I'm a red hot demon, yes I am

Every once in a very great while I wake up feeling like a million bucks. I feel happy, healthy and full of the joys of life. Today was such a day. I have no idea why because it was hot as Hades and you all know how I hate that. I also had a restless night and hardly slept a wink. Still who am I to question why.


It seems like forever since I felt like my old Gypsy self and of course I was like a demon on heat with all that boundless energy simmering inside me. I just couldn't contain myself and of course I completely overdid it.

I did a couple of hours of bucket watering to try and save my new trees from turning up their toes under the relentless sun. I washed windows, cleaned up outside, did heaps of washing, cleaned the house and I even hosed down the outside of the house and the driveway (it's a very dry and dusty area). Water restrictions have been lifted which I find very odd considering the heat. However, as I do just about everything with rainwater from our tanks I felt quite justified in sparing a little on the driveway which hasn't been cleaned in a really long time. All of this in 40 (104F) degree heat. I even went for a nice long dip in the pool to reward my good work.


It felt so good to be active again and be normal. Tonight I even did some last minute sewing on the girls costumes and now it's after midnight and I'm writing a post. You can call me superwoman now...I think it's appropriate.


I know to all of you this probably doesn't seem like a big deal and a couple of years ago it wouldn't have been to me either. It's just been forever since I felt this good and I felt the need to celebrate.


I'm sure I will suffer for it tomorrow but right now I don't care. I'm Gypsy again and it feels great.

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Many of you may remember the devastating bushfires that hit Victoria in February this year. As a result of the Victorian Royal Commission into how things could have been handled better, it has been recommended that a new category be added to the fire danger signs. This new category is Catastrophic and today this warning was in place in some parts of South Australia, my home State. This is the most severe warning there is and means that it is recommended people leave the area immediately. Surprisingly just about everybody in these regions ignored the warning and carried on as usual.


I'm sure it would be very inconvenient to have to up and leave but surely losing your life is a lot worse. Are people's memory's so short that they really think it won't happen to them? Because history has proven that it will.


Tomorrow it is going to be 43 degrees (109.4F) in the metropolitan area of Adelaide and even hotter in many country areas. Unfortunately it will not only be hot, but windy with possible thunderstorms, a recipe for another firestorm if ever there was one.


If we do reach 43 tomorrow it will be the hottest November day on record.....ever.


To all my fellow South Australians, stay safe and be ready to leave as soon as any danger arises. Nobody wants to see a repeat of the death and destruction that was Victoria's Black Saturday.

Red Hot Sunday

Tomorrow is the full dress rehearsal for my daughters' concert which takes place next Friday night. I am just dreading it and would rather spend the day poking sharp sticks in my eyes.


Oh come on, how bad can it be? I mean it might even be fun.


Ordinarily it would be, in fact I usually love it but not this year and particularly not tomorrow. You see tomorrow my friend it's going to be 40 degrees Celsius (that would be 104F in the old system).





Well don't they have air conditioning where it's being held?


Why yes they do but you see the teacher, who is a bloody minded biaatch, won't have it on for long because it's too noisy. Can't hear herself think or some such nonsense. Also when you have about 60 kids and roughly 40 parents in one confined space, it tends to be rendered useless anyway.


Add to that the rows and rows of colourful, gay costumes that need to be whipped on and off at the speed of light because we are practising you see. We are practising the art of getting the kids out of one costume and into the next and back on stage before the audience have even comprehended they've gone. That tends to make people sweat....and get cranky....and heat up the room even more. Are you getting an idea of how this is going to go down?


Well yes I can see that maybe it isn't the perfect way to spend a hot day.....



Oh wait...you haven't heard it all yet. The kids have to dance in the aforementioned heat for 8 freakin' hours. Past years have proven that they inevitably get hot and tired and start to make mistakes. The Biaatch makes them do it again. They make even more mistakes. She screams at them and tells them they are useless and will make fools of themselves on the night. Yet more mistakes are made. Meanwhile my blood pressure is going through the roof and my need to severely hurt this woman is getting to have a life of it's own.


