.<br />
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My professional experience centers around nearly 20 years with Child Protective <span class="IL_AD" iceid="9" id="IL_AD7"><u><span style="color: #420642;">Services</span></u></span>. Over that time, I’ve seen situations that do, literally, keep me up at night. The amount of abuse that is going on in our society, that sexualization of our kids…well basically, what you hear about, what is reported in the news, that is only a small sample of just how large of a problem and the disgusting acts that are going on every day. Kids are being raped. Kids are being abused. <span class="IL_AD" iceid="11" id="IL_AD9"><u><span style="color: #420642;">Every single day</span></u></span>. Over and over and over again.<br />
I didn’t seek out 50 Shades of Grey. It was brought to my attention by a longtime friend who is also a clinical psychologist at a university. She’s a bit older than me. She grew up in the counter culture era and did her fair share of experimentation of all kinds. So she’s hardly a prude. What she today though is a mother and grandmother. And she’s smart. One of the things that fascinates her is this age of cultural phenomena. How due to technology things now spread so quickly throughout society and become the next big thing at an increasingly rapid pace. She says sometimes this phenomena is pretty much harmless, and other times it can be very damaging to kids and or adults who <span class="IL_AD" iceid="13" id="IL_AD11"><u><span style="color: #420642;">begin</span></u></span> to emulate something out of a need to belong to the “next big thing”.<br />
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Her reaction to 50 Shades of Grey though was much more aggressively negative than anything I could recall her talking about before. It came up because I mentioned it to her offhand. I had seen a couple mentions of it on the news and knowing her interest in cultural trends, asked her about it. She stopped talking, looked right at me, and said the book was about pedophilia. And it was her who then connected it to the Sandusky tragedy where so many young boys had been sexually abused. Sandusky committed his acts of crime under the cover of actually helping youth. That is how he gained access. My friend said 50 Shades was basically the same exact thing. Its cover was a story of a young woman engaging is a very graphic sexual relationship with a somewhat older man.<br />
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The problem for her, and it was a BIG PROBLEM, was that the narrator in the story, was in fact, an underage girl. My friend indicated, based on the use of language in the narration, that <span class="IL_AD" iceid="12" id="IL_AD10"><u><span style="color: #420642;">this girl</span></u></span> was likely no more than 12 or 13 years of age. I made mention that the girl in the story was actually getting ready to graduate college. My friend, a woman with years of experience as a clinical psychologist, whose expertise I had personally witnessed a number of times over the years, shook her head and told me that she would not be able to convince me by simply talking about it. She said I should read the book myself, but do so with <span class="IL_AD" iceid="6" id="IL_AD4"><u><span style="color: #420642;">the eyes of</span></u></span> somebody whose job it had been for many years to try and protect children. As someone who has seen over and over the <span class="IL_AD" iceid="7" id="IL_AD5"><u><span style="color: #420642;">signs of</span></u></span> abuse, and the damages of abuse. Because there are always warning signs. I know that. How many times have I heard people horrified in saying “I can’t believe I didn’t see that” “How couldn’t I have known?” Or even worse, “I knew something wasn’t right but I didn’t want to believe they were capable of doing something like that.”<br />
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I’ll try and summarize my friend’s words at this point as best I can.<br />
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“Sexual predators are cons. They almost always have a cover. It’s that cover which allows them access. 50 Shades of Grey is a con. It now has access to millions of readers. It is a story about abuse from beginning to end. And it’s not just the abuse of <span class="IL_AD" iceid="8" id="IL_AD6"><u><span style="color: #420642;">a man and a woman</span></u></span> – it’s the abuse of a man and a girl.<br />
When you read it, look for the signs. They are all there.<br />
The female character has no sexual experience. None. She is given the age of 21, but that age is itself a cover. Her true emotional age is much-much younger. She has never even masturbated. She has never even experienced an orgasm. That alone is one of the greatest attractions to the pedophile. That is the psychology of that kind of act. You get off on taking purity.<br />
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But move from the fact the girl has no sexual experience whatsoever. Now pay attention to her narrative dialogue. Really listen to how she talks. Again, she’s not talking like a young woman, she’s talking like a girl. She talks about cartwheels, and skipping, over and over again it is the language and the imagery of a girl.<br />
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After that this girl has her innocence taken from her. The abuser, the older man, makes her think its her choice. Again, you and I both know that is one of the primary tools of the pedophile. They create an environment where the child feels it’s their idea. It’s what they want. But what happens after that innocence is taken away? Then the abuser becomes more openly abusive. Controlling. In this story he tells the little girl how to speak. What to wear. What to eat. He is Daddy and she is daughter. When you read it read it like a mother who is also a woman who is experienced with the real life tragedy of abuse.<br />
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And there is many more themes about that abuse in this book. There is spanking and the use of Baby oil. Why baby oil? Think about it. The girl wears pigtails. She complains that he is treating her like a child. He says she acts like a child. There is even a scene where the abuser creates a situation to take her innocence from her again. He rips out her tampon and engages in forceful sex yet again. Her hymen is ripped, and the bloody remnants of it are again symbolized in an act of pedophile rape.”<br />
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She went on to say there are women now defending the book, and she understands that, but it concerns her. A great deal, because she is absolutely convinced the book is purposely advocating the raping of a child and attempting to normalize that atrocity.<br />
