Friday, 4 March 2011

Playing Chicken

I don't have computer access right now, and can't seem to upload any Seljuks guestposts I have baking. I have so much to tell you, but don't want to run the risk of getting all Charlie Sheen on your arse. (He is clean and sober, during those rambling interviews.)

I can't upload any pics from my iPhone straight onto my blog - YET, hey Google? *cough* New App* cough

So I thought, I know. The chicken post! I'll just link up to it, easy. So I delved into my old blog to find that I'd written the chicken post almost three years ago. When I was nearing the end of my pregnancy with Rocco. (Monkey). And in the chicken post, is a big spiel on being concerned about holding him after the birth. Thats all I was worried about .... Dave would have just started growing babies of his own, his adorable little tumours awwwwwww look, the tumours have my nose!

You can plan away in life all you like, but Forrest is right. You never know watcha gonna get.


I'm at my MILs house right now, annoying her with questions on why she never lets "any of her boys" clean up in the kitchen. Sometimes I say things just to piss her off. She's welcome. Forrest Gump is actually on, I called Max as I've always wanted him to see it. The scene where Forrest is running and running, getting chased by bullies. And then his metal leg braces just fall clean off.

I cried. My leg braces fell off this week too. I am getting stronger and better and faster every single day. Fact: I've had some kind of spiritual open heart surgery; they found I had more Light inside me than darkness.

Who knew.

Here it is. The true tale of the chicken that was too tasty for its own good.


  1. Seljuks guestposts does, of course, mean delicious guestposts. I couldn't get back up to the top of the post to change the auto-correct.

    Seljuks. I like it. "MUM! What's for dinner tonight?"


  2. O. M. G.

    I literally just had the best laugh I've had all month -- when I read what Linda said to you (no hello). The most blessed belly laugh (the kind like God intended when he invented the act) and doG, didn't that feeeeeel goooood!!

    Oh, ~thank~ you for that. Thank you both. (This was the second time today that you made my day!) Give Tee a big wet kiss on the eyeball and a hug for me (or a punch if you can't catch her and get close enough). The internet misses her.

    Dave is right. That is the best damn childhood story I ever heard. You are awesome. Always have been, apparently.

    XXOO More soon.

    D was here.

  3. Poor Rocco - no wonder he poos everywhere! It's a response to getting licked all over by his aunt. You should totally make her come and clean up after him. ;) That is an awesome story.

    Also, I think everyone but you knew that there was all kinds of light inside you...

  4. Oh My God - that was fucking funny.

  5. Okay, so ... the fact that only three of us chicken-lickers have commented so far mean that ... I'm gonna have to move to Australia when all the 'normal' people find out about me?

  6. Are You Kidding Me: Thank you for saying that I was the only one who didn't know that I had the Light in me. It's the next morning now and I feel ten bajillion kinds of craptastic because Dave always gets up early when we're here and leaves me with the dusty, sad old people. So I logged onto my portal of communication (iPhone) .... in the hope that someone, ANYONE is out there. And you are. Thank you.

    Palemother: I am overjoyed to be the bearer of bellylaughs! Did you not know the joys of the chicken story before? So. Bloody. Nice..... to connect with my main peep again. Have I told you what I've done to the teeny skull of motherfuckerness? So so so cool XOX

    Mrs Woog: True story: I thought of you when I linked to this. I KNEW you would like it!

  7. Ha haaaa! And no. I don't want you to do that to me when we meet in Sydney at the ABC. Thangs anyway...

  8. OMG - that is hysterical!! The first true LOL I've had in at least a week. Makes me wish I had sisters :)

    I can see your light all the way from Oklahoma.

  9. It seems I have a LOT of catching up to do here...

    I think my MIL used to say things just to piss ME off... but I was young and impressionable and she died before she got to meet the wrathfilled awesomeness that is me now. And that kinda makes me sad cause I woulda brought the bitch DOWN. Heh.


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