There are little tiny girls of anywhere from 3-6 years old in little fluffy bunny suits. They are part of the fairytale woodland scene in Shrek. They look awfully cute but their precious faces are beet red and their mothers look on anxiously while The Biaatch just gets meaner and meaner.


Well can't they just practise once or twice without the costumes so they don't get overheated and you know....faint or something?



Well then that wouldn't be a dress rehearsal now would it and god forbid we should change the rules and be flexible.


How about postponing it for a few days and maybe do it one night after school when it's hopefully a bit cooler? I believe there's going to be a slight cool change tomorrow evening.


Well that's a sterling idea but darling these arrangements have been cast in stone don't you know, and you can't unwrite words in stone.


Well damn, you really are in for the day from hell aren't you?


Yeah, but the kids will have it worse. I don't see this ending well at all.



Hmmmmm.......

A cold wind blows.....

I have often been told that I am very intuitive and tuned in to other people. While this is often a blessing it can also be a curse.


Sometimes I just don't want to understand what I'm feeling. Sometimes it doesn't lead somewhere I want to go but these feelings just won't be ignored. As much as it would be easier to sweep them under the rug, it's not always that simple.


At the moment I can't help feeling that I have offended someone....a fellow blogger in fact. I want to ask them but I'm not sure how to without it sounding as if I'm neurotic or overreacting. Deep inside I know I'm not being paranoid. Don't ask me how...I just know. The trouble is, given the distance and the very nature of the internet it would be easy for them to deny it and make it seem that I'm just being silly. The thing is I don't know this person all that well but I was starting to and I was enjoying the friendship that was blossoming. Now suddenly I feel as if a cold wind has blown through cyber world and the warm and fuzzies are now more cool and frosty.



I have to ask myself these questions because this isn't the first time this has happened. On a couple of occasions I have known exactly what happened to spoil a friendship and I can deal with that. It's when it's a complete mystery to me that I'm at a loss to understand.


So if this sounds like you and I have said or done something to upset you, please tell me. It could well be that I don't even realise it and it was completely unintentional. Or maybe I just didn't turn out to be who you thought I was. If that's the case then that's ok because I will always be who I really am on this blog. If that offends people or turns them off then I am fine with that because I can't be anyone else nor would I want to be.


I know I sound needy and fragile but I'm really not. I just like to deal in truths and honesty....it's just the way I am.

Just ask yourself.....you may be surprised

Gee it's been a really long time since I've shown my face around here and I know I haven't visited anyone in ages. I'm so sorry about that but there just hasn't been a moment to scratch myself and to be honest I haven't been all that well either.


There are still a couple of weeks until my life is my own again but it is my mission to read all 200+ posts I have in my reader as soon as I can. For now though, I am going to write one of those posts that pop into my head from time to time.



We have one of those night time entertainment/chat shows in Australia called Rove Live. Any visiting celebs, authors, singers etc usually get interviewed by Rove and it's quite a fun program. Last year he would always end his interviews with the question "Who would you turn gay for?" which as you can imagine prompted some surprising answers. I would always ask myself the same question but I could never come up with an answer.


The thing is I just love men. If you've been reading here for any length of time I am sure that is stating the bleeding obvious but I do.

I love the male form......... when it's in good shape of course. I like the subtle definition of muscles, the broad shoulders and chest, the strong arms and legs and I just love the way men smell. I love that look they get in their eyes when they've just seen someone they are attracted to and as far as I'm concerned, making love with the right man is the most thrilling experience there is.


I love men with interesting faces and I am definitely not someone who is attracted to pretty boys. You know the type of men I mean....models with their perfect chiselled features. No, I like a scar or some kind of imperfection and I like rugged men, a little rough around the edges. Josh Holloway would be the closest thing to my perfect man or more specifically, the character he plays in LOST. The delectable Sawyer........the bad boy with a heart of solid gold. Probably the ultimate oxymoron but hey...that's me.

