their talking about, that they can blab her business all over the fucking
family (or countryside) without telling her that their flapping her business.
knew mum was back in hospital. Now, every time mum’s gone in she’s said ‘don’t
tell anyone except sister #2 and I’ll tell the others when I’m out’. So the only
person I told was sister #2 because she was coming here. On Wednesday I found out sister #2 had blabbed her
big fat trap to sister #1 because mum said sister #1 had called her on Tuesday
night in hospital.
does she think she is, it’s not her business to tell and since I hadn’t told
her it could have only been sister #2.
purely for the fact I don’t want them knowing my business. But I know that what
gets posted on Facebook will get back to a few and they will probably tell the
rest which is why I personally don’t discuss my business with them. Sadly, in
this family, shit happens and shit goes round, jealousy ensues and even more
shit gets chucked at the fan. Who can be bothered dealing with that? I’ve dealt
with it for the last 41 years of my life.
know and when she wants to tell them, but when you have blabbermouths in the
family shit gets around.
in hospital, and said that everyone in the family should learn to shut their
fucking mouths and stop spreading everyone else’s business around the fucking
time again that she does. She has now.
she keeps ending up in hospital? What she has isn’t something to spread around because it’s embarrassing for her, so show some fucking consideration and respect for your
fucking mother and her private health issues and mind your own fucking
strain of looking after mum is getting too much on top of trying to run the
household and bills, plus running the business.
everything is always aching. It’s too fucking much anymore.
the legals done and get help in, and thankfully, mum’s finally starting to realise
shit needs to be done. And maybe that she needs to go into an aged care
facility. Thank god there’s one just down the road from me, and while it’s not
on the Gold Coast, it will take one big stress off my life and hopefully my
life will start to change.
fuck away from me. I told mum if it weren’t for the fact I was with her, I
would have absolutely nothing to do with any of them. When you think of bad
families, mine’s up there.
Oh what a week we had in reality tv land.
While I don’t watch full episodes, my mother can’t get enough of this crap. She switches back and forth between My Kitchen Rules, I’m a Celebrity, Australia’s Got talent and then some.
During the week, has-been Gen X-er Jo Beth Taylor got into a fight over a mirror with has-been Gen Y-er Bachelor contestant Laurina Fleure. Now Jo Beth was around a lot in the late 80s and 90s. She was a backing singer for my fave 80s band Indecent Obsession, who toured with Debbie Gibson, and then she ended up living with and working with Debbie who wrote most of the songs on Jo Beth’s first, and possibly only, cd.
JBT then went on to be a co-host of Hey Hey It’s Saturday and hosted Funniest Home Videos for a few years. She married a rich tennis champ, had a kid, divorced the guy for a reported 10 million and has not been seen since.
While she’s not the only has been dragged up from the depths of the river denial, she is competing against younger singers and celebrities from several reality shows. We have Laurina, plus two Australian idol alums, Anthony and Dean.
Then we have rugby, football and cricket players, plus old farts Bonnie Lithgoe and Val Lehman who played Bea Smith on Prisoner.
But to get into a stoush on tv about a fricken’ mirror is ridiculous. Laurina was using the “camp” mirror and had bought it into camp from it’s normal spot. JBT wanted to put her contacts in. So instead of asking who had it and if she could use it, she went on a tirade and whined to camp leader Shane Warne, who then attacked Laurina.
Laurina got attacked and JBT looked like a twat. She went off and complained to everyone about Laurina, and then told the camera in her little den of privacy that Laurina was a cow and no one like her.
Well JBT, not many people are liking you now, and besides, unless you asked everyone what they actually thought of Laurina, you actually have no idea what everyone thinks of her. Maybe others, besides Bonnie who’s siding with you, don’t think she’s a cow.
JBT, I have no idea what you’ve done for the last 20 years but I do know you’re older than me and I’m 41, but you need to grow the fuck up and stop acting like you’re in high school. If you wanted the mirror you should have had the balls to ask who had it and asked to use it, not run off and bitch and whinge to all the boys to get them on your side. How fucking pathetic!
At least Laurina had the balls to apologise but did JBT accept her apology, sure. Did JBT apologise for her bad behaviour, of course fucking not!
I used to like JBT back in the day. I had her cd, was a huge fan of Debbie’s and IOs and still am, but this has turned me off her. She’s acting like a bimbo, and could full well be one in real life, who needs to grow up.
