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Elon Musk did it. Hosted Saturday Night live and geeks and haters and Late Night aficionados world wide tuned in to catch his SNL debut. I did. I was excited to see how he presented. There was so much offhand hatery presaging his appearance. People were outraged he was invited to host. There were spurious accusations of mistreatment of staff and the odd article appeared impugning his character while falling short of defamation.
Thank You Texas For Taking Elon Musk
I think most of the rumblings of discontent were generated by pissyness that he recently moved to Texas and wasn’t too happy about the spectre of unions organizing on his shop floor.
What else? Oh. He thought Coronavirus was a well-perpetuated hoax or it was a myth that it was as contagious as it was. “The Coronavirus panic is dumb” Musk tweeted on March 6th. He criticized lockdown encouraging his workers to continue to work and advocating for an approach like Sweden’s which initially pursued a no lockdown herd immunity approach it later abandoned.
Which actually makes him not that much different from, well many people who were popping up all over my Facebook feed that time last year (March through May). No one wanted to wear a fucking mask and many thought it was a sign that our freedoms were being eroded. That it was a cunning plot by the Democrats to steal the election. Turns out the Democrats didn’t need any help. Either they were well organized ahead of time to do it on their own or Trump shot himself in the foot enough times over and over it was a walk in the park. Masked up of course. The two men showed some similarities in their beliefs and behaviors last year One word. Chloroquine. Musk wondered on twitter if it would be effective in the fight against Covid after it was used to treat him when he fell ill with a deadly form of Malaria: Falciparum in 2000
But while Trump would double down and lash out on Twitter and in real life: thus ensuring his Megalomania ego part would dominate and take charge of the rest of his personality, Musk has an endearing ability to pause in the aftermath of any misstep, impulsive tweet or action  and self reflect and take ownership of his presentation to the world.
He makes a comment in the opening SNL skit about being reduced to “the dumbest thing they ever did”! (He smoked a suss cigar on a Joe Rogan podcast in November 2018. ) This caused Tesla shares to drop and two execs to walk. “one time I smoked weed on Joe Rogans podcast. It makes makes me look like I go from podcast to podcast lighting up joints”, said Musk last Saturday!
“I reinvented the electric car and I’m sending humans to Mars on rocket ships. Did you also think I was going to be a chill normal dude?” He laughed on SNL

He talked about having Asperger’s. By taking the mickey he did something wonderful. He freed up the topic of atypical intelligence and linked it to behavior which brings it up for discussion. If a billionaire Wunderkid can take the piss out of himself and acknowledge the odd pratfall but, get this: Not apologize for his actions because. Really? Where’s the harm? He got a little stoned once on air. So what. He mostly adds value to his company and what CEO doesn’t get up the nose of some of his execs or directly impact on the value of the company stock. They can’t rise in a straight line forever.
He’s not friendly to unions. The unions are one of the checks and balances of life but Musk isn’t obliged to see eye to eye philosophically or politically with anyone. No-one is.

He’s certainly comfortable with who he is and what he believes in. That is far more enviable than the billions. I must photoshop myself into a photo with him and osmose off that confidence.

Speaking of neurodivergence. I did some neuropsyche testing recently. The results came back. I found on top of, well. Everything 🙂 Like the 5cm hole in my head from the stroke. I have ADHD. Essentially I have a great idea and I can’t pay attention to it! OR I just get bored and you won’t see me for a couple of years. So anyway. A schedule is a key for ADHD and right now I am getting ready to write a book and the only way to do that is consistency and a calendar. I think the lesson that can be learned in the case of Musk is that self awareness is key, be non apologetic and then use your neurodivergence to your strength. Because if you’re at all atypical your brain has immense untapped potential.

 

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Meghan Markle delivered! Isn’t she fantabulous!

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I picked it as a boy. The bump was so high. How could it not be a boy!
It was the baby delivery we were all were waiting for! We all wish her and Harry the best. I remember my oldest son was difficult from the get-go 🙂
I didn’t get the natural birth as he was breech. His legs came out kicking after the doctors tried to turn him (an inversion)
He was so tall! I ran interference for him continuously! Oh I could tell you the stories. And now he’s 6ft”3 and playing American Football. Defensive on the Line. The first time he played he took out the Tackle and the Guard and the Coach said you’re gonna take us all the way to the NFL with this aggressiveness! 🙂

Anyway, I just shared on Instagram how my blog was about the Beauty and Pain!
I have taken this from a blog: Drugs over Dinner.Org:

People don’t know how to deal with consciousness. We’re programmed to believe that the only thing real is what we think and believe. Our culture doesn’t teach that there’s an alternative to living in our heads, so we’re stuck in these thoughts and they torture us. People who’ve been hurt so much that they can’t stand it anymore have to find something to do. Otherwise, it’s like sitting in a fire. It’s completely understandable that people struggle with addiction.

he stories we replay in our minds about our lives are so painful. That’s what drives some people to drugs. The stories are painful, and they just keep playing, and we keep reacting and reinforcing them. My best solution after being though a lot is to get out and garden! 🙂 And draw lots of smiley faces! And keep up with current events!