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So, I left that conversation thinking maybe my friend was exaggerating. I had a hard time believing something so popular could actually have such a sinister and revolting theme, and while I respected her expertise and experience, thought this time she had to be seeing something that just wasn’t there.<br />
I got the book, I sat down, and I read it.<br />
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The first thing that struck me was how poor the writing was. It wasn’t just bad. It was horrible. But horrible writing is no crime, (thank goodness or I would have been put away a long time ago) and it doesn’t make the content of the story evil. But in my reading of it, just like my friend said, the theme of child abuse, of pedophilia, was right there in plain sight. I remember being told a long time ago that sometimes the best way to hide something is in plain sight. That is what 50 Shades of Grey is really doing.<br />
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The main character had no sexual experience. None. She was an innocent. She was a kid who had just had her first drink of alcohol. No way that was an accident by the author. That author had to have purposely made her, despite her given age of 21, by any other measure, a little girl. At that point, it struck me as odd. In my business, we call that a warning signal. A sign we may have a problem.<br />
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From there, just like my friend had warned, it got worse. Much worse. And she was right, her telling me about it did not have the impact of me reading it myself with eyes open. She had given me the signs to look for, and as I turned the pages, those signs confirmed it over and over again.<br />
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The narration, which is the voice of the girl talking to the reader, was the voice of a little girl. It’s unmistakable. There is very little emotional maturity and absolutely no sexual maturity. She is seduced by this man in the very same way a pedophile seduces a child. The male character is Gerry Sandusky. He makes a show of his money, his power, the things he can buy for her, but while this is going on, we are reading the thoughts of a child. We are reading the seduction of a little girl by a pedophile. She is almost completely powerless. She is naïve even for a teenager, and certainly much much more naïve than a college student. She is incapable of even making the most simple of every day decisions and must be told what to do by her abuser, who in turn though spends a lot of time and effort convincing this child this is really what she wants. I’ve seen this before. Too often. Too many times. And it always leaves me sickened.<br />
We are reading child pornography. Remove the false age of the girl, which has no basis in reality, and what we are actually reading is the abuse of a little girl.<br />
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The main character is described in pigtails, given words like “Holy Cow” “down there”, “jeez” “double crap” she can’t operate a computer (but is supposedly a college graduate), describes skipping and doing cartwheels, repeatedly says she is made to feel like a child, has her imaginary friend (inner goddess) feels shame, is spanked and slathered in BABY OIL, told what to say, what to eat, what to do, until finally and sadly so predictably, is physically beaten. (But she returns to him soon after, which is again, a very common theme of abuse, including pedophilia)<br />
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And beyond all of this evidence there is the fact that the male character is himself a product of sexual abuse at the hands of a pedophile. The girl whose thoughts we listen in on as she is being abused, recognizes this aspect of the male abuser, but apparently, is too naïve or unwilling to realize she has continued this cycle of abuse herself. (Which again reinforces the idea that she is actually herself just a child) There is no way the author did this by accident. She puts out the theme of pedophilia openly, therefore hiding it in plain sight.<br />
People who have had to deal with the real world of sexual abuse of children will understand this perhaps more easily than others. How the pedophile is so often themselves victims of earlier abuse. They enter society, they become fathers or mothers, but so often they too become abusive. They seek out dominance, control, and the taking of innocence just as it was taken from them. Those who were once abused, become the abuser. It is the sad sick and tragic cycle of pedophilia.<br />
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With 50 Shades of Grey this abnormal condition is trying to be normalized. Thanks to the insight of my friend, and my own experience, I know it for what it truly is – a story of the sexual abuse of child, wrapped in the cliché cover story of a mysterious and troubled wealthy man. That is another thing my clinical psychologist friend pointed out later. Take away the aspect of money, and the character of the abuser becomes much less attractive and therefore it would have been much more difficult to pull of the deception. Are women actually that shallow? Yes, we can be.<br />
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But women, the vast majority of us, are not people who knowingly condone the sexual abuse of children. We do not condone in any way, the horror that is pedophilia.<br />
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Sadly though, that is exactly what is happening with the popularity of 50 Shades of Grey. It’s a pedophilia con.<br />
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It is one of the most horrible and sickening acts against the most powerless of our society, hiding in plain sight.<br />
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Maybe my friend put it best when we talked all of this over. 50 Shades of Grey didn’t excite her. She didn’t find it interesting, sexy, or romantic.<br />
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50 Shades of Grey made her weep. It made her sick. It made her think of the abuses of all of those kids by a demented, warped monster like Jerry Sandusky, who, just like the pedophilia of 50 Shades of Grey, was hiding in plain sight.<br />
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Found here - <a href="http://theulstermanreport.com/2012/08/16/50-shades-of-grey-pedophilia-hiding-in-plain-sight-letter-from-a-reader/">http://theulstermanreport.com/2012/08/16/50-shades-of-grey-pedophilia-hiding-in-plain-sight-letter-from-a-reader/</a><br />
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I'm not sure If I agree 100% with the author of the letter, but I do think that it has merit and probably a reason why it sat so wrong with me, apart from the gender politics, what they are saying makes a lot of sense though.</div>
