What is sexy? Yup that was the recent question from my 5 year old daughter.

The one before that was; when will she be getting boobs, cos she had already figured out girls don’t have them and grown up ladies do and that they are apparently desirable.
Rather then upset and burden her with tales of how they don’t appear over night and it starts with puffy and sore nipples and gets worse for about 6 months and that one is usually larger then the other for quiet some considerable time making you feel and look lopsided, I choose to tell her that as she grows up she will change.

That getting boobs is like getting new teeth then your baby ones fall out, like growing taller when you sleep so that you are as tall as a 5 year old and not a 4 year old but that
She would not have boobs like a lady until she was 15/16.

16 is already the magic age for her, at 5 she wants make up galore.
I sure as hell don’t wear the stuff that often hell 2 to 3 weeks can go by with out me bothering or needing to put make up on, so she was told that she could not wear more then lip-gloss until she was 16. She already had sparklely glittered lip-gloss stuff and I was drawing a line there. But once she had two types of lip gloss one got worn as lip gloss and blush and the other as eye shadow. Really were does she get it from???

So I got asked ‘Mam what is sexy?’ Well as this would not be a term bandied about the house I asked where she heard it, who used it and how did they use it.
Apparently A six year old on the road who likes B a six year old girl made the comment,
That B has a nice smile and that she is sexy.

Sounds straight forwards but it took over ten mins of non leading questioning to find that much out. So I told my daughter that A was being silly that B was much too young to be sexy and you can’t be called sexy until you are at least 16. My bright little 5 year old thought about it and then said ‘oooh so you can’t be sexy until you’re 16 and have boobs.’ Happy with the information and her conclusion she went back to colouring in.

A spade is a very different thing from a shovel.

Yes descriptively they seem to be the same, long wooden handle metal shape on the end of it.
Yes they are both usually found in the garden shed.
Yes they are both to be bought in the gardening section of shops and diy store.
They are not the same.

Infact to use a spade as a shovel will infact damage it so much so it can not then function properly as a spade.

shovel

n 1: a hand tool for lifting loose material; consists of a curved container or scoop and a handle.

A shovel can take a lot more abuse then a spade. A Shovel can be used to move snow, shift rubbish, mix concrete.
It can take the knocks against concrete and walls and still be a shovel.

spade
n.

1. A sturdy digging tool having a thick handle and a heavy, flat blade that can be pressed into the ground with the foot.

Ahh see that a spade is called so as it is a blade on the end of a long handle. You can’t use a blade
to mix conrete, shift rubbish, take knocks of cobbles and walls and skips and expect it to keep it’s edge and cut into
turf and earth properly.

and why this rant because I had two neighbours recently as me for the loan of my spade and when I asked them what for
one said they were cleaning the back yard and had swept up and need it to scoop up the stuff, and the other wanted to shift sand back into a bag the kids had spilled.

I explained that they needed a shovel for this and they looked confused and had no idea why or the damage they would be
doing to the edge of the spade doing that. Sorry you don’t call in to ask for a lend of something to be used in such away that
will damage it and you sure as hell do not get stroppy with me on my doorstep like a kid not getting thier way.

A Spade is not a shovel.

I never liked dolly growing up, never did the baby doll thing.
I did have a Cindy she didn’t last long, after the colour Mohawk hair cut and she was take off me when she was made
what was to my mind at the time anatomically correct with a compass.

But I found some that I do like…
(and approve of even more so then betty spaggetii and that was cos you can pull her arms and legs off.)

Steve Varner is the creater of the doll and here is an interview it did about them

Bondage Bear

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Right first off I am not a disney fan.
The most interesting parts are usually the villains, I prefer nightmare before Christmas and studio gibli and Titan AE.

There are certain disney titles hold a certain place due to childhood memories and the films simply being fun.
Sleeping beauty, yes I could definalty identify with the headstrong book lover that is Belle.
Peter Pan still holds the test of time despite the portrayal of the injuins in it, but alas it lacks the clapping to keep Tink alive.
Alice in wonderland is not bad either or is Mulan.

But as disney has used up all the known fairy tales and finished plundering the past (Hercules don’t get me started on that one)
and tales from other cultures they are going back and rehashing the older movies.

