Such a naughty cow!

Life gets too busy sometimes. Don’t you hate when real life justs gets in the way of blogland??!

So amongst the real life cow pat that I seem to be wading through right now, I’ve neglected all sorts of things. Like the offerings of Hot Hunks for the lusty one aka Widdleshamrock. Sigh, but the real excuse there is that I’ve been so overwhelmed by the Happy David Day offerings from like a month ago, I haven’t managed to exit that world yet! Can never have too much of the lovely David now, can we??

The other BIG thing I neglected was to submit in triplicate and I believe, also in blood, my application from leave from the coven this week. Not a good look for the apprentice. The lovely ladies from the coven have been there with support and chaos and I forget to notify them I’m outta here. Tsk tsk.

So while I’m away having a spot of girly whirly fun, I’ll have to come back and grovel like mad I fear….I think I’m going to need to take advice on how to suck up! Crap!!

Hot Hunk Thursday

Yes! It is that time of the week again. Our Hot Hunk Thursday fix was started by the lusty lovely Widdleshamrock - and you too can join in the fun by heading over there and telling her where your lovely pervy pics can be found!

So in fairness to the ANZAC traditions in the past few weeks, after offering up Richie last week, I’ve taken a peek at what the Western Isle has to offer. Can’t say I found too much - but then I could be looking in all the wrong places. I did find this wee speciman that fit the criteria somewhat:

And while Clint Schifcofske is indeed a fine Rugger Hunk, I’m afraid I have to insist that Richie has it all over him.

So in order to help with the HHT search along some, I have to go back to my happy place and there he is… who could resist?? Ahhhhh…. pull up a chair, and ummmm…. relax with the very, very lovely David Boreanaz….. I’m sure you’ll enjoy

Happy Mail

Don’t you love it when the mailbox gives you Happy mail? You know the sort… actual mail and not just junk or bills. Actually junk mail is almost all that arrives in my letter box these days seeing I get the bills via e-mail. You begin to realise how electronic our communication has become when the box receives nothing along the lines of actual paper with actual words written out by an actual person.

So imagine my surprise when today’s postie leaves me a big envelope. And it’s not marked from Open Poly. Cos I still haven’t finished my assignment yet so there is no way they have sent my result back.

I head inside and open it.

It is a HUGE friggin poster of… the Crusaders! Woohooo! And even better, it’s been written on: ” Happy Birthday from Richie and the boys”.

Shit!

Now, as much as I would like to believe that hunky hunk forever known to the mad girls in the Coven as the “McCaw Burger” has read ma wee blog {Hi, Richie!!!} I’m fairly certain that it is not so. And even if he had read the wonderful tribute to his gorgeousness, I’m even more certain he does not know when my birthday is. {It’s next Wednesday people!!}. So who the hell sent me such a vision in the letterbox??

And yeah, even is Richie is reading my blog and he figured out my birthday, this writing is way too girlie for me to think for a second that it ’twas him that sent me some love.

Sigh…. that dream is over in a nanosecond.

So I don’t know how this heavenly item has fallen into my hands - but thank you Postie!!

Happy Birthday Mother dearest

Yes it is the birthday of the woman that brought me into the world. Undoubtably kicking and screaming. I still hate to be woken - so let that be a warning to those of you with cell phones and little ones that like to play with these pieces of technology.

Where was I?

Oh yes, rejoicing in the birthday of my mother.

The woman that fucked me up completely. well as best as she could. Cos thankfully I still have a brain and managed to get out from under all that psycho-babble bullshit that some parents just love to shove on to their kids.

And to be fair, I have to acknowledge that some peeps have far worse parents than I did. But still, when I look back on all the stunts and shit that mother-dearest pulled on this sweet girl it makes me mad.

She wonders why I don’t call her regularly like the little sis does. Ummm gee, could be something to do with the fact everytime I call I get a sermon on how long it has been since I last called. She hasn’t quite figured out that the length of time only gets longer rather than shorter despite the whining and whinging. It could also be something to do with the fact I’m an independent woman that has never needed to hear her voice 16 million times a day in the same way lil sis does. Or the fact I got wise to the way she managed to convert her insecurities into my problem somehow.

Still, the woman is my mother and without her, I could not be here. And the world would truly be a lesser place if that was the case.

It would be, people - trust me!

So happy friggin birthday mother dearest.

And you better not friggin forget mine this year.

Hot Hunk Thursday

What better way to start a day than to get some linky love going on a pervy session. Hot Hunk Thursday (I sooo prefer the title “Hot Hunk Thrustday”) is the brain child of the mad knee-capping goddess of something or other, Widdleshamrock. To take part, just leave a piccie of your lust of the week and let us know why he is deemed as such.

While watching a bit of the old rugger the other night, I suddenly realised that the All Blacks are blessed with many hunks. It’s not just the game we’re watching….

Not sure if it’s the reserved country boy you see in the interviews, or the more…. ahem…. forceful man around the paddock *snigger* that gets the juices flowing, but flowing they do. I’ll leave you with that thought….

I’m mad

I must be - I’ve gone and started this blog. We’ll see what pops up here.