Melbourne Cup Day 2011
Without Prejudice
Acer is dressed as Bumblebee and I read him a story and talk to him, give him a hug and at first he's stiff and I tease him and he accepts the hug.
My good friend calls and she is going through a break up and Kim Kardashians marriage ends, after 72 days, who really cares????
I have weed sprayed and pulled more out by hand and for a woman on her own the grass is a pain. Yvette's bought a mower and Zach did the lawns with lots of stoppping and moaning, but it's done.
I have the best thing in the world, it's called Weed Killer and it's also a pain, because I have to be careful around the grieving 80 kilos, funny Husky who will not stop pining for her best friend, Bonnie.
When a big husky doesn't want to move, she won't and you can't budge her either. And she needs heaps of attention and the boys walk her, now, hoping she will shrink down to normal.
I have to be careful of little kids as well as lately Cruz does not want to stay indoors and could crawl over any weed killer and put his fat chubby little fingers in his mouth.
He's just starting to toddle and is so proud of himself and we applaud his efforts.
My friend who is going through the breakup say we are the same, always the Nanny Dog, fretting over any progeny within reach.
Yvette will be outside having fun with the kids and I am like,
"Watch that bee",
"He's got something in his mouth"
and Yvette laughs and tells me to lighten up, stop worrying, be happy!
And I am. perfectly content to play and then escape inside my unit to privacy and quiet, Bliss.
Everyone should have a bolt hole, somewhere you can pull down the shades and be yourself without interruptions, it's like a gift, the peace, the quiet and I could never write in chaos, you have to be able to concentrate.
Steven King saying when he first started, he lived with his wife in a trailer and would lock hinself in the en suite bathroom and balance the typewriter on his knees.
Later he had a six inch nail above his desk full to the top with rejection slips.
And he wrote Carrie and hated it, hated the character and screwed it up and threw it in the bin. His wife rescued it and read it and told him she liked it. So he finished it,
His agent rung him up one cold day in Chicago and Steven and his wife needed this important "pink Medicine" as their baby was sick, his wife out, they had exhausted family and friends for money and had nowhere to turn.
And the agent said,
"We've sold the film rights for Carrie"
And Steven stood in his kitchen and he thought the agent had said,
for 40 dollars.
He could not get his head around the amount the agent had really said and had to get the agent to spell it out, it was $400,000,
and Steven rushed out to buy his wife something, anything for Mothers Day.
He found a pharmacy open and bought her a hair dryer.
He presented her the present, she puzzled, and then he told her and they both cried looking around them at the dreary cold flat they were in and realised their lives were about to change.
It's a great story of perseverance and true............even better.
And Steven King, the jockey is riding today. Yvette and Debbie having once hung around the racing Crowd with Sammy Dewis, now Lawson, who married a horse trainer, Dean Lawson, son of Ray Lawson.
And we went to her engagement party and it was wall to wall jockeys and racing people. Damain Oliver and Lenny Maund and all the others. It was fabulous, somewhere in Kew and the wedding was even better.
So we watch the race together none of us getting anywhere and Yvette remarking Steven hasn't changed. They used to come to our house, Steven and his brother Graeme and take the girls out.
When they met B, they thought he was a big fat Islander. But he just laughed and went to his room, he was amused that tall Debbie towered over the men, especially in heels.
One day I am going to go with my sisters and exorcise the ghost of my Mother, who loved the races and disappeared on Melbourne Cup Day 1976 and never returned to us.
Jackie, Helen and I will dress in our best glad rags and get aching feet from high heels and sink in the grass and get horribly drunk on Champagne, well I will, they both don't drink.
But it will be fun and I am booking it in for next year. And I long to go to Italy and New York next year.
Jackie always said she would take me to Italy if anything happened to Winn, God forbid. As she will be OK, money wise but I wonder about personally.
Although, cautionary tale here,
A friend of mine's, sister went to Italy last year with a girlfriend and left hubby at home and he died.
And they had made a pact before she left for the month abroad, because he was not well. That if anything happened to him, she would not break her trip for him, so she didn't.
Can you imagine what that would be like ??? I can't, I'd have to grieve for months at least 12, they were married 50 years or so.
I just can't imagine me flying around on the back of a speedboat, water skiing at some fabulous Italian Resort, having fun and my partner of 50 years had died and I wasn't at his funeral. It's too bizarre.
I like marriage I just didn't like him in the end and it was empty and sad and away from the marriage I was allowed to be myself.
Me, just me, and i can't imagine giving that up for someone and having to share it, that also seems bizarre, now I know what Freedom is.
I always wanted a family and I wanted to write since I was about 6, I guess. I was a funny little bookworm, always and I am not so much anymore. I like to party as well, so fingers crossed we be partying soon.
