I finally took Magilla to the quack's to get that eternally runny nose looked at, and it appears she's allergic to something. Given that the other end of her particular gene pool has allergies to moggies, dust mites, pollen, and he's not keen on lactose, either.
I had hoped that she'd avoid all those issues, as the only allergies I have are to drugs. Morphine, codeine, valium, all the good ones lol.
Sure, nicotine makes me throw up, but that's because when I was 4 my mum allowed me to try one of hers. At four, you have no idea about how to inhale cigarettes, so I recall something foul-tasting that made me cough like you wouldn't believe. That cured me until my twenties and the extreme stupidity that went with them.
For the record, kids, don't do the drawback when you are drinking double whiskies. Especially if you are a non-smoker with no tolerance for nicotine.
Trust me, it's ugly.
Of course, a few years after that, a few of us were sitting around having a couple of drinks before heading down to the Dan O'Connell for St Paddy's Day, and the girls got out a joint. They wanted me to have some, but I told them if I did I would throw up, regardless of the fact that I was stone cold sober (designated driver here!).
They nagged some more, so I said, be it on your own heads, girls, and took a drag.
And promptly threw up.
Hilarity (and a change of clothes) ensued.
But I digress.....
I've got an appointment with a specialist in January to get Magilla sorted on her nasal front. We need to find a way to give her mucous membranes a bit of a reprieve.
Of course, with three cats in the house it could be somewhat challenging. It's a tough one.. do I get rid of the cats or the kid*?
*nb due to the irrational overexposure to political correctness in these insane times, I find it tiresome to have to point out that this statement is rhetorical and not literal, and I really won't be divesting myself of my child. Or the moggies.
If You Listen Carefully, You Can Hear The Sound Of Civilisation Crumbling.
It's one thing to laugh at the opposition and mock their lack of rationality at times.
It's one thing to have those who see things differently to how you do agitate for acceptance and "tolerance". After all, we're all equal, don't you know?
But what happens when those asking for acceptance, and tolerance, and all the rest, don't get their way?
Well if you're a person who runs a restaurant in California, a gay-friendly one, and you just happened to vote for Proposition 8, and even donated to it, then you're in for a bitofawakeup call.
Basically, Marjorie Christoffersen, who just happens to be a believing mormon, donated $100 (yes, a whole one hundred dollars) of her own money to the "Yes" campaign for Proposition 8 in California. Her church asked her to, and she did. What her private thoughts were on this were, I would have thought, her own business.
For her to have spent her own money in this way makes her a traitor to homosexual people everywhere.
It doesn't matter that her clientele are gay-friendly and she has gay staff working in her restaurant.
It doesn't matter that even those howling her down acknowledge that her business has done a lot of good work in the field of gay relations.
It matters that her beliefs led her to donate against gay marriage.
The comments on the blogs I've linked to above are hysterical, and I don't mean that in an amusing way.
....Shame on Margie and shame on her entire family. I feel sorry for the 89 people and their families that work at the restaurant, but they will find other jobs. I feel much more sorry for the more than 18000 families that have had their marriage stripped from them - and I feel sorry for the other gay couples that won’t have the chance to marry.
BTW - this woman also donated money from the gay community to the relection of George W Bush to the tune of $1000. Do a google search on her name.
And the shame that she still supports the rape of gays by keeping us from having marriage.[Emphasis added.]
This particular quote boggles my mind, because we can talk about rape as being all about power (and having been raped a long time ago I can appreciate that aspect of it), but what about the marriage thing?
Historically, marriage has been about power and property for most of its existence.
It's for the protection and procreation of the family; if we didn't have familial structures, then we'd be no more than animals rutting in the scrub out in the bush or forest somewhere.
With a social structure revolving around a family unit of (generally speaking) father, mother and offspring, there is some reason for people to actually invest in a future existence and hopefully some prosperity.
I am taking religion out of this one because people tend to get upset about it, and this is not a post for debating that at the moment.
But I digress...
It's only been in the last few decades that marriage has become a purely personal decision to do with emotional bonding or romantic ideals rather than anything else.
With the support of welfare and child support, women can have all the babies they like and raise them without a father.
These days, more and more western men are choosing not to father children, and undertandably so.
What a lot of people don't seem to realise is that the world does not revolve around Me.
It revolves around We.
That is We, the People, or We, the Family, or the Clan, or the Tribe or the Country.
If there is only I, then I will be rather lonely in my dotage, I suspect.
Ultimately, whether a person is for gay marriage or against it, society can only survive when all its members work from the same rulebook.
In this case, when a democratic outcome is being ignored or treated with disrespect by those whom it does not suit, when those crying for acceptance refuse to show acceptance for someone else, then there is going to be trouble.
Those who already take issue with the gay or GBLT lifestyle will only have further grist for their mill, while those who didn't give a toss will wake up with a snarl.
What happens then is anybody's guess, but I doubt it will be pretty.
Saturday morning is for swimming lessons. Magilla has her Disney princess bag that she packs her gear in for sleepovers or swimming.
Me: Put your towel and your clean jocks in your bag, miss.
As we're about to leave....
Me: Did you empty out your bag before putting your towel into it?
Me: No, I can see you didn't. Give it here, please.
I open the bag and pull out 1 towel, 2 pairs of knickers, 2 pairs of socks, 1 jumper, 1 pair of overalls, 1 top, and 1 toy. I then put back into the bag 1 towel, 1 pair of socks and 1 pair of knickers. Suddenly the bag can be zipped up! Huzzah!
Me: Okay, now we can go.
Swimming, at least, is simple. Getting Magilla to pack her bag in a practical manner? Not so much.