From my garden. Just to show that not every rose has a thorn 🙂

Yeah that’s shit. Everyone knows every rose has a thorn. But our boys grow and surprise us 🙂

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Did I tell you what else hurts! The stories people leave you with.

One of my favs was honest Kev! Did I talk about 9/11? I think I did. When I hung outwith honest Kev, my heart broke for him. His dad cleaned up in the aftermath you see; his Dad was dying because of this.Mesothelioma.  His Dad is dying after cleaning up post-9/11. Kev had a coke habit. Kev was such a good guy and he always treated me like a lady!
One of the guys; people who love you will love you and sing your praises!

This one is for Kev! 🙂

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Write hard and clear about what hurts.” ~ Ernest Hemingway

 

It’s all very difficult to front up and say this: I’ve been on a journey. If you know me personally, you will know this.

https://www.facebook.com/EnlightenedHousewife/

Scroll to see the back story! It’s been six months in the making! Now I have some peace of mind. After an arduous journey, I find peace and simplicity in my garden and walking my dog 🙂
The hardest task is to write hard and clear about what hurts! I could say that I had fallen down the rabbit hole of addiction, again! I was well aware that I was physically compromised at the age of 26. I gave up drinking for an entire decade. All my children were born when I was sober. For a decade. Did this protect me, No! Asshole alcohol!
I moved to California after giving up abstinence and at first , my excitement and love of life protected me. Then I found myself on a roller-coaster. I was completely honest with my friends. I’ve had to sometimes medically give up alcohol in case I suffered bad events from giving up too quickly. This is hard to admit to. In America you are expected to be a cookie cutter Mom! On one level it is fabulous! Who doesn’t want to live on a screen set! And on another level I feel like I’m set up for high expectations This is not an excuse. This is me. I’m in my early forties, a driver today said I looked around thirty.  Even if I have a booze habit (receding behind me) I’ll take the compliment!

Haha!
From now on, once I lose the stupid craving and depression from giving up alcohol, I will strive to give you tips on living well.
I have met so many people. I have met fellows with PTSD. We sat around a table once and we were all shaking. I learnt that one had been airlifted from 9/11 to Kabul with five days notice. Thereupon after digging limbs from the rubble in 9/11, and upon arrival in Kabul, they were confronted with a canteen that had bullet marks head height.  A rain of them. If this guy had been there a day before, he might not have been alive. Another guy had to refuel bombers in midair. There was no room for mistakes.
I learned that PTSD can be caused by an absent Dad with mental health issues. My Mom was awesome by the way. But it takes one person in the wrong place to cause indelible harm. I want to speak to all of you. There are so many hurt and injured. From the girl who took off from treatment (trigger) to the Tenderloin and was raped at gunpoint.
It’s such a struggle.An everyday struggle. I love you all. (Trigger) My hairdresser who was raped at the age of four and all of the numerous friends who have recounted straight faced  their time when the big bad wolf got them. This includes guys. The Catholic church hung crosses around the necks of boys ho were vulnerable. They were marked as prey.
Dear friends. There is peace. And hope. The road is worthwhile.

 

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As most of us aren’t. I’ve cocked up in recent years but the kids are happy and doing well at school. I guess were I’ve gone wrong is from going from sober back to drinking. I have to say here that I have never drunk while pregnant or breastfeeding. Hubby is taking three months off work so I can be a cock-up in style bless his heart. 🙂 I am lucky to say I have so many people that down right love me or wish me well 🙂 I’ve just had my French cousin Chloe visiting and she is such a dote. And my Mom is arriving on Tuesday. To hold the fort lol I’ve twisted my ankle and to be honest am still fighting the battle with the booze but not as bad. Mostly I’m sticking to the beer and mucking around on the internet. I might have to go into Hospital for a few days on Monday. For my ankle and to get benzos to get orf the booze. Wish me luck. I’ll update. I’m fairly fucking resourceful when it comes to getting booze. Ha I managed to Uber down to get for bottles earlier. But I do want to get off.  I have my heroes Rob and Paddy. And Shaun from AA. I was the NZ poster girl for AA but got bullied. Other than that I loved it.

