What's The Story?

I've not been getting much sleep lately. I keep having this niggling of a story idea in the back of my head. It must be a new one that's not quite ready to show itself just yet... I can tell you it's going to drive me nuts until it does... But here the gist of what I have so far.

→ There's this guy. I think he might be a soldier, because he seems to be away from home a lot and people are afraid of him... but he has two kids (not sure on ages yet). 

→ I don't know what happened to his wife, but she is no longer in the picture... she may have died, or she may have run off with someone else.

→ The guy is due to come home again and the adults in the house all take off this is mainly the sister and her friends. One of the sisters friends turns up late for the party/gathering after everyone else has taken off and the Nanny/house keeper quits.

→ This friend finds himself stuck at the house looking after the two kids... the sister refuses to come back and the guy gets delayed for some reason... they friend is supposed to hire a new nanny, but instead takes the job himself, as he can do his day job from anywhere.

→ This friend finds he likes the kids and they aren't the pains in the arse everyone made them out to be. I want to say he's there for almost a year looking after them before the guy finally makes it home for good.

→ The kids don't want the friend to leave because they don't know how to relate to the dad who also doesn't know how to relate to them either so the friend is like a barrier/buffer for them. The friend is also the bridge between the guy and the rest of his family.

→ When some crazy shit follows the guy home from the war they have to band together to keep their world and new found family from falling apart. Through the ups and down they have to learn to rely on each other and the kids for the world to make sense again.

Does that sound like a good story?

Seriously...

Some days I definitely need a do over. You guessed it today's post is basically just going to be one big rant, so please bear with me... I say to the kiddo (who is 27) we are going to clean the house today. So she takes off to go swimming. Isn't that always the way, but at least this time she took her own car.

So now I'm cleaning the house all by myself, so I'm doing it slowly, because if I rush I'll only succeed in wearing myself out and making myself cranking, or giving myself a headache... and that's definitely something I want to avoid at all costs.

I'm also doing a little rearranging around the place. though I took a break to make a cuppa, while I did a quick blog post to let you all know what I'm up to. Not Much else is really happening around the house. I have to buy some more shelving for the kitchen and have some doors made, but I want my brother to organise them so that I don't stuff them up and order the wrong things.

I started the day off by vacuuming the whole house and was pissed to find that the kiddo hadn't emptied the vacuum from the last time she did it. That is one of my pet peeves. I always like to have the vacuum emptied after every use, then it is clean and ready for the next run through. How hard is that to understand.

I wish I had a magic wand that I could wave and it would instantly finish setting up mu house exactly the way i want it to be. where nothing is out of place... and there isn't excess amounts of shit everywhere for me to trip over. I like to look under beds and see nothing. I'm tired of the clutter. Okay my rant is now over... and thank you all for listening to me.

I'm Having One Of Those Days...

I get the feeling that I've forgotten to do something important, and for the life of me I can't remember what it is. It's been gnawing at my brain all morning and I still can't figure out what the hell it is━it's so damn frustrating... and when I do finally think of it... it probably won't have been important at all.

It's kind of a dreary day today. it's not overcast, but it's not exactly bright and summery either... or maybe I'm just in a shitty mood because this bout of Ross River seems to be hanging around. I hate being sick... especially when there isn't a damn thing I can do about it.

I know... I know... I'm bitching, but sometimes it happens and this is my blog so I feel like I get to have a free say here at least. Speaking of bitching who knew one 16 year old cat could be such a bed hog. he sleep right down the centre of the bed and I end up curled across the top against the pillows. Droogie thinks he's the bloody king of the castle... could be worse I suppose... Willow could want to sleep in there as well.

Tonight I'm thinking about attempting to cook meatloaf... well, my interpretation of it. I haven't actually cooked one in years, so I hope it works... Or Maybe I'll make meatballs instead. I might have better success with those. I can serve them with rice and greens. Mind you it is only 1 pm and by the time dinner rolls around I could have changed my mind a million times over.

Now you know what I mean when I say, "I'M HAVING ONE OF THOSE DAYS."

