Concrete cowboys....

"Some guy said to me, 'Don't you think you're too old to sing rock n' roll?' And I said, 'You'd better check with Mick Jagger.'" --Cher

I don’t write lists. Why? Because I tend to throw them out or forget them or I choose to believe I am so super smart I can remember everything. I do, however, have a habit of writing notes on the back of my hand. My theory is I will look at my hand and think what the hell does ‘call M about R L’ mean? I still don’t what that was about or J 7 @ 9 - hmmm…that could be almost bloody anything. But the thing is even if I don’t know what the writing on my hand is at least I look and wonder and realize there was something vital I planned to tell myself. Sure, as a system, it sucks. But it’s my system and it keeps me guessing so I like it.


About a year ago, I had this idea that I would buy a small whiteboard and put it in the kitchen and write notes to Amarinda on there. I have one thing still written on it from a year ago. It is the word ‘cement.’ I often look at that word and think ‘yes, I should do that bit of cementing’ but I don’t. This is why I don’t adhere to lists as they are not threatening enough to make me want to do something. Lists are passive, they just sit there until you doing something about them eventually. I probably need a dominator list that grabs me by the throat and says ‘Do this now, bitch.’ Even then I would just probably nod and smile, wait for it to let go of my throat, think evil thoughts of revenge and then ignore the dom list. As for the cement, I have the bag of cement, I just have to mix and pour and trowel. It’s not hard. It’s just takes time. I have the bag of cement next to the spray on lawn weeder, the can of paint, the garden table I have to repair, the old ironing board I have to give away (I refuse to iron. It’s just wrong) and the cobweb broom. I pass by this collection of stuff to do every day in the garage and I say to myself ‘I swear on a wine bottle, one day I will do all of those things.’ I never do as free will reigns supreme with me and I am quite happy to live in half-finished chaos. And everyone knows oaths made on wine bottles are only binding if you are drunk.


Speaking of cement…the driveway saga. There are a lot of concrete cowboys out there ladies. I am not talking about hard bodied men in akubras or Stetsons and spurs, I am talking about tradesmen who will turn up and tell you any load of crap they think you will believe. I thought I had the concretor lined up until he spun me the biggest load of bull and I dropped him like a hot brick. So I have been interviewing more concrete cowboys. I say interviewing because anyone on my property has to be someone I can place some amount of trust in that they will do as I decree especially if I am at work. The ones so far have been smart arses (takes one to know one) or flirtatious – yeah like I am looking for that after a day at work with seven dweebs. At this stage, I am still checking cowboys out. Like my prince, one day he will come along – do as he is told, get the job done to my satisfaction and then piss off. See, I’m not complicated. I just know what I want. Check out the cowboy to the right...I reckon he could probably lift a couple a bags of concrete...


Kelly has killed off Zoltan on the blog serial on www.kkirch.blogspot.com or has she? I kind of liked Zoltan. Anny on www.annycook.blogspot.com has some excellent excerpts of her must buy book Cherished Destinies which is released this Friday.

Want to know what the freaky man with the wild blond hair is all about? Well, of course you do. Who wouldn’t? There has to be a reason behind it. The Goddess and The Ghost is released November 27th…or maybe 26th…it could be 25th…hmmm...one of those dates...writers? What do they know? Anyway it’s out then-ish at Total-E-Bound and it’s the second book in The Goddess Grind series. It’s about a working goddess, a ghost and camping out… oh and there’s sex.

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