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Don’t Worry

Published March 28, 2022 by helentastic67

Don’t Worry

We have made our way out of the 2nd Covid lockdown in Melbourne 2020 and people have been talking about all the vivid dreams they were having. ‘Only during Covid’ I ask.  I always have very vivid dreams; I greet my carers in the morning with “I had a crazy dream!”

They literally shrug their shoulders like “What’s new?” years ago, I had to start what has become a tradition. I said to a friend “I had a dream; you were in it” he then made a bit of a hopeful questioning noise and I responded, “Don’t worry we had clothes on” To his great disappointment.

Evil laugh.

So, ever since I’ve always stated that line on every comment when I’m telling someone they were in my dream the night before. You were in my dreams last night. Don’t worry, we had our clothes on and I’ve often received responses. “Why would you say that?” A little disturbed.

So, try it next time you have a dream and someone is in it. Tell them they featured and they had their clothes on. Then explain the context.

Is this how legends begin?

Women Are Stronger When We Stand Together

Published March 21, 2022 by helentastic67

Women are stronger when we stand together

A few weeks ago on 8th of March it was International Women’s Day, ladies of all ages, I hope you did something to celebrate. I participated in a zoom meeting with around eight other women advocates in the disability world. Other groups I part-take in the energy is very different. The women only meeting was very supportive. We all shared some experiences. I definitely plan to participate in some more women’s advocacy groups. My artist friend contributed to the events and celebrations that day with this street art in Melbourne’s well known Hosiery Lane.


Hosier Lane, Attraction, Melbourne, Victoria, Australia (visitvictoria.com)

Now, if you have dick and balls, you know who you are. We do not want to hear, but we don’t have an International Men’s Day. Because every fucking day is Men’s Day. If you stop and listen for just two minutes you might realise why it’s so important women get a safe space, just for a day.

Just try to remember when the last time a man was disrespected and undervalued for his age, gender, abilities, seemingly usefulness to society and women with disabilities are respected even less. And at times, sometimes in an effort to fly under the radar, some women will keep their heads down and not support other women just so they don’t lose favour they feel they have curried, rather than support another woman and this is also unacceptable.

If you don’t figure this already, I’m a really frustrated fucking hormonal grumpy woman who mentions in groups mostly of men the symptoms of menopause and expect them to pay attention. I am currently sliding into the Pause and not enjoying the symptoms. I don’t suffer embarrassment on this topic, but I know some other women will just drop out of sight until all the symptoms have passed.

A male friend recently told me I just needed a shag (Not the word he used) so, I thought this friend was better than this and now I realise my work here is not over either For Fucks Sake!

So, ladies lets be more supportive of each other and let’s be the change we want the world to be.


Cheers,
H

Ranty Rants

Published March 14, 2022 by helentastic67

Ranty Rants

You know these days where you are going to have a ranty rant and you will be perceived as being old and grumpy.

I’m saying to the ‘older generation’, I got this, I’ll take this one for the team. What the fuck is it with buying products these days? You get them home, undo the packaging and in between the bits and pieces and all the faff. No fucking instructions!

Would it fucking kill you people, it’s not rocket science? It’s not that fucking hard. OK, I’ve probably exceeded my acceptable level of F-bombs in this post, but seriously, FFS!

Oh, what’s that? You want to know what I bought?

A small traveller at home kit to do a little waxing. Just thought if ever Covid lockdown goes past the Spring, thought I might want to do my legs. Or to be fair, I can’t inflict this kind of pain on myself, but will happily train someone else to do it for me.

Had years of being tortured by my beautician who is way too efficient. Not enough time to inhale and let out a sound of pain or torture. Oh, but of course there’s a damn web address I must do research.

COVID-19, you are killing me.

Weirdos

Published March 7, 2022 by helentastic67

Weirdos

You know those weirdos who notice cool vintage cars and send photos to a friend to confirm your suspicions about what make it is? That weirdo’s me.

Saw this car on Thursday when I was out with a carer, she got this photo for me and I promptly sent it to a friend. He confirmed with one word.

So, yeah. It’s a Fiat.

I can often commentate living on a busy intersection of the cars or trucks by the sound of the engines. It good like this,” WRX, Cheap import, Vintage Muscle car! Woolies delivery truck!” I’m sure I need to live on a less busy corner, but here we are.

I also follow some blogs I refer to as purely porn. No sexual gratification. One blog is dogs, one is cars. There are mostly unattainable cars to envy with one’s eyes and several car brand/companies I don’t even hit with a ‘Like’. The ones Jeremy Clarkson is scripted in a beige cardigan to state said drivers are boring and wear beige cardigans. Enough said.