Shoelaces

Critterbug started school in February. He is 5 - he'll be 6 in September. Until now he's has shoes with some form of velcro fastening, because thats really all there is around. But this year he also started playing Auskick (little kid's AFL - aussie football). He's incredibly uncoordinated, but he has fun, and he looks cute in his uniform.

Theres just one problem. The spikes. They have laces.

He's a smart kid. He can count by tens, by twos, and probably fives if I asked him. He can do simple addition and subtraction sums, and is reading and writing amazingly well - if you ignore the fact that he seems unable to differentiate between capital and lowercase letters. He just picks one at random with no thought as to what should be used. He also uses words like "delectable" to describe dinner. No, I don't know where he picked that up.

Do to the smarty-pants factor, he's picking up the whole shoe-tying thing pretty well. He's got the concept, just needs a little reminding occasionally, and his complete and utter lack of coordination doesnt seem to be hindering him too much.

No, the problem isn't with him. Its with me.

Oh don't be stupid, of course I can tie my laces. We weren't allowed to play in the playground at school until we could tie our laces, becasue the teachers refused to tie everyones shoes at the end of lunch everday, and we had to take our shoes off to play. I learned pretty quick.

The problem isn't that I can't tie my laces, the problem is that I can't tie his.

My husband taught him how, and he does his VERY DIFFERENTLY. I can't make my fingers do his way.

• Cross the laces, tuck one under, pull tight. CHECK.
• Make a loop. CHECK.
• Wrap the other lace around the loop. CHECK.
• Pull the wrapped lace through the hole and form a second loop, pulling it tight. NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

He makes a loop BEFORE he pushes it through the hole!!! I CAN'T DO IT!! I get in theory that you end up with the same result, I can see that you get the same result, but I can't make my fingers do it! They get all twisted and dumb and just won't do it!!

And it's made me curious. Is this simply an individual difference, caused by someone in our respective pasts figuring out different ways to do it, or is it a larger scale difference, anerican V australian/english?

I'm so tempted to just have the kid use bunny ears. Make my life easier by far.

Of Roots and Proper Pronunciation

I've noticed that I refer to my father as 'my father' and my mother as 'mum' throughout this post, and I find that rather interesting. I was brought up to call them Daddy and Mummy respectively, and seeing as they each referred to their own parents thus until their passing, it would be acceptable, and possibly, to them, even preferable for me to continue to do so. While I love my parents, I do not get on with my father particularly well, and my mum less well than I would like, and the terms 'my father' and 'mum' reflect this.


My father was born in England at the tail end of WWII. His father had served in the British navy during the war and became a politician, and later a door-to-door salesman, his mother could best be described as a socialite. She claimed to have had tea with the Queen, been kidnapped by a sultan, and run off to join a circus at 16. I'm serious. His family lived in Jamaica when he was very young, and when they moved back to England and he started school, he was sent to boarding school. He went to Clifton College, and upon watching Monty Python movies, noted which teachers John Cleese based the characters on - he was a year ahead of my father. My father moved to Australia with his first wife when he was in his early 20s, moved back to England a few years later, moved back to Australia after marrying my mother, and is a LAWYER.

Mum was born 362 days later, in the U.S.A. Her father was a farmer who had served in the U.S. army in Britain, opting to stay at desk work instead of taking the better paying job as a sniper, because he couldn't bear to take a human life. Her mother was a "war bride", a British girl who fell in love with an American soldier, and went back to the states with him. She had what the doctors called "muscular dystrophy", but still went out every day to fetch water from the well at the log house my grandfather built, when she had two young children. When mum was 15 they moved back to England, for better medical care for her mother, and mum left school, not being able to stand being in the 'babies' french class - she hadn't learned french in the U.S.A. She had various jobs, among which was taking tours in Spain and teaching rudimentary English. She married my father when she was a secretary at the same law firm he was at, and they moved to Australia. Some 20 years ago she started work as an ENGLISH TEACHER (teaching the language to overseas students) and is now head of department at an English Language school for overseas students. She re-started her education at the age of 50 when she went to University in order to earn more.

What was the point of all that? Well, there are a few main things to take note of:

• My father is ENGLISH, and was raised fairly upper-class.
• He is a LAWYER.
• My mum is an ENGLISH TEACHER.
• She was raised in the U.S. by an English mother, who wanted to make sure she spoke properly.
• She has a masters degree.

