On The Lack Of Proper Blog Posts…

Oh dear… I’m reaching the point where I feel like I should apologise for not blogging…

You know what sucks? That I feel like I can’t blog about my knucklehead anymore.

This used to be my vent space. My outlet. My therapy. And now it feels like if I blog about him I am gossiping… And there are people out there that I would rather not have reading about my boy which is why there are more password protected posts than I ever wanted to have, and all the older posts about the knucklehead are now also private and for my eyes only.

It makes me sad…

BLOGTHINGS!!!


You Are a Chocolate Cake


Fun, comforting, and friendly.You are a true classic, and while you’re not super cutting edge, you’re high quality. 

People love your company – and have even been known to get addicted to you.

 


You Should Get an Abstract Tattoo


Artistic and uniqueYou’re the most likely type to personally design your tattoo 

 


Your Japanese Name Is: Nishi Aburakoji


Banzai!

You Belong in Greenwich Village


Avant-garde and bohemian, you’re quick to adopt new ideas and lifestyles.And while you’re a bit less weird these days, you still have a “live and let live” philosophy. 

 


Your Drag Queen Name Is: Crystal Titz


You go girl!

You Are the Late Show with David Letterman


You are a bit sarcastic and cynical. It takes a lot to wow you.Your sense of humor is pretty dry. Sometimes people don’t even realize that you’re joking. 

You’re the type of person that people are dying to impress. People often make a fool of themselves around you.

Your standoffishness and aloof demeanor only makes you more appealing!

 


You Are 34% Bitchy


You’re a pretty sweet person, and you’re definitely not prone to bitchy outbursts.Sometimes, though, you can’t help thinking mean thoughts about people. But at least you don’t act on them! 

 


You Should Fly on a Trapeze


Some people may call you a daredevil. Others would call you an adrenaline junkie.
 

But for you, it’s not about the risk – it’s all about the reward.

You crave freedom. And flying on a trapeze is the closest you’ll get to that freedom.

The rush of doing something humans weren’t born to do is amazing. And you’re willing to put your life in danger to experience it.

Which Superhero Are You?

Aaaalrighty then… I like that I’m Catwoman, but I don’t think the description is all that accurate…

😛

Your results:
You are Catwoman

Catwoman
70%
Spider-Man
70%
Superman
60%
Supergirl
60%
Wonder Woman
60%
Green Lantern
60%
Hulk
50%
Iron Man
50%
The Flash
40%
Robin
30%
Batman
20%
You have had a tough childhood,
you know how to be a thief and exploit others
but you stand up for society’s cast-offs.


Click here to take the Superhero Personality Quiz

Oh For Fuck Sakes.

Just a caution- I did not watch my language like I usually do.

I had such a nice weekend. I really did. It was really busy, and I didn’t see much of my Glugster, but it was a lekker weekend.

The knucklehead and I even had a fabulous evening out last night. I figured that since I had a bit of cash- which I haven’t had in months- that the knucklehead and I should go and have a bit of a date, just us two. We scooted off to Montecasino and window shopped and had coffee and browsed in Skoobs and saw a movie and made fun of people walking by and went on an arcade ride that was like being on a rollercoaster… We didn’t argue or anything and we really had an awesome evening. We have had a really good few weeks at home, with him thinking before he speaks and handling tricky situations really well and us not fighting, and last night I told him as much while we were out. And I told him I was proud of him and that my Glugster and I had noticed a change. It was one of those perfectly timed moments and it was good.

Then as we decided to head home I stopped to go to the loo. Sadly I can’t hold my Coke like I used to. My phone was just about to fall out of my pocket so I put it on top of the toilet paper dispenser, I didn’t sash it “safely” because my bag was hanging on the back of the toilet door and was out of my reach. When I was finished I grabbed my bag, washed my hands and left. The knucklehead  and I strolled to the car while he had a cigarette and as we left Monte I realised my phone wasn’t in my pocket. I asked the knucklehead to check my bag but I knew I’d left it behind. We turned the car around and I ran to the bathroom, but as I knew it would be my phone was gone. The cleaning ladies hadn’t seen anything- or claimed not to have seen anything- and the security guards didn’t know about it either.

