A momentous occasion in history and I'm sick to fucking death hearing about it.

It was technically yesterday, but low and behold... Michael Jackson died of a heart attack, or was it a stroke? or maybe a coma? who the fuck knows and to be honest who cares?

I hate nothing more than a bloody media frenzy and this is an ocean going fur lined bugger and you just know it's not going to calm again for some time, driving anyone who really couldn't give a monkeys arse completely mental.

But the worst of it? The whole "social networking" reaction to such news... OMG! WHO WOULD HAVE THOUGHT IT? HOW WILL WE GO ON?
Oh, get down from that cross, somebody needs the wood.

Has everyone all of a sudden forgotten just how not quite right in the head this person was?
Changing his own skin colour from black to white (oh good name for a song that)
Pulling little boys about and then the best one, dangling his own toddler over a hotel balcony.

But no! this man has produced so many wonderful pieces of music - this is a fact I do not dispute in the slightest but to describe him as "My generations Elvis Prestley" You can fuck right off there matey.

So tell me at what point in his life was Elvis a paedophile?

Fucking edjits I tell you.
Sooner that blokes buried burned and out of the media I will be a much happier bunny I can tell you. Fucking retard with money... dangerous combination that.

Rant over - go enjoy your lives now people, nothing else to see here.

Oh - that was a bonus!

Amazing how quickly six months can pass by.

Not only did my big boss man call me in yesterday to have our "6th month overhaul" as such but its also means I have just about been off the fags for a whole half a year (well give or take till next Wednesday)

So not only am I now the proud owner of a pay rise... of a job which has Little legs jealous of due to just how little time I actually work but I am also a happy little bee too! Scary really!

Ok so there are parts of my life currently that I am not exactly ecstatic about - like:

1. Little legs starting his deployment tat on 27th July.
2. The fact that I still owe my Mum a LOT of money for the time I didn't have a job but working on that now.
3. The fact that Db, is getting on and I wont have her for much longer but she still as happy as ever.

However, I can really honestly say I actually have more things I love about life than the other way round which is a shock.

1. I have finally found someone I want to spend the rest of my life with
(assuming he can put up with me of course!)
2. I have now given up the fags totally and very proud of myself for that fact but couldn't have done it without a good reason and I think Little legs is a bloody good reason if you ask me!
3.I actually have a job which doesn't take all of my time, drain me of my soul and will to live and for some strange reason doesn't cause me as much physical pain as the old jobs did...

and many more but really can't list them now as I need to cut the grass!

So there you have it, I am (as Jean so delicately put it) enjoying every second of him still being home... for example, we went for a walk along the beach Saturday and it fucked it down with rain... but I loved it.

Stuck between a rock, a hard place and a short loud man.

.... all the same, I will see how it goes.

Seems other half has had the deployment date brought forward and will be starting the proceedings from Monday July 27th now and not 1st Sept as previously arranged - which is a bugger.

Obviously I am still very proud of the fact this is what he wants to do (and in some aspects) needs to do, but I am also very much aware of the fact that when I finally get my life where I want it to be, am very happy and for once - content, then bugger me a big chunk of "ohhh you could lose him in this whole situation" comes and gives me the 5 boot laces up the arse... as per usual.

Honestly, I really don't know where to put my head on this one. I love the boy to bits but am so concerned that I will never see him again if he goes over there just breaks my heart.

The worst part is every time I come up with a reason in my head why he shouldn't go - the rest of me realises it's just me being selfish.

So now I will just make the most of the time I do have with him and do the only thing I can, support him and make him realise that I love him to bits.