These have contributed to my upbringing quite a bit. We never had much money when I was young, because my father never learnt how to save, but by golly we were taught how to behave well, and speak properly.

I was born in, and have lived most of my life in, a country where Steve Irwin's accent, while ridiculed, is actually quite normal, the 8th letter of the alphabet is habitually pronounced HAITCH, the c-word is a far too common nickname/greeting/insult, and when an ad on the TV got complaints for using the word "bugger", they issued an apology ad, using the word about sixty-gazillion more times. Despite this, I somehow ended up with an almost-English accent, and often say/pronounce things in a way that makes my American raised (British-born, but he claims it doesn't count) husband walk around with his chin tucked under and his teeth sticking out, being "British".

I distinctly remember my father teaching us that the 'h' in any 'wh' should always be pronounced, before the 'w'. Thus:

• Hwale
• Hwether
• Hwip
• Hwat

Am I alone in this? Is it a very English thing? Is it just downright wrong? Should I bother trying to teach my children this pronunciation? Critter has somehow managed to pick up an almost South African accent, so I hold hopes that he at least won't sound like a Queenslander, but should I try to push the Hw while correcting him to AITCH?

Its all a bit surreal..

Spaceghost will be 5 months old tomorrow. She is growing like crazy, has started solid food despite all my intentions to hold off til 6 months, because I simply couldn't keep on feeding her 11 times a day (and she has taken to it like a duck to water, I think the poor little thing was hungry) and is generally happy.

So far, depression hasn't dragged me under, which is fantastic. I look back on the first few months of Critter's life, and theres a lot I don't remember. I mention to my husband things that Spaceghost is doing, and he says yes, Critter did the same thing. And I don't remember it at all. It makes me sad to have missed those things, and I'm so grateful that I get to experience them this time.

Despite things going so well though, I still feel a little.. off. Nothing quite feels real - its almost as if I'm in a dream. I love my baby girl to pieces, and I would do anything for her, but there are moments when I dont feel like she's mine. Its like I'm looking after her for someone else and I won't get to keep her. I don't love her any less, I just don't feel like she belongs with me.

I dont know if its because she was born via c-section (I had panic attacks for weeks after she was born because of the situation surrounding her birth), or because I didnt get to hold her for a few hours afterwards - they had to take her away to do tests because she had been in distress and they wanted to make sure there was ntohing wrong with her. Maybe it was because I was on such powerful painkillers after being cut open that I spent the first few days in a bit of a fog.

Or maybe this is depression hitting me in a way I haven't experienced before. I feel happy, so I doubt it, but my brain chemistry is a little crazy, so it could be, I suppose.

I'm not sure if I've healed completely from the surgery, either. I have a couple of friends who've had c-sections, and I need to ask them about it, but after a long day of walking or excercise, my scar aches. I've never had anything like this before, never even broken a bone, so I don't know if this is normal. I suspect it is, because it is such a large cut, and especially since I don't heal well to begin with.

I'm just not sure where things are going at the moment, and I'm not sure how to feel.

Not stupid, just different. Very, very different.

“Boys are stupid. Throw rocks at them.”

Maybe you've seen it on a T-shirt, maybe a sticker on a car. Maybe you have no idea what I'm talking about, but its everywhere. Boys are stupid. Throw rocks at them. Yet another dig at our other halves.

Sometimes its tempting to believe though. Sometimes they do things that are just so... different. Their minds don't work the same as ours, and its easy to mistake this for stupidity. I'm sure they think the same thing about us.

One of my jobs is laundry-put-away-er. This also translates to clothes-sorter-outer-er, since I'm the only one who knows what all we have. A few months back I told hubby I was frustrated because I couldn't fit everything in his t-shirt drawer, and he told me to just go ahead and put in storage anything I didn't think he wore any more – if he missed something, he'd ask for it back. So I attacked that drawer with a vengeance, culling madly as I went. You would not believe how much better everything fits now.

Anyway.

Since there was space to actually see the clothes, and since I'd noticed hubby having trouble finding what he was looking for sometimes, I decided to sort the clothes in the drawer in a more easily accessible layout: light t-shirts in one pile; dark t-shirts in a second; sleeveless under-shirts in a third; and shorts off to the side. It was easy to see what I'd done, no pile was disproportionately bigger than the others, and it ought to make his life easier.