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I’m judging the idiot that Ubered me last night and couldn’t speak English. I was desperate for a piece of cake, some ice-cream and a bottle of booze. It was my birthday So I get an Uber down to Safeway as I’m old enough to know when I shouldn’t be driving.

I’d had three beers for lunch  At this stage, let others do the driving for me.
This wanker pulls up in a twenty year old Honda. Yammers all the way in down in pidgin to the Supermarket and then he fucking bails on me outside the trolley park. I told him I’d give him a tip if he waited and he drives the fuck off.

Mom made me edit this post. Hope you got the chance to read the first version 🙂

I’m gonna hunt out my male friends who can take my cussing. As my addiction doctor says when doing the rounds: “Are you eating pooping, cussing and praying 🙂 ”

 

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Mobiles.

What is with brats these days. I’m losing the battle. 🙂 My loin-fruit, (beloved offspring) won’t move from the bed without charge. For the mobile phone.

I never had a cellphone until I was 23. Then I was mocked mercilessly for being a try-hard. Within weeks everyone had one and we were texting each other from one end of the dinner table to the other. Bit of harmless fun. We knew it was a novelty. We still had a phone connected to the wall and one fucking screen.
As I type this, every brat has a screen and a phone. The phone is connected to their hand and Fuck knows how they play Fortnite with the extra appendage, but they manage. And if I tell them to lose the screen time, they bitch about how awful a Mother I am.
Cockheads, the lot of them but they run as a pack. They’re all on the same page. Currently I have one son playing with a friend in Tahoe. His Avatar name is Deeznuts.
This kid yells so loud I feel like I have another child in the house.
My son’s Avatar is Lickmaballs, BTW. 🙂

And this morning,  oldest called me on his mobile to bring him a towel!
A fucking towel! From the other end of the House. While I was enjoying my morning cuppa. Couldn’t drip his way to the linen closet. Gobshite.

The girl is as bad. She’s almost always flat out like a flounder on the couch with her eyes glued on a screen. She can hold her own in Roblox and Fortnite though. Small mercies.

At least I got these guys out to the sand-pit today and away from screens. 🙂 My youngest. Twins. And I finally got the second eldest out of bed without a cattle-prodder.

I can still hear Deezenuts hollering in the lounge. My son,  Lickmaballs is hollering back.

I have a full bag of white chocolate and a cup of tea to hand. Wish me luck 🙂

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It’s totally weird emigrating from a country where the school year logically ends at the end of the calendar year to America where the school year ends halfway through the year! Yet I accepted it unquestioningly on first year here. We left at the end of the school year in Summer and landed midway through, in Winter.

We landed New Year’s Eve 2011. What a shit-show of a trip, that was. Five kids. Eighteen pieces of carry on luggage including three strollers.

I have to say that the Air New Zealand staff were arrogant and rude on the flight out. I had one baby with a shit in their diaper and I was lining up at the cabin door after handing all our boarding passes over,desperate for assistance and I was told by some prissy trolly dolly: “No, you can’t board yet”. Finally we got on and I spent a good ten minutes wiping poop outta cracks. If I’d been able to get to it when it first happened it wouldn’t have been so bad.

The stench didn’t leave the aisle for about twenty minutes after take-off. I deflected the side-eyes with smiles and pretended it was someone else’s kid. Or maybe the old man across the way was incontinent, I suggested with glances and a tilt of my head.

The service started when we arrived at SFO. The dour looks of the Air NZ staff changed to smiles and assistance. That’s what it is to receive service in the U.S. On one hand, everyone is equal but on the other hand, if you’re in a position of service, you go above and beyond. The culture around tipping has a lot to do with it. On part of both the tipper and the receiver. Where I come from, it’s not uncommon to hear some bitching about the tipping culture. “Oh that’s so hard”! “I’m so glad there is no tipping in New Zealand. One word, folks: “Tight”. Probably a lot to do with ancestry. New Zealand ancestors are largely Scottish and English, particularly Northern England and who wouldn’t want to emigrate from some of those towns that never see Summer. My own ancestors came from a town near Manchester. Good dour, swarthy breed on that side. Not tight. Good with money. Business people. Every one of us has started or married a small business owner.  Tradies by nature. House painters, roofers and builders. I broke the mould by marrying a tech guy. Except when I met him, (A) he had hair and (B) we were both students with no apparent future to speak of. It’s only in hindsight that I was lucky and I found a Keeper. He built and sold a business to Silicon Valley and  now here we are!
I’m still a tradie by nature. I’m in charge of our rentals which are meant to provide a stream of income for both our kids education and our old age. Oh the sights I have seen being a landlady. You can’t run rentals without Street-Smarts. I’m always on the lookout for this quality in my kids.

