Memories: 28 January 2023

28 January 2024

My neighbour from Turquoise Street delivered my missing parcel which was erroneously delivered to his house. So mystery solved there.

I have deconstructed my snake bracelet and in so doing discovered the glue has loosened on the rock crystal eyes. So I will attempt removing the rock crystals and soldering the cage for the gems onto the “snake” properly. Then re-setting the stones (wish me luck on that one…I failed miserably last time I made this, hence gave up and glued them on).

I am thinking about re-making the clasp catch which is not sterling either as it got badly burned in one of my previous soldering attempts. If I am gonna re-make this piece I want her to be perfect.

I bought a dessert fork instead of a normal size fork so I need to decide if I am happy with a smaller forked tongue or if I wish to buy a larger fork to fix her to her original design and size. Decisions!

The handle of this dessert fork will make a lovely spoon ring.

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8 pm I had a busy day, attempting to remake a snake bracelet I made a long time ago. 7 hours later and so had to give up in frustration. I will try again tomorrow. Too exhausted and overwhelmed now.

I have been sleeping on my couch for the past two nights as it’s been so extremely hot. I didn’t feel well today, so my efforts are quite remarkable. My inner drive to have my bracelet back on one piece, I suppose. Intrepid and determined Mama T.

28 January 2023

I’ve been upsetting myself for about a week over my leaking rusted out shower stall I use for a birdbath. This afternoon I had a eureka moment. Proper pond liner costs $75 but I had this left over plastic I used for floor covering when I was pouring resin on my decoupage projects.

It works perfectly. It’s not uv stabilised plastic so it probably won’t last long outside but it will hopefully give me more time to source a newer square bath so I can keep my wild birds in the style they have become accustomed to.

I am so happy I had this moment of genius!

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I had a lovely visit from Robyn and Peter and her grandson Jayden. Jayden wanted to see my crystal and rock collection. He also delighted in looking at my shell collection.

I bought us a chocolate mud cake which although Jayden rarely eats sweets, he thoroughly enjoyed.

It was lovely to have a child in the house to play “grandma” and teach him about crystals. I gave him and his little sister a little glass bottle each with crystals in them. He was delighted.

Koko who had been very unwell all morning, perked up when she saw me and had lots of Koko cuddles.

So we all had a lovely merry time.

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Yesterday my cleaning lady that the government sends to me once a week, a devout Muslim woman but spiritually attuned like me, told me that while she was vacuuming Charley’s room (this room is also now my jewellery making studio) the vacuum suddenly turned itself off.

She looked at the vacuum but could see nothing leaning against the power button. So she checked the wall where the plug was. Some invisible being had turned the switch off at the wall.

She was astonished but flicked the switch back on and kept vacuuming. She joked “someone doesn’t like the noise of the vacuum cleaner in Charley’s room!” I laughed. I was outside with both Beauregard and Charley.

I said if it keeps happening...these little poltergeist pranks, I will have to exorcise the spirit but I don’t feel any heavy negativity so we will just ignore it for now.

I told her, as we are both menopausal women and it’s extremely hot, the energy is probably reacting to our energy.

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12:57 pm I didn’t go dancing last night. I was too exhausted from the constant humidity. All my bones ached.

I woke up at 9 am. I have been sitting outside under the myrtle tree with Charley and Beauregard. I gave myself a pedicure. Lovely morning.

Now it’s almost 1 pm and a storm is blowing through. Lots of rumbling in the sky. I look forward to the rain and some relief from the incessant churning heat.

I think it will miss us at Holland Park though. I hope not. We need the release!

I was sitting on the grass and I had this intense “telepathy” with Dave. I pushed it down. It’s not okay that he still pervades my energy field. I told myself it could be any one of my male friends, doctor or acquaintances that I might be picking up on.

Just as I push back at that energy a black 4 wheel drive slowly drove down Topaz street. For a moment I held my breath in surprise. But it wasn’t a Jeep so not his vehicle (not that he has even driven here but I used to see his vehicle at crossroads often last year!)