Merry Menageriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05454300188470606468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4071829084822779038.post-69326018900854744482012-08-08T18:16:00.001-07:002012-08-08T18:16:48.042-07:00Red Tent - No More!I've written about the red tent and as you know I was part of the red tent facebook group. I have now 'unliked' the group. I've realised that it's not something that I want splashed across my feed. <br />
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As I've said before, I love the concept of it, but what I don't like about it is the worshipping of women, the worshipping of menstual blood and such like. To me, it's like worshipping an Anuism(sp?), or snot...<br />
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Oh glorious snot<br />
How I adore your green flowing goodness<br />
You flow over my face and then,<br />
I need a tissue to clean you,<br />
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It's odd to worship and celebrate a bodily function. I think that we should accept it and that it shouldn't be taboo, and quite fankly its no where near as taboo as it use to be. But to make poetry about it...create art with it? No! Go out and celebrate something else...your acheivements.... anything. And now that I know that menstuation isn't healthy or normal...it's even more off that one would want to worship it. <br />
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The whole 'inner Goddess' thing makes me feel uncomfortable too. It's the whole pagan infiltration that puts me off. I don't mind the concept of women having somewhere to go to talk to other women and be heard, but what's with the religious stuff that needs to go with it? If I wanted religion I'd go to church, if I wanted rituals I'd join a cult. And this is what it seems to be like...a cult that wishes to brainwash women to believe they are Goddesses and that their menstual blood is gold and in need of worship. <br />
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I don't NEED to search for some reason to think highly of my gender...I already appreciate who I am and what I do. I find this constant need to validate being a woman a little too..insecure...for want of a better word. Insecure within themselves and who they are and what they represent that they need to conjure up ways to celebrate their femininity and worship it. It's strange. It's almost like they know they are pathetic human beings...they know that they are merely a speck in the universe but they are so puffed up in their self importance that instead of looking outside themselves in search of 'God' or a version of God...they look within themselves in search for God. Do they think that they are that great that they are God? Sound's very mormon to me. It's very odd. <br />
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Don't get me wrong. I'm very open minded. It's why I joined the fb page in the first place. It's why I took part in the women's circle last year. I had no qualms at all about any of it, mainly because I got to choose what I took part in and how much. But when this stuff is being splashed across my newsfeed and I'm forced to look at it...it's when I protest. It was my choice to join the page but it was not my choice to watch other women blindly following others in worshipping of their bodily functions...like it somehow has power over them. And now that I know that it's basically a heommorage of an organ that they are worshipping...it's even harder to watch and not want to shake some sense into these women. <br />
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It's funny....the other day I watched a movie called "Wonderlust" it has Jennifer Aniston and that other dude from friends (Paul Rudd) and it was about this couple who stumble into a hippy commune...and OMG it was so funny. It soooo reminded me of this group.<br />
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<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sKOJNtctg7g">Wonderlust Trailer</a><br />
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If you ever watch it (it's not for the faint hearted by the way) watch out for the bathroom mirror scene...OMG I was laughing so hard!!!! <br />
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Anyway...so no...the red tent (well the way they've contructed it) is not for me. I'd like my own red tent but I'd like it to be just a place to hang when I'm PMSing and for everyone to leave me alone while I cry and yell and rant....I just don't want the Kumbaya stuff and the worshipping of idols - no thanks.<br />
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PS - I have to post the bathroom scene. For those who are easily offended and precious and who don't like swearing and smutt....it's not for you ok...just a warning ok.<br />
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<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K-Cjn7JMqgE">Hilareously funny bathroom scene</a><br />
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Apparantly none of it was scripted at all. I just don't know how he did it without laughing at himself. LOL<br />
<br />Merry Menageriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05454300188470606468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4071829084822779038.post-56991780162634707442012-07-26T17:02:00.000-07:002012-12-29T03:18:32.853-08:00I am the Centre of the Universe.Why is it that everyone thinks that the world revolves around them these days? Is this the 'sense of entitlement' people speak about? Lately this is all that I'm seeing. I'm seeing people demanding attention from others and getting awfully offended when they don't receive the level they think they're entitled to. It's like their self importance overides reason and logic...like a disease.<br />
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I don't understand this concept. Well...I kinda do...because I did the same thing when I was a teen. The whole world revolved around me and my problems and I had first world problems and I expected to be accomodated. But I only felt that way because I was still in the process of learning how the world works. But now that I'm an adult, I still don't have it all worked out but I do know one thing - I'm merely a speck in the universe! And this is the truth!<br />
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Honestly I'm not that important in the grand scheme of things. Don't get me wrong, I AM important...I'm important to me, my children, my husband, my family and my God but I don't expect to be MORE important nor do I expect anyone else to think so. <br />