For the first time in my life, I've been evicted. It's a rather bizarre feeling, especially as it came out of the blue. We've had an excellent relationship with both the landlord and the real estate agent, but some things have come up (Thanks, Kevni, love your economic stewardship) and we got a letter a few days back telling us we had 60 days to vacate the premises.
To call this a shock is an understatement, and it's taking a few days to sink in.
Of course, nothing can keep a member of the VRWC (in good standing) down, so the househunting has begun.
Along with househunting also comes the scrimping and saving and working extra hours to pay for this blasted..... challenge...and as a result, you'll see something on the right hand side that I honestly never thought I'd put on my blog.
Yup. It's one of those paypal thingies for anyone who feels the urge to provide a fiduciary contribution to helping keep your neighbourhood bogan free.
I did consider having a small nervous breakdown, but that won't serve any purpose apart from providing me with a wallow at the expense of Finding A New Home, so we're all on the job here instead.
Magilla has started packing up her room, the Godmother is on scouting duties while I work, and Spiderboy is getting into everything as you do at 14 months.
It's all rather tiresome, but so is living on the streets, and while we can pay rent and all the bills, the startup costs of getting a new place are a bit out of reach at the moment.
Any assistance is greatly appreciated, and if you are that way inclined, you will definitely be remembered in my prayers.
The landlord reckons he'll give us a glowing reference. When he does, I'll have to make sure he does it in writing and post it here. As I said to him the other day, I've been renting ever since I left home 20 years ago, and I've had all sorts of experiences, but I've never been evicted.
Oh well, that's life, innit?
Prayers are more than welcome, too.
Thanks for bearing with me.
Cheers and God bless,
One more thing... you see those polluters in the pic? Well, two of those heaps are now gone. I don't know if I can handle only having one car to drive, and one that's a whole lot more fuel efficient and less polluting.
Regardless of what anyone thinks of whether gay marriage should be allowed or not, Cobalt Shiva's comment underlines the biggest problem that gays have when it comes to acceptance from your regular, hetero, usually church-going average joe.
Too much bleating. I'm thinking squeaky wheels and oil here, and while it can work, it also breeds resentment.
Please note that the last two links are most definitely not safe for work, and not safe for the squeamish. I have a pretty strong stomach, but there are some things that really shouldn't be allowed out in public.
She's at that stage. She's 6 and a half (can't forget those extra months), and interested in babies. And I do mean interested.
I got a call a couple of weeks ago asking if I knew of Magilla playing the monkey game with TPB. I had no idea, never heard of it. Well, it goes like this:
Magilla lays down on the trampoline over at TPB's place.
TPB lies on top of her.
They bounce up and down on the trampoline.
Presto! Magilla has a baby in her tummy!
I am so glad that I heard all about it second hand. There was a discomforting conversation glossing over making babies, and I've reinforced it by telling Magilla that she shouldn't be playing the monkey game. It's not polite and you shouldn't be having babies unless you're married. (Her response: It's okay to have your first baby if you're not married, though, isn't it? Quick reply: Well, darling, it's actually better for everyone if Mummy and Daddy are married and living together but it doesn't always work out like that. That's all *phew!*)
This has led to several requests for me to have a baby.
I've told her several times that we don't have a daddy around, and I'm not married, so there won't be any babies. I'm not getting into declining fertility in your 40s and expecting menopause any year now. I've estimated I've got around 4 years max left for childbearing, and I don't see any action on that particular horizon any time soon!
So now, the goal is to get me a husband. I need one so I can have a baby, so that Magilla can have a baby brother or sister. Spiderboy (the Godmother's son) is just walking now, and he's a lot of fun for her, but it's not quite the same as having one of your own.
Magilla's even worked out exactly what I need.
I need a handsome man who believes in God.
The Godmother thinks this is hilarious, of course, and she's offered her assistance: she's going to hand her credit card over to Magilla and take her to The Husband Shop so she can find me a good one.
Video by MKH. For those of you in America who think that one measly vote won't count, I'm here to tell you, yes it will.
Here in Melbournistan, we had a very successful State Liberal (conservative) government with Jeff Kennett as Premier.
Jeff (aka The Chairman) ran the state as a business, and he pulled the economy from deep in the red to comfortably in credit, but he got a bit too cocky.
As a result, a few voters decided that they weren't happy, and voted against him in 1999.
Unfortunately for this state, the few turned out to be a whole lot more than anticipated, and as a result, we've been stuck with a Leftward-bound government ever since.
Jeff resigned from the party, and left politics, and he also left a rather large vacuum which his party has been unable to fill. After nearly 10 years they still haven't got a clue, such was the disarray he left them in.
The state of Victoria can be seen as a model of what not to do in an election - we now have an over-active activist judiciary, we have some of the most draconian thoughtcrime legislation in the world (Racial and Religious Tolerance Act).
We have speed cameras in plague proportions, and if you go 3kms over the limit you will get fined and heavily.
We have "Workcover" that looks after workers who are injured, which is okay on the surface, but small business owners are stiffed by a government organisation that requires them to pay for someone who either can't or won't work. Case in point: a small child care centre where a worker slipped and hurt her elbow. She needed some surgery, and has since been declared fit to work. However, she refuses to work with the children now, and only wishes to do admin work. She goes to her doctor, approved by Workcover, on a regular basis and gets a certificate to say she can't work.
In the meantime, she's not worked for months, and the centre is still paying her wage, while also having to pay for someone to cover the work she did.
This is the sort of socialised and subsidised crap you'll find if Barry gets up.
Don't ever think that one vote doesn't count.
I can tell you that it does. I know, because I thought the same when I voted against Jeff.
Near 10 years down the track, I still regret that, and I will for the rest of my life.