A Special Day for Angel – Revised

It is definitely a special day for Angel.

I met my cousins for the first time. They are both gorgeous, and down to earth. We have so much in common, it’s eerie!

They’re AMERICAN, and have never voted for Bush, don’t you just love ’em?

Anti war, anti OIL, anti Middle East meddling, anti Bush, and pro Obama. What more could a girl ask for? I’m in heaven.

I won’t say more at the moment, we have another 2 days of talking to go, so a whole lot more info to come.

Just one thing. They speak funny!!! Not really, they were both surprisingly easy to understand, unlike another US rellie.

We talked and ate, talked and ate. I think we were all worn out!

It was very different for me, having someone related, apart from Mum. It was special, I guess you could say. Overwhelming, more people to love and again leave.

To my beautiful cousins:

Shlamee oo khoobee. Gatee pesgeenee t’kharro deeman’e.



Angel the Ice Queen

There are many times in my life where I have been called the “Ice Queen.

The reason? Because I don’t show emotion. I never react at the time disaster strikes, it’s always behind closed doors, when everyone is tucked up, and fast asleep.

I guess the posts going back to The Bag in the Cupboard, parts 1, 2, and 3, are the one’s to hi light the reason behind the name.

I can tell a story as the ‘third’ party looking in, although in fact I am usually one of the main characters. Most of my posts are real life experiences and looking back, I know when the pattern commenced.

I know exactly how long it will take me to react to a disaster, pinpoint to the hour that I will allow myself to cry, and know when I will have the required repercussion to the event, a panic attack or two, maybe three.

I have the ability to be involved, yet remain apart at the same time. Until that particular time comes, when I fall apart. Hence the title, “Ice Queen”. Do I deserve the title? I struggle to keep everyone together in a crisis, when they are falling apart, I sacrifice a part of me to keep them together.

I have been asked to read a Eulogy. I don’t think I can do it, in fact I know I cannot. Not only that, I don’t want to do it. The reason? I will lose my title, and cry. People will make a fuss, I’ll get comments like “that’s a first”, or “look, she’s crying.”

I want to keep my title intact. The question is, at what cost?

I might add that “Ice”, the word, is much closer to my family than I would like it to be.


Blogocracy – Farewell

Blogocracy was the first blog I made a comment on. I read and watched for weeks before I had the nerve to write something.

I met some great people there, some of whom I keep in touch with. One of my “blue” friends, Grandfanali, took his own life. I cried my heart out when I heard. We had some great conversations, funny and sad.

John McP was great with facts and figures, you could always count on orang for backup on ME topics, Elise with a level head, Often Bark has 🙂 bad taste in music, (sorry) sometimes, although he, orang and Tim gave me lessons on great guitarists, it didn’t work. There is always a nasty pasty, I won’t mention names, who gave me grief. Two of them. There are so many names there, without faces, that are ‘friends’ of a kind. A part of my life for such a long time.

Of course, it all would have been impossible without Tim. Thankyou Tim, for giving me some great entertainment, serious discussions on topics close to my heart. I didn’t stop reading, I stopped commenting on everything that was serious. There was, and still is a reason, but will keep that to myself, for the time being.

Anyway, thanks to everyone. It was my pleasure to be a part of it.