HELP ME

Scotty too hottie and me. I met my husband at the "Winchester" Karaoke Bar in Lower Hutt, it was literally LOVE at first sight.

My favourite food is pumpkin, spinach and cauliflower boiled and mashed with sour cream

I own four pairs of sneakers, average prices $8 each, two pairs of jandals (flip flops) and a pair of slippers my daughter bought me for christmas.

I am obessed with the interior design of tiny spaces...

I love the sea although I am terrified of it since seeing jaws when I was a kid, although I made myself swim in it but only with my husband. I always stay on the shore side from him reasoning that if there is a great white shark Scotty will go first...he knows this and still loves me.

The first movie that scared the crap outta me was "Hush Hush sweet Charlotte with Bette David and Olivia DeHavilland, and the song still creeps me the hell out *shudder*

My first full on crush was 'Scott' from the Thunderbirds - it took me a long looooooong time to figure out he was a puppet.

When I was pregnant with my eldest daughter Megan I was addicted to Pixi caramal bars.

My son Nathan was breach and when he was born his feet came out in the taxi on the way to the hospital.

When I was pregnant with Jenna-Rose I ate Watties Baked Beans, apple sauce and pork sausages for almost every meal.

My childhood nickname is bullet, not because I was especially fast but I was bald until I was about three.

I was once a dolly bird back up singer in a band and was on TV, I hope to hell that Video tape has been completely destroyed, but I did look hot.

HELP ME

Posted by Olivia Giles on Monday, November 4, 2013

Is anybody out there...there....there...there...
Help me...me...me...me...

Obviously I am not a bloggist, blogger or bloggerist.
I don't have the internal discipline to keep a diary.
I don't think my daily stumblings through the day coalesce in a way which is meaningful to anyone but me.
Id be bored if I had to read about my daily exploits because there are many, many, days in which I do nothing, except stare at a screen grasping about in my massive vacuum of a brain, for something to throw on it.
Like now.
Im just disgusted with myself for being unable to find any words over the last three weeks of any worth, whatsoever, to write anywhere. No blogs, no poetry, no short stories, no novels no nothing...

I have however been drawing...

...and reading lots and lots...

and watching a lot of 'QI', 'Big Bang Theory', 'Criminal Minds' and 'the Mentalist' (the latter which is sliding more and more towards the ridiculous with plot holes you could dock the QEII in!)

Why am I doing this...because I am

stuck, stuck, stuck....

I've had a sore throat for months, this Graves Disease thing-a-my is life sapping torture and the amount of meds I have to take every day would fell a freekin elephant...which is the size I'm heading for, as the meds, disease, and inertia of sitting in front of a blank screen is dealing to me, mentally and physically...

before...