Zoo Danser

It's been a long, long time between posts I know, and that is probably caused by my brain being wired to underachieve. As it's no doubt known, laziness is caused by the amount of dopamine—a neurotransmitter involved with memory, processing emotions, and motivation—in certain brain regions that determines if someone is a go-getter or a slacker!

So, lacking in dopamine—a neurotransmitter, D-A-N-S-E-R for short, makes me the aforementioned Slacker.

Being a "DANSER" has made me uncoordinated in processing my emotions and has certainly prevented the motivation for those certain brain regions to move and thereby impeding my ability in adding anything here since the last post.

That said,  I decided by someone else telling me, it would be a good idea that we go to the zoo. Why? I don't really know... Anyway, we did.

I won't say much other than it was a long day, especially being my Highnesses official Charioteer as well as being my Queens Chancellery, opening the coffers for those whims of assorted sordid ice-cream delicacies and such.

None of which I'll show here, I was the ...

The Charioteer

The Lifter

What's That in the Back?

Ahhh, MAYBE HE'LL HELP

Glad You Arrived

HELP ME PLEASE

Hold It Right There

OH

There He Goes, Cheers!

Well, I guess it's just up to me to continue being the mule... so off we go then.

WHERE ARE WE?

Sit Back and Enjoy the Ride

It seemed like I took a wrong turn and stepped through a time vortex landing us, by the look of these, in Jurassic Park.

I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT IT IS

What?

I KNOW WHAT THAT IS THOUGH

Aha!

IT'S A PTERODACTYL

Extinct Not

SOME PRIMITIVE MAMMAL THING

Koala

A CERATOPS OF SOME KIND

Mate!

AND A SABRETOOTH KITTY MINUS THE SABREs

Cutie

Obviously there were many more animals my paleontologist and her man servant (me) saw and we did have a marvellous time. After leaving the Zoo my happy girl had a swing in a playground and ran around a bit on the grass collecting flowers until...

RUN

Be Free

SHOULD HAVE STAYED IN THE CHARIOT

Oopsy

And a happy ending it seemed, oh my. Well this DANSAR is going now as I've lost the motivation to continue.

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Plants vs Zombies

I was away for a while and returned to find the Zombies were still here... OH NOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Something has got into those neurons that assist us Humans to go forth and conquer! Those parts that put us apart from the mere Zombies whose whole being is to walk around and eat and devour this Earth. Those that have no care and just feed... leaving the carcasses for the rest of us to pick up and try to discard. Those that just use... use....and use...  then expect the rest of civilisation to go and grab the pooper scooper. Oh once again I digress....

Plants vs Zombies?AAAAARGH

Can I say it has become an addiction for a certain plant-human? Should I even say who it is? I mean really, how could it have gotten this far? How could such a thing become such an obsession for one so intelligent?

An obsession can be described in many ways depending on what the obsession is... the domination of one’s thoughts or feelings by a persistent idea, image or desire.... I suppose, says I.

The domination of one's thoughts? No I don't think so.... Just go  now as I have Zombies to kill!

Amelie: "Papa? Can I go back on?"

Papa: "NOOOOOOOOOO! I need to win!"

Amelie: "Papa, I already did that level."

Papa: "!#@$%!%^$#@$%... you could have told me 2 hours earlier!"

Amelie: "I did, you Zombie"

Plants vs Zombies? Not good for those over 40.

Good Night. Oh hang on, there is a little bugger trying to get through  oh, I'M ON IT!

Amelie: "Paaapaaaaaa! C'mon!"

Oh NOOOOOOOOOO! Going now.

They ate my brains in more ways than one

How could it become such an obsession? I mean really... Damn you Plants vs Zombies.

About Time!

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Gone leaving the Zombies behind

I have gone to see my Parents in Sydney and having doing so have left something behind that is the whole of my being. I wonder what that could be?

I wonder what you could think it could be? That which is my wholeness within me pondering that there is something missing and that can be once again whole, considering, that I have gone.

If you didn't understand, no matter, as I lost myself there too.

Unless....? It was that wholeness that gave me the thought and feeling of ONE that is the cause of the emptiness of the whole within me?

But really that is neither here nor there. The reality is, I have gone to the other side of this vast country without my co-pilot.

In the short time I have been away, it has been hard on both of us. She has cried at my departure I have cried at departing. She has cried on Skype because she doesn't have me there helping her with Plants vs Zombies.

I have cried because I'm worried she may erase the level we are at on Plants vs Zombies. Ohh the tragedy of distance!

Seriously though, even if all above may seem fictional to you, it is not. I have just omitted the real whole that is in my heart. As I miss my Zombie Killer the moments I'm away.

I have Gone!

I miss my Mimi! 

