I have ideas.

But what are ideas without motivation.

Just a car with the tyres missing.

And just so you know....

In complying with that serious commitment on New Year resolutions, this is my second foray into this place for 2012. Who can beleive it's already 12 instead of 11. My checkbook has been surprisingly well behaved in this serious changeover period.

And it is Sunday - touching the belly of February. I hope this isn't a leap year. I need every day I can get to keep the aging brigade away!

Must admit. Today isn't as inspiring as I would like.

S'pose it's time to post the first missive of 2012

Well, folk(s). Since there aren't m-any of you waithing enthusiastically for my wit and wisdom, let's assume there are thousands.

My list of new year intentions is empty. I don't smoke so that could be the only potential. And my vices... well they are vices and you don't give them up unless they end you up in jail. For the purists - gaol - but I'm a preferred non-purist. The Americans got it right. However they do spoil their pure record of straight forward talk by saying off of.

My creative gene is getting itchy. Unfortunately from the brilliant plot I had in my head about three weeks ago, I didn't write down and I'm waiting for something to trigger it back into my head. Maybe some sunshine? We haven't had much of it this summer.

Okay, okay. So what if I make a New Year Res right now... really!

I will post every day.

Stop laughing. It's a NY res and meant to be broken! Really!

'spose it's time to post the last 2011

Sigh. Another year! Hope you all enjoy 2012!

Winter is lingering.

I feel summery sometimes but I am a winter person. Maybe I was a polar bear in a former life? But I wouldn't have been a successful one because I'd hate to go fishing for dinner in the icey Arctic waters. I'm always cold.

Isn't funny how we always kind of think of ourselves in a former life as something constructive. Like... have you ever imagined you might have been a rattle snake? Or a rose bug who eats precious garden roses?

Or even a bag of compost - ie. thousands of tiny pieces of a horse's excrement?

But I am not really thinking of former lives at the moment. Now is really coping with the end of a life. A life of a talented woman, always proud and well dressed. One who prided herself on how she presented and conducted her life. Perhaps a little vain because she had plenty to be vain about. She was Grace Kelly beautiful. She painted and sang like a bird. She should have been famous in some way, but held back by a selfish very vain mother who sacrificed her family for her own selfish objectives. But...

Now the fading or even faded beauty has gone, and left in its place a shadow. One who shuffles down the hall of a behind-locked-doors old age facility. Shuffles off to a dining room where she indulges in overeating, something she's never done before. Is grossly overweight and has less of a memory than a goldfish.

For years she and my father turned up on a regular basis at the doctors to overdose on drugs they didn't need so many of, and looked after their health. My father died almost in his sleep. My mother isn't. She's as healthy as a horse where it doesn't count. She cannot do anything with her day except eat. I don't want to end up like this. They say it's only those left behind that suffer sadness but for my own personal ambitions, I don't want to leave anyone feeling this sad and sorry for me.

This person used to be my mother. Now she's just another vegetable. Is this to be my inheritance. Relief when she is no longer with us? Don't answer this question unless you are in the same boat because you will never never know what this feels like unless you are.

Ever get the feelin'

Ever get the feeling you are the only feather in the cap? That the blog is falling on deaf ears? That you are ringing the bell, ie., pulling the rope but the dingaling is missing? That you are making pea and ham soup but forgot to buy the ham? That you have a television but lost the remote control?

Um...

what the heck. At least the blog is being utilized today, and who knows, one day when I am really, really famous, somebody will be sorry they missed my famous tomes.

I really hate these phone calls from India at dinner time. They try to sell me all sorts of things. Holiday resort packages. Cheap holidays if I change electricity provider. Make my current cell phone redundant. Casino deals.

I usually hate their calls and do the Seinfeld thing. I ask them for their phone number and I'll ring them back at my convenience. They hang up.

The latest opinion poll was for what men want. Guess. How did you guess so quickly?

Yes. They want beautiful women with big breasts. They like beautiful women with big breasts and an open pleasant personality. They like beautiful women who want plenty of sex. For this a poll was wasted? For this some academic has written a Ph.d?

But I can do an opinion poll and save money on what women want.

George Clooney and a very large bank account. You see? It works both ways. And if Clooney isn't available then the large bank account will do. So? Okay! I'm not fussy!!!

Freedom of Speech.

We are on the very verge of losing it. This current government are hard at work to curb free speech. If it isn't in their favor they don't like it. Of course nobody likes adverse comments on their achievements or lack of them. And political bias has always existed. But as they say, "I don't agree but I will defend your right to say it".

At the moment there are steps underway by the Greens Party to hold an enquiry into what their leader considers to be adverse commentary on his party's policies. The Greens have formed an alliance with another party and gained power far beyond the mandate or lack of it by Australia's citizens.

I shudder when I think of the precedent set during WWII by Hitler. We saw the results of that.

We need to be vigilant. Drop your political beliefs. The right to say what you think, right or wrong is much more important.