Bambi 2 (apparently his Dad didn’t do a runner), Cinderella 2 (and they all lived happily ever after until the next day and eventually were divorced, maybe). What ever next really just give it up and hire some one with a decent original idea ffs.

Once it was that disney were really only makers of children’s film and of animation but times moved on and most of the
best (top grossing does not mean best by a long shoot) films for children have come from other places.

Put really the last dregs of utter drivel of the (insert title of disney movie over 10 years old) 2 are not worth focusing your
eyes to watch.

Usually my kids have pretty good taste in movies and films but occasionally I do have to watch disney with them, thankfully
there is popcorn and reading a book while I sit with them.

hmmm wonder if it is possible to write an rpg scenario where you get to play a collective of villains trying to take out all the
goody two shoes from thier films……..

http://www.atlas-games.com/pdf_storage/GloomDesigner1.pdf

You control an eccentric family, and you want your characters to suffer the most terrible tragedies possible
before dying untimelydeaths.
Meanwhile, you keep your opponents happy and healthy. So, instead of foiling your opponent with a chain to the head,
you’re ruining thier plans with awell-placed happy marriage and unexpected inheritance.

I want…. and I blame Salubri.

You’re blood. You’re all over the place, but you
definitely keep things moving. You’re thick,
but sweet. You enjoy others’ physical pain.
And you keep coming back until you finally
clot. Some people faint when they see you.

Which bodily discharge are you?
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Went to the dr before Gealcon and got anti bios turns out I have a chest infection, nearly over it at last.
I wasn’t able to go out the Friday before the con was in bed in a heap. Thankfully the kids had been whisked off to wexford for a few
days and my bf came to mind me.

Did not feel able to go to the con on the Saturday spent most of it at home and finally crying about my Gran and coughing up vile green stuff. Had but of off a lot but with someone there that was willing to hold me and wipe away my tear it was easier.
I did go out to the Fancy dress fun raiser Saturday night but only after 6 different people had been in touch and nagged me in it.
This was an odd night, no drinking due to not being well and I didn’t stay out long but it was nice to see people and get hugs and to meet Lou’s new chap.

Got home slept, got up at 8 am to print up the scenario and have breaky. The 40 gig drive I had in my pc went on the fritz again 🙁 the character sheet that I had not out into the ms publisher rewrite were not to be found. Well I now have a gmail account for saving everything too. There was much upset and stomping and kicking of walls and crying.

Did what I could, got a taxi to the con. It seemed rather quiet. Said hello to a few people, cringingly handed in the scenario.
The table I ran went well it was fun and there was someone involved in the scene that took the time to talk to me about it afterward they had enjoyed it and so did the other people at the table. Went and grabbed a bit to eat and then topped up on paracetamals and went and played the vampire game that was on in the afternoon.

The game went well enough. It was incredibly frustrating to try play as a group to achieve an objective or a goal when on the persons sitting beside you has either 3/4 of thier back turned to you as they play to thier friend at the end of the table or are for the rest of the time ignoring you or talking over you at the person gming the game.
If you only want to play with your friend that the tables then don’t sit down at a table with 4 other people on it, ESP if you are ment to be playing the group leader.

IC/OCC one of the people at the table got very upset at the endgame of the scenario played out and the twist was revealed. It was hard to tell if the upset or shock being betrayed was in char or out of char, I tried addressing them IC and explaining as was asked why my char came to certain conclusions but when some one snaps at you and then starts to cry I tend to decided that I am finished playing or explaining.

I was at this stage utterly exhausted. I did get a bunch of the big d10 from the box of the door and did get to have my yearly 3 minute conversation with Dorian part of the Gealcon experience for me each year. Planning on giving some of them to my kids teachers for the kids in the class room to play with. The gamer virus still spreads. I said good bye to people and set about getting home ASAP and ordered Chinese as I was not up to cooking anything. Ate food and was in bed before ten.