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A Single Entity

As you may or may not have noticed I have been away due to the dreaded Man-Flu and since being found clinically alive have still stayed clear of my 'Precious', (Other than Raising Amelie or the Ring that Binds us all... I just mean this Blog)

In that time of absenteeism I can say that I have been busy, in that I have been playing, I mean teaching a certain up and coming Tycoon, the intricacies of a certain board game. You may have guessed by the title of this post I suppose -or not- is about Monopoly.

‘The domination of a market by a single entity!’

After teaching my 4 year old the basic rules, we began. Straight off the bat my little entrepreneur started buying. That is all good, but every move I made I was already paying rent as I kept landing on the properties she had just purchased (mortgaged). Around and around we went. I did manage to buy a few estates but unfortunately they weren't in the best locale, so rentals were quite cheap. Yet I was still surviving the rat race.

It continued... And with every community chest I was giving out money whereas my events coordinator was receiving. A couple of times in jail didn't phase my fraudster as she had most of the properties and by the rules still gets paid the rent. A good 2 hours were spent by both of us trying to dominate the other 'of the fellowship.' What fun!

I was Decimated! I mean gave in. Oh let's play again then. After you go count it all.

Monopoly~ Dominated by a single entity?

Yes! As it should be! As that is what the game intended. As that is the fabric that rules our world. It's the dogma that keeps the strong stronger and makes the many weak and insignificant. It is all about making money and who cares who you make a pauper.

It is about a single person among the few (or many) to truly decimate those around us by procuring what others in our fellowship have struggled to own through hard work, sweat and tears. It is for a single entity to buy, buy out, make it impossible for your fellow to truly be financially free, pretty much like a government (Taxes) or a bank (mortgage, fees)...

I was very pleased and thankful that when I was down to my last dollar and couldn't pay my rent Amelie gave back, by helping out the more unfortunate (i.e.. Me.) and was happy doing so. You may be thinking...

“Oh well she wanted the game to continue," but I say, “She did feel bad and wanted to give, rather than take." Because as soon as she did give, it was time to finish the game.

A single entity doesn't mean a single person, it means ONE and that ONE is us all, together as a Species, as Humans and as a Family.

All in all my Rockefeller and I did have fun and were, as One. A Single Entity!!!

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Helter Skelter

How tedious are some games? Well let me tell you that this particular game is up there with the best of the time consuming ones.
Helter Skelter or KerPlunk by it's other just as frustrating name, is not a bad game by any means but it's just that it takes so frickin' long to set up! My eyes are failing and my hands shake so it's no wonder setting up this particular game get's my nerves on edge.

My adversary though, thrives on my inability to keep the pieces from tumbling before the game has even commenced.

I definitely need a prepper (is that a word?), to set up the Skelter that is this Helter. Until then I shall persevere as I do, to the amusement of my opponent.

Aaaargh! 20 minutes to have it ready and 2 minutes for it to finish leaving me not only frustrated but apparently the Loser too!

I think, to relax, I'll just listen to this piece of serene muzak... Oh and just like the video. When you think it's over... off we go again.


So, in the words of John Lennon, "I've got blisters on me fingers!!!!

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14th of Feb is not Valentines Day

What's this all over the web-o'-sphere about Valentine's day? I mean really?


Yes I know it is the 14th of February and that does mean that this day happens to coincide with something to do with giving gaudy balloons or wilting flowers and oh, let's not forget giving your special someone a huge box of chocolate, which you as well as they will be complaining about down the track when the pants or skirt are just a little too tight around the area where 'said' chocolate will end up.

I mean really, what a waste of money not to mention the falseness that this day is we call Valentine's Day. Love should be celebrated all year round, minus the chocolate and terribly lame gift cards. But I think I have digressed from the point I alluded to by the heading of this post and that is...that the 14th of February is not Valentine's Day!

I could go into all sorts of reasons why this day in our day and age is nothing more than a marketing tool for taking more out of our coffers than putting love into our hearts or I could go on about the beginnings of what we perceive to be an actual day of reverence to a Martyred Saint (actually Saints) who all went by the same name Valentinius. The most known of which who was Saint Valentine, bishop of Terni. Unfortunately even He was never suggested as being a Patron of Lovers as Pope Gelasius I in 496 and the first to establish this day states, ".. whose names are justly reverenced among men, but whose acts are known only to God." Roughly translated as, "They did something but buggered if we know what!" But that's not the reason for the name of this post.

Chaucer, Methinks

You see, even if this day was brought about by the romantics of the 15th Century in particular the Father of English literature who wrote a fictional document and went by the name of Geoffrey Chaucer, does not mean that the 14th of February is Valentine's day!

But again I digress as the real truth about today, the 14th of February is...

