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You gotta love Samantha Jones……..

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Because I sometimes have such a vulgar sense of humour, and lets face it, she’s bloody funny, I’m going to post a few quotes from Samantha Jones of Sex and the City fame. I think deep down, I’m a mixture of Carrie and Charlotte(in the daytime) and even deeper down I’m Samantha (at night and behind a few locked doors!!!) heee haa. But with far less of an…….ummmmmmmmm……appetite. and far more conservative. in fact much, much more conservative.

Top 10 Samantha Jones Quotes

Samantha Jones (played by Kim Cattrall) – Sex and the City

1. Fuck me badly once, shame on you. Fuck me badly twice, shame on me.

2. Could you shave or something? Blowing you is like getting my teeth flossed.

3. I love the stock market: a room full of screaming, sweaty men, all trying to get it up.

4. I will not be judged by you or society. I will wear whatever and blow whomever I want, as long as I can breathe and kneel! (my all time favourite quote!!!!!!)

5. The bad news is you’re fired. The good news is now I can fuck you.

6. Who knows? He’s a man. You could lay your pussy on a table right in front of one and still not know what he’s thinking.

7. The good ones screw you, the bad ones screw you, and the rest don’t know how to screw you.

8. Money is power. Sex is power. Therefore, getting money for sex is simply an exchange of power.

9. If we could perpetually do blowjobs to every guy on earth, we would own the world…and at the same time have our hands free.

10. You men have no idea what we’re dealing with down there. Teeth placement, and jaw stress, and suction, and gag reflex, and all the while bobbing up and down, moaning and trying to breathe through our noses. Easy? Honey, they don’t call it a job for nothing.

and there we have it. makes me laugh, she does.

as the say in every kitsch household in South Africa:

live                      love                       laugh                        smile            

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God loves you…..

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I went to a Christian ladies retreat on Saturday. It was truly the best Spiritual Day I’ve ever experienced. I barely stopped crying for the whole day and broke into sobs at the end while watching a short 4 minute video. I’m very controlled and I cry a lot, but never in public. My eyes swell up and I wail-sob. Not sob delicately into my white lace handkerchief. I sob, great big shoulder heaving, throw myself into the nearest person’s arms kinda thing. I find I cry more easily since the kids have been born.

The thing is, …..on Saturday, I discovered I was loved, like in REALLY loved. and it was good, no actually GREAT. I think that women, are so hard on themselves, we try so hard to be all-rounders, put make up on, cook well, shag well, be good mommies that we sort of lose the plot on loving ourselves. But for me it wasn’t about me loving myself more… it was that someone loved me wholeheartedly. All of me beyond my mascara, basic beige foundation, Timberland shoes, Black Ivory dress and black leggings. The love went beyond that. It seeped right into my soul and touched parts of me I never knew.

 I never knew I yearned to be love until I was. And for someone who loves getting surprised I loved the surprise of it all.

It’s such a gift to impart good news on to someone or be an encouraging person. It’s so easy to criticise a situation or be disparaging about someone. Any fool can criticise, but to be a born encourager or uplifter….wow…what a gift. The two guest speakers on Saturday, both so different, yet filled with such Joy, gave us gifts, all of us, that I know I will cherish for a long time. I will smile with happiness, that God loves me, REALLY loves me, right down into my soul.

 

what I love and what I don’t……

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Because I’m a smidge maudlin today I’m going to write 5 things I’m thankful for:

  • My family’s health
  • My children
  • My husband
  • my love of people
  • my drive and determination

5 things that irritate the heck out of me:

  • lies
  • I fucking hate boxed frozen fish
  • selfish MOFo’s
  • synthetic fibres (especially in my linen)
  • incessant talking and chattering

 that’s it. so busy today. as always. thanks for reading. please leave a comment and tell me one thing you love and hate.

The Velveteen rabbit

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From “The Velveteen Rabbit” by Margery Williams

“What is REAL?” asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. “Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?”

“Real isn’t how you are made,” said the Skin Horse. “It’s a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real.”

“Does it hurt?” asked the Rabbit.

“Sometimes,” said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. “When you are Real you don’t mind being hurt.”

“Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,” he asked, “or bit by bit?”

“It doesn’t happen all at once,” said the Skin Horse. “You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things
don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.”