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What is with these unreasonable expectations? What's reasonable vs unreasonable you ask? Well it's quite simple I expect to be treated with kindness and respect as a fellow human being THAT IS ALL pretty much. I expect businesses who provide goods and services to provide those in a respectful manner. I expect people to do what they say and to apologise when they can't. I don't expect anymore than I've asked for. I don't expect people to be mind readers nor do I expect people to treat me BETTER than they would themselves or their family...I expect to fall under themselves and their family as far as importance. That way I'm not dissapointed when they don't but feel awfully surprised and honoured when they do. One quote I really love, which was made by Oprah many years ago reads "Blessed are those who expect nothing for they shall never be dissappointed". <br />
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I don't understand why some people feel that they are entitled to more than that? Why would you expect more at the person's or person's family's expense? Then get upset when they you get it?<br />
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Lately this is what I've been seeing. People feeling really upset and offended that someone hasn't stopped what they're doing for them. That people haven't bent over backwards and rearranged their lives for them. Who the hell do they think they are anyway? The Queen of Sheba? Today I saw a status from someone about not receiving a text message in due course, when asked how long it's been.....she answered 'an hour'....huh??? Are you kidding me? Right so the person is meant to answer you in YOUR time frame or they are douchebags? Forget what kind of person they really are. Forget that they are kind and loving and doing the best they can with what they've got. Forget that they may be busy, working, stuck in traffic, stressed or maybe going through some personal crisis or whatever....you didn't text within an hour? - you're a douchebag! Riiiiiiiight!<br />
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These kind of things I've been seeing a lot lately. He didn't answer the phone, she didn't answer a text....they forgot to pick me up...he doesn't ring me at every second of every day.... They didn't kiss my feet when I entered the room. Wow first world problems right there!<br />
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News Flash! They're HUMAN!!!! <br />
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People have lives guys!!!! Things pop up! Other things that may or may not be more important than you at that moment *gasp*. More important than YOU???? OUTRAGEOUS!!! LOL *shakes head* <br />
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Then there are people who insist on making things about them. Turning everything that is said and done that don't really have anything to do with them...somehow it's turned around to being about them. That's got to be a talent - seriously. M is good at this....she can turn anything around to be about her, usually a personal offence of some kind. Like we all go about our day planning on ways in which we can offend her for that day. She'll even avoid topics of conversation....she'll say "I don't want to talk about that" or just not engage. Too bad if we do! Why? Because it offends her sensibilities too much. And I'm not talking about grotesque topics of conversation or anything like that....just ordinary conversation...maybe a little provocative but definetly not offensive...but nup...we must all be quiet for her benefit...like she's the centre of the universe. We need to revolve our conversation around her and her sensibilities <---- I'll delete this stuff about M later, in case she ever stumbles on my blog. Or I might call her 'M' or something. No I haven't shared my blog with her for this precise reason...she can make anything about her and I want the freedom to be able to express myself without worrying about offending her in some way. But if she does happen to stumble on my blog and she reads this...then she's going to make a big deal and be all hurt and cry and be silly...make a scene, even if it's the truth.<br />
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This post isn't about her specifically....it's about anyone and everyone who's ever put undue expectations on others and got all upset when they didn't meet them. M just so happened to come to mind.<br />
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And ok....maybe I've been guilty of this from time to time. But you know what? At least I'm aware of what I do and try to change it....at least I give myself a swift kick up the backside (figuratively speaking <---(can't believe I have to write that but some people actually do take talk of abuse seriously even when it's not *rolls eyes*) and pull my head in and remember yet again.....<br />
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THE WORLD DOES NOT REVOLVE AROUND ME!!!!!<br />
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Merry Menageriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05454300188470606468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4071829084822779038.post-59382942558925764892012-07-25T04:53:00.000-07:002012-07-25T05:19:16.826-07:00Red Tent RamblingsI wrote about my experience in the Red Tent months ago...end of last year some time. I appreciated the concept of it very much and feel that things like this are needed in our society to embrace women, in a society that still struggles to accomodate women in every aspect. I didn't like the religious feel of it however, but that could just be me based on my personal experiences with religion. I think a more open and liberal variation of the 'red tent' is what every woman needs. Somewhere we can go and just get away from everyone and come together with women and just 'be'.<br />
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I'm a part of the red tent facebook group and something interesting has come up that brought to my memory a theory I've had about women and their menses. The article that was referenced in this discussion talked about the possible link with depression and our attitude towards every woman's rite of passage from birth to death and how it has always been surrounded in negativity and unreachable expectations that have caused women to go against their natural grain in the way they think...this plays havoc with the chemical balances of the brain and voila....depression!<br />
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This definetly has some merit, however, I was disappointed that it didn't touch on a theory I've always had in that women's menstuation isn't healthy or 'normal' in the true sense of the word. It has become normal in today's society because it's such a common thing amongst women that it has just become 'normal' but my theory is that it's not normal nor is it healthy to bleed month after month...year after year!<br />