God help her if that was me she was calling a cow in the jungle. I’d bitch slap her back to the 80s!
Below is her first single from back in 1991
week I was incredibly angry about it (typical Taurus). This week, still slightly pissed, but not
currently 41, so that makes them 51-56. Now you’d think that being in their 50s
with their own homes, partners, kids, jobs etc, and being Boomers, that they’d
act like adults.
each other, for our mother, for me.
the 60s, 70s and some 80s until they’d all moved out of home (even with all the
shit they dealt us then). They were close, not only in age, but emotions, and
have always had some sort of weird bond.
siblings to play games and do stuff with me as I didn’t understand they didn’t want
to (definitely didn’t understand why some of them hated my guts) and had lives
of their own. But now at 41 I finally understand it and am so glad I’m not a
part of it. For it is a very sick psychotic obsession they have with one
another and the insidious need to get involved in each other’s business is just
and discuss about me, without me even
knowing or being spoken to, has ramifications. For me!
publish under. It came first, before my jewellery business; it came before my
non-fiction books under my own name and before my current young adult and
children’s author name. I started publishing this blog on January 1, 2009. At first
it was meant to be mysterious and fun, a place for me to launch from when I became
published. Over the years I considered revealing myself but didn’t until last
year for the 21 day birthday extravaganza with the blog posts “40 Things About Me” which you can start reading from here.
five siblings (I haven’t seen two of them in 25+ years and have only had recent
contact with my only brother after 15 years when he threw a tantrum and walked
away from the family. I rarely see my other two sisters.) “hey, did you know I write
books.” “Did you know I wrote a jewellery book, or that I’m now writing kids’ books?”
info EVER escaped from between my lips to anyone in my family except my mother
and she doesn’t know much anyway. In fact, not only have I mentioned very little
to her, she has not read any.
possibly three, of them flapped their fat bloody traps about my business. And the
only way that would have happened would have been because of one sister (the
second eldest, I’ll call her #2), seeing my jewellery and style books on my
other Facebook page, and because she thinks she has the right to tell the rest
of the family about our business, (and I only found out that #1 and #2 know I write
books last week from mum yet I’ve never mentioned it to either of them, and they have definitely never mentioned it to me), would
have told three of them by now. The other way, would have been after my third eldest
sister, #3, wreaked havoc on my social media spreading personal information
about me that very few people would have known.
business with a niece none of us have even seen (I certainly haven’t because she’s
the daughter of #3). She came in contact with her two years ago, and sadly, we
know that info got back to #3 and hell happened to me because of it and the
evidence is closing in that it was her. Thanks so much, bitches!
lives in about our mother’s medical issues but she cracked a shit last year
when our mother had fallen over and #2 and I had to deal with it. Mum was okay,
we called an ambo, they checked her, she was fine. Three days later she was
suffering dizziness and I called an ambo as I’m her carer and live with her. We
got a call from #2 who then promptly called #1, who then promptly called me and
cracked a shit at me. I hung up on her. She then continually called the
hospital later that day to talk to mum who was so sick and was being checked
over that they had to keep hanging up on her.
something mum had said about my brother’s partner. They’ve been together about
20 years, never married, had one kid and we haven’t seen them in 15 years when
he threw his tanty and walked out. She said to mum that she as going to get me
to sell some of her bead books on eBay. And in another conversation, she told
mum she was getting excited about taking some of my jewellery down to her
place to sell at markets.
sister in law actually spoken to me about any of it. She knows I run a
business, she knows I make and sell jewellery because guess who told her, #2 of
course, as I didn’t have my business 15 years ago when we last saw them. Yet she
must clearly think I sit on my arse and do nothing all day like her if I’m
supposed to have the time to upload her shit to eBay and worry about selling
them. Fuck that shit!
for them, BUT NOT ONCE did they ever talk to me about these things. Such blatant
to call my brother after 15 years, that they would not have changed and they’d
be exactly the same. She likes to think people change (and thinks more of her
five older children than me), but as I reminded her, people only change if they
want to, and my family don’t want to. Well, I was right about everything because
I know my family. And I still don’t want them here. Not that we’ve seen them
since before Easter, mind you, they just took the money (which they still owe) and
other is disgusting. They get involved in each other’s business, threaten to
beat each other up, slag each other off and generally treat each other badly,
and then there’s my sis in law on top of it all who thinks she’s one of us
girls. She ain’t.
