F is for Frigging Fibromyalgia

I tell you what if I ever had a choice about what to Frigg around with it sure as F**k would NOT be Fibromyalgia.  I am so Freaking sick of being Flattened by this Frightful FMS that I think I will dedicate the rest of this rant to the wonders of the F word and just how versatile it really is!  A multi-purpose noun, adjective or verb!

I don't give a F**k (Here it is a gift that you are withholding (perhaps one that Flies))
It's F**king Fabulous (Note the expletive expression of delight (or sarcasm))
F**k Fibromyalgia (Probable not delight, more likely an angry expression of violence towards something abhorrent)
F**k you!  (There are Few things that Feel more Fabulous than this ultimate rejection)
I'm F**ked! (This makes tonight no different From all the other nights when I have Felt F**ked)
It's F**ked ( It is NOT going to work any more)
What the F**k? (An all purpose question)
Well I'll be F**ked! (Anyone can be surprised, no?)


Fibro and Fantasy
Don't fit together
With or without the addition of leather.

E is for Egalitarian

When asked for my philosophical or political orientation I will often describe myself as Egalitarian.  It is Exhaustingly Effortful to Elaborate Effectively on Elements as Essential as Egalitarianism when Engaging in Exchanges with Extremely Evil BIGOTS!  On Facebook the other day I shared a photo that said "Get your religion out of my vagina", it is one of many slogans I Embrace.

Equality for Everyone
Seems really Easy
That people oppose it makes me feel queasy.

De-Lovely... Cole Porter said it best!

"It's delightful, it's delicious, 
It's delectable, it's delirious, 
It's dilemma, it's delimit, it's deluxe, 
It's de-lovely"


The Devine Cole Porter Deftly Defined "D" alliteration and Didn't he Dream up a Doozie?


Today we are off to visit my Dreamy friend (previously referred to as The Lioness). In her work she Documents and tries to Defend one of Sydney's convict landmarks.  In this case it is the only site that is Dedicated to the convict women.  I can't wait to see her and the Dig!

A Ditty of Doggerel

Is all I can write

As  I murder the language with Devilish Delight!

*wicked evil grin as befits the Descendant of Depraved Deported felons*

C is the Cutest of them all

Here we are in Sydney Calm and Concealed at TLOML's bro's house.  We Collected the rental Car and Charged through the Congestion...  It is Cool to be Carefree.  The harbour is Clingquant!( I know that is a Cryptic word but it is so Correct!).  This evening we are off to see The Boy and have Chow with The Best Friend and her Clan so that should be Completely Coruscant!

Charming, Crazy and Curt
to each I've been wed
and by all I've been hurt.

B-Day but not THAT B-Day

Today is the day for B to stand up and Be counted!

Ergo it is B-Day but it is not MY B-Day... that is a Bone of contention and a Basis of some apprehension for me.  In a few months I will turn 50.  TLOML is also turning 50 a few months after me.  Her Bounteous Buzz aBout her Birthday Bash is Balanced By my Blue Butterflies as I try to Bargain my way out of any kind of Bother.  BLLLLLUUUURGGGHHHH!!!! (another useful exclamation.)

Beautiful and Brooding
Both start with B
But one describes her and the other is me.

A is for the A - Z Blog Challenge

A is for AAAAARRRRGGGGHH (which is the noise I wish I could make with gay abandon)

I decided in view of my moany groany guilty blog that I would suck it up and join this blog challenge... I'm not sure if I will have a theme... check out the banner thingy if you are interested too...

here goes

Adorable and Arsehole
both start the same
but one makes you smile and the other complain.

A guilty blogger...

Forgive me readers for I have sinned --- it has been bloody ages since my last blog and it was a fair while between that one and the one before.

*big bloody sigh*  I haven't been reading many blogs either so all my cyber mates are very distant and unfamiliar at the moment...  I'm sure I need a boatload of hail Herbert's to receive absolution for these sins.

Tomorrow we are going to Sydney and I have been stressed to the max (a total female dog to live with) about the trip...  I can't wait to see The Boy and I talked to him for nearly two hours yesterday on the phone which was great.  I have assignments due for University so I will need to keep studying while away.  On top of all this I have been feeling like absolute excreta for the last week or more.  Roving muscle pain that refuses to respond to anything from massage to morphine has taken up seemingly permanent residence in my body. Quite frankly it just sucks, to be honest.

TLOML has been wonderful as usual but even she has not escaped my irritation and my moody, PMS'y, I'm sick of hurting, unreasonable wrath.  She's pretty good but isn't quite rivaling Mother Theresa for sainthood so there have been a few snappy exchanges.  Fortunately we do manage to get over it very quickly and we are forgiving of each other.

The weather here has become incredibly beautiful; brilliant blue skies, warm but not as hot and humid, glistening sea, lush green gardens and bush (from all the rain we were having a few weeks ago)... quite frankly if I wasn't so keen to see The Boy I would rather stay here right now than go away.  I'm sure once we are underway I will relax a bit and that I will actually enjoy it but it's kind of hard to think of traveling for pleasure when I have been so haunted lately.

So I don't blog because I feel like I am boring and grumpy and incapable of seeing anything in an interesting and amusing way... and then I lose touch and blah blah blah....  well there you go...

I will try to do better, I promise.