#1. Has the street-smarts. I’ve never worried about him. His survival instinct is finely tuned. You could drop both him and I in the roughest part of Oakland and we’d both stroll out smiling. I’d have made a bunch of new friends and he’d go in with a Hundy in his pocket and come out with Five. Not a bad rate of return.

#2. Whereas #1 was walking home from school at the age of five, I didn’t let #2 walk home until he was ten. Because he would get in the car with anyone. Prime target for Redo the Paedo.

Tipping is easy. If you can’t tip then you’re not as smart as a fourth Grader. Percentages, folks. If someone goes above and beyond, and my hairdresser does on a regular basis, it’s 25%. that’s 10% * 2 and half again.
10% of a Hundy is 1$10. Double that and add half again. Easy, right?  $25 bucks that goes straight into the pocket of the other person. Because you can guarantee the wage they are paid won’t cover their living expenses. Especially here in the Bay Area. And there is none of the minimum wage bullshit in these parts. You get paid what the market deems. If you can’t live on that, then you get a second fucking job. And if you’re sick or on leave. You don’t get paid. No show up to Work?  No get paid. A bit like when I was young. My first wage was $2.78 an hour. Double time on Saturdays. I was a fifteen year old shelf stacker at our local supermarket. The union guys used to come in and we used it as an excuse for an extra smoko:

“Smoko”,is a term used in Australian EnglishNew Zealand English and Falkland Islands English for a short, often informal, cigarette break taken during work or military duty, although the term can also be used to describe any short break such as a rest or a coffee/tea break. Among sheep shearers in Australia, “smoko” is a mid-morning break, between breakfast and lunch, in which a light meal may be eaten.

So. We arrived in SFO. New Years Eve 2011. People rushed to our assistance. We prepared to queue for ages to get through immigration. But no! Either we looked like a hot mess or SFO is just great at anticipating customer flow, but to our surprise, an immigration official came up to us! “Come this way”!
They opened up a separate immigration desk for us! The benefits of having a large family.

And so began our journey to these shores. A shit in a diaper; a glass of wine crossing the equator to celebrate the New Year, some shirty air hostesses in the air and smiles and assistance upon landing.

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So here we are. The trouble really started at the age of 42.

Answer to the Ultimate Question of Life, the Universe, and Everything (42)

The Answer to the Ultimate Question of Life, The Universe, and Everything. Shout-Out to Hitchhiker’s guide to the galaxy

In the radio series and the first novel, a group of hyper-intelligent pan-dimensional beings demand to learn the Answer to the Ultimate Question of Life, The Universe, and Everything from the supercomputer, Deep Thought, specially built for this purpose. It takes Deep Thought 7½ million years to compute and check the answer, which turns out to be 42. Deep Thought points out that the answer seems meaningless because the beings who instructed it never actually knew what the Question was.

I know what the question is.: Believe it or fucking not:
At the age of 42 you start to question all your fucking beliefs. If you’re a bird you come out of the fog of child-bearing and think: shit: “I did pretty good at that, but what do I do now!” How much did I screw up (even though I know I screwed up nothing other than forgetting to take care of myself. )
And if you’re predisposed to addiction, you’ve got a fucking journey ahead of you. For me it’s booze (though I spent ten years off it and sober while I had my five kids), I’m also addicted to food and relationships.

Relationships
I put people up on a pedestal, just like that. Then my self-esteem becomes inextricably linked.  More about this later. Mostly I’m just tired and need a good feed and a good sleep. And some good music!

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We all have Fear. I’ve made mistakes in the past eighteen months. Ha ha Hubby would say the last two years. He’s better with numbers and spatially. I’m good with the lingo. Learning three languages at once. And I always go with what Hubby says. He’s more reliable on facts though I have managed to raise five children and continue to. They’re annoying me being glued to the screens and two have pre-teen acne and I can’t get ’em to brush their hair! The hair! But all are healthy. And as I think I have said before, in the past, I have switched from booze to food to relationships. But although the deer and the skunks and the moles regularly turn up, so does humour. Oh and the gophers. Gophers suck the most as they eat the roots of trees. Moles just dig up your lawn.
As a good friend of mine once said. “Any day above ground is a good day”.
So sometimes I feel like I am going to get eaten up with worry and it just comes back to basics! Eat well; eat lots of protein and worry less.

And laugh a little. That’s what will see you into later years.

Oh and we get a Space Force! Courtesy of Trump.

New Zealand? On the baby watch. Everybody is asking the hard question: When does Happy Spangler take over.

I’ll leave with this:

What’s the difference between a bachelor and a married man? Bachelor comes home, checks out what’s in the fridge & goes to bed. Married man comes home, checks out what’s in the bed & goes to the fridge.

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