my family are not people I want to be around, or a part of.
suggested we keep our business to ourselves and not talk about it. I’ve stuck
to that, but she has blabbed a bit too so she’s not much better than them. I don’t
discuss my siblings business with them, or others, I only discuss it with mum. And
the irony, or hypocrisy, is that they don’t tell us everything either.
and many months later, because #1 didn’t bother ringing.
who ruins everything she touches and has been in so much trouble with the cops
it’s a wonder my idiot siblings believe a word out her mouth after all this
time. Then there’s my brother, #4, then another sister, #5, who is just as bad
as #3. Both #3 and #5 have told their children their grandmother/family is dead.
Why would you even do that? And yet #2 somehow found #5 last year and became
BFFs on Facebook and are seeing each other after 23 years of not seeing each other. And the irony in that
is that #5 always said she hated #2 and never wanted to see her. #2 claims #5
has never lied to her but we know different.
appalling and I am so disgusted by the way I get treated, (like a child still,
unable to answer questions on my own, or have conversations with them, or that mum will
make me do things they want). I’m
also disgusted by the way they treat each other and can’t mind their own
fucking business and shut their fucking mouths about my business.
sometimes even #1 after what she did to me in 1994. I can tolerate #2 at times
but even she can still be a bitch at 55.
week due to my brain going over and over it. I’m not sure why my brain was on a
tangent but I figured it needed to sort some shit out and calm down in its own
time. But, knowing my brain, the next time this topic comes up, or someone
brings up something about me doing shit for them, I’m going to fucking crack
it. I don’t have the time or energy for this shit. I’ve got a fucking business to run.
God’s name I’m supposed to be doing. It seems that the things I want most I’m
not getting, and what I want to do most I’m unable to do.
write in a gratitude journal, think positively, but then that kinda goes
against the law of karma.
is. But in reality it has nothing to do with those instant retributions. The
law of karma states that the soul chooses the life it’s going to have before it
even gets here. It chooses its parents, its family, sex, religion, race,
whether it has disabilities, when it will die and what kind of life it will have.
comprehend and I get that. I myself am struggling to figure it out and would
really love to know why my soul chose the life I’m living. It’s mainly to do
with learning life’s lessons and the lessons we chose to learn before we got
here. Love, compassion, kindness, forgiveness, you know, the usual suspects.
fallacy, that if you dream hard enough, believe hard enough, wish hard enough,
that everything will happen and come true.
Michael Weatherly. Being positive about him and the life we would live together
did not get me him or that life.
is comes down to. We will not be a published author unless we write the book.
We will not be a pop star unless we take lessons and learn about music. We will
not become the C.E.O of a mega conglomerate unless we work our way up the
corporate ladder, or sleep with the boss, inherit the company or start our own
business and that’s what it becomes. And very few people do the last three.
supposed to be patient and tireless and positive? Five years? Ten years?
Twenty-five years? How long are we supposed to wait for success, for fame, for
fortune? How long are we supposed to slog our guts out before we stop and
realise it’s not working and we’re getting nowhere? How long are we supposed to
wait before our hopes are dashed that we will never achieve the heights of
success that we want?
pessimistic. If, in this lifetime, we are not meant to be rich, successful, or
have the fame and attention we so crave because our soul did not choose it,
then how do we cope with that? How do we come to that conclusion? How long
does/should/would it take for us to come to that conclusion? We are told to
work hard and stay patient, but how long do we do that? How long until it
comes? How long do we wait, and what if it never comes?
and documented the practice habits of a group of violin students throughout
their childhoods, adolescence and then adulthood. When asked how many hours
they had practiced over the entirety of them playing, results showed that
whilst times were similar in childhood, the most elite players had accumulated
more than 10,000 hours individually by age 20.
ability made a very strong case for writer Malcolm Gladwell, and he brought the
idea of the 10,000 hours rule to a larger audience. The principle holds that
10,000 hours of “deliberate practice” are needed to become world-class in any
field. When psychologists talk about deliberate practice, they mean practicing
in a way that pushes your skill set as much as possible.