Let's face it, I am completely, 100 per cent heterosexual and as beautiful as women are, I just can't see myself being attracted to a female in that way at all.


Until the other day......


I was sitting at home sewing sequins on costumes with the TV on in the background, when I noticed that Ellen was on. Just like that I realised if I was going to turn gay, it would be for Ellen.


She is such a fun person and I think I would really enjoy her company. She has a brilliant sense of humour and that is one of the sexiest traits you can have in my opinion. Every time she hears music she starts bopping around which I quite often find myself doing and hey, she's got a pretty face which never hurts. To cap it all off she's married to an Aussie girl so she has great taste as well. Tehe....


So now I'm asking you dear readers, if there are still any of you around after my neglect....... Who would you turn gay for OR if you're already gay, who would you turn straight for? It's a lot harder to answer than you might think. Go on....tell me. We're all friends here.

Excuse my little dummy spit.....

Sometimes life gets just a little bit overwhelming doesn't it?


I always take a lot of deep breaths and just to try to focus on one thing at a time but this time of year always does my head in. There are a number of reasons for that and I did mention a few of them recently.


We were handed two new assignments today and I already have a couple on the go. School finishes in 4 weeks and we are being bamboozled with work to get the certificate completed in time. Normally I would set aside time on the weekend but I have to attend all weekend workshops for the next two weeks for dress rehearsals. This is for my daughters' concert on November 20. No doubt there will be more sewing to do and all the running around the concert normally entails.


I have to attend as I am a dresser backstage, helping the girls in and out of costumes and it would be a disaster if I didn't know the order of things and how long I have to get each costume on or off. The girls are in a lot of dances and one of the changes we have to do is in 35 seconds. That's to get Emily out of the Lord Farquardt costume and into the Sugar Plum Fairy. Yeah....like that's gonna happen.


On top of all this, the weather is really starting to warm up and I have about 100 new shrubs and trees scattered over two acres that need bucket watering. It takes roughly two hours per night which is two hours I don't have. That isn't even going into all the usual outside jobs I have to keep this place under control. And by jingo, let's not even pretend we do housework anymore.


Once upon a time none of this would have phased me but the truth of the matter is that I have a finite amount of energy that greatly decreases as the temperature increases. I have the type of MS that is exacerbated by the hot weather. All my symptoms are greatly effected and I feel as if I have chronic fatigue. It would be impossible to even describe the type of fatigue I mean because it's like nothing I've ever experienced before. Frankly I wish someone would just shoot me before December hits but I'm too bloody stubborn to let it beat me. So I have to pace myself.




Now if you knew me you would know that telling me to take things easy is like asking the tide to stay back or the moon not to rise. I'm busy.....I have stuff to do. I can't just put my feet up and stuff bons bons into my mouth while lounging back on the chaise. For goodness sake, relaxing is for other people. It isn't what I do.


Pfft....who am I kidding?


More and more lately that's exactly what I do. Sometimes I could just scream with frustration. I've never asked "why me?".....it's been more like, "why not me?" but now I'm asking why can't it be someone who doesn't have any drive, who hasn't got a whole world out there to experience because all they want to do is kick back and have a good excuse to do so. I'm angry and I'm angry at myself for letting it show.


I'm sorry you guys. I don't often get teary and sooky over this but for some reason tonight I am giving in to it. It just pisses me off and I'm over tired I guess. I'm also sunburned from school today, the girls dance teacher was her normal bitchy, inconsiderate self, I can't remember the last time I slept for more than 2 hours at a time and I feel a bit hormonal to boot.


How about I go to bed and we'll just pretend none of this even happened. Maybe soon I'll even tell you about how Ziggy tricked me in to going into the men's toilets at school today and we can all have a laugh and things will be normal again. Yes I think that's what we should do.


Good night and god bless.