We have had way too much this past couple of months, long live the memories of Suzy the baby and Rosa, Mandy and Bonnie, My mum today, My Dad 9th October and Tiny.
And on the 30th November, we celebrate Lauren's Anniversary, the 22nd, and the girls said they are getting me a tattoo of Guns N Roses and Lauren's name. And I will do it as long as it's not painful, so I better send for John, my half brother who lives in Wakefield.
Bit of a trip but they want to come to Australia for a visit, him and his family. But there are plenty of tattoo shops around here, it's Cranny after all. Ha Ha.
As long as it's not somewhere that shows, (my rule, Only 'rough" people get tattooed, so I have to get over my fear of that,) marked forever as a "Bogan", only need my Moccies and a fag and I'll be right.
Oh, that's right I don't smoke "fags", any more. Thanks Big!
Can you imagine what my Sister would say if I had a Tatt.???
She might thump me, scary baitch.
She has a challenge now and I am throwing it out there. Helen and I have shed half our body weight, alright 30% and it feels soooooooooooooo good. So Jackie is to go to Camp Eden on her own, without her props, Hubby and kids, mobile phone, and then get fit.
Be the sexy Jackie we knew as kids, she can do it, the was the glamour one and we were the daggy one and the fat one (Helen said she used to look like the fat kid from the KFC ads.)
She rubs off on me, my older Sister, we grew up together, Helen coming along when I was 14 and Jackie 18. We danced around the bedroom in our pegnoirs and put curlers in our hair and it was Elvis for her and the Beatles for me.
She taught me to swim, she protected me from bullies, she was maddening and dismissive and a second Mother, handing me a bra when I was 12, one of her old ones and said,
"Here, wear this!"
Mum not noticing I was developing, nor would she talk about, and we shared a bedroom for years until she married and then I missed her. So to My big sister, Jackie and my baby Sister Helen, love and best wishes on this Melbourne Cup Day and to my brothers as well.
George no doubt at some Crazy Casino shindig for the Cup and Jackie with The Soroptomists, having chicken and champagne, Dave be at a shindig as well probably for Rotary or Breast Cancer Research, Helen's probably at work in the Hospital, Ian be chilling in Darwin, probably one eye on a book and the other on the race.
And today, all day, all of us would be thinking of Natalie Bruckshaw, our gorgeous Mother, who would have been 88.
lots of love Mumasita,
your little bookworm x
Janette
Acer is dressed as Bumblebee and I read him a story and talk to him, give him a hug and at first he's stiff and I tease him and he accepts the hug.
My good friend calls and she is going through a break up and Kim Kardashians marriage ends, after 72 days, who really cares????
I have weed sprayed and pulled more out by hand and for a woman on her own the grass is a pain. Yvette's bought a mower and Zach did the lawns with lots of stoppping and moaning, but it's done.
I have the best thing in the world, it's called Weed Killer and it's also a pain, because I have to be careful around the grieving 80 kilos, funny Husky who will not stop pining for her best friend, Bonnie.
When a big husky doesn't want to move, she won't and you can't budge her either. And she needs heaps of attention and the boys walk her, now, hoping she will shrink down to normal.
I have to be careful of little kids as well as lately Cruz does not want to stay indoors and could crawl over any weed killer and put his fat chubby little fingers in his mouth.
He's just starting to toddle and is so proud of himself and we applaud his efforts.
My friend who is going through the breakup say we are the same, always the Nanny Dog, fretting over any progeny within reach.
Yvette will be outside having fun with the kids and I am like,
"Watch that bee",
"He's got something in his mouth"
and Yvette laughs and tells me to lighten up, stop worrying, be happy!
And I am. perfectly content to play and then escape inside my unit to privacy and quiet, Bliss.
Everyone should have a bolt hole, somewhere you can pull down the shades and be yourself without interruptions, it's like a gift, the peace, the quiet and I could never write in chaos, you have to be able to concentrate.
Steven King saying when he first started, he lived with his wife in a trailer and would lock hinself in the en suite bathroom and balance the typewriter on his knees.
Later he had a six inch nail above his desk full to the top with rejection slips.
And he wrote Carrie and hated it, hated the character and screwed it up and threw it in the bin. His wife rescued it and read it and told him she liked it. So he finished it,
His agent rung him up one cold day in Chicago and Steven and his wife needed this important "pink Medicine" as their baby was sick, his wife out, they had exhausted family and friends for money and had nowhere to turn.
And the agent said,
"We've sold the film rights for Carrie"
And Steven stood in his kitchen and he thought the agent had said,
for 40 dollars.
He could not get his head around the amount the agent had really said and had to get the agent to spell it out, it was $400,000,
and Steven rushed out to buy his wife something, anything for Mothers Day.
