Woah... I suck at blogs!

Okay so I lost my mojo there for a few weeks but things have been insane.
Its the busiest time of my year workwise for me, my son turned 18 and into a MAN overnight it seems, I turned another year older which pisses me off no end and I think I'm in a relationship of which I don't want to admit to... or be in. Dammit!

It started out all fun and games ... yeah yeah until someone loses an eye... and cries about it. I'm so philosophical its freakin scary. You'd think in my older wiser incredibly intelligent years because I've done it all seen it all that I would not get myself into a situation that makes me cringe. So sad but true...

Where does that come from? Now I'm stuck in this "oh golly gee I really should get the hell out of here before I am driven nuts" and I've had enough years of being driven nuts by people I should never have associated with in the first place! Its like the perverbial flies to poo... and there I am sitting like a cherry on top of a stinking mass.

Okay so its my own fault. I felt sorry for someone. I try to help people and try to make them feel good about themselves then all of a sudden I'm caught in this trap of "Oh crap. Now I'm screwed" in making them happy I am setting them up for destruction. How egotistical is that? When did I transform into this heinous creature of pain? Buggered if I know.

Oh and I crashed my truck today to just to shaft it further up the sore side. Couldn't be helped really... just one of those wrong place wrong time moments. Gutted.

Okay well despite that I'm actually having a blast - looking forward to a break and should really do something about putting up a Christmas tree but I figure with all the neighbours plugging 50,000 watts of twinkle bulbs in to make their house look like a red light district why bother? I'll just keep the curtains open and be blinded by the light.

On that note I shall go to bed... see all of you fans later. (echo echo)

DAY TWO - Counting your blessings... or dreaming about them

Woah still don't have anything too profound to share - except, well life is funny - one minute you're really getting into a situation then all of a sudden its starts to change... or your mind does anyway and its just not that fun anymore. You'd think getting to this age I'd be thanking my lucky stars but... well... a friend told me recently "when i'm counting my blessings...I always count you twice" - Jesus maybe it was the cheeziness of it I dunno but for some reason my skin crawled and I got this funky bile taste in my mouth... yeah it was a bloke saying it. Heck being a single gal I should be lapping this stuff up but it sat like a bad curry on a gut full of chowder - during in-flight turbulence...ratshit. Anyhoo I should be thankful that someone adds me to their blessings I guess but I suppose I can be a hard arse like that sometimes.... curse of being a woman. Sorry about that.

So what do I do to combat it... I have this brilliant dream - one of those dreams that you don't want to wake up from because although its weird... it keeps you interested and ends up starring as your highlight of the week... and it ain't even real! It started out as road trip with a mate of mine - got to some place covered in snow and checked into this wicked log cabin lodge... we got settled in, lit a big-ass fire and busted out the wine... well the weather packed in and for some reason we ended up with all the lodgers in the complex hanging out in our room... a family of four, couple of crusty ole locals drinkin beer out of flaggons and of course...no cool dream would be complete without the addition of a coupla spunkrats crashing the party.

Now this is where you think "o-kayyy... might stop reading here in case it goes south and grosses me out"... but no, sadly (Yeah I know girls... waste of a dream!) no xxx rating... just lots of vodka shots and dancing... in a log cabin, in the middle of nowhere dream-town New Zealand, during a hard-out snow-storm in front of a roaring fire...

Best time I've had in months!

Then I woke up. The disappointment was phenomenal - especially when I realised it wasn't Saturday morning and I couldn't just drop back asleep into log-cabin fantasy world. And the gutting thing was I don't know how it ended! It was all going so well and I would have liked to have hung around in that dream state a little longer just to see how the rest of the night panned out - and that REALLY rips my undies. Put me in a bad mood for about 15 minutes... until I hit peak-hour Auckland traffic which took over real quick in the annoying stakes.

So if anyone is slumbering out there and happen to come across a log cabin with a couple of hotties dancing around a fireplace flipping shots of citrus absolute.... come on in and for god's sake... let me know how it ends. It could just be the blessing you give thanks for twice.

Ni-nite..
Stylz x

IT'S ALIVE!!!!!

HOLY POTATOES! I'M GETTIN' MY BLOG-ON! GO VIKKI-GO VIKKI-GO VIKKI...
WOOHOO... this is pretty freakin excitin' I can tell you - I am NO LONGER A VIRGIN BLOGGER. I have popped the cherry... done the deed... busted out the moves and hey-hey... here we are. AND....

I've drawn a complete blank. Gutted. Aw man... I feel so let down!

Hey... its all good, I won't be so hard on myself - its my FIRST TIME... everyone knows your first time SUX ARSE anyway... so I'm gonna go away and have a think about things and maybe even put a wee plan together and come up with some STYLY READS... because this my friend... is the window to the soul of the 'Stylz'.

So... if you can't look into my eyes to find me baby... read my blog.

Ni-nite for now.
Stylz :-)