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Think about it...you're basically heomorraging from an organ. It has never made sense to me how this could possibly be normal, but I've accepted it because...well...it's what I've been taught all my life. Or brainwashed even.<br />
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But let's consider something else here for a moment. We bleed because an egg wasn't fertilised and the lining of the uterus isn't used so it sloughs away - that's the basics. Ok then! But this happens every month for every women all over the world since the dawn of time...no...wait....no it hasn't/doesn't! Let's consider tribal women from the deepest darkest africa. What about the American Indian? The Australian Indigenous? (before europeans stepped in and took over). What about women of ancient times...biblical times...cave man times? Did they? Well considering our natural instinct is to reproduce wouldn't it then be logical to assume that all those women of yesteryear spent their childbearing years......actually bearing children? We don't do it today. Today we are taught that children are a burden and that we can't just keep having children. But in the days where there was no contraception...and where sex actually produced a baby, could it be that our ancestors spent their whole lives pregnant and/or breastfeeding? And by the time they ovulated again...bang pregant! No period! From the time they were sexually active (which was young) to the time of menopause they would be pregnant and/or breastfeeding (extended breastfeeding - natures contraception) therefore they simple were not having a period every month for years on end. They wouldn't be. The woman's body is created to reproduce..and when women did what their body was made to do...there would never be any need for a period - EVER! This is basic survival of the species right there!<br />
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So this leads me to believe it's not normal at all. As for health? Well what would this do to the chemicals of the brain? The hormones going up and down when they weren't meant to go up and down as often as they do, peaking the way it does. What would that do? I say it would play havoc with the seratonin levels in our brains which would then lead to...you guessed it...depression, pms, cramps, mood swings. This isn't normal! This is our body telling us there's something wrong! The body just doesn't misbehave like that without there being something not quite right.<br />
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This is a theory that i hadn't really explored properly until now. It's passed my mind many times but again I've been told that it's normal and healthy to bleed from my uterus...I've been brainwashed into believing that it's something I MUST go through as a woman, because we're the ones with the uterus and we're the ones who have the babies. <br />
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So I went exploring....researching. And what do I find?? A whole theory based around the concept that menstuation is NOT healthy nor is it normal for a healthy female body.<br />
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WOW!!!<br />
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Researching further I find a whole other reason behind it. Forget reproduction for the moment. Forget that we are meant to be breeding machines...the whole focus in these studies is DIET!!!!<br />
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Back in those days...back when all they ate was fresh fruit and vegetable and little or no meat or animal products...apparantly they didn't get periods! It is assumed that there isn't much ancient writings about menstuation...not because it was taboo but because it really didn't happen all that much. It has also been suggested that even in bible times whem women were described as 'unclean'...well the word 'unclean' can be translated to mean 'unhealthy' - well....what do you know?? Bleeding from your vagina was the 'issue of blood' and it meant that they were ill...and needed to be kept away from like a leper because..well what if it was contageous? They didn't know that it wasn't...how could they know? All they knew is that a perfectly healthy woman was suddenly bleeding out of an orifice and that simply didn't happen all that much.<br />
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Huh!<br />
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I research further and it's all so technical about toxins and how it affects our blood vessels and how it causes mucous build up and inflamation....BLEEDING....PAIN...etc And once a month when the lining comes away...instead of being absorbed by our bodies like it's supposed to (and possibly only losing a few drops of blood...hardly noticable) the lining inflames and bleeds copious amounts of blood! There have been studies in animals - PRIMATES and we are the only primate that this happens to! The only species that menstuates! AND other animals have only started menstuating when being fed OUR FOOD....all the toxins and chemicals in it that causes their body to go into protection mode (hence the mucous/blood/inflamation).<br />
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Wow!<br />
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This is as far as i've gotten in my research so far. But it seems that the 'raw' diet is what's responsible for the absence of periods. Even today healthy vegans are living period free, athletes who's diets are predominently raw foods...are living period free or bleed for shorter periods of time with less blood. I myself have noticed the difference since i've started my weight loss regime..not only am i less sick (less colds/flus etc) but my periods have become lighter and shorter. Coincidence? I think not!<br />
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That's not to say i'm going to run out and eat raw...because i love my food and if a monthly period is the price I pay for junk food?... then i gladly pay it. But i have to wonder what it does to my mind and my health and the rate at which I age.<br />
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I'm yet to research further and find out what researchers say about how it would affect depression and how this theory works within my reproduction theory. But it has certainly given me food for thought and a reason for me not to just 'accept' my uterus heomorraging every month as something normal and inevitable just because we happen to be women.<br />
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References - (so far) - <a href="http://debbietookrawforlife.blogspot.com.au/2009/04/periods-they-may-be-normal-but-are-they.html">http://debbietookrawforlife.blogspot.com.au/2009/04/periods-they-may-be-normal-but-are-they.html</a><br />