Or so I thought.

A couple weeks back I saw him wildly rummaging through his drawer, and then he asked me if a particular shirt was in the wash. I told him no, but since its black he'd be better off looking in the dark pile than the light pile. He looked at me as if I'd grown a second head.

Sarah: There's a light pile, a dark pile, a singlet pile, and a shorts pile.
Hubby: Are you sure?
S: Yes, I did it when I got rid of everything months ago!!
H: Why didn't you tell me?
S: I thought it would be obvious, since everything in that pile is light, and everything in that pile is dark, and I've always kept your singlets separate!
H: Its only obvious now that you've told me!!

He didn't see. He absolutely did not see that one pile contained light clothes, and the other was mostly black. He's not stupid. My man is a smart man. He does stuff I don't even pretend to understand, and makes it look easy. But his mind just doesn't work the same way as mine.

Boys aren't stupid. Just different.

a rose by any other name...

my son, critterbug, knows mummy and daddy's names. occasionally he calls us by them, which results in hard looks. and usually confuses me for a couple seconds, since i am almost never called by my name.

my husband almost never calls me by name. i get 'love', 'honey', 'babe', 'sweetheart', 'darling', anything like that. 'sarah' is usually (recently) if he hears a bang and thinks ive fallen over, or in a fit of exasperation because i havent heard him calling/talking to me. or when ive called him by name in a fit of exasperation, and he retaliates. because i dont call him by name either. not to his face. talking about him to other people i will, but talking TO him... no. its weird.

but not because his name doesnt fit him. it does. when i look at him, i dont think he has the wrong name. some people dont seem to fit their names. you meet someone called george and just go 'no... you should be alex'. i never thought i should be sarah. playing make believe as a child, i always renamed myself emma. i still sometimes think my mum gave me the wrong name - i was named after my great-grandmother, sarah emma. something i didnt know when i wanted to be emma.

critterbug's name fits him, too. both critter, which we do actually call him, and his real name. one of the first things we did when we found out we were going to have him (after a few weeks of numb 'i must be dreaming, because this is an absolute nightmare' and terror, followed by terror of a different sort when i thought i might be miscarrying), was to buy a baby name book. we went through it and picked out the names we liked, and settled on a girl's name and a boy's name, since we werent going to find out what the baby was till it was born.

we found out we were pregnant in february, the due date was september, and the names were picked sometime before june. i know that, because we moved to australia in june, and the names were picked long before then.

this time... we still really like the girl's name we didnt get to use, and are keeping that. we've decided to use family names (as in names from family members, not surnames/last names) as middle names, so where critter gets 'lee', from hubby's father's middle name, the girl's name gets 'jacqueline', my paternal grandmother's middle name. even though my cousin already used it on his baby. WE HAD IT PICKED OUT FIRST!!! ahem. anyway.

the problem we're coming up against is boy's names. like i said, we had critter's names picked by the time i was 6 months, and weve been holding onto a girl's name for the past 4.5 years, but at 8 months, we still cannot come to a conclusion on boy's names. keeping with the family thing, the middle name will be 'dan' or 'daniel', after my maternal grandfather, depending on which fits with the first name better... but thats where we hit a dilemma. we have 4 names we like, and none of them are jumping out at us. ive always liked 1, but hubby insists he will call the baby by a nickname i cant stand if we pick that. im not sure if hes joking or not. we both like 2, but neither of us like the inevitable aussie shortening, which WILL happen. again, we both like 3, but dont like where everyones mind jumps at the mention of it. (nothing dirty!! just the inevitable 'oh.. from XYZ-movie??') he originally picked out 4, and i was skeptical. the more i think about it, the more i like it, but now he isnt sure if he still likes it, and insists he was joking when he picked it. he says he likes it, but its too oldfashioned.

we are doomed, and the baby, if male, will be 'spaceghost' on its birth certificate, im sure.

and then there were two

no, i havent had the baby. its far too early.

this is about fish. goldfish.

a few months back we bought a goldfish for critterbug, in hopes of.. i dont know. it was hubby's idea. something about responsibilities and hvaing his own pet? blah blah blah. we get a fish. the plan was to get a couple, but the girl in the shop suggested we get one, and if it survived a couple weeks we'd know we had the water right etc and we could get more - cheaper to replace one than many.