So I watched as this big black 4WD slowly drove down the street. Someone lost or cruising around the neighbourhood. No harm no foul.

But hmmm…I get these advance trickster type “warnings” days or weeks before he turns up at either drumming or the casino so I am a tad bemused that after all these years, I still have a powerful connection to his spirit.

Never fuck with The Tanya. She recognises your soul signature anywhere. But I will not be playing into fae trickster games. If he wants to communicate with me, he can do it in 3D reality in real world interfacing!

Lol!

28 January 2022

I just got back from grocery shopping at Coles Greenslopes. The oppression and fear was intense and grew more strident as I traversed the aisles. No toilet paper, no paper towels, little meat on the shelves, lots of empty shelving everywhere.

I had to remind myself that Woolworths is no better and this latest outrage is due to media and government hysteria. The public don’t know what they don’t know so they panic buy.

Anyway I am walking around the vegetable section. Quietly freaking out at the exorbitant prices. I wanted to buy mushrooms but they looked already black so were not fresh.

I think to myself ‘perhaps I should buy celery’ but I go past it and look at some other produce. Beside me, a large celery stalk flies off the display and lands on the floor.

An Asian lady opposite me and I both stared in momentary shock, (neither of us had touched the display or were near it!) we both looked at each other and laughed.

I say out loud “okay okay we get it!” To be fair it might not have been a poltergeist and the celery might have just been placed in such a way that it could easily fall off but I think it jumped off the display table so I am going with poltergeist and I am certain that was in answer to my thought that I should buy the celery followed by the thought that I am worried about getting enough food to eat in the coming weeks.

I left the store and drove to Cocos where I bought a celery there, some pumpkin and zucchini. Cocos felt slightly less oppressive and even had some stocks of toilet paper. I bought a small packet to keep me going.

Life is weird in Brisbane, but the spirits have my back.

I also stopped in at the skin cancer clinic at Greenslopes. They want over $60 upfront just to do a skin check. Medicare rebates most except $25. I can’t afford to get my skin checked and I don’t have much trust in doctors right now. So I walked out without making an appointment.

I have fresh cancerous lesions across my back and shoulders. I guess I will die from this. I have started to panic about that too. But instead I will cut some aloe Vera and try to heal my skin cancers naturally.

The stress from living under this Covid Epoch with health professionals fuelled by greed and hatred for other humans is causing my cancers to spread like wildfire.

I remind myself: this is all temporary and I must continue as I have done for the past two years. Not buy into the government state-run sponsored EVIL BULLSHIT! They have taken quite enough from me.

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3:29 am no sleep tonight. Absurd!

28 January 2021

Yet another lawn mowing person has let me down. Meanwhile the grass keeps growing. I am off to Capalaba to get the paperwork to apply for a No Interest loans scheme loan to buy my own lawnmower. I am Done being abused by male lawnmowing contractors. Just Done!!!

28 January 2020

Prednisone is making me crazy. Mind racing. Obsessing over food like a woman in an apocalypse. Calypso blues. Yada yada yada. Funny as hell in a way.

I have had a rest and lying in bed have obsessed over driving to Red Rooster. Why Red Rooster? Whyy? Finally my inner mother kicked in and said “get up and make toast with avocado! It’s healthier!” So here I am making toast still sulking and pining for chips, chocolate and Tropicana packs. It’s insane! Really!

Now defrosting chicken niblets for dinner so I don’t run wild and give in to my fast food emergency craving. Baby inner child Tanya gets very opulent and demanding when she’s sick or feels life threatened.

Update 28 Jan 2021: Haha. Glad that my asthma is better managed now. Seretide every morning. I still get short of breath and cough but not as badddd as I was!

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Wow, so many cool memories tonight. Seriously...need to sleep now. Busy morning with contractor. Which means I won’t sleep at all. But must try at least. Laila tov! Kulam!

