Not a time bomb!

Ok, disregard that. I'm crazy about this song today because I just discovered it.

I'm taking it easy right now, because I can. It's going to be a long lonely day, no need to rush through the things that will keep me busy. Obi's working overtime and Bec's at the hairdresser so there's no gym. I'm cool with that, step class last night nearly killed me.

Yesty arvo I was just hanging out with Isis and my facebook was running. People must think I'm online all bloody day, but I'm not. My PC is just on, mostly for the music, and I leave facey open because I don't use msn messenger anymore, you know, since I married the only person I actually wanted to talk to (oh but those were the days! Haha)
Anyway a while back, this random chick adds me and I knew she was some connection of Obi's uncle, but couldn't be 100% clear on exactly who. She's commented on some photos and stuff but other than that I don't know her from a bag of oats. Anyway (there's that word again) she starts talking to me out of the blue about how excited she is we're coming to Canada next week.
In an effort not to put my foot into my face, I quickly blasted a message to the SIL confirming that this chick is Craig's SO as she was the only other family member online.

Well, this chick is who I guessed, but I put my foot in it anyway, because Random Linda added Obi and I as mates - but not Obi's sister. So she seemed a bit put-out by that. If I liked my SIL I'd feel bad. But I don't so it's ok.

Random Linda talked my face off. Right in my most productive time of day too, so I got little done. While typing to her I got Owlet fed and changed, took her out to get the washing in, put her down for a two hour nap and at the end of this Random Linda is still prattling to me and I'm like "Ok, I really have to go now" but as inconvenient as it was, I'm really grateful it happened.

I don't know if other people find this, but I've noticed that partners of other members of Obi's family generally flock to me. I think it's because I'm not really "one of them" or something. I'm safer. Girlfriends of Obi's mates do the same. There's always that awkwardness though, where you don't want to get too close in case the relationship ends.

So the reason I'm calling her Random is because it really was. She was very full-on. Most of me really likes that, it's rare I find someone as open and honest as myself. Most people don't just lay it on the table, you know? But this chick surely does, and she's super positive. Another part of me found it a bit off-putting, especially when she was asking "How did your mother's death affect you?" Uhm, actually, it gave me nightmares for years, it made me bitter, I still find myself crying with overwhelming grief thanks for asking!

So I'm sitting there talking to glass-is-overflowing-not-just-half-full Random Linda and one of my other mates who I speak to maybe three times a year finally finds time to talk to me. Because she's on antidepressants, got drunk and stoned a week ago and decided to slash her wrist with a Stanley knife. Needed surgery to fix the three tendons she cut through and everything. I already felt queasy, reading about that didn't help at all. I felt like I needed to be two different people to provide appropriate responses to these vastly different conversations. RL is telling me about how her brother died and all the personal development that happened after her divorce, and then on the other hand there's this chick my age who's still battling shit in a completely different way. I feel bad for my mate, if I could I'd like nothing more than to get on a plane and go help her sort her shit out, but right now that's not an option at all. IT makes me sad though, she's been struggling for a year and a half now with the same problems and from an outside perspective it just seems like it would be so easy to fix.

Well, that's depression for you, it makes simple shit feel impossible. But every time I see something like this I want to scream WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! LIFE IS SHORT!!!

I forgot what my original point was. Oh well.

Back to the inlaws, dad sent a group email this morning and as part of a trade with one of his friends for his financial management services, he's scored some professional photography. The photos wont be edited, but both Obi and his sister are great with photoshop, and I can hold my own if I care to as well, so it doesn't matter. So anyway, he wants to get everyone (for his side, not moms) together for some family photos. I think that's lovely. I did notice that he hasn't invited SIL's new boyfriend though, so I'm expecting her to message me to bitch about this in the next few hours. Any bets? I love watching people and their little power-plays.

Anyway this has got to be the most pointless blog of all time. There's five minutes of your life you're never getting back. Think I'll take Isis outside and read to her before it rains or something.
Carrots!