OrganiSed Chaos

Life is not unlike a highway.
You get up to speed and cruise along, pretty much unimpeded. Now and then you have need to change lanes, but otherwise it’s pretty smooth sailing, so long as you stay alert and don’t do anything too rash.
Speeding is acceptable, so long as you don’t get caught BTW.

As with most things relating to the law, it’s only illegal if/when you get caught hey???
What was my point?
Oh yes! Sorry!!
You need to understand, I have 2 speeds.
Stop and go.
Plus, I can be somewhat effusive at times.
Truth be known, too much now and then.
It’s the way I’m built.
I’m passionate, enthusiatic and more than willing to meet life headlong at the same speed I attack everything.
At one hell of a pace.
For those who don’t know me, it can be a little off putting I’m told.
In fact, imtimidating is the word one of my daughters used one time.
I’ve never seen it myself, but then that’s me.
I have however seen the way people react sometimes.
Picture someone going backwards rapidly.
That’s pretty much the best way to describe it.
Now, when something is troubling me, I keep it to myself, and rarely share it.
In fact, most of the time people would never pick it.
I share my problems with very few people, and I’m quite particular about who those people are.
It takes a special person who can accept me at my lowest point, because when I hit a low, it’s at the opposite level of what my highs are.
It’s rock bottom.
Thus my reasons for not sharing my troubles when I have them.
I know I’m not easy to cope with, so I bury it deep, and 99.999999% of people really have NFI, and are nomally stunned to find there is is fact anything wrong.
So how do I hit these lows?
Well, this is where the highway analogy comes in.
There I am, cruising along at 120kph {around 65 for those not versed in metrics} and bang, crash, thump!
Fucking speed hump, slap bang in the middle of the highway!!!
Every single fucking time I think I have it down pat, that’s when I’ll hit it.
When I least expect it.
And you can guarantee the fall is spectacular!
It’s not possible to live life at the pace I do and NOT hit the ground with a thud.
Trust me on that one.
Do I see them coming?
NO!
Do I learn from previous hits?
NO!
Does it ever occur to me that maybe I need to keep an eye out just in case?
NO!
Am I sick to death of having my run down the road slowed?
Absofuckinglutely I am!
Will I ever learn to slow down?
Probably not.
I need a fucking holiday…badly!
Does it show?
I’m thinking it does.
If anyone knows where I can find an uninhabited island surrounded with man eating sharks I can feed intruders to, shoot me an email will you?

It’s Anzac day here in Australia.

“Australians and New Zealanders recognise 25 April as a ceremonial occasion, to reflect on the futility of war, and to remember those who fought and lost their lives for their country” {this from the Wiki link I have here}

The day we remember those who made the ultimate sacrifice to give us the freedom we have.

Men and women of the armed forces are amazing people.

They risk life and limb to ensure we retain the freedom we all {at times} take for granted, as part of life in one of the most amazing countries in the world.

I believe they deserve far more recognition than they receive, and aren’t paid nearly enough given  they choose to serve their country in a selfless, patriotic manner.

Between Australia and New Zealand, we lost over 10,000 soldiers at Gallipoli.

10,000! Quite mind boggling that man can find a way to have need to kill so many people, in such a short space of time.

That amount is swelled beyond comprehension when we consider the other wars that have also taken place.

War is an excercise in futility, as most would agree.

Yet still people persist in waging it.

For me, today is about  rememberance of those who chose to fight in it respect for those caught up in the atrocity that IS war.

Remembering the brave who laid down their lives so future generations {us} could stand proud and say “I live in a country that considers freedom a right.”

I thank every man or woman who has ever contributed to the freedom I have, and the truly wonderous feeling of living without fear whenever I step outside the front door.

Lest we forget

There are some people in this world need to get a life.

Do they have so little to be worried about that they can make something of this?

Apparently, once you’ve been a kids performer, you’re not allowed to act the same as any other consensual adult and do with your life, what you will.

When you do have the audacity to try doing just that, the morality police stick their 2c worth in.

This has been discussed from one end of Australia to another today.

My opinion?

Go for it girl!

If I had a body like that I’d be flaunting it to all and sundry on the front of a magazine too, make no mistake.

In closing, I do have a question though.

What the hell would kids who like Hi 5 be doing reading a fucking magazine like Ralph anyway?

I repeat, some people need to get a life.

Quickly!