Let's Play Catch Up

Seriously, sometimes I think that my life is never meat to run smoothly. Even after we've been to court and even though I think my ex-husband got the better deal, his lawyers is still dicking around and drawing thongs out. I just want the shit to be over and done with so that I can move on with the next part of my life, and I can't do that with this last bit hanging over my head.

I still haven't finished Moon Runners 2: I Won't Let You Go as I've had a savage bout of Ross River Fever that has knocked me on my arse for a bit.. Okay truthfully, it's just made me all achy and head-achy and I don't mean migraines I feel like my brain is shaking apart.

The weather here still doesn't know whether or not it wants to be cold or hot. Mind you that could just be me. I was doing the grocery shop today, and most people were in jumpers and I'm walking around in a singlet.

Willow seems to be doing okay after her dental surgery. At least it hasn't put her off her tucker. she has found a new favourite food━wheat biscuits(I mix them up with warm water and a little bit of milk... that way they are soft on her sore mouth).

Emily is looking for a place to live. she has been staying with Mum and I for the last couple of weeks, but she needs to be out on her own. She has a job interview on Monday at 4:30 pm so fingers crossed it all goes well for her. she feels cramped in our spare room as there really isn't enough space for her here.

I have been coffee and Coke Zero free for 32 days. I thought I would miss it, but I really haven't craved either. I found it harder to cut back on the salt. Not that I actually use a lot of salt in my cooking, but when you cut back you sure can tell.

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Fur babies & Other News

FUR BABIES:

One of my poor fur babies has to go to the vet tomorrow─because today is a public holiday here for ANZAC DAY─anyhoo, Willow has apparently lost one of her top fangs. She jumped up on my lap yesterday and hissed at her brother, Droogie, when I noticed the damn thing was gone. It was there last week, but now it's not. I'm more making sure that all is okay and that there is no fragment of tooth left in the gum, or an infection hasn't set in. It hasn't put her off eating at all, which is a good thing. But really, other than the medicated cat biscuits to stop crystals from forming in their urine and bladder. my cats don't eat cat food they eat human food─tune in spring water, raw steak finely diced, cooked chicken finely shredded, cooked corned beef finely diced, and they love plain potato chips crumbled, but I don't let them have a lot of those as they have too much salt on them.

OTHER NEWS:

I have 5K left to write on Moon Runners 2: I Won't Let You Go. I was hoping to have had it finished by the end of the weekend just past, but as per usual life jumped right in my way  to stuff up my schedule. so now I have to try and finish it off today, because I have a busy day tomorrow. 

As not only do I have the vet, but we also have to go to the doctor for my migraine checkup, and then it's also flu needle time─yay, what fun. I don't like the new migraine medication as it makes me queasy, and I feel like shit, but at least I don't have a headache.

3:45 AM & I'm Wide Awake.

Those weird little sleep gremlins have decided it's time for me to get up. I must have had enough sleep for them for one night. The older I get the less sleep I seem to need─I thought the opposite was meant to be true. So here I sit another early morning in the house all by myself when everyone else is asleep. In some ways it's bloody brilliant, and in other ways it's a little creepy.

I'm happy to admit I think the new migraine medication is working (regardless of the freaky side effects) maybe it also has something to do with my weird sleep patterns now. I never sleep over eight hours. If like last night I fall asleep at 7:30pm then I'm up at 3:30am at least it's nice and quiet.

Last night I woke up at 4 am surrounded by flashing lights (no sirens) but a few houses down there were cop cars. I have no clue what happened. So I hope everything was okay, but they were there for at least an hour after I woke up. I don't know how long they were there before that.

Yesterday while writing Moon Runners 2: I won't Let You Go, I thought of the opening paragraph for book three (which I apparently still haven't named as yet) so I wrote it down so I wouldn't forget. I will tell you more as I know it. I'll work on it again today before Em goes to the doctor and then again when we get home.

The weather is finally starting to cool down here of a night time, but the days are still shorts and singlets weather. I can't wait for winter to set in. I'm sick of the heat. The times where I can cook a huge stew that can last for a couple of days. the cats are getting older now so they may spend the winter nights inside from here on out. I will have to see how they go. I have already been putting the blankets up on hector's cage so he doesn't freeze his little feathered arse off.

Okay, I think I've rambled on enough for one early morning... I'll catch you all again tomorrow... Later Gates.