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<a href="http://www.giveittomeraw.com/profiles/blog/show?id=1407416%3ABlogPost%3A19962">http://www.giveittomeraw.com/profiles/blog/show?id=1407416%3ABlogPost%3A19962</a>Merry Menageriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05454300188470606468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4071829084822779038.post-69817541255012123722012-07-22T17:57:00.000-07:002012-07-22T17:57:09.242-07:00"I was wrong, honey, it does change things...."Is what Aaron said to me the other night.<br />
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Getting married, to me, was just a means to an end really. I didn't think it was going to change anything and Aaron didn't either. I just wanted my name changed. I wanted to share my name with at least some of my children. I wanted to tick 'married' on the census form and not 'single'. I wanted to have a party and feel like a princess for the day....and I accomplished all of these. It wasn't meant to make us feel closer...after all it is merely a piece of paper right?<br />
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Aaron and I were both saything to everyone that it wasn't going to change anything. But it has! But how? Nothing's changed except the piece of paper! We still have the same stresses, we still live together, sleep together....he's still practically living in Brisbane while I'm stuck here being a single mum of 6! So why is it that we feel different?<br />
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We feel closer, more connected....the trust we have for each other has sky-rocketed! I didn't think that I could possibly love him more...but I so do!!! He is my everything! I can't imagine life without him....I feel all 'in-love' and all that! But nothing has changed except a piece of paper!!!<br />
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Not complaining, of course, I'm loving every minute of being 'legally' married...even though I've always viewed us as being married all along...in God's eyes anyway....but making it 'legal' has changed things for the better and I'm excited about exploring this further and I feel very content with 'us' - it's amazing!!!Merry Menageriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05454300188470606468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4071829084822779038.post-80674695702856391542012-07-13T02:20:00.001-07:002012-08-19T22:55:24.833-07:0050 Shades of Crap!<div class="reviewText mediumText description" itemprop="reviewBody">
This has got to be THE funniest review I've ever read! I've actually had the book sent to me via email and I haven't read it yet...somehow I don't see myself reading it anytime soon. I've read the first paragraph and already started falling asleep...doesn't look like it gets any better!<br />
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<u><strong>Katrina Lumsden review on 50 Shades of Grey</strong></u><br />
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What in the hell just happened? Did I really read that? Oh, my god, I did. I did read that. <br />
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Meet Anastasia Steele:<br />
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Ana is just a giant mess of a human being. She's insecure to the point of it being laughable, "klutzy" (even though she only trips twice in the entire book, when it's convenient for her to look awkward), and a complete ditz. She's a virgin (of <em>course</em>) who's never taken any sexual interest in <em>anyone</em> before. Right. I'm fairly certain there hasn't been a woman this naive since 'round about 1954. At one point, she thinks putting her hair in pigtails will keep her safe from Christian's lusty advances. Fuckin' <em>really?</em> She "flushes" <em>constantly</em>, and on several occasions referred to her hoo-hoo-naughty place as "down <em>there</em>."<br />
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Next, we have Christian Grey:<br />
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Christian is a misogynistic, self-loathing, abusive piece of shit. Apparently, his only redeeming qualities are, in this order; his ridiculous good looks, his money, and his giant penis. The only time Ana seems to like him as a person is when he's being "lovable", and those times are few and far between. Most of the time he's serious, brooding, and threatening. How charming.<br />
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I knew from the very first line this wasn't going to be good. <br />
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<em><strong>"I scowl with frustration at myself in the mirror."</strong> </em><br />
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It was cemented that early, my deep, deep dislike for this moronic, simpering asshole. Your hair won't behave? Guess what?<br />
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My suspicions were confirmed a few pages later when Ana admits that any "sympathy" she feels for her sick friend is "unwelcome". Unwelcome, apparently because her friend is beautiful, even when she has the flu...? What a petty, jealous cunt. <br />
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The only thing that made the first 4% of this book tolerable was the fact that I read it out-loud to my younger brother, and his frequent commentary was both hilarious and distracting. Once he gave up, however, I had to travel the rest of the road alone. And what an arduous, painful journey it was. Indeed, I nearly cried every time I looked down and realized I hadn't even hit the 50% mark yet. <br />
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My first impressions of Ana were bad (deservedly so). What were my first impressions of Christian? Well...<br />
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<em>That's</em> how I felt about Christian Grey. From the beginning. Any time an author tries to sell me on a character's "charm" by waxing hormonal about how "ridiculously good-looking" he is, I snicker inwardly. I can't think why....<br />
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Anyway, after reading about the description of Christian's building (hello, first penis metaphor), I had to sit through the awful dialogue between these two utter geniuses and hope beyond hope that something, anything, would distract me enough to see me through to the end. Turns out, I found something about 15% through. I went back and counted, and kept track throughout the rest of the book, and do you have <em>any</em> idea how many fucking times Ana said "Oh my" in this monumentally bad missive? Do you? I'll tell you; 65! 65 motherfucking times. "He pulled me back against his chest...<em>oh my</em>." "He began kissing a trail down my belly, <em>oh my</em>." "He's an insufferable douchenozzle, <strong>oh my</strong>!" (I'm just thankful that neither lions, tigers, nor bears were brought into this mess at any point.)<br />