so we got a plain old goldfish. i decided he was attempting suicide because he kept trying to jump in the bag we carried him home in, so he was names "jumper". then the next week we got 2 more - a stripy black and orange one - "tiger" - and a sickly looking grey/white/pink/black/splotchy one. i do not find that fish attractive at all. he was named "jim" because treasure planet was critters favourite movie that day.

they lasted a while, and we got two more, along with a bigger tank. a black bug-eyed one named "beetle", and a cute little orange fantail with a black stripe down his back (the reason we got him, it was so CUTE and now its gone. grr) who was named "tank". the kid is unimaginative. he wanted to name the other one "water" or "filter" or "rock".

beetle was the first to go. he started sinking. NOT floating, sinking. hed sit on the bottom of the tank occasionally flipping his tail, only moving if he was prodded. then one day his gills were no longer moving, and he was flushed.

the kid didnt care.

everything was fine for a while, then jumper stated repeating beetles behaviour. with creepy/amusing additions. like getting stuck to the bottom of the filter. we had to turn it off so he would float away. or getting stuck upside down behind the filter. happily lying there upside down behing the filter, unable to more forwards or backwards.. he almost seemed upset when i dismantled the lid to get him out. and then one day he was slowly waving back and forth on the bottom, gills not moving, not responding when prodded with the net. he was HARD to scoop out. kept getting caught in the plants. and hubby wasnt home, and i didnt want to leave the fish in there to go bad, so i had to do it. while trying to keep the kid in the other room. im happy to tell him the fish is dead, but dont want him to SEE it.

the kid was almost excited about the lack of fish. "now we have THREE fish! we had five fish, and then four fish, and now three!! and soon we will have two fish, then one fish, then NONE FISH!!!!!!!!!!!!" should i be worried?

a couple days ago, tiger started acting wierd. he would swim frantically around the bottom of the tank, and when he stopped, he started rolling to the side. he was also still until the light turned on, and seemed unable to get to the top of the tank to eat. he responded to taps on the side of the tank, ut was generally.. wierd. this morning, he was found upside down on the bttom of the tank, not responding to tapping on the tank, or prodding with the net, and his gills were still. i refused to flush another fish, so hubby did it before he left for work.

critter hasnt been told yet. im worried about the response.

bacon?

yesterday, at about 5am, my husband and i were startled awake by yell of I WANT SOME BACON!!!

then there was silence.

i dont know why he wanted bacon at 5am, or why he didnt mention it again after that one yell. maybe he was asleep.

my critter is a very strange little boy.



on a VERY unrelated note, on sunday we went over to dad's to go to some jewish holiday/festival thing with him. i forget what it was called.. sukkot maybe? it involved a $150/each lemon-type-thing and three different leaves, and eating in tents.

anyway.

it was soooooooooo nice to look around and see that nearly every other woman (and girl) there was wearing a skirt. there were about 3 in jeans, and one in something rather odd... it looked like a skirt... until you noticed the hem was sewn together except for a hole for each leg to go through. not coulottes, there was no separate leg pieces at all, just a skirt sewn together at the hem, like a bag, with a hole for each leg. interesting. but anyway.. it was just so nice not to feel wierd for being the only one in a skirt that actuall reached past my knees. my sister wears skirts, but they're tightish, not quite knee length, and one actually has a rather high split. i usually feel very wierd when i go out and im the only one in a long-ish skirt.

well.. i wouldnt call them long exactly. theyre mostly just past my knees. but when the norm is just a glorified belt, it looks long.

on the subject of skirts, i noticed something interesting the other day. my newest skirt, the brown-cord one, is longer than the rest. mid-calf. and sometimes i have to hold it up a bit to climb steps, if theyre very steep. something peculiar i noticed, is that even though i dont lift it as high as my other skirts fall to naturally, it FEELS shorter when its lifted, and i feel like its too short. isnt that strange? i noticed that in my formal dress years ago as well. a long skirt lifted a couple inches feels shorter than a skirt that only comes to the knees.

modest dress

today hubby and i went down to the shops. i still had $40 left from my birthday money, and i am getting really tired of wearing the same skirt day in day out, so i wanted to see if i could find a nice new one. for the record, i found a brown corduroy skirt i like in target, $24.88 reduced from like $40 or something, get to the checkout and it was all of $10.28. SCORE! so i still have $30 left. yay! maybe i'll buy a new CD since i didnt find any other clothes i like.....

