Bitch on the Blog

April 26, 2011


Filed under: Communication,Despair — bitchontheblog @ 11:29

Thought of the day (one of them), the irresistable one, kicking and screeming – because of its [the thought’s] sheer vanity – to get out into public: BLAST. Gone. Hold on. Let me do my usual trick when I leave room to fetch something from another: Like what? Go back to where you had the initial thought. Take your time. It will come back to you. Unfortunately. Now write note to yourself. Take it with you before leaving room on renewed mission. Don’t tell anyone. Particularly not Con. He is unforgiving and will cart you off to the next MR FIX IT drive-through.

Followed my own advice, just now. Got it back: Yes, so hot tip of the day: Do NOT despair with yourself. Take yourself in your stride. Even if you are Con. You’ll be stuck with your YOU till your dying day. Do not kid yourself, and whatever you do do NOT read self help books. The only people helping themselves are their authors. To your money.  Be happy. Be YOU. What a gift. Even if you mess up big time.

I myself drowning in paper once more. People telling me to stop indulging myself can go and stuff it, instead filling the landfill of their own lives. I LOVE drowning in paper. Paper, the printed, comforts me only marginally less than my son returning in one piece from one of his outings. I knew motherhood would do my head in – nineteen years after giving birth (not before). Neither can I let on about my worries – to him, or anyone else. So, you out there in the aether count yourselves lucky to be taken into my confidence. Don’t abuse it [confidence that is].

Hugs, kisses, and a waste paper basket on application (don’t worry about the postage – I will carry load),




  1. I find a shredder very helpful. The shredded material can be very comfortable and then can be composted for use onthe allotment!

    Comment by magpie11 — April 26, 2011 @ 16:15 | Reply

  2. I couldn’t agree more, Magpie: Shredders will do what shredders are meant to. Until they stop. Shredding that is – jammed as it were. I personally do not like shredders. Shred something and it’s FINAL. Tear a peace of paper instead (say an A4 into four or five still identifiable to the ever elusive identity thief) and – when reduced to having second thoughts what you have just done – you will have a lovely time to retrieve from garbage that which has now bonded with leftovers and tomato sauce.

    Neither do I have an allotment. A source of some grief to me.

    Don’t forget to send le chou chou once it’s taken root and blossomed.


    Comment by Ursula — April 26, 2011 @ 17:25 | Reply

  3. At least you don’t have a neck killing you. Have to wait to see if it’s inflamed from a recent fall. I tripped on a rock on hike. My 40 some neighbor broke a finger & 2 ribs when he tripped on a rock. Can happen to anybody See. O is it arthritis from the whiplash I got then I fell over the vacuum hose & smashed my neck on the step.

    Comment by bikehikebabe — April 26, 2011 @ 21:23 | Reply

    • Get Tom off his Kindle and let him do the vaccuuming! For god’s sake: There you are fifty years or some such down the line from the altar swearing undying sickness and health; and after no babies left to hold any longer you are still expected to manage the hose!

      Let’s leave my fuming around grown up men aside; I am a fine one to talk since I still have barely managed to teach my own 19 year old apple of eye the rudimentaries. Seriously,BHB: Only two hours ago I told him that one day he’d make a fine husband to a be pitied wife on returning from hunting down the bacon: “WHERE IS MY DINNER”. For reason I can’t quite fathom he thought my renditon hilarious. I myself didn’t.

      Anyway, we ate. Eventually.

      Considering your injuries, and it’s small comfort, at least in the court of Lion King, the Con – if ever there was one, you and I would give him the eye to limp upon. And a Dyson to practice with.

      As ever, yours,

      Comment by Ursula — April 26, 2011 @ 22:07 | Reply

      • I take a bad thing (my neck hurting) & try to make it a good thing. I’m telling myself this is GOD’s (LOL) message to me to remember to stand up straight. Hold head up. Pinch shoulders in back. All the things a therapist will tell you.

        Pick up feet when walking like Young people do. (Really old people slide their slippered feet across the smooth floor.) Put heel down first, toes will trip you. I tore out a pic of about 15 young men walking & everyone had toes up pointing to the sky. (Partly I tore it out because they were athletic Hunks.)

        BTW How do you “give an eye to limp upon”?

        Comment by bikehikebabe — April 26, 2011 @ 23:09 | Reply

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