juicy's Blog - page 21

And I have been labouring. I have almost totally cleaned summer out of here. It is nice to see surfaces that have been taken up with projects all summer. It feels good to take the house back. The days are getting noticably shorter and now and then cooler. I am not looking forward to getting up early again but I am looking forward to my favourite time of year. Soon it will be cool enough for a hoodie and a camp fire and clean fresh air and the crackle of fallen leaves.
I have been wishing summer away...now my time is coming.
Anticipation is keeping me waiaiaiting..
ju

p.s. Happy Fathers day Aussie dads!

taking a TOF pic and hated it. I looked like I was going to fall over. So I decided to try something else.
Something else is what you got.
Scars are lifes tattoos.
ju

Some places you just do. Some you never will. Some you will hover on the edges of belonging but never quite make it. I don't care who you are you need to belong to someone or something.
I have always been reasonably comfortable with my place in life, belonging here and not there. Fitting more comfortably with one group than the other.
So it is funny that after almost 2 years of working in a place where I knew I was doing a good job. (I have been given more than appropriate raises.) Where I have been treated exceptionally well as an employee. I suddenly feel like I belong. It is a small business and recently I have become more family than employee.
Feeling pretty damn good,
ju

a night owl and having been off for 2 weeks has allowed me to fall into my natural rhythm. I went back to work yesterday and am exhausted. Maybe by the time school starts I will feel half way human with this unnatural schedule again.
Seriously dragging ass,
ju

Guit and I were talking about the upcoming landing which led us to talking about the vast distances in space. It is incomprehesible to me to think that a simple transmission will take 14 mins to be recieved from Mars. I cannot comprehend the idea that the sun could cease to be and we wouldn't know it for 8 mins (might have that number wrong)
So the idea of infinity came up. I cannot comprehend it. There has to be an ending even if just beyond that there is a new beginning. That is more palatable to my brain that just an infinite amount of space.
Then we came up with an acceptable explanation of infitity.


infinity is annoying!
ju

The olympic moments are all over all of the media. Phelps made history but so did someone many have not nor will you ever hear of.
She is a real olympian in the truest sense of the word.
[url]http://bostonglobe.com/sports/specials/olympics/2012/08/03/saudi-female-judoka-makes-history-london/BuaQYz5VLL0FuvKEsIlzDM/story.html[/url]

We were talking about this in chat and all we could all say was WOW.

Humbled by the courage and in awe of her willingness to face the consequences,
ju

I might have been 10 or 11 and was taking swimming lessons. It wasn't a choice. My mom was a life guard. Though I did love to swim and used to just race doing the mandatory lengths of various strokes. I think the local swim team must have been desperate because they recruited me.

I was very upfront. I said I wasn't getting up at 6 am for practices etc and they still said that's ok, just come to the meets.

I hated the meets. The thing I hated the most about them were the hard boiled eggs. I know my mom was trying to give me the energy to be the best I could be but to her the best was a hard boiled egg. I sat on the deck of too many pools that summer, the only one with a hard boiled egg. I would have killed for a sandwich like everyone else but nope! It was hard boiled egg after hard boiled egg at every damn meet.

I continued with the swimming lessons, they were fun but gave up on competitive swimming a few short weeks later all because of the damn hard boiled eggs.

For want of a peanut butter sandwich, I too could have been an olympian. Prolly a world record holder.

I could have been on your cereal boxes.

Damning hard boiled eggs,
ju

Being a grown up should mean you have moved beyond the mob mentality. You don't need to be popular just for the sake of being popular. What does that mean anyway?

A popular person is the one liked by most people. Why is that? I am thinking it is because there is nothing outstanding. Nothing that can be envied, nothing that can be hated. Nothing that can be faulted, nothing that can be challenged. Popular is beige.

To really move beyond the high school mentality so many complain about you need to be yourself. You need to be the unique person you are. You need to stop worrying about what other people think. You need to be comfortable in your own skin. That is when you will be appreciated perhaps not by many but by a few that will really count in your life. They will love you for you. There will be a mutual attraction whether friends or lovers because there is something unique, something that sparks.

When that kind of a connection is made then you will have a friend. Not people that want to ride the coat tails of the popular but the ones that will have real meaning in your life. The ones who will enrich you, challenge you and make you the best you can be and you will reciprocate willingly. You will want the best for them. Unbreakable bonds will form.

When you have a friend, a real friend treasure them. They will be there long after the popularity contests and they will probably tease the hell out of you for wanting to even win one. They will show you how silly you are for wanting to be so beige. They will tell you why they love you and torment the hell out of you for having such foolish ideas.


Friends aren't always forever. Life and death happen but friends, the real ones, are the ones you will always think of with light in your heart.

Contemplative,
ju

It is actually raining! It has been the driest 12 months on record. We need days and days of this to really make any difference. The storms are supposed to come over night which will mean more rain but along with that comes lightning and the last thing we need are more fires.
But for now it is raining and you know it has been awhile because even at this hour there are kids out there playing in it
Listening to the plants heave a sigh of relief while enjoying the smells and sounds of the rain.
ju

I do try to keep my house clean which is like trying to hold back the tide but I do believe I have come to an all time low.
The cat broke the screen in one of the living room windows a few months ago (I WILL fix it when I can find a place that sells screen on the bus route) but I only tell you that bit of laziness because it is relevant. The temperature for the first time in a week is quite pleasant this evening so I turned off the AC and opened the windows.
Ok fast forward an hr. I was outside. K1 was upstairs reading so that left K2 alone on the living room apparently with the cat. I came in, K1 came down and the cat was wandering. K1 pets the cat and says
"ewwwwwwwww he is all sticky!"
So I looked but didn't touch cause like ewww there was brown sticky stuff all over the side of him.
K1 calmly explains.
"He was trying to get out the window so I grabbed him"
That was when I remembered I had given him a piece of bread with peanut butter on it only a few minutes earlier.
Now my cat looks like my walls.
I think I will call him a designer cat and leave it at that.
Some day I will win.
ju