It's Maximus' Birthday!!

Happy Birthday Mate on your day...  The 14th of Feb!!

Now to get the gaudy balloons and chocolate cake as this day of Love is only celebrated once a year you know?

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Lego. Stand Back

I had the joy and frustration yesterday in that I spent some time playing with my 'Architect' with those most famous of activity implements... Lego. 

Oh the joy in having your little one so enthused in creating something special from these blocks of plastic, oh the frustration when Papa tries to assemble the different parts she has created to make a whole construction.

Yes, frustration. Why? 

Well, through no fault of my 'labourer' I had what can only be described as "butter fingers" or the inability to realise that certain areas just may be overlapping a little too much thereby being somewhat heavy causing our structure to tip and collapse into a broken mess of tiny tiles. When this happened I was met by screams from my 'foreman' that I won't be getting paid anytime soon.  After explaining that this Lego may be inferior to others of the same ilk I was allowed to continue assisting. Needless to say also destroying what was turning into some behemoth of a design.

You see, I think the last time I touched Lego was when I was in my very early youth and I seem to recall I wasn't much good at it then either. Must be the quality of the pieces as it certainly can't be my lack of understanding in the laws of physics and construction.

Ahh Lego, Lego, Lego, I suggest you get a professional or stand back! Now... where can I hide the bloody thing? At least my head honcho was delighted with my efforts or was it the peanuts?

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Christmas 2011

Christmas morning... 6:40am

 I wake by a tapping on my head, I open my eyes and there beside me is my baby girl. I say, "Good Morning, Merry Christmas."
"Merry Christmas Papa, do you know if Santa came?"
"No I don't, so let's go check." Amelie's response to that was, "Even if Santa didn't come I will still be happy." This coming from my 3 year old took me by surprise, I felt very proud and then I thought, "Cool! I can save money next year by getting nothing." You know I will but it was a thought... 

Christmas morning... 6:45am
Cookie crumbs and a half glass of milk by the tree, "Santa ate my cookies!!!
He should take a packed lunch." I wasn't happy. Still, all presents were well received by my young Elf.

Not So Fast!

Now Back to Making Sand Angels

Hope you all had a wonderful Christmas 2011

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Street Performance

A bit tight at the moment so had to send the youngest to earn some money to pay the rent.

A Street Performance

THE MIME

Don't Judge Me

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Kicking

The night time ritual has not changed. (No... we are not Satanists) I mean the same routine in getting my 'sleep-a-phobic' to bed has not been altered.

You see... even though the routine is the same as in Dinner, a little TV, Story Time and brushing of teeth, the hour being the same and as well as the bed being the same there seems to be a slight discrepancy. There are also the same excuses as mentioned in an older post but now with a little more in-depth questioning.

Yet... It has changed.

There was once a time when there was a cot, a cot that the 'one', so we thought, could not escape from and was happily Sleeping In.  Well it was just a cot really. Anyway, that cot had had its day when my little acrobat took a nasty fall. The very next day we bought a bed and that bed has been doing its job quite well, until now!

It's the wee hours after midnight when I am awaken by a 'thud', that wouldn't be a problem if this whack was somewhere other than to the back of my head or back. Thank goodness I have not as yet been kicked somewhere where men will cry about for days.

What has happened? Why is the bed not doing its purpose? Is it the stories she listens to at story-time or some shows she watches on television? As now my football striker is afraid to be alone in a dark room and has been for the last couple of months using me as a practice soccer ball in my bed. Even if we put her down later than usual I still find a new bruise the following day or a leg that is stopping the flow of oxygen entering my mouth.

I seriously wouldn't mind so much if those legs attached to the little bed hog were kept on the other side of the bed and the headaches I have in the morning were self induced after a good night of partying.

What do we do to keep my future 'Beckham' to stay in her own room? Or, if she is in my bed, stop her legs from occupying the whole space and kicking a squashed, comatose man?

I think foot-binding may be a little extreme but I am seriously considering it.

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A Doodle

Amelie loves to draw and I think she is improving a great deal. Being three and a half now she has figured what makes the human form and especially facial features.

I must say I doodle a lot, as I have always enjoyed to draw. I do them quickly so they mostly look crap and I do most of my doodling whilst on the net as I try to figure out, what the hell I am doing or going to do!

As you can see, oh boy!












Now back to my little Portrait Artist and what she has done, pay attention to the written description of her drawing she asked to write.

Well she might be drawing but not writing yet...

A Doodle

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Still Tangled

Special appearance from my Lead Singer on the Movie you all know I just absolutely Love!!! *Cough* Ohhhh

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Car Games

It's a car ride..  It is a long ride...  What do we do? Car Games of course.

There is a Dora the Explorer Card Game... yes!