I was furious with myself for making such a fucking stupid mistake.

We set off for home again and I called my Glugster on the knucklehead’s phone to ask him to try calling my phone, just in case by some miracle someone would answer and say “Oh hi! Yes! I found it! How can I return it to you!?“. He called several times with no answer, and it then the thief turned it off. Fucking bitch. I hope you slip and fall and MY phone takes your fucking eye out.

When I got home I called my service provider and got them to block my number, and I will now have to go through the schlep of doing a SIM-swap.

Oh joy.

And then to make matters just a wee bit more interesting, I remembered that we chose groceries and fuel over insurance payments when my Glugster was unemployed, and since we’re still playing catch-up we haven’t reinstated it yet. And no, I do not opt for the insurance on my service provider’s contract because I have always had seperate insurance. So no “easy” replacement of my beloved BB Bold 9900.

Fan-fucking-tastic.

I still wasn’t dreadfully upset because I still had my old fucked up BB Bold 9700 stashed in my drawer as a back up for just in case, and since I backed up my Bold 9900 just last week I was just going to get a new SIM & reinstate the backed up information. No problem, right?

Right.

Except that- long story short- I don’t have my old fucked up BB Bold 9700 anymore…

Marvellous.

So now I’m going to be paying off my BB Bold 9700 for the next 18 months because I opted to take a phone that I couldn’t have for free on my contract. I will be paying for a BIS service on my contract that I can’t use. I do have a business phone for my baking, and will be using this Motorola something or other because it can accommodate 2 SIM cards, but I won’t be online very much because I won’t pay my service providers mobile internet fees.

If any of you have me as a BBM contact I suggest you delete me completely as there is the possibility that whoever took my phone will be able to wangle use out of it even if I blacklist it.

A Peek Inside An ADHD Brain

So what’s going on inside an ADHDer’s brain, an ADHDers nervous system…?

I have never been diagnosed with ADHD, nor am I on any kind of treatment, but there is no doubt in my mind that I do indeed have ADHD, most likely the combined type, definitely with hyperactivity.

I have wished so many times that my darling knucklehead could explain to me what it feels like to be in his head, but he isn’t able to do so. I have found a few adult ADHDer blogs and its an incredible eye-opener to read them because it gives me a little bit of insight into how my boy’s mind works, and I am grateful for that…

But every now and then I catch myself doing something that I know I should make a note of for others to learn from… but I just don’t get around to it!

Then last night, I was sitting in the kitchen working on my admin, and I had a blasted earworm! I honestly can’t remember the song that was chomping its way through my brain, but I do remember having to consciously and repeatedly focus on repressing the insane urge to belt out the chorus at full volume there in my kitchen with my hubby watching TV and working on his laptop in the lounge behind me! He would have had a heart attack!

Now if I was battling (and I was successful but I had to really work at it) not to blurt out a song at the top of my voice, can you imagine how hard it is for a schoolchild who has not had years of learning impulse control like my 38 year old self has!??

Does it sound far-fetched?

If you think about it I am sure you can remember your own ADHDer suddenly yelling out some random string of words or a TV show battle cry or a song- completely out of context and completely inappropriately- and wondering where it came from or what brought it on!?

How about this one as food for thought. I will be sitting on the couch watching TV, or lying in bed reading, believing I am completely relaxed and calm, and I will get the weirdest sensation in my leg (or both legs) that will NOT go away unless I move. And not just move or change position, I have to make several repetitive movements- twitching, kicking, bouncing, anything- to stop the tingle. Its like my bone is vibrating and I have to move to stop  it.

Sound crazy?

Imagine a child feeling the same thing. How is a youngster going to stay in his seat or stand still in line when a feeling in his own legs is about to send him round the twist!!??

I’m not making excuses for bad or inappropriate behaviour, and with a little maturity and learning it can be “controlled”, but perhaps the next time you’re dealing with some strange outburst or unexplainable behaviour, you might remember this blog post and realise that they really can’t always help themselves- their bodies sometimes do things before their brains have a chance to put the brakes on.