He found a pharmacy open and bought her a hair dryer.
He presented her the present, she puzzled, and then he told her and they both cried looking around them at the dreary cold flat they were in and realised their lives were about to change.
It's a great story of perseverance and true............even better.
And Steven King, the jockey is riding today. Yvette and Debbie having once hung around the racing Crowd with Sammy Dewis, now Lawson, who married a horse trainer, Dean Lawson, son of Ray Lawson.
And we went to her engagement party and it was wall to wall jockeys and racing people. Damain Oliver and Lenny Maund and all the others. It was fabulous, somewhere in Kew and the wedding was even better.
So we watch the race together none of us getting anywhere and Yvette remarking Steven hasn't changed. They used to come to our house, Steven and his brother Graeme and take the girls out.
When they met B, they thought he was a big fat Islander. But he just laughed and went to his room, he was amused that tall Debbie towered over the men, especially in heels.
One day I am going to go with my sisters and exorcise the ghost of my Mother, who loved the races and disappeared on Melbourne Cup Day 1976 and never returned to us.
Jackie, Helen and I will dress in our best glad rags and get aching feet from high heels and sink in the grass and get horribly drunk on Champagne, well I will, they both don't drink.
But it will be fun and I am booking it in for next year. And I long to go to Italy and New York next year.
Jackie always said she would take me to Italy if anything happened to Winn, God forbid. As she will be OK, money wise but I wonder about personally.
Although, cautionary tale here,
A friend of mine's, sister went to Italy last year with a girlfriend and left hubby at home and he died.
And they had made a pact before she left for the month abroad, because he was not well. That if anything happened to him, she would not break her trip for him, so she didn't.
Can you imagine what that would be like ??? I can't, I'd have to grieve for months at least 12, they were married 50 years or so.
I just can't imagine me flying around on the back of a speedboat, water skiing at some fabulous Italian Resort, having fun and my partner of 50 years had died and I wasn't at his funeral. It's too bizarre.
I like marriage I just didn't like him in the end and it was empty and sad and away from the marriage I was allowed to be myself.
Me, just me, and i can't imagine giving that up for someone and having to share it, that also seems bizarre, now I know what Freedom is.
I always wanted a family and I wanted to write since I was about 6, I guess. I was a funny little bookworm, always and I am not so much anymore. I like to party as well, so fingers crossed we be partying soon.
We have had way too much this past couple of months, long live the memories of Suzy the baby and Rosa, Mandy and Bonnie, My mum today, My Dad 9th October and Tiny.
And on the 30th November, we celebrate Lauren's Anniversary, the 22nd, and the girls said they are getting me a tattoo of Guns N Roses and Lauren's name. And I will do it as long as it's not painful, so I better send for John, my half brother who lives in Wakefield.
Bit of a trip but they want to come to Australia for a visit, him and his family. But there are plenty of tattoo shops around here, it's Cranny after all. Ha Ha.
As long as it's not somewhere that shows, (my rule, Only 'rough" people get tattooed, so I have to get over my fear of that,) marked forever as a "Bogan", only need my Moccies and a fag and I'll be right.
Oh, that's right I don't smoke "fags", any more. Thanks Big!
Can you imagine what my Sister would say if I had a Tatt.???
She might thump me, scary baitch.
She has a challenge now and I am throwing it out there. Helen and I have shed half our body weight, alright 30% and it feels soooooooooooooo good. So Jackie is to go to Camp Eden on her own, without her props, Hubby and kids, mobile phone, and then get fit.
Be the sexy Jackie we knew as kids, she can do it, the was the glamour one and we were the daggy one and the fat one (Helen said she used to look like the fat kid from the KFC ads.)
She rubs off on me, my older Sister, we grew up together, Helen coming along when I was 14 and Jackie 18. We danced around the bedroom in our pegnoirs and put curlers in our hair and it was Elvis for her and the Beatles for me.
She taught me to swim, she protected me from bullies, she was maddening and dismissive and a second Mother, handing me a bra when I was 12, one of her old ones and said,
"Here, wear this!"
Mum not noticing I was developing, nor would she talk about, and we shared a bedroom for years until she married and then I missed her. So to My big sister, Jackie and my baby Sister Helen, love and best wishes on this Melbourne Cup Day and to my brothers as well.
George no doubt at some Crazy Casino shindig for the Cup and Jackie with The Soroptomists, having chicken and champagne, Dave be at a shindig as well probably for Rotary or Breast Cancer Research, Helen's probably at work in the Hospital, Ian be chilling in Darwin, probably one eye on a book and the other on the race.
And today, all day, all of us would be thinking of Natalie Bruckshaw, our gorgeous Mother, who would have been 88.
lots of love Mumasita,
your little bookworm x
Janette