28 January 2019

Happy and grateful for my loyal loving friends xxx

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Blessèd beautiful rain! Woot!

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I may have finally shifted the heavy stone that was placed on my heart on Xmas eve. I feel, not quite lighter, but like I have gone through some kind of initiation.

My heart is less crushed and I have found renewed strength in my core somehow. I find this quite miraculous. Grief no longer stays for very long, although its profound effects do slay me for a few weeks but I am always rising up.

Last night I had a fit of temper at the casino after a bunch of drunk jobbos managed carelessly to throw a glass of vodka all over my dress. They were tossing one of their friend’s iPhone to each other so one man failed to catch it and threw his glass of drink in my direction. (I had already told them to settle down!) Security did nothing as usual.

It was a quiet night. Not many on the dance floor but my dress (which fortunately was black) was wet and I was livid! So I stood up and approached the alpha male dickhead (not the guy who tossed the drink who I had observed look shocked already) but the one that had them tossing the phone in the first place.

I said “Now you can dry me off!” I wiped my alcohol soaked arms on his shirt, and pressed my chest into his shirt as well and dried the booze on him! He looked shocked and embarrassed.

Good. I sat back down like nothing had happened and quietly seethed for another hour or two. The lads toned down their school boy larrikinism. It was one of their group’s birthday.

I went off later to a couple of my songs and realised that I was in my zone! I felt beautiful, powerful and most of all validated. No harm, no foul and the immature dickhead lads kept away from me, which was also good.

The band wished the guy a happy birthday and they seemed to all be friends so I just rolled with it. The guy in the band thanked me at the end of the night for supporting them which I thought was actually lovely. So after my brief intense warrior goddess flare up I ended up having a good night after all.

Even though I went through periods of rage, then actual boredom and exhaustion I rose magnificently to mosh out some of my emotions to a few songs that I like.

Wildness! Freedom! Authenticity! Have their own unique blessings. I am a Force to be reckoned with. And I love it!

Now feeling rather exhausted and with very sore feet and muscles (I skipped my usual Epsom salt bath as I was too tired this morning).

From the sublime to the ridiculous. From rabid fierce Warrior Dancing Queen to hobbling fragile little old Hobbit woman still dreaming of true love, safety and much needed peace.

Dichotomous diurnal variations and flux and flow of the effluvial psychedelic dreaming. Always and forever, Becoming more and more myself. Setting myself free of traitors and false friends has gifted me with renewed vigour, hope and a deeper love.

Something miraculous occurs when you no longer accept others’ bullshit or abuse. One simply begins to fly. In the face of society, one’s own reason, and fears.

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I have observed something else quite strange since I reclaimed my power that night Dave and Sarah hoped to hurt me and humiliate me outside the kebab shop on 5th January.

Regulars from Irish Murphies that usually dance near me at the casino with contemptuous stares and body language have suddenly in recent weeks started dancing in front of me, being friendly, seeking my approval. Odd. I know they all know Sarah. So I have zero trust or respect for any of them but I remained polite and dignified. Even warm.

I guess they heard how I told her she stinks and needs to get her untreated chlamydia seen to. So they think they are aligning with another abuser. But I am not out to abuse anyone.

I was just angry and disgusted that Sarah and Dave could be so cruel as to demonstrate their contempt for me after all the kindness and love I poured into both of them in their own day.

Ugly dirty filthy people.

So I expected full blown attacks from either or both of them and instead I have had their group of cohorts fawn and fete me. Which shows how the proletariat are easily impressed by a powerful (or perceived to be) person. Even a bully. They probably realised that for me to sink to their level proves that I am human after all and of course, truthful and authentic even in my fury.

So there has been a re-alignment. A shift. In my own mind and in my own encounters with people.

Another man at the casino has suddenly been courting my friendship. Interesting. I have held him at bay for 2 or 3 years now. But suddenly I am being sought out and fussed over.