The excitment level is high in our house today.
This morning we booked our flight from LA to Boston, and let me tell you, I’m like a dog with 2 tails.
I don’t know which one to wag first and can’t coordinate wagging them both at the same time!
Only a few bits left to do now, the biggest of which is getting to Sydney.
We’re checking every couple of days so see if there are any you beaut terrific specials happening, but nothing yet.
Bloody school holidays are a pain in the arse!
Something will come up though, I can feel it in my bones.
Flying far too high above ground level to let anything get to me today.
On another note, don’t forget to check out what’s happening at ozmoesis
The blogoshpere is in for something of a shock is all I’ll say.
Wander over and see if you can come up with a good blog name and tagline.
There are no boundries, so let your hair down.
Whislt not all that surprising, it is exciting.
Hope your weekend is going along swimmingly, and your day is full of smiles and sunshine, the same as mine

As you’re aware I’ve been almost in limbo for close to a week, while I made my mind up about the blogs.
No more limbo, the decision has been made.
The title of my last post was Home is where the heart is, which is the truth.
I needed to work out where my heart lay, and I think I knew all along, it’s here.
At anonymum.com
Maybe I just needed to put it into words, in order for clarity to prevail?
For many, many reasons this domain is so very special to me.
It lies close to my heart for personal reasons, it lays close to my heart because of how it came about, and it lays close to my heart because this is the first place that was mine.

As of tonight {in about 10 mins} ozmoesis will go into maintenance mode until I decide whether to use it or redirect it.
I’ve imported all the posts here already.
I have several ideas that I could use it for, one of which is giving it to Mark {an idea he floated BTW, not me}
Well, maybe not floated as such, it was more that he made a facetious remark about having 2 domains and it made me think {wonder if he remembers the other 19 domains I own???? let’s not remind him ok??}
I thank each of you for your input.
I thank each of you for gracing my humble abode with your comments, and the time you take to click the link regardless of my absence at your own blog of late.
The time has come to get anonymum.com back to where it was when I left it {something I should NEVER have done}
A page rank of 5 and an Alexa rank in the high 100,000s.
It will take some time, I know that, but for many reasons, that’s where it should be, if for nothing else than to thank the people who set me on this strange journey we call blogging, and to give thanks for the wonderful people it’s bought into my life.
I can guarantee, YOU’RE one of them.
Plus, I can guarantee I know of at least 2 huge smiles when they see this post.
I would appreciate it if you could change the URL.
I’ll be back at some point over the weekend with a post.
Have NFI what it will be, but as per usual, I’ll manage to pull something out of my arse….

I find myself in a dilemma, given I’m now the proud owner of 2 blogs.
When I consider the madness that has been my life since just before Christmas, common sense tells me I don’t have time to run 2 full time blogs, so for most of the day today I’ve been mulling over what to do.
Let’s be honest, I’ve struggled to keep up with one.
So why did I resurrect this one you ask?
Because I made a promise, to not only myself, but to someone I care deeply about.
Logic is nowhere to be seen when your heart is involved, as most of you will agree.
You don’t think about the end result, because you’re so focused on doing what you know is the right thing.
Equally, you can’t simply abandon other things because you have something new {or should that be old???}
As the title of the post says, home is where the heart is, which in itself creates another small question.
Where does my heart lay?
Most would say it lays here, in my own space, with my own name and my own strange little way of doing things.
And yes, it does, you’re right.
I know you are.
However.
I made ozmoesis my own too.
The name came from a suggestion I threw up to a friend who reworked the spelling, and thus it was born quite by chance.
*snort*
Almost like a little accident huh????
LMFAO….that amuses me no end!!
Sorry. I digress.
{I’m still giggling though!!}
I made it MINE.
I helped conceive it, I worked on it for days, agonised over how it should look, what the tone of it would be, what plugins worked best, and all the bells and whistles that go into making a blog personal and individual.
I guess what I’m looking for here is some help.
Some input from people who have come tto know me reasonably well.
So.
We have 5 choices here people.

1. Redirect Ozmoesis to anonymum.com
2. Redirect anonymum to Ozmoesis
3. Operate both blogs as seperate entities
4. Close Ozmoesis altogether
5. NFI but you thought I’d be pissed if you didn’t say anything.

Leave me your thoughts if you would be so kind?
The decision will be made by the end of the week, and I’ll post it on both sites so noone misses it.
Back to the salt mines for us tomorrow, so I’d best be thinking about sleep.
It would help if I was actually tired, but I’ll see what i can do.