25.04.2007

Posted April 25, 2007 by huniii
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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.

 

On Football and Mummy Blogging

Posted April 22, 2007 by huniii
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Eels v Bulldogs. What a game. I thoroughly enjoyed it. El Magic is just awesome when he brings his boots, and today he was again a pleasure to watch.

Bugalugs played Captain yesterday in his game, and the team won their 6th consecutive game, 32-24. It was thoroughly awesome! He is one of the biggest kids, both stocky and tall. And yesterday morning I did as all bogan westie mothers do, and cut his hair….. into a Mohawk. And to top off the bogan-ness, I sprayed it bright blue, to match his uniform. His coach’s comment upon seeing him arrive at the game summed it up perfectly: “wow! DANGER! Look at Bugalugs, boys! Heres TROUBLE!” If the other team wasn’t scared enough of him last time, they sure were now! He looked awesome! Theres a pic with him in his training kit, as jerseys are handed to the manager after each game for washing. I tell you, it was definitely the week to do it, as there was a photographer taking shots all day, and I guarantee “that tough kid with the blue hair” will be in at least a couple! Famewhore that I am! (Its ok, my son’s a poser – soon as a cameras around he’s right up in it)

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Bugalugs is a little frightened on the field after an incident a couple of weeks ago when he was stomped on the face by an opposing player in a particularly rough game (a game also littered with parents yelling abuse from the sideline, and an endemic tactic of their players tackling our boys by grabbing the collar of their shirt and yanking backwards. Strangulation is NOT an approved method of tackling, people!). He was also punched in the nose by a teammate just prior to taking the field this weekend, and so was a little skittish, so the hair certainly helped his confidence. Which I was glad of, because as the biggest kid (as well as the youngest) on his team, he gets to go toe to toe with the biggest kid on the opposition, because the kids think its fair (and their probably right). However as a mum you’re a bit concerned when the biggest kid stands 6 inches or more over your son, and is tongan. You get more concerned when as the kids take the field, tongan-kid shoves your boy in the back for no reason. 10 points to Bugalugs for spinning round on him and yelling “fuck off” at the top of his lungs. 100% worth having the ref give you a stern warning, no?

Highlights of the game for Bugalugs included and awesome kick off by him, a perfectly placed kick for goal (apart from the 6 or so inches he lacked in height to get over the crossbar, but otherwise was spot on), an absolutely textbook tackle made on the tongan kid that nobody else would touch that saved a try, 4 brilliant assists, a control of the game that was astounding for a 6yr old ADHD kid that has never paid attention to ANYTHING for 30mins straight, let alone something requiring thought and forward planning (something that little kids, let alone ADHD sufferers have a lot of trouble with), and most proudly for me, he was everywhere on field, encouraging, guiding and praising his teammates at every turn. He was a brilliant captain, and a fantastic sportsman. Props. Big props.

Being the little powerhouse that he is, with such huge potential for his team, we have an NRL idol for him, and a theme song. Before you all start spouting shit, his mum is a Bulldogs fan, through and through. And half of what you hear in the media is hype, as in most “reports” the media does on most things nowadays. And Willie Mason is an awesome player. And wile I wont get into the off field allegations and my opinions on them (and the facts – you hear that media? Remember what they are? – on why 90% of them are false allegations) nobody can argue that he has a great game, and is a hard man to stop. Just like bugalugs. Bugalugs regularly has 3-5 players trying to bring him down, and he just keeps going. Its AWESOME. So he and I watched the game against the Eels this arvo, and studied his form intently. Bugalugs is fired up for next week when he will get more runs with the ball, and cant wait to try some of Mason’s moves himself.

Oh, and before you think all this is being taken far too seriously and grown-up like for an Under Sevens Team…… Bugalugs’ theme song I mentioned….? Well, ever see Finding Nemo? Remember when Dory was motivating Nemo’s dad Marlin, and sung “just keep swimming, just keep swimming” over and over again? Well Bugalugs is told to catch the ball and just keep running, just keep running…..

Dory was the little blue fish voiced by Ellen Degeneres. Bugalugs is known to his teammates as “FISH”. Because in their bright blue uniform, he is the little blue fish that just keeps swimming.

 Kinda like his mum really. His really, really proud mum.

and….