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(Note: I used a program to count the number of instances of the term "oh my", and it appears I missed a few.)<br />
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About halfway through, I wished I'd been keeping track of the word "crap" because Ana is constantly saying/thinking it. Crap, Holy Crap, Double and Triple Crap, Oh Crap, This Crap, That Crap, any and all Crap. Speaking of crap, if I ever, <em>ever</em> ever have to hear/read the words "inner goddess" again, I'm going to construct a pyre out of tampons and maxi pads, light it, and toss unsuspecting women into it. <br />
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^My inner goddess will cap yours in the face if you don't shut the fuck up^<br />
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I'm sorry, I just couldn't take <em>any</em> of this seriously. His playroom. His <em>playroom</em>? Really?<br />
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Or how about his weird-ass issues with food? He wants the girl slim and in shape, yet he won't stop trying to force her to eat!<br />
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I simply love the attempt E.L. James made at giving these pathetic shells personalities. Ana wears Converse, drives a vintage car, and likes classic British lit. *Yawn* haven't heard any of <em>that</em> before. And Christian; we know Christian's super deep and sophisticated because he plays the piano and listens to obscure classical music. This is how we know <s>Edward</s> Christian is really just a lost soul in need of love; his love of music. Everyone knows that no one threatening listens to music. Music lovers just aren't capable of doing anything bad.<br />
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^<strong>Surprise!</strong> Psychos like music, too.^<br />
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Since this is considered nothing more than "mommyporn", I will attempt to pander to that particular demographic for a moment. Were the sex scenes well-written? Well, none of it was particularly well-written. The sex scenes could be kind of...honestly, they were kind of boring. I've had more exciting sex myself, so I guess reader response to the sex scenes is dependent on reader experience. There's nothing revolutionary here, and a lot of it is just plain unrealistic. I mean, come on, he pretty much jackhammers her hymen and she walks away with nothing more than a passing, pleasant soreness? Riiiight. How about the time he gives her a handjob with a soapy washcloth? Hello? Apparently neither one of them has ever heard of a urinary tract infection. Oh, oh, or we could talk about her first time giving Christian a blowjob....during which she established herself as some kind of Queen of Deepthroat...<br />
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Anyone wanna hear about the tampon scene? Oh, you've already <em>heard</em> about the tampon scene? Yeah, same here, although hearing about it and reading the actual scene are a bit different. For some reason, you imagine it being worse than it actually is, while at the same time, reading about is more horrifying than you could <em>possibly</em> imagine. <br />
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<em><strong>"He reaches between my legs and pulls on the blue string...<em>what!</em> And...gently pulls my tampon out and tosses it into the nearby toilet."</strong> </em><br />
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Look, I'm not against sex during menses, but a guy plucking out a girl's tampon? Yeah, gross. I'm not a prude, but there are certain lines people just shouldn't cross...and that's one of them. What makes it worse is that Christian is just thrilled that Ana's raggin' because he hates using condoms....<br />
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Apparently, Mr. GinormoDick, Mr. KnowItAll, Mr. DoNotDefyMe....doesn't know that a woman can get pregnant while on her period. Which is hilarious considering all the "teaching" and "training" he's doing to remedy <em>Ana's</em> sexual ignorance. <br />
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Sexual dependence, thy name is Anastasia Steele. We're supposed to believe that this girl has gone 21 years neither having had sex <em>nor</em> masturbating? Hm. Well, Christian's supposed sexual prowess makes a bit more sense now, as does Ana's assertion that he has a giant bologna wand. She has absolutely <em>zero</em> experience, and she's never once had anything "in <em>there</em>"....thing could be the size of a baby carrot and she'd still be like, "Oh, my <strong>glob!</strong> How is it ever going to fit?!" <br />
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It's good that she stockpiled all those potential orgasms, though, because now she's capable of having like, 15 a day or something. It's ridiculous. Come to think of it, Christian's obsession with her eating habits makes a bit more sense now. She was probably beginning to look like something out of a horror movie.<br />
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Seriously, though, are we going to take the word of a girl who is apparently so undersexed she's never even masturbated? I guess I can sort of understand this obsession with some kind of an awakening, but...really? "Oh, he's <em>soooo</em> good in bed!" How the <em>hell</em> would she know?! She has absolutely <em>nothing</em> with which to compare, not even <strong>her own damn hand!</strong> <br />
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Now I'll be totally honest, the biggest issue I have with Fifty Shades of Shit is neither the sex nor the horrible writing. It's the plot. Thin as it is, it's still there. And its basic message is that, given enough time, you can change someone. While I don't have any problem with this if all you're trying to do is help them to lose weight or quit smoking, when you're talking about an emotionally and (dangerously close to) physically abusive relationship, sending that kind of message is both ridiculous and irresponsible. Christian is controlling, possessive, condescending, and cruel. He doesn't allow Ana to behave as she normally would, and Ana just puts up with it, insistent that if she can just give him what he wants, when he wants, as often as he wants, she can eventually begin to pull his strings. Will it work? In the books, probably. In real life? No. Almost never. How many idiotic, spineless, weak women are going to waste their lives on some emotionally retarded prick because they've read shit like this and think this kind of fucked-up fairytale will come true for them? I know I'm not over-reacting because I've known women with this mentality. "Oh, he's so dark and dangerous and threatening, but he's got a sad, lonely side, and if I could just figure out what's wrong, I could change him!" *swoon*<br />