deliberate practice is only a predictor of success in fields that have super
stable structures. In tennis, chess, and classical music, the rules never
change, so you can study up to become the best. But in less stable fields, like
entrepreneurship and rock and roll, rules can go out the window. One chess player had taken 26 years to reach
the same level that another reached in two years. Clearly, there’s more at work
than just the amount of hours put in. “The evidence is quite clear that
some people do reach an elite level of performance without copious practice,
while other people fail to do so despite copious practice.”
in your field. It could also have to do with personality, the age you started,
intelligence, or something else entirely.
the 10,000 hour theory. “Practice is important but there’s a reason that
Jamaicans dominate sprinting, Kenyans excel at long distance track, and tall
people are much more likely to make it to the NBA.” Epstein also notes the
world’s best in high jump, darts, and track don’t need nearly 10,000 hours of
practice. “It’s in the genes,” he argues.
is not one family member before them who can sing or play an instrument. There
are artists and authors who have no family ancestry of arts or writing either.
jumpers, one of whom had practiced for far more than the prescribed 10,000
hours, and another who had done far less. The chapter is titled “A Tale of
Two High Jumpers (Or: 10,000 Hours Plus or Minus 10,000 Hours).
demanding activities that needed significant thought, unlike those runners and
The ability to pick up an instrument and play a tune within minutes, or to open
their mouths and sing without having had a lesson is extraordinary. For the
rest of us, it is nothing but pure dedication to practising, learning, and
educating ourselves on all aspects of our trade and then furthering our
education every time something new is revealed, learned or released.
constantly learning new aspects, techniques and software if we work online. We
are reading new ideas and putting them into action. We are researching new
directions and delving into vaults of old documents. We find, we research, we
learn. THAT is how we get where we are.
from of the camera making movies, and many before that as a child actor. The
years of learning, education, practise, and understanding of what it took to be
in front of the camera led him to also understand what was needed behind the
of the camera, time spent preparing him to become the actor he is, then he
would not have become the director he needed to be to direct his first movie,
The Water Diviner, a movie that scored him many awards and accolades within
months of release. It was Australia’s biggest release for 2014, and one of
Australia’s biggest selling movies of all times. It would not have been what it
was if not for his dedication, time and energy to the craft of his choice and
the story behind it.
very well bombed, but because he was made to wait by the universe until this
particular movie, it was the creation and success it was purely because the
universe knew he needed the time to hone and learn until he could create the
story that needed to be told.
practising their sport at an early age would not have had the success they did
if not for that practise, a parent pushing them from the sidelines, and their
souls’ choice of a successful career in their future life. No one comes out of
the womb kicking or hitting balls. It is a craft that is learned and practiced.
making, playing instruments, singing, driving, becoming a doctor, a lawyer or
scientist. NONE of this is straight out of the womb, or even a pure talent. It
is all education, understanding the craft of your choice and day after day
after day of practise.
back to how long are we supposed to work for it? And if we’re not going to get
it because our souls did not choose it then when do we figure this out? When do
we realise that all the years of slogging our guts out hasn’t been getting us
of how many hours we put in?
10,000 hours. I started writing in 2006, next year it will be ten years since I
started writing books, so maybe success for me will come next year, or not at
all. For some, those 10,000 hours are not all together 8-10 hours or more a
day, sometimes it’s only a few hours a day, hence the longer it takes.
true. If it doesn’t happen, then I really WILL call bullshit on it and know that success really isn’t going to happen for me.
This week the shit hit the fan in Australian politics.
Not only did we have another spill, but we lost ANOTHER Prime Minister.
This time it was Liberal leader and PM, Tony Abbott, ousted by narcissistic, egotistical Liberal MP, Malcolm Turnball.
I used to like Malcolm. Many a year ago he seemed charismatic and genuine. Now, he’s narcissistic and a steam roller. He’d rather roll over anyone in his way to get the head job and his ego grew bigger over the week.
He’s become slimy and a turn-off for many. Regardless of how badly Tony was going, he was barely in the job for two years.
After the Labor bullshit of the last five years we thought we’d had enough, but no, Malcolm kept stirring the pot, just like Kevin Rudd did with Julia Gillard after she knifed him in the back to get the top job.
Now, Malcolm has done the same to Tony.
This may or may not end well. We go to an election in about 18 months, and we’ll see whether Malcolm will be popular enough to make Liberals win again. After all, the Labor leader, Bill Shorten, is a pussy.