The Weird Week
It has been an extremely odd week. The world seems to be out of kilter, lost its marbles, gone crackers. Whatever you’d like to call it.
Rich has been going around in circles all week with Javacript/Ajax code and getting increasingly frustrated. My two boys came home yesterday from completely different schools, physical and emotional wrecks, both with large black bruises on their heads in exactly the same place, (right side of forehead) from cricket ball injuries (cricket season reigns supreme at school, as does scary amounts of homework). Plus, our customers and resellers have been acting very strangely all week – the world in general appears to be on edge, dissatisfied, annoyed, out of sorts.
What else strange has happened ? Well, Candy has stopped her blog, for reasons I entirely understand, but this is still nevertheless very sad. The US is about to pass a very peculiar law which may have even more far-reaching photography implications than that in my Thoughtcrime post below – See Gary M’s post for further details about this.
On the home front, my mother-in-law has suddenly declared she is very happy and has taken up knitting baby clothes (only those who really know her will realise just how strange this is – about as likely as me getting F-size breast implants and taking up glamour modelling as my career), but I truly am glad she is content at last, whatever the reason. She’s also very adamant that I shouldn’t let Rich resume his nude photography next month. She firmly believes it will be for the best for all concerned if he shoots landscapes instead from now on. Please note she does not know about this blog, as yet. When I originally started it, under a different name, I did let her read it, and as a result of her comments, deleted it extremely quickly.
I don’t tell many people about the blog, apart from a few close friends. I do suspect my father-in-law reads it (Rich’s parents are divorced and remarried, in case you are wondering), although he never says anything, and it may be that the poor chap left in horror long ago.
This week, however, I did tell my delightful and very Christian close friend about the blog, but didn’t tell her the URL, not that it is difficult to find, mind you. I suspect that I should have kept my mouth shut though, as I haven’t heard from her since. This has upset me. In fact it’s probably upset her too, especially the yummy mummy posts a while back, in which I was rather…er…cutting. I am still bruised from the yummy mummy exclusion zone, but nevertheless, I suspect that the ladies in question are largely unaware of the emotional hurt they cause to myself and other mothers who just don’t make the grade. Not that this excuses them or me. I guess we’ll just agree to differ.
Why did I tell my friend about the blog, especially bearing in mind that it’s almost certainly not her cup of tea? Because I don’t like secrets, and I never have (this blog and Rich's mum being the one exception). Usually I believe you should be who you are, all of you, no holds barred. And if people like the real you, warts and all, instead of the persona you portray to your work colleagues, or social circle, well only then can you make the leap to life-long friendship. Real friends are rarer and more valuable than precious jewels. As Chinese wisdom says, one can do without people, but one always has need of a friend.
So all, in all, it’s been a very odd week.
One last point is that it appears that Madonna and I have something in common at long last. We have both been acting 20 years younger than we actually are, believing that we are as young as we feel, no matter what our bodies are telling us. Remember all that energetic modelling about six to eight months ago, during which I stretched my body in ways I could never have imagined, and pulled all sorts of demanding poses? Well, let me tell you that art-nude modelling is for the young, the supple and/or the very fit. It’s certainly not for 40 year old ladies who have had multiple operations, who have an acre of land to look after, a huge house to clean and who have been lifting heavy toddlers around. All that exercise, combined with many, many hours of stretching, posing, wobbling on eight inch fetish heels, and generally being a complete and total idiot, has given me a hernia. My operation is in three weeks time.
Maybe I’ll have to learn to take it easy from now on. Although knowing how much I hate being sensible, I wouldn’t bet on it.
Right! Must go look up F-size breast implants on Google!
I think this image sums the week up nicely.
Sirensong and myself. I do like those zentai suits. Definitely "me".
Rich has been going around in circles all week with Javacript/Ajax code and getting increasingly frustrated. My two boys came home yesterday from completely different schools, physical and emotional wrecks, both with large black bruises on their heads in exactly the same place, (right side of forehead) from cricket ball injuries (cricket season reigns supreme at school, as does scary amounts of homework). Plus, our customers and resellers have been acting very strangely all week – the world in general appears to be on edge, dissatisfied, annoyed, out of sorts.