Woke up the next morning at 6 am to spend the next few hours being horrendously ill and not being able to get away from the toilet oh the joy of good poisoning. I do feel really really shitty that things went so badly for the entire weekend and that I let people down. But I did the best I could. Spent most of Monday in bed. My ex was due home and my bf was so worried about me that he talked my into coming to stay over in his the Monday night. He is still living at home but his parents are wonderful people.

The next day it was up and home and had a bath and a much needed nap and then up to my parents house and to the removal of my Gran from the funeral home to the church and then to the pub to talk and mingle with family and friends.

The funeral the next day was very hard and I cried buckets but I did have my bf there to hold my hand and two of my friends there to suport me. Thank you both. During the traditional adding earth to the grave my aunt Ann slipped, she then totter backwards and I just grabbed her to make sure she didn’t go any further back. As amusing that it would have been to have some one land thier arse on the coffin it would not have been good for her or the rest of the family. It was then back to the reception for sandwiches and to talk to family and to talk about Gran and to sign the remembrance book. I didn’t stay long but left to go home and curl up in my bed cry a heap more and then slept before my children arrived home.

I love my kids they are a joy. Thursday through to Sunday was spent with them, playing with them catching up on the cleaning I had not been able to do cos I had been sick, going to bed early and getting over this damned chest infection.

Yesterday I was happy just to be going no where and to be pottering about the kitchen making roast stuffed garlic chicken and honey roast ham while they and thier friends made the biggest adventure hopscotch all over the garden out on to the path and on to parts of the road. Street chalks rock. The hopscotch ran up to 56 and whiles not a traditional hopscotch it was bordering on a work of art and it kept 7 kids happy and busy for over two hours.

Had some very interesting conversations with my 5 year old will write about them later.

Life goes on, the sun rises and sets. Hmmm maybe I should have not watched fiddler on the roof twice this weekend.

I found this on a friends livejournal. Tried to track it’s orginal scource but gave up after two hours.
But I liked it so much I wanted to add it to my blog.

If you are a woman voter, thank a feminist.
If your doctor is a woman, thank a feminist.
If you open the help-wanted section of any newspaper and see job listings classified by occupation rather than “help wanted – male” and “help wanted – female”, thank a feminist.
If your depression is taken seriously rather than considered a byproduct of having a uterus, thank a feminist.
If, in counselling, you aren’t assumed to envy a man for having a penis, thank a feminist.
If you can have birth control prescribed to you without first obtaining your husband’s written permission, thank a feminist.
If you’re allowed to teach school regardless of your marital status, and you’re a woman, thank a feminist.
If you’re allowed to enter an apprenticeship program, thank a feminist.
If you are told you can become something other than a nurse, a grade-school teacher, a housewife and mother, or a nun, thank a feminist.
If you expect to be considered for admission to university programs based on your qualifications rather than your gender, thank a feminist.
If you expect your qualifications for admission to educational programs to be considered equally, rather than after every male applicant has been admitted, thank a feminist.
If you have ever heard of spousal rape, and know that there’s a law against it, thank a feminist.
If you’ve heard of domestic violence, and know that it’s illegal, thank a feminist.
If you can drive, thank a feminist.
If you expect to be paid the same wage as a man doing the same job you are, with the same seniority and the same qualifications, thank a feminist.
If you are considered a person in your own right rather than the chattel of a man, thank a feminist.
If you’re legally permitted to own property in your own name, thank a feminist.
If you don’t expect to be fired because a man “needs your job to feed his family”, thank a feminist.
If the phrase “non-traditional occupation” seems a little old-fashioned or, better yet, you don’t understand it at all, thank a feminist.
If you can look in the yellow pages of your nearest major metropolis and find a dedicated women’s clinic, thank a feminist.
If you hear terms like “firefighter”, “police officer”, or “postal worker” in everday life, thank a feminist.
If the phrase “she’s a woman lawyer” seems odd, thank a feminist.
If you or any person you know receives child support, thank a feminist.
If your parent(s) received child support when you were growing up, thank a feminist.
If you aren’t expected to leave the room at a party when the conversation turns to current events and politics, thank a feminist.
If you’re a grown woman and don’t expect to be called “girl” when you’re fifty, thank a feminist.

Feminists brought about all of these things. Before the feminists got involved, the reverse was true in each and every case.