Tuesday, 29 December 2009

Taffy was a Welshman,

Taffy was a Welsh man

About Taffy in the nursery rhymes they say that he was born on a Moon Shiny Night with his head in the Pipkin and his heels up right.

My Taffy was born on a new years eve with a Caesarean section and he probably got his head stuck in the Pipkin a little bit too long. He is a darling but he is a bit dim.

There are a lot of rhymes about Taffy the welsh man. Some are from Wales and some are from England. There are also thoughts about the origin of the rhyme and who this Taffy really was.

Who’s my Taffy then?
He is a Welsh terrier male just 7 years old and what better name fore him than Taffy? I have made a mish mash of the rhymes and written my own version. The Welshman in my rhyme is of course My Taffy.

Taffy was a Welshman,
Taffy was a thief
Taffy came to my house,
And stole a piece of beef.

I went into Taffy’s house
Taffy was not home,
I returned the favor
And stole a marrow bone.

When I was in Taffy’s house,
when Taffy was not in.
He had been at my house
and he stole a golden pin

I went back to Taffy’s house
now Taffy was in bead
So I took up the marrow bone
and flung it on his head

Taffy was a Welshman,
Taffy was a sham,
Taffy came to my house
and stole a leg of lamb

So I went into Taffy’s house
When Taffy was away
I stuffed his socks with sawdust
and filled his shoes with clay

When I had been in Taffy’s house
The little steeling swin
He’d gone back to my house and
stole a glas of wine.

So I ran back to Taffy’s house
to catch the little liar
I only found his clothes so
I flung them on the fire

What great luck that Taffy
does not give a damn about his clothesbecause he likes his wines he cares more about his nose

Saturday, 26 December 2009

I'm trying to find something

I don’t know what it is but I do know that I want it. It’s something elusive I can feel it. I’m almost close to it but it keeps slipping through my fingers. It could bee peace and tranquillity but its not. I can’t put my finger on it. I feel restless like something is urging me on. I must find it at all cost. It has to do with peace I know that but it has to do with security also. Not the kind of security that involves barbed wire. No it’s more the kind that has to do with shelter, food, warmth and love all rolled in to one. Sometimes I feel like I am running or hiding or both. I want to escape from something large and threatening but it is all around me and it’s closing up on me and I can’t get away. I can’t get other people to se the threat. I know where the threat is coming from. I’m running from a culture that excludes divides and classifies. I am escaping from culture that thinks in terms like we and them, young and old. I’m hiding from dualism. I’m trying to flee from the very culture that’s surrounding me. I feel like I’m holding on to a rope and this rope is everything that is holding me and my hands are slipping

Tuesday, 22 December 2009

I have tried to put Christmas on hold but alas

I have had my first Christmas present. It was a new bathtub. It is a small and cute little tub. It has a little place where you can sit. You can take a bath or shower or just sit and wash your feet. It’s a clever little thing. It’s also perfect for your pets. However I don’t think they will appreciate it. I haven’t tested it yet because I feel a little down. It’s this weather. I can’t stop to think about the homeless. They would appreciate a warm tub. I read that over 80 people had died due to this cold weather we are having. A lot of them were poor and homeless people from Poland. And I heard that 27 had died in the Ukraine. I know that one has died in Sweden but I think there is more. They close the railway stations and other public buildings to keep out the homeless from warming themselves. Security guards throw them out and justify it with that they are merely following orders. The Milgram's experiment on obedience to authority figures still applies.

My husband just walked into the room and told me that I am suffering from a winter depression, as if that was news for me. How can you not be depressed when it is -10 Celsius or more and you have pain everywhere and you just have gone into a survival mod? My brain needs sunlight, sunlight and sunlight. I am not built for this f-ing climate. I hate it. Ice and snow are things you use in drinks you do not live in them. Now I must breath calm and try to think of my next task, being merry for Christmas.

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Monday, 21 December 2009

Children I love them and I hate them

Children, we love them and we hate them!
People that tell you I am wrong are liars. All parents hate their children at some point.
Psychologists will try to tell you that what you are feeling is not hate. They want to call it something else. But that is pure and simple bull manure. You do hate your kids so you can just start to deal with it. It is only natural. Mothers that say that they only love there children are just lying through there teeth.