Maybe it was just because they saw my kindness to Peter when he broke down in front of me. Maybe the regulars are starting to see I am both fair and kind but when pushed to the extreme I will fight for myself.

Standing up and being counted has unexpected privileges. Like, uh, respect.

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Jenny has come over to keep me company. I am glad to have someone to keep an eye on me and have a chat. Thanks Jenny xxx

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2:46 pm I have had a good sleep on the couch with my dog beside me. Leg still painful but sleep is precious, especially for the psychedelic Dreamer!

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8:15 am. I managed 5 hours of painful, fitful sleep. From 2 am but slept in blocks of one hour (which was intense) but had to get up to pee hourly. I slept from 6 until 8 am without interruption. 2 hours of deep REM sleep.

That has helped a bit. The leg pain is still severe. But I am grateful to my beautiful friends for bringing meals and for keeping me company! You are awesome! Feeling much loved and cared for. Xxx

28 January 2017

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I woke up at 9.30 am. Another hot steamy day. Ugh! I have let the chooks out, topped up a pond, fed the fish and cleaned up after one of the cats who shat and peed on the washing on the bathroom floor. Not a nice wake up call. Whole house stunk of cat pee.

So I raced out to rinse off the linen basket, throw towels and clothes to soak in laundry tub. I will have to go out later to buy more vinegar. The stink is hard to get out of clothes even if I wash them.

It had to be Sophie as Mushu was outside when I opened the door this morning. Little fiend. So they all take turns at trashing my house. If this keeps up I will have to make them all Sleep outside at night.

Sally Castle: Sorry, on behalf of my evil cat.

Me: Came home to more cat shit. This time on my woollen rug in my bedroom. Big fresh steaming turd. Annoying.

Pussies are majorly acting out.

Sally Castle: Maybe they are worried Drumpf will grab them.

Me: Not in my house! We would castrate the putrid orange bastard.

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I picked a bad time to go off my anti-depressants and anti-anxiety drugs. Almost 8 months ago. I have done well to keep my head about me as the Western world has crumbled into despotism before my very eyes.

It would be so easy to go back to taking the Blues pills. The yellow pill (Valium) I reserve for dire emergencies only. There are not enough drugs in the known universe that can make this reality OK.

In the past 8 months, Donald Trump became President, anti-semitism is rampant, (I witnessed that brewing in recent years on the streets of the CBD) women are victimised (experienced that too firsthand) and even the homeless are vilified (as if their broken lives were not hard enough).

Bullies and tyrants, racists, bigots and rapists, child fuckers and their henchman get light sentences or are not even prosecuted. The world is bathed in the blood of innocents but their sacrifice will not ever clean the great tide of filth that walks among us.

People sleepwalk or close their eyes to the truth: for they cannot bear to step up to the plate and take responsibility for our collusions under coercions. I was so traumatised for decades that I too walked the mental patient shuffle and slept. But even in my psychedelic dream I fought for justice, safety and peace for us all.

Even as I lay dying, metamorphosing, transmuting. I hoped to wake up in a better, safer, more equitable world. But the world of cowardice and apathy, of hate and rape and theft, voted and inaugurated Trump. His counterparts around the world salivate with glee. They seek only money and death.

What good will come of this? Purging the world of the poor and downtrodden so the planet is peopled by only a few surviving billionaires with bad attitudes and bad hair?

I know of other maniacs that tried that. Hitler/Stalin/Mussolini/Franco/Pol Pot/Idi Amin bathing the world in the blood of decent innocent but vulnerable people. Made vulnerable because they could not/would not believe these monsters were intent to decimate them.

When the bombs fell and the concentration camps opened and we the people were tortured/starved/beaten/raped/mutilated and thrown into pits or went up in smokestacks while the average joe in Poland refused to admit the acrid stench of smoke in their nostrils was Jewish hair and Jewish flesh jellied in the Nazi fires. "Everybody look busy...Death is not only coming but licking our eyeballs".