In the backseat there is a box. The box contains cards, the cards have pictures and the rules, the rules are easy...  so I thought. It depends on who is reading the cards and really, what 3 year old can't read?

Most cards are OK as they are quite self explanatory. The cards are drawn from the pack.

The first to see a yellow car wins. (Side Note:  remarkable how many people like yellow)

The first to see a bird wins. (Side Note: I was looking for the wrong type of bird)

The first to see a stop sign wins.  (Side Note: I don't see stop signs as I feel they impede on the speed I want to achieve)

So far I am doing poorly but there is another card. A game within a game, I can't get wrong.

What animal am I? Make an animal noise and the other person has to guess what it is. Simple!

I'll go first...

Papa, "Moooo."

Amelie, "A cow."

Papa, "Good girl, your turn."

Amelie, "woof, oink, moo, neigh, baaaa"

Papa, "What? It has to be one animal, you can't do that."

Amelie, "It is one animal it is a Dogpigcowhorsesheep!"

Papa, "Alrighty then." A few seconds pass in silence, then, "Hey? Wasn't there a card of a stop sign?
Amelie, "Yes."
Papa, "Isn't there also a card in the box for us to spot a police car with flashing lights?"

Amelie, "Yes."

Me,  looking in the rear-view mirror, "Haha! I win!!"

Or did I?

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Out of the Mouths of Babes

What is this? A Vulcan Mind Meld? Oh NOOO

Yet before this, my Vulcan said, "I have a gum ( no Typo ) that will shoot you with fire, water and smelly turtles!  Bam! Bam! Bam!! You are now stinky!!!"

Hint Hint. Someone was having a lazy day I suppose and needed a mind meld and threats.

"Thanks Amelie, I shall shower now if my mind hasn't been wiped and if I can get up!"

"That's all right Papa, I was just pretending. I didn't shoot, but you are stinky. I'll help you get up with my mind."

Damn Vulcans...  They get me every time! Now I'll have to do something.

Live long and Prosper

Out of the Mouths of Babes, "Something that you say when a small child says something that surprises you because it shows an adult's wisdom and understanding of a situation."

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Can't Touch This

My life has turned from one who does to one who says don't.

With the curious one by my side obviously there are things that are so inviting to touch. Being so much more mature in age (not so much in mind), I still do know there are a few dangerous things that should not be touched.

I spend most of the the day saying one thing. "Can't touch this!"

But with my 3 and a half year old I see danger in every corner, wire, wall, fly. What has happened to let them learn for themselves? To be honest I have never agreed with that so I will keep saying...

"Can't Touch This!!!"

When is it OK to just look away? Mind you, I can't look away from that.

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Holding Hands

What is it with hands? What is it all about when someones hand is in your own it's all good but when that someone happens to be your child it is different? Why is it when that little hand is clutching mine I turn to jelly? Why is it when my daughters palm is against mine I feel such Love, such Hope, such Despair, such Devotion, such Joy, such Security, such Insecurity, such Fear? Why do I silently cry when those fingers are intertwined with mine?

I feel so much Love and Joy at being the Protector, the Nurturer, the Father clasping that hand. I feel I can Influence, Guide and Teach by being a Library of Knowledge. The Library of Ancient Alexandria!

Then why do I feel so Scared or so Sad?

Is it because I have lived and gone through all the shit in life I have been through to be where I am now? Am I just too sensitive or am I just insecure? I don't know!

As all I see is a small hand holding mine and when I feel it grasping mine with such Love and security I just break.

Can someone tell me..... I just don't get it!

What is it about Holding Hands?

"I fear everyday with such Love or is it I Love everyday with such Fear?" Alejandro

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Bow Down

I have come across a difficult issue these passed few days. I am not one to cow down (or is it cower down?) I am really not that fond of cows.

Any hoo, let's proceed shall we? My precious one, my offspring, my disillusioned girl has given a command...  That!

Whenever I or any other sycophant speaks to Her they first have to Bow or Curtsey. I am Sorry! But, there is no way in my Castle, will I bow down to anyone. Anybody even!

As I am King!

Where does My Princess get this from? Don't tell me, I will find out eventually. 'Cause I 'ain't Curtseying for no one! Or is it anybody?

BTW my knees are hurting. "What was that Me Lady? Be right there," sorry have to run.

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Incomprehensible?

I really don't know what is being said to me. I don't understand.

What am I hearing? A noise is reverberating from a distance. I can make out the muffled nuances and that they sound rather upset, yet. What? Oh well, unless that someone who is blaring incomprehensible words actually comes closer there is no way I will hear them, will I?

Can't they see, I'm busy? I am listening to something oh so much more comprehensible... Just look!

Comprehend That!

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