ANYWAY.... so we were out at the shops, and a group of muslim women walked past, and one of them was dressed so... oddly i guess, that i got me really thinking about modesty. it wasnt an isolated event, either. i often see muslim women dressed like this, and it always strikes me as very odd.

now, a lot of muslim women say they dress the way they do, all covered up including hair, not because their men say they have to, but because it is their way of honouring God, by being modest. fair enough. but being 'all covered up' isnt necessarily modest. its the WAY you are covered up, as much as the fact that you are. which is why some of the women i see at the shops bother me so so much.

skintight jeans, 4 inch heels, a figure hugging top with push-up bra, and a ton of makeup and jewellery is not modest, just because no-one can see your hair, or any skin other than your hands and face. honestly, you might as well be wearing a mini-skirt and a tube top. i dressed up my sims to illustrate my point, and because ive been neglecting them a little lately. now, the 'muslim' sim there is all covered up, yes, but to me, the one in the blue shirt is dressed more modestly, even though she is showing more skin.

and now, in true kaeus form, ive just remembered something truly disturbing i saw on the weekend when we were doing our grocery shop in aldi. there was a girl about 14 or so, wearing a pink boob tube, just high enough to cover her bra in the front, and about an inch below it in back, with black knee length tight pants. bike shorts or leggings or something. 14. 14! i mean really... it was just... i couldnt believe it. again, sims illustrate the point. can you imagine? at about 10am at the supermarket? 14 years old???

door knockers

on saturday night, my sister had a housewarming party. (residence reheating, really, since she's been there a few months already.) since she had to work on saturday, and is also quite low on cash at the moment, and i was baking anyway, i made a couple batches of cookies, and some cheese-straws for the party. hubby and i tried the cheese-straws, and he decided they would be really good with some sort of salsa or marinara sauce to go with them, so i found a recipe for him, and then went back to the sewing machine to finish off the present i was making for my sister. the critter was put down for a late nap, since we knew we would be out till probably at least nine, and while he slept, we worked.

then there was a ring on the doorbell. not wanting it to ring again and risk waking up the sleeper, i rushed to the door, wondering who on earth it could be, at 5pm on a saturday.

there were two men and a woman standing at the door, and from the suits my initial thought was 'ah, mormons. um.. on a saturday night?'

"hello-i-am-from-a-church-may-i-ask-do-you-go-to-church?" confusion for a second as i tried to get my head around the accent - my guess is either korean or japanese from their faces - then.. "yes, i do."
"aha. what-church-do-you-go-to?"
"one in concord."

he then told me he was from the Church of Christ (or maybe it was the Church of God, i was trying to keep an ear out to see if the child had woken up or not), and asked me if i had ever heard of the Heavenly Mother. (he really sounded like he was talking with capitals)

"uh... mary?" maybe theyre catholics.. catholics revere mary due to her exalted status as Jesus' mother.... wait.. catholics door-knocking on a saturday night? i was a bit confused by now.

he looked... either confused or surprised. im not sure. then he said something about mary being Jesus' mother, but the Heavenly Mother is Jesus' wife!!!

and thats the point at which i realised my husband was standing behind me, because suddenly a voice said "look, thankyou, but we really arent interested." and he started to close the door.

"its-in-the-bible!" from the other guy. he repeated that a few times as my husband continued to close the door. "please-let-us-read-you-just-one-.." from the first guy, trying to keep the door open.

"look, really, we arent interested. thankyou."

"ITS-YOUR-SALVATION!!" from the woman. she seemed almost frantic.

but my husband closed the door on them, with a final "thankyou".

the last thing i heard from them was "its-your-salvation!" repeated as the door was shut.

well yes, it is. and thats why i'm thankful to my husband for closing the door.

its in the bible? where? i dont recall ever reading "Jesus got married." "Jesus had a wife and 4 sons." "Jesus' family was devastated at His crucifiction, and comforted his mother mary in her grief." if Jesus was married, that would be a pretty big thing, and would surely have been significant enough to put in the bible.