When entire nations go rabid with the greed and frenzied bloodlust, who will declare a safe haven (that was once so admirably a beacon of the USA)? Who will step up and be decent in the face of this New but Ancient repeat performance of pure unadulterated evil.

Australia? Anyone? No time to look busy! We need to act now. And quickly.

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This comment was attached to a post but it did not get shared so I have copied and pasted because Continuity is Everything Babies and I am a stubborn motherfucker....see below!…

The only things that are stymying my full potential is poverty and complex ptsd. Otherwise I would be doing so much more with my life.

And a huge Thank You to those precious rare Souls who literally financed me to stay alive, keep my head above water, and gave me their precious time and constant staunch Love!

You know who you are! My true “family” and greatest heroes!

You loved me when I was a drooling shuffling Zombie mental patient, surrounded by so much pernicious evil.

You loved me when, in my current rebirthing, I became a warrior goddess wild wise woman, still desperately seeking a love partner and agonisingly still finding my feet and courage and faith and trust in myself and humanity on a certain “spot” on a certain dance floor.

The threshing floor of my life, the gravel rash of my brave but broken heart, still holding on for Love, Hope and my own Becoming....after all these decades.

You loved me as I learned to trust my heart and my intuition. As I cried and despaired over false feckless vicious cruel and empty people: Psychic vampires who drained and sucked and stomped every morsel of joy, life force and goodness out of me and who would still leech more from me but whom ultimately can never be satiated or filled. Such is their own foul mendacious Void.

So my true friends, my nurturers and protectors who had to hold my head above water and even breathe new life into me and keep me precious and are my living memory of how far, how very far and how very fraught and dangerous my journey through life has been.

Those who stood the test of time and withstood all the vicious treachery, get to now bear witness to my new life experiences. Finally at home in my own skin. Finally seeing with clarity, all the two bit players and their delusional infusions of perverse cruel treachery.

Finally forgiving myself for loving too much and finally keeping my love reserved for those who truly cherish and value me, while cutting bonds to those who only sought to destroy me.

Getting free and happy again. Blossoming. Living, in spite of my many limitations. Allowing the healing of heart/mind/soul and rejoicing in the condensed purified remnants of what was left after so much whetting and whelping in the life of The Tanya. Older, perhaps weirder, but still fucking lovely!

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One year later. Exactly the same pattern has repeated. Astounding. But yes, round and round we go on the monkey organ grinder’s circle of life.

The nearer to my destination the more I am slip sliding away. Formi-fucking-dable!

Don’t mind me..prednisone inspired hypomania is deliriously delightful. Yasss Désirée!

The men came out to play then ran away as they can’t measure up to my “Bizarre Genius” which I realised is probably just a euphemism for “Idiot Savant” and oh how I have wasted my love and life on lacklustre vicious little idiots. So that means I am one too, as after all “like cures like”.

Humbling stumbling confounding revelations in the night. (But authentic...babies).

Laila Tov. I have set my alarm for 8 am so I can wash my hair and look semi-human when the workmen arrive. I moved some of the furniture but may have to move everything out (eeek!).

28 January 2015

Thank you, G-d for all the beautiful kind and supportive people in my life. I am so grateful and humbled to have received your sincere love and care.

It makes my detractors look very myopic, petty and silly indeed.

I am exhausted by my life which is one bad case of humiliating persecution after another.

It really does make my mind boggle. All I have ever done is get up, show up, dress up, dance and strive to be happy in spite of my innumerable adversities, and then go back home to rest until my next opportunity to enjoy myself and with those around me, the musicians, and fellow dancers who all play the tunes of Life and who are all attuned to the greatest music of all... in love, truth and natural justice, playfulness, and humour.

No matter what Life throws at me, I know for a FACT that there are Good people in my world. People who know me and know I have never done wrong by anyone.