What else strange has happened ? Well, Candy has stopped her blog, for reasons I entirely understand, but this is still nevertheless very sad. The US is about to pass a very peculiar law which may have even more far-reaching photography implications than that in my Thoughtcrime post below – See Gary M’s post for further details about this.
On the home front, my mother-in-law has suddenly declared she is very happy and has taken up knitting baby clothes (only those who really know her will realise just how strange this is – about as likely as me getting F-size breast implants and taking up glamour modelling as my career), but I truly am glad she is content at last, whatever the reason. She’s also very adamant that I shouldn’t let Rich resume his nude photography next month. She firmly believes it will be for the best for all concerned if he shoots landscapes instead from now on. Please note she does not know about this blog, as yet. When I originally started it, under a different name, I did let her read it, and as a result of her comments, deleted it extremely quickly.
I don’t tell many people about the blog, apart from a few close friends. I do suspect my father-in-law reads it (Rich’s parents are divorced and remarried, in case you are wondering), although he never says anything, and it may be that the poor chap left in horror long ago.
This week, however, I did tell my delightful and very Christian close friend about the blog, but didn’t tell her the URL, not that it is difficult to find, mind you. I suspect that I should have kept my mouth shut though, as I haven’t heard from her since. This has upset me. In fact it’s probably upset her too, especially the yummy mummy posts a while back, in which I was rather…er…cutting. I am still bruised from the yummy mummy exclusion zone, but nevertheless, I suspect that the ladies in question are largely unaware of the emotional hurt they cause to myself and other mothers who just don’t make the grade. Not that this excuses them or me. I guess we’ll just agree to differ.
Why did I tell my friend about the blog, especially bearing in mind that it’s almost certainly not her cup of tea? Because I don’t like secrets, and I never have (this blog and Rich's mum being the one exception). Usually I believe you should be who you are, all of you, no holds barred. And if people like the real you, warts and all, instead of the persona you portray to your work colleagues, or social circle, well only then can you make the leap to life-long friendship. Real friends are rarer and more valuable than precious jewels. As Chinese wisdom says, one can do without people, but one always has need of a friend.
So all, in all, it’s been a very odd week.
One last point is that it appears that Madonna and I have something in common at long last. We have both been acting 20 years younger than we actually are, believing that we are as young as we feel, no matter what our bodies are telling us. Remember all that energetic modelling about six to eight months ago, during which I stretched my body in ways I could never have imagined, and pulled all sorts of demanding poses? Well, let me tell you that art-nude modelling is for the young, the supple and/or the very fit. It’s certainly not for 40 year old ladies who have had multiple operations, who have an acre of land to look after, a huge house to clean and who have been lifting heavy toddlers around. All that exercise, combined with many, many hours of stretching, posing, wobbling on eight inch fetish heels, and generally being a complete and total idiot, has given me a hernia. My operation is in three weeks time.
Maybe I’ll have to learn to take it easy from now on. Although knowing how much I hate being sensible, I wouldn’t bet on it.
Right! Must go look up F-size breast implants on Google!
I think this image sums the week up nicely.
Sirensong and myself. I do like those zentai suits. Definitely "me".
posted by Lin at 1:06 PM
3 Comments:
With all due sympathy for your weird week, capping the post with that superb photo offset all the weirdness. Some people might think the photo itself weird -- I think it's just great.
Yes, weirdness reigns lately. Been pretty topsy-turvy here as well in a lot of unrelated ways, with a few good things, and a lot of uncertainty and change.
Felt I should point out that the "six foot law" that's pending would not be a Federal law, but a state law in Ohio. Some states and cities already have the law in effect, and some say it is for the protection of the performers, but dancers and club owners are universally against it. Ohio recently passed a ban on smoking in public places, which has hurt a lot of bars and restaurants already, so this law would be an added hit to strip clubs.
Also, just to split hairs, Candy's blog is on hiatus, so it's still there, but with controversial entries removed, and it does sound as if she won't be adding to it soon.
Sorry to hear about the hernia... I'd blame the gardening rather than the modeling. ;)
Hope the weirdness passes and good things come your (our) way.
I've been having a weird week too.
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