Posted April 18, 2007 by huniii
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ages since i posted. very busy. crazy much. tell you all about it later maybe. not good stuff so maybe best to just let it die its natural death.

all these questions about the offer i got for my weekend at the beach!

all i can say is, those porn stars have balls. 27 inches of cock is daunting. very daunting. (and mouth watering – someone get me a bucket for my drool, STAT)

Posted April 9, 2007 by huniii
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so it would seem that i 1) have found my USB cable, and 2) have a feature wall in my dining room now

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and one in my bedroom (you can tell im completely stuffed – theres no pillowy goodness and the beds not made……

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and i have a second pretty green feature wall in my living room, with bugalugs eating on the floor in the middle of the mess he has made. If you look closely enough you can see where he got the roller and painted my carpet.

Good thing I was planning on pulling that up anyway.

As for the other pics…….. well……. this will have to do you for now

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So can you tell what my girlfriend likes about me? Im thinking its not my baby blues……

I Have a Headache

Posted April 9, 2007 by huniii
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Im thinkn its coz of the paint fumes from painting my house. Either that or too much battery operated fun. meh.

Thankyou to all those who gave their help in the search for info on Doctor McShonky. It was all very helpful, and you will be pleased to know that Dickhead is not going ahead with his suggestions. On the subject of Dickhead and Doctors, he has no left Lebanon and scooted over into Jordan, and is seeing someone we both feel much better about. Its still some crazy shit, certainly not traditional western medicine, but hell, it sounds promising, isnt a scam for money, and theres even the opportunity for him to come back home and continue treatment here. Im pretty happy for him.

However Im NOT so happy about the woman who stopped me in Parramatta on saturday morning as I was getting out of Dickheads car (which Im driving while hes gone) and demanded to know who the fuck i was, and why the fuck I was driving her boyfriends car. Lets just say that despite my shock causing me to be so stupid as to not think to ask her name (plus the fact that about 5-60 people were staring at this shouty and agressive woman, my brain did manage to function long enough to answer her. And i may or may not have flashed the ring i wear on my wedding finger and told her i was his wife and she needed to back the fuck off. Actually, theres no may not, I did. If Im going to be cheated on, theres no way in hell im going to leave his bit of fluff feeling happy with him so he can go straight to her arms. That bitch is so pissed off she wont be  giving him anything other than an earfull for a while.

Add that to the discovery i made on thursday, and you had one very upset, angry, confused, betrayed little huns.

But anyhoo, my house is halfway painted, and as soon as i get the usb cable thing sorted, pics will be forthcoming.

Right now the biggest issue in my head is whether or not to accept the invitation i just received….

3 hot, fit, muscly guys who flat together ina gorgeous beachside appartment want me to spend the day/night with them. They are offering to take me to the beach for lunch served on their private beach i might add, then shopping in the afternoon to cheer me up, before taking me for dinner somewhere nice, a few drinks at their local hotspot, then home to be ravished by 3 nine inch monsters, with a bubblefilled spa, massage, and pampering aplenty all on the menu as well as strawberries, champagne chocolate, cream, and well, me! Then the promise of sleeping in as late as I want before being driven home again in the car I want for myself.

Tough choice, no?

(oh and arent you just sitting on the edge of your seat for THOSE pics lol)

Oh Jebus What Have I Done?

Posted April 5, 2007 by huniii
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Or so said my FIRST EVAH GROUPIE this afternoon.

Thats right y’all! You heard me! I gots me a groupie! She says shes not a weirdo so I cant really call her a stalker, and weve only had one chat, so she doesnt really qualify……LOL

What the fuck am I on about? Well, I have my comment whores (hiya!) and I have my email tag fans (mwah!) but never before has one added me to msn before! Well, not until today, natch!

Imagine my surprise when some chick adds me and Ive got no idea where from. Of course, I instantly assume Dickhead has been bored in Lebland and has been cruising for chicks for me to fuck (no doubt as a result of the last post – sorry for teh hawtness all!) Oh how retarded of me though! Hes not been trying to set me up with a shag! Its some sheila who ‘parrently has read lots of my shite here and wanted to say howdy and shower me with praise! (Alas no expensive gifts though, whats up with that? Future groupies please note: preference WILL be given according to price tag)

So we had a bit of a chat about all sorts a crap  until Dickhead logged in from the land-of-dodgy-phone-reception-and-electricity-that-is-not-always-available. Fancy that, a place where you go to turn things on (like your computer) and they just decide they dont feel like working right now and say “nup”. hmmmm. Computer says no, indeed?