Children carry our hopes and dreams and they don’t deliver, and should not need to deliver our dreams. They don't share our hopes and dreams because they are not us and never will be. We tend to forget this . They live in a different age. We give them every ting they have but it's still not enough. Communication is hard to learn. Communication is based on experience and we all have different experiences. This is why we do not understand each other. When our communication clash we get hurt and when we get hurt we hate.

No, hate is not a strong word. Hate is the opposite to love and without hate you are unable to love and vies verse. A lot of children have heard there parents say: You are the meaning of my life. I see this statement as child abuse. How can you say a thing like this? Do you want to teach your children that they are only important for breeding purposes? All people have a life and a value of there own both children parents.
I try to give my children a taste of experiences that I love. These are not always appreciated. Sometimes I have to fight to give them what they don't want. I fight when I know that what I want to give them has a value for life. And I can tell you that it is not always appreciated. But I also listen to what my children have to say because sometimes I can learn from them. Life with children is a struggle and you do get very tired. When you get exhausted you hurt easily and these two components make you hate. It is allowed to feel it but you must not act on it, just acknowledge it and you are allowed to express these feelings. How else could children learn about feelings.
Don't misinterpret me. I do love my children but sometimes I hate them just like they hate me. The love, however will always win as long as honesty comes first. Honesty is something I can not live without. I could never accept living a lie. I want a life of my own and so should my children. My job is to give them a platform to stand on. When they are ready to fly out of the nest I want them to fly of with confidence and insight. The world will be theirs and they must be able to find their own lives in confidence that I can manage on my own and they know that where ever I am in the world they will always be welcome.

Saturday, 19 December 2009

Christmas is creeping closer by the minute!

Christmas has developed to a very creepy thing in my opinion.
It’s considered mandatory to run around with a fake smile and wish Merry Christmas left right and centre while you are wasting a lot of money on unnecessary things. It is tradition to eat body parts from animals that have lived there lives like hell on earth and then been murdered for money. Where is the good and merry in all this? The environmental agreement went to hell because we in the rich world could not afford it!!!!

No, you see we must spend our money on bread machines, soda streamer, electric blankets, hairdryers and bright flashing vulgar Christmas decorations which all consumes power, so that we can add a little bit more to the greenhouse effect. The point is that Christmas has out played its role and become far too commercial. The awful truth is that we do not care about other people. Our motto is: I'm in the boat Jack Push of

Where is the love that Jesus is supposed to bring to us? Religious people say that it is because we don’t use the love we were given. But I can’t see that religious people give a lot of love, in fact I see quite the opposite. In the US the religious right wing do not want a health insurance for everyone and they spell it right out by saying: Why should I pay fore somebody else. I can not se anything Jesus like in that statement.

I think Jesus is doing summersaults in his grave, yes grave. It is obvious that he is dead. Our only hope is that we can come together and bury our hatchet. I don’t think religion is the key problem I think it is politics.

Let this Christmas be a time to think about your life and others. What is really valuable for you? Once you've got your insight you can start changing

Saturday, 12 December 2009

The winter blues

When December feels like a prison sentence I hate my mothers decision, the one she did in 1955.

Ohh why oh why did my mother decide to move to Sweden? This Hell on earth, this awful place.
I wonder as the bitter cold is slowly creeping up my spinal cord. I just want to lie in my bed all curled up like a cat underneath my eiderdown and wait for spring to arrive. The winter blues has hit me now at full force. I feel like a bitch towards everyone and I hate all niceness. I can’t stand people who tell me that it’s so nice in the north of Sweden in the winter. There selling point is that minus 20 degrees Celsius or more is quite ok and they argue that it is because they have a much dryer coldness in the north. I argue that I would rather burn at the stake than go north in the winter. I have been up north in wintertime and I hate it. The bitter cold the snow and the perishing spruce trees which acidifies the soil beneath them. I so hate spruce that I don’t even have a Christmas tree. I have a Christmas branch instead. It’s from a beech tree. I have used the same branch for a couple of years now. I spray painted it silver and every Christmas I bring it in and hang it in front of my mirror. I put the electric lights on first and then I dress it with tinsel and other ornaments. The beech branch helps me to remember that there is a spring coming. I have always argued that there is nothing so soothing for the soul than spending time in a beech wood just when the first light green tender leaves arrive on the trees. Now it has been confirmed in a scientific report. I heard it on the radio P1. And ha haa haaa (This is my evil laugh) a spruce forest has not the same positive effect on peoples mental health as the beech forest has.