But still ....

ALL THE BEST OF EVERYTHING FOR YOUR FESTIVITY OF CHOICE!!

I hope you have nothing but giggly, excitable, challenging and rewarding times ahead. 2008 has been a pretty crazy year for me. Much more good stuff than bad and the bad stuff, well, you cannot have good without the bad right? So here's hoping that for all of us there is a bumper 2009 ahead!

So raise a glass and have a laugh and I hope there is plenty of paracetamol close by when you need it come Jauary 1.

x Buckers

Recipe for disaster

Hormones

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Loneliness

+

Sleeplessness

+

Christmas

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No wonder I feel like crying.

Deal or No Deal

I had drinks with a great friend of mine and her girlfriend. My mate is dearly head over heels, up to her eyeballs, knock her down with a feather in love with her girlfriend, and its really lovely for her.
The best part being is that her girlfriend seems to be equally enamoured with her. So it came as a bit of a surprise - or really just something I didn't need to hear - when Kez proclaimed, "I have already told Bec, if she wants kids, its a deal breaker".
And there were those words - deal breaker.

The words themselves leave no room for compromise. Cut and dry, pure and simple, clinical and unemotional. Ok, I am not silly, something like having kids is not something you just compromise - but its the idea of the "deal breaker" that I am referring to.

When I was younger I had a few deal breakers of my own. Back then, as far as I could see, I would never be able to fall in love with a man who:

• drove a ute / hotted up car
• listened to heavy metal
• didn't like the Beatles
• really liked football (league)
• heckled
• had number plates that spelt out a word or phrase
• had an offensive nickname

Of course, overtime, I realised that my deal breaker list was full of only superficial things that alas, I might not know until I was already well interested in the boy ... or perhaps even in love with the boy. For example, not too long ago I was faced with this dilemma - and it really wasn't a dilemma at all. I was in the audience for some stand up comedy with a man I particularly fancy, and discovered that he was a heckler. Not your run of the mill "tell us a joke" heckler, but a heckler nevertheless. It turns out though, that he was a supportive heckler, and to my surprise, I loved it. I guess I have to strike that one off the list. I would go so far as to say, that if I found out he had a secret love of The Footy Show, that I wouldn't mind ... afterall I secretly cried like a baby throughout the film "Enchanted".

I wonder though, why no one ever really says "If you are a racist, misogynist pig, then that's a deal breaker".