Or perhaps the title could also refer to what is currently going through Dickheads head right now? In response to the right royal cock up – or to be more precise, cock upS – that i just caught him in.

Wow. This looks like being my very first ever inter-continental break-up! My retarded fucked-up-ed-ness knows no bounds! No longer is my fucktardary limited to just ONE lousy continent……. well, one at a time – Ive been fucked up on at least 3 continents so far, just never more than one at a time! Do I get a supertard cape yet tephs? Surely my own theme song at the very least?

Or perhaps the title could also be about what IM thinking. Maybe about all the money, time, effort and heartache I have poured into this man. Maybe the soul I gambled at the craps table (where else) and have so obviously lost. My die hit the table edge and fell apart! It wasnt even a shit number that was turned up – i fucked it up even worse than just that. Now nobody wins, not even the house.

And now im just being melodramatic and jeuvenille.

And fuck you if you dont like it. The last post was all hot n steamy. And Im a girl. You know theres a price to pay if we share a night of awesome sex! Consider this the next time I see  you at the club, and I bust your balls for not calling me the morning after.

Or dont. See if I care. Its my blog, and ill cry if I want to. Why not, Ive been doing it at home for the last hour. Isnt that what your supposed to do when your man breaks your heart?

So can someone please tell me what the correct ettiquette is for when hes a million miles away, stomps all over it, and then yells at you because he cant fix it from way over there, and its stressing him out? Because I think I must have jugged that day at finishing school. Oh noes! My bad!

Oh jebus, what have I done?

Thinking of Dickhead

Posted April 2, 2007 by huniii
Categories: Dickhead, Sex, Stuff I Know

So last night he and I were chatting online for a bit. Its quite bizzare the way things are at th moment. To me at least. Its comfy like nothings changed, but its also stunted like everythings different. I dont know how to explain it, and im not sure I want to, even to me. So we were chatting about how horny I was (right before my period – you know how it is) and he was asking me what I was thinking…..

Which got me to thinking…..

And then I couldnt stop……and I still cant…… what am i missing about him? What am i thinking about him? Well……

He always smells so good. I love when he visits, specially when he sits next to me on the lounge and the breeze from the window wafts his scent towards me. I love moving in closer and nuzzling into his neck and chest to breathe him in….

I love running my fingers along his jawline, down his neck, and gently caressing his collarbone, fingertips toying with the chain he wears around his neck, taking in his soft skin below his chest hair, enjoying the contrast between masculinity and sensitivity.

Snuggling in to his side, resting my head against his broad chest, sighing softly with his breathing, feeling his big strong arm snaking around my shoulders and back, feeling warm and protected, even somewhat submissive to his strength. His arms are gorgeous and one of the first things that attracted me to him, and they get my heart pounding and my mouth watering almost every time I see them, let alone feel them wrapped around me.

Snaking my arms around his middle, burrowing myself into his side, sensing his contentment an relaxedness, wallowing in the closeness, allowing my arm to rest across his nether regions, knowing he wont stay relaxed for long anymore….

Feeling his hand carress my head, running his fingers through my hair, massaging my scalp, my hand softly caresssing his chest, playing with the medallion at the end of his chain, dropping to run my fingertips lightly over theinside of his calf, fingernails gently tracing patterns, feeling his breathing deepen slightly, tracing my fingers slowly higher up the inside of his leg…….

Feeling his weight shift slightly below me, ever so slightly disturbing the air around us, sending another whiff of his cologne to my senses, a deep breath inwards, my fingers tracing the growing firmness contained within his jeans, mere inches from my face, picturing what awaits behind the curtain made by his zipper…..

Feeling his hand wandering from my hair to my shoulders and back, gently increasing his pressure, massaging my skin, sending shivers down my spine even though the touch of his hand is warm, spreading heat in its wake…..

Feeling his body start to writhe ever so slightly beneath my wandering fingers, tracing their patterns languidy across his chest, his thighs, and the hardness becoming more prominent between them…..

His breathing becoming deeper and slightly more rapid, as his hand moves up my back and his fingertips softly caressing the back of my neck, sending shivers of delight tearing down my spine, adding to the heat steadily growing between my thighs….