I trust there are several people out there who will fight for me, each and every time I am thrown to the hyenas. People of integrity and honour, of light and love.

G-d bless you for loving me at my very best of times and even in my darkest times.

I love you!

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So pissed off. Just noticed I have left half my groceries at Woolworths. 12 tins of cat food and 2 bags of cat biscuits. How did I forget such a hefty lot of food and how the hell did the console operator not notice? It's insane. I will have to ring them tomorrow.

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I had a nap from. 6 til 9.30 pm. Whoops. Mentally exhausted but feel happier now. The night is ahead of me. I will keep busy and keep Hopeful! :-)

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I wish to request if anyone is willing to write a character reference for me, about my conduct at Irish Murphys, during the past 3 years that I frequented there?

I believe I have been unfairly vilified and I am writing a formal complaint.

It would be lovely if people would corroborate my claims that I was a good, loyal customer who danced every weekend.

Please private message me if you can be of assistance.

Thank You! :-)

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I have been praying and manifesting for a happy peaceful Loving life. I have had some lovely experiences in the past 3 weeks but all that has been rocked and distorted, contorted by some more serial ugliness on the part of people I thought were 'friends'.

Now you know why I love many but trust no-one. My life has taught me to expect rejection, betrayal and the lacerating of my reputation, mind and soul based on someone's envy or paranoia.

I came to this world alone, naked and screaming, starving for love, acceptance, nurturing, even food (why I love to eat well, to this very day!). I will leave this world, naked, hopefully not with a shriek but a silent whimper and perhaps hungry yet again!

Hungry for Love, Justice, human Decency, and for people I love to stand by me and with me as a very few close friends have always done.

I don't care that I was robbed of my comfortable lifestyle, cheated out of 4 homes, and slandered, betrayed by family and their associates and driven out of various congregations, jobs, my own business, social venues, even a university and a TAFE once.

I don't care whether people Love me or Hate me, with their deluded ideas of me. I don't care that several people seduced me in their psychopathic game, garnered information about me then turned on me like the filthy lying trash they are. Bought me drinks then raped my soul. You know who you are!

I do care and will fight you to my own Death if necessary, that you endeavoured to prevent me from living in freedom, peace, happiness and tried to stop me Dancing and enjoying what is left of my life.

You who have stolen from me, my right to Joy and my right to a contented 50's or 60's or '70's. You have no concept of whom you have attempted to destroy. You Shadow Puppet, vestiges of Evil, played out in my dreams and in my life.

I have done no Harm. So I Curse you to the tenth generation, you spawn of weakness and hatred and foul deception.

May the G-d of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob, Sarah, Rebecca and Leah. Primordial Consciousnesss, the Leveller of Life and Death, of Time and Space and the wheel of Destiny, hear my prayers.

Measure for measure until I am avenged, in this life or the Next.

I am done with being scapegoated, betrayed, lied to, lied about, cast out, driven, and accursed. Enough Already!

The wheels of Justice keep rolling, now you have risen on the dust of my soul, but your days of Glory are finite. You evil, evil, callow cowardly Hag.

As you have sown, so shall you reap in the garden of your own filth and your own rot.

Amen v' Selah.

28 January 2013

American Horror Story - awesome show! Also watched Metropia. Now watching ParaNorman :-)

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Loving the full Wolf Moon and Wildness. Stayed home tonight as there has been so much wildness already and the wind was a little bit too fierce. Watching DVDs all snuggly and warm with Miss Bella Rosa.

28 January 2012

So I was walking back from the shops with fish and chips under my arm, spring rolls and salad and handbag in left hand, umbrella handle tucked under my arm and Miss Bella Rosa tugging on her leash, smiling at my ability to multi-task in the wet weather when a text came through!

It was Crystal and she'd sent me a lovely song she sang to me accompanied by her Ukelele playing and song said "I love You". That made my afternoon!