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Wake the fuck up, he may be hot, he may have a huge dick, he may even be rich (or any combination of those traits)....that doesn't make him a good person. It doesn't even make him a <em>potentially</em> good person. Quit.Being.A.Fucking.Idiot. (Look, I can make my words Staccato like Christian....now hold still while I choke you until you pass out...)<br />
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^Ana and Christian^ - "I said don't roll your eyes at me!!"<br />
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Christian stalks Ana (which she turns into a fucking joke), and whispers things to her "threateningly" if there are other people around when he learns something he doesn't like. An example of something he doesn't like? Learning that Ana hung out with a guy friend and didn't tell him about it. Yup. Nothing like getting your ass kicked by your wovey-dovey for....oh, you know, having a life. <br />
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Potential rape is downplayed, as well. Ana's friend, <s>Jake</s> Jose, starts pushing himself on her rather vehemently when they're both drunk. Ana repeatedly says no, but Jose just keeps trying to go in for the kill. Admiral Chaps busts on up with his riding crop, however, and saves her. Ana (understandably) avoids Jose for a while after that, and when her other friend asks her why, all Ana says is, "He made a pass at me." Later on, she and Jose are friends again, "The attempted kiss all but forgotten." Attempted.....kiss.....<br />
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Strangely, rape appears to be a theme, albeit, perhaps, somewhat disguised. Christian tells Ana that he gets off on having complete and total control over another human being. Mmhmm, there are people who get off on having control over others....they're called rapists. <br />
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And there are women out there who think this is romantic.<br />
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I wish you the best of luck, ladies. May you get everything your hearts desire....and when your dreamboats start giving you black eyes and pushing you down stairs, don't come crying to me.<br />
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By the way, for all you ladies bustin' out your toys while daydreaming about Hunky Mr. Grey, I want you to do something for me. It'll only take a moment. Close your eyes. Think about all the things Christian Grey does in the book. Not just those supposed sweet things, but really, everything. His condescension, his control, his insane jealousy, his threats.....and now....imagine he looks like this:<br />
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The end of the book was absolutely hilarious, with Ana fleeing in emotional tumult because Christian can't give her what she needs (<strong>love!</strong> *sniff*)...<br />
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...and we're treated to her alternately being angry about the pain and humiliation she faced at Christian's hands, and chastising <em>herself</em> for being a failure and for being <em>mean</em> to Christian. It really is <em>classic</em> abuse mentality. She's pathetic. And I hate her. A lot.<br />
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There isn't much point in talking about peripheral characters, world-building, or plot devices since it all sucks equally. The only thing worth noting is that it's this kind of ignorant trash that sets feminism back decades. Any woman raving about this book is participating in some of the most blatant misogyny I've ever witnessed, cementing in some peoples' minds the idea that women <em>enjoy</em> being debased, abused, and controlled. It's books like this that make me thankful I have a wonderful husband who accepts me <em>as I am</em>....and that I have a fucking brain in my head. Because it's obvious, based on the popularity of this amateurish feces, that there are a lot of women out there with nothing but air padding their silly, clueless craniums.<br />
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*Sigh*<br />
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A bestseller. They're thinking of turning it into a movie....I can't....<br />
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Word Count: <br />
"Oh My" - 79<br />
"Crap" - 101<br />
"Jeez" - 82<br />
"Holy (shit/fuck/crap/hell/cow/moses)" - 172<br />
"Inner goddess" - 58<br />
"Subconscious" - 82<br />
<br /><strong>written by Kartrin Lumsden</strong></div>
Merry Menageriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05454300188470606468noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4071829084822779038.post-78792357954756040012012-07-12T22:48:00.001-07:002012-07-12T22:48:53.537-07:00I want to go to Italy!!!Damn you Masterchef! <br />
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Oh how lovely is the scenary over there hey. I'm fascinated by the differences in culture and the history. Last night they were cooking in a Tuscan village that was over 1000 years old! It was awesome!<br />
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I want to go to Russia too...after reading Rose Hathaway's adventures. I want to go to Poland too, after seeing the interview with my uncle Henry about living in a communist country. I also want to go to Germany after learning about my great grandfather....oh who am I kidding - I WANT TO GO EVERYWHERE!!!!<br />
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Scotland and Ireland for mine and Aaron's heritage as well as the history....and England too, the whole UK actually. How wonderful would it be to see the medieval castles!<br />
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I've also been fascinated by Austria and Switzeland too. Man I just want to go everywhere!<br />
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And lets not forget good ole' New Zealand!<br />
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One day...*sigh*<br />
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One day when Aaron and I are both working and making enough cash to be able to save up for such things...but for now I can only dream!<br />
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Maybe..... when Dana is rich she'll be able to take me with her as she back packs across Europe! That would be so great!<br />
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Looking forward to the future...looking forward to travelling and looking forward to being able to afford shit.Merry Menageriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05454300188470606468noreply@blogger.com0