His hand running down my back and squeezing the cheeks of my arse, as i lower my mouth to his zipper and gently bite through the denim, feeling the hardness within and the heat of my breath, making my mouth water in anticipation….

Feeling his hands run over my body to my breasts, responding to the dull ache that has been steadily growing within, gently massaging them then not so gently, a display of his desire for what is now inevitable (as if there is ever a question of my compliance) as I loosen his belt, purposefully drawing out the process of undoing his button and sliding down his zipper….

A slightly akward moment as he helps me to remove his jeans and trunks, releasing his manhood from its now uncomfortable confines, quickly returning to our comfortable positions as I envelop him in my eager mouth…..

Revelling in the contrast of his soft smooth skin over his hardness, running my tongue over and around the head as I feel him settle and relax beneath me, his hands caressing my back and arse, the pressure of his movements changing in reponse to how much of him I have taken into my mouth, or released again to softly lick at his shaft…..

Snaking my hand down to gently cup and caress his balls as I pleasure my tongue with exploring every inch of his shaft, returning again and again to lick at the head, taking it into my mouth, rolling my tongue around it, gently sucking as I take the length of him in, and back out of my warm wet mouth, loving the way it feels, the thickness that fills my mouth, the length that is too much to take in in one go and needs to be worked up to, the taste of his skin, the sound of his breathing changing in response to my actions, the soft low moans and groans that occassionally slip unbidden and unrealised from his mouth, the soft gentle sound of his sighs as I enjoy myself with his cock…..

Gently untangling myself from his arms, slipping forward to rest on my knees between his legs, without removing his member from my lips, settling myself for the long haul, fully intending to satiate myself with him in my own time,  looking up at him, seeing the pleasure on his face mirroring the way I feel….

Taking my time, not missing a single part of him, alternating between lapping at the head of his cock, sucking the length of him, licking his shaft, gently sucking his balls, rolling them in my mouth, massaging them with my tongue, gently pulling the skin that covers them between my lips, lavishing the attention of my mouth, teeth, tongue and lips from his arse to his tip, feeling him come to the brink, backing off, changing tactics while he settles a little, then bringing him back time and again until I can no longer wwait to taste him, feel his warmth flood my mouth, feeling him twitch and pulse win my mouth, gently licking him until his firmness has reverted completely to softness once more, gently lapping at him with the tip of my tongue until his breathing has settled… savouring the taste of him in my mouth as he relaxes, spent, happy and satisfied……….

Kissing him gently, feeling his warm tongue exploring my mouth, connecting, eyes closed, senses alert, mind switched off, my hands gently caressing his stubble along his cheek and jaw, fingertips brushing his earlobes, hands running south, along his strong arms, wrapped around me, pulling my shirt down over shoulders, releasing my  breasts from the cups of my bra….

His fingers rolling and pulling at my nipples, palms caressing and massaging their fullness, lowering his head to take one in his mouth, licking and sucking, making my body respond as only he can….

His hands wandering over every inch of me, working my body into wanting him even more, working my mind at the same time, driving me crazy with desire, putting thoughts in my mind, creating mental images, drawing on memories of times past and fantasies of the future, until im naked not only in body but in mind too, thinking only of my need for him…..

His hands positioning me as he wishes, searching out my centre, fingers slipping and sliding, entering my warmth, learning of the wetness he has created within me, knowing the deepest parts of me….

Kissing me, held beneath him, now rubbing at my clit until I almost cannot bear the exquisitness he is forcing me to feel, whispering to me, refusing to let me back away, willing me to keep going, knowing it is he who is responsible for my lack of control, for the enormous physical and mental build up and explosive release, all held in his hands……

Feeling his firmness enter me, the feeling of connectedness, of being full, complete, of sharing one another, knowing each other body and soul as only lovers can, taking from each other the physical enjoyment we both want and need, whilst simultaneously giving the same in return, feeling him slide back, only to reurn to me once more, again and again and again, until my world shatters, my body and mind in a place that doesnt exist without him, my entire being both filled and fulfilled by him, until slowly, slowly, returning to reality, spent, breathless, relaxed, completely comfortable, completely myself, and yet part also of him, and he of me, having shared a part of ourselves with each other, receiving in return the part of the other that we ourselves gave up.

Satiated. My hunger for him fulfilled, and yet instantly beginning to grow once more. I can never get enough of him.