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A New Direction

May 25, 2007

With things with me getting worse and worse, and time running out, Ive finally made a decision. One that Im sure many will disagree on. But one that has privately been discussed with those closest to my heart.

Bugalugs and I finally have everything in place, and we leave this morning. We go to spend what time I have with Dickhead, allowing him to finish his treatment which gives him a chance, a chance I no longer have.

I cannot be seperated from Bugalugs, and I have chosen to not be seperated from the other special man in my life either.

Thankyou for your well wishes and support. And even the occasional kick up the backside.

There are some who will understand this post, they knew it was coming. To those I send my deepest love. You know who you are, you know what you mean to me, you know what the decision in this post means. You all have mail to read.

puik liefde,
Heuning

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DICKHEAD IS HOME

May 22, 2007

Much is happening.

Its time for me to make choices. Serious, life changing choices.

Im not well. Not in a good place. Tire so very easily. So much of my strength is simply gone. Physical, mental and emotional strength. Im almost completely empty. Its vapours, just vapours. And when I look inside the tank, I cant see how Im even managing to exist at all.

Not just my life, not just the path I take, but me, the very essence of me, is being decided.

Lately

May 14, 2007

There are more and more bad days, and the good ones are just mediocre. I didnt even get drunk or debaucherous since last friday night, which still has ramifications even now.

Bugalugs’ footy is going great guns and ill be back to tell you all about it (still top of the ladder – which the storm ARE NOT are they babe! HA HA HA)

The Bulldogs play the Storm tonight (in melb unfortunately, and Dickhead is currently stopping over in Dubai for a couple days on his way home (hes been there since Sat arvo – do I know when he’ll be home? no!) Hopefully the dogs will get up and i can laugh at him when he DOES come home. Im unable to call him atm and im missing him. Lookout when you get back babe – I swear after 2 months+ Im gunna eat you alive.

Just letting all the concerned parties know Im still around. Even if I do suck right now.

Please Excuse My Bloggy Absence

May 7, 2007

Dear Sir/Madam

Please excuse Honey from blogging recently as she has been sick. Duh.

Sincerely

Moi.

Folks let me tell ya, its been weird. And full on. And not. Its all a bit weird and messed up and, well, stuff. And yes I know im not making sense. So Ill leave you for now with the good, the bad and the ugly….

THE GOOD

Hmmm, well this category would have to include the fact that I have a new toy, with another on the way, thanks to my good friend Miss Noisy. Everygirl needs BOB sometimes, especially me seeing as Dickhead has been gone for 2months. No wonder the woman at the service station where i buy calling cards to talk to him has been commenting on the amount im spending, and asking “just how much phone sex are you two having?”

THE BAD

would include my financial mess, which honestly wouldnt be a problem if i just sat down and thought about it and shit, but i cant seem to get motivated/concentrate on anything for more than 5 seconds at the moment. also the fact that my phone is fucked. no idea whats going on there. 3 weeks till contract expires and i get offered something new and pretty and shiny. meh.

THE UGLY

friday night at PJ Gallaghers and the fallout. nuff said.

Google Searchers & Spammers

May 2, 2007

To the people who are searching for “big Dickhead”

HANDS OFF – HES MINE

To the people searching for “arabic boobs”

Mine ARE awesome, but im not arabic – thats dickhead and boobs arent something he has

To the person searching “upset at having cum inside me”

Use a condom. We dont want you procreating anyway.

To the spammer who hit my blog 18 times in a row

Thats the most donkey porn links i have EVER seen. How DID you find them all? And why do i need them 18 times over?

BL72104325

April 30, 2007

Thats the Number of the photo of bugalugs playing footy. Its HERE. Hes in the background of quite a few others. Hes #10. You know, the one with blue hair. LOL. Kinda hard to miss. That was the game i told you about where he was captain, so the chance to get the ball and run just wasnt there that week. He was the playmaker instead.

How awesome is it that they send out photographers to the games? Unfortunately the guy was only there for about 5-10 minutes. My besty MIN has some fucking brilliant action shots of her eldest boy from last year.

Oh, and look forward to some serious bitching and name dropping in the next couple of weeks. MIN is team manager this year, with her husband coaching the under 6s (of another club, not ours) and she recently had a run in with a team being managed by a prominant Rugby League player. Although I havent had any dealings with him, his reputation from last year as an extremely bad sportsman seems to be being confirmed again this year with his son now playing for a third club (not mine nor MINs).

Lets just say that a parent or two from an opposing team a couple of times have copped a mouthful from me due to their behaviour, and my PMS is in full force this month, and we play his team shortly.

I must say, that i second her suggestion of a strongly worded email to The Footy Show on channel 9 should his bastardly behaviour continue.

And no, he isnt a Bulldog. Never has been. Its not just the boys in blue and white who are a disgrace to the code. Why am i so pissed off? Because parents attitudes make a huge difference to the boys. The boys who play dirty come from teams where the parents display fucked up behaviour. The well behaved teams have well behaved parents. I went off my nut about parents and teams behaviours before, but deplorable behaviour from a team manager, let alone an A-Grade representitive footy player, is a million times worse.

How do us decent (even if we do swear like a fishermans wife) parents teach our kids to behave properly in the face of such behaviour by people they are supposed to look up to as role models?

Sigh

Shut up Honey. Go look at more pics of your blue haired monster and feel better before you blow a gasket.

By the way, saturday just gone saw the Waratahs play Brothers, which is the local catholic team (with “real” coaching etc). Considered the best club in the comp. Warratahs won. Again. Thats 7/8 games won, with only the first game lost (theyd never even trained before) Granted that track record includes trial and preseason games, but the boys dont care. Their on a winning streak and are damn proud of it. Even with Brothers being able to convert almost all their trys (we never have – but weve come close!). with 10 mins o go we led 20 – 16, and managed to pull 3 more tries to their 1 in the final half (they play 3 x 10minute halves – yes im calling them halves shut up).

Hmmm, maybe i should find the draw and the ladder????? (yes i know their only Under7s. Im proud dammit! shaddap!

GRIN

25.04.2007

April 25, 2007
FOR THE FALLEN

With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children
England mourns for her dead across the sea,
Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,
Fallen in the cause of the free.

Solemn the drums thrill: Death august and royal
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres,
There is music in the midst of desolation
And glory that shines upon our tears.

They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eyes, steady and aglow,
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted,
They fell with their faces to the foe.

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.

They mingle not with their laughing comrades again,
They sit no more at familiar tables of home,
They have no lot in our labour of the daytime,
They sleep beyond England’s foam.

But where our desires and hopes profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
As the stars are known to the night.

As the stars shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain,
As the stars that are stary in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain.

  Laurence Binyon

 

With special thoughts today going to Peter, Josh, Michael and Greg. Stay safe. Come home.