other than what is written in the bible, we have no way of knowing the specifics of Jesus' life. i cant just go down to the registry of births deaths and marriages, look up Jesus, 1AD and go "ah yes, he was born in the year 4bc, married in 20ad, died in 34ad, father at least 6 children, etc etc etc." we rely on what is in the bible, and can only trust that it is fact. if someone wants to come to my door claiming the bible says Jesus was married, well, dont be surprised if i thankyou and shut the door.



but even ignoring all that, if you go to someones door, trying to spread what you believe to be the truth, then yes, you want them to listen, but if they say "thankyou, not interested", its just downright RUDE to try and keep the door open, and pressure them into listening to you. and shouting does not work.

abortion

for some reason ive been seeing a lot about this recently. my current role as Random Link Clicker probably has something to do with it, but im wondering why its such a popular topic at the moment. in any case, herein do i muse.

i read an article a few months back about a country where abortion is illegal. no ifs, ands or buts. if found out, both the doctor (back street hack, druggie old witch, whatever) and woman are prosecuted. now, i dont agree with abortion. i think it is wrong. BUT, i do not think it should be illegal IN EVERY SITUATION. (which is a bit contradictory, but... hey! stop making my brain hurt!)

why not? well there are some situations where i honestly believe abortion is the only sensible way to go. i know people will disagree with me, in both directions, but its my opinion, so deal with it.

what situations would i agree with it? very simple. medical. its all down to medical.

what do you do, if at some point during your pregnancy the doctors inform you that should you continue, you have a greater than 90% chance of death, and the baby will certainly die anyway. there is no way to save it, even if you die, even if you pray pray pray. the baby will die regardless, and if you keep going, you will too. i would abort. i would hate myself for it, and i would pray desperately for forgiveness, but i would abort. i have a son who needs me, a husband who needs me, and a god who forgives. were i single, with no children, perhaps i wouldnt. maybe i would choose to die with my baby. or simply take the chance that i survive.

situation #2: there is some random super rare genetic anomaly which means the baby is not forming properly, and it will either die before birth, or in agony shortly after. honestly, i dont know what i would do in this situation. god willing, it never happens. but abortion should not be illegal in this situation. many women would rather the baby die while its very small, than wait till it is born and know how much pain it is in.

this is not to say all babies with a 'problem' should be aborted. just because the baby only has one arm, or mental retardation, or anything like that, does not mean abortion should be an option. but if it WILL DIE anyway, especially in agony, then abortion should be an option.

situation #3: you already have children. doctors have told you than any further pregnancies will result in your death or permanent incapacitation. you are 3 days late, and despite birth control, upon taking a pregnancy test, discover you are in fact, pregnant again. the baby at this point is very very tiny. since i was 2 months pregnant when we found out about my son, and nearly as far along when i lost the last one, i have no idea just how tiny (i refuse to find out. i do not want to know just how formed my dear one was when it was taken from me), but very very small. in this situation, again, i dont know what i would do. but abortion should be an option.

if it will save your life, it should be an option.


despite my disagreement with it in other situations, i can understand why women do it, and feel they have no other options - how can 13 year old deal with a baby, let alone one that reminds her every single day of the night she was raped? how can a 16 year old go against her parents, now in their 50s, who say theyve already raised their children, and will not raise any more?

but abortion is not the only option. if your life is not threatened, give the baby away. give it up for adoption, so someone who cannot have children of their own can raise yours, and your child gets to live.

two women recently abandoned their babies. one in sydney, one in melbourne. i was so heartened to find that these women had not had abortions, and so heartened that the women left their babies outside a church, where the pastor found her within hours, and outside a hospital, where the nurses heard her crying. there ought to be a set-up in australia like there is in the states, where the mothers can drop off their babies at hospitals/fire stations/etc anonymously, without worrying about it. how many babies would be saved this way? how many babies would be taken in, and eventually found families, instead of being left to die?

its just not right.

im going to stop now, cause im finding it hard to focus, and my writing is becoming even more disjointed than usual.

disturbing TV

sometimes, when my kid is watching tv and im doing something else.. i see/hear the most disturbing things. for instance, on Bob The Builder this morning:

"Your huge attachment would smash it to pieces" - Mr Bently
and
"I was helping Benny with his big attachment" - Bob

if you forget youre watching kids tv, even for just a minute.... ~~shudder~~

i couldnt see the tv, only heard the words. for a minute i wondered what taion he had managed to change it to.. then i recognised the voices.

i blame going to school with dirtyminded girls for my corruption entirely.