Oh! Jarrod tells me the name of the song is "sea of love". It's one of my favorites but I can never remember its name lol. Crystal sent me two other songs last night. A Eurythmics one and another I can't remember! Her Ukelele playing is very proficient! I am so proud of my talented Daughter! She is Amazing!

Funny thing is my Dad used to play Uke for me when I was a little kid in the '70's so it's always a bit bitter-sweet for me. Dad used to play Tiny Tim's Tiptoe through the Tulips which was quite funny as Dad did the Falsetto voice and everything but ironically it was also prescient of him cos when Mum left him, she met Uncle Cees on our ship returning from Europe and took up with him.

He was a Dutchman, living in Melbourne and when she used to get mad at him or wanted to put him down she'd call him "The Tulip". Lmao!

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I can't wait to get my hair done on Monday, cos my 3 inch black roots are seriously bumming out my MOJO! Also the wet rain, made my black roots go all claggy and stringy and I spent the entire evening feeling like a dirty rung out mop...no wonder I didn't score Beavis and the boys paid out on me...but this little Mama will have her Revenge....New hair do...ramp up the ATTITUDE and keep on Riding, Fuckers! LMAO

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oh G-d...why do I even bother? Oh well....there's always next time!

Sally Castle: What happened Tanya??

Me: Oh just games people play lol. I'm just a tad over it. Had a setback with Will Dispute as well, so that is distressing watching what is left of Mum's estate being swallowed up on legal fees while Scherer deliberately sabotages. I'm just sick to Death of struggling for every little thing in my life and getting nowhere fast! But, I'm locked in to this fight so can't quit and can't move forwards so feeling very angry and frustrated.

Plus my love life is also not happening through no lack of effort on my part lol. They say Love energy is the same as Prosperity energy so I'm blocked at every turn! Enough to make a grown woman cry lol. But I'll climb out of the Pit of Shit...I always do, til I find another one to slide into.

Trish: Hey darl..

How your arvo go'ing. Am ok and thank's 4 the chat. Just really depress hurt and sad will take time but it will pass am ok. So what's happen'ing with you mum's estate now ??? Shame we won't be play'ing pool hav'ing a drink at club house with you that 4 sure...

Me: oh the evil bitch phoned the Public Trustee and screamed for an hour and convinced them somehow to not represent me as Interim Administrators and threatened me with the Police for having Mum's chattels which the Public Trustee gave me back in 2008 when Mum was still alive ON TRUST and which I am fighting to hold on to those memories at least as the estate is dwindling in legal costs thanks to that arsehole Sonja Scherer so will probably get no money in the end after fighting for my rights for 2 years....so yeahh....grrrrrrr.

But You and I will see each other again...trust that...if /when you come to Brissie, you can stay with me overnight and we can paint the town red, and have fun...just give yourself time to heal so you can get back in that headspace again. (as a doctor friend once taught me in Latin...Nil Carborendum Bastardo Never Let the Bastards Grind you down...and I can add to that...No matter who they are LOL)

I'm a fighter and used to fighting my way through life, but was hoping to get real money, closure, peace for my old age, and maybe a sexy lovely man as a bonus...but you know....neither of those things are happening right now...but it ain't over til the FAT LADY SINGS....and I'm vowed and determined to get exactly what I want, need and deserve before I leave this Mortal Coil...had enough bullshit for several incarnations and when I finally pop my clogs...I am so not coming back...want to be a nice little shining spark in a star somewhere....LOL

WE SHALL OVERCOME! ONE DAY AT A TIME SWEET MOSES. KEEP SMILING, COS IT WILL HAPPEN...JUST A MATTER OF TIME! XXX

Trish: That's not good darl. But i am sure it will all work out in the end xox

28 January 2010

Visited the Omi, who was sleeping in an unnatural position but I didn't want to wake her. So I went to Aldi instead!

28 January 2009

has rescued my car from the Pet City carpark with the help of Courtenay and Jarrod...what an adventure!

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