Winners and Losers

We’ve just had the Grand Final of football, which this year was between two Victorian teams. What really amazes me is how the losing team is viewed by themselves and their fans. For God’s sake, they got to the Grand Final, doesn’t that count for something. It is like they are the worst people in the world because they lost. There has to be a loser in these games.

The team that lost was the favourite to win and perhaps they went in feeling a bit cocky or something, I don’t know. But you would think it was the worst thing in the world that they lost. I know the ultimate is winning the grand final but one guy was on there lamenting how much they had let themselves down and how bad they were. It’s almost like it isn’t right to say, well, the other team played better on the day, good on them, we lost but at least we got to the grand final. They have to beat up on themselves, say how bad they are and make out that they need to hide their heads in shame or something. It just amazes me.

And the fans are even worse. What happened to supporting your team and saying, well done guys, you reached the grand final, so in no way have you let us down. It baffles me that every year this happens to the loser of the grand final. I know it is disappointing and being the winner is what they aim for but what happened to being gracious in losing? Besides that, Hawthorn, the winning team haven’t won a grand final for 17 years, so bloody good on them!!



Kaz

Misty Girl Again

I love this photo I took recently of my Misty girl. She has a typical Misty look on her face,
"damn, she's got that thing pointed at me again!!",
"I'll just stare at her with my what the ***** are you doing look",
"Damn, it didn't work, she still took it!!"
"Hope she got my beautiful side!!"




Kazza

Life Time Membership

I was very proud today to be made a lifetime member of the place I do volunteer work at. I received a certificate and some beautiful flowers.






Kazza

Misty

I gave my beautiful little dog a bath this afternoon. Misty is sixteen and a half and still very sprightly for her age. And still very capable of giving me an insulted, hard done by doggy look!! Not so much from the bath, although she doesn’t really like that either but definitely from being brushed afterwards. She hates it!! I also have to give her a trim because she has long hair that gets knotty.

I would think after sixteen years she would be used to being brushed but nope – its trauma every time!! I have a lot of leaves and blossom that has come off my fruit tree out the back and Misty picks it up in her hair. So it is a matter of cutting her hair a bit to give her some distance from the ground. She’s like her human mum, too close to the ground!! But it’s like trying to trim and brush a moving target.

In summer she gets a really short trim because she feels the heat so much. I usually get my friend to help me with that because it’s too big a job. I hold and my friend normally does the trimming. She feels so different when she’s had a really close haircut and looks like a puppy. It’s not exactly a top job haircut but it does the job of keeping her cooler. She’s a gorgeous little dog and I wish I could have captured that sulky expression that was on her face when I was brushing her just now and trimming her hair. It gave me a laugh, even if she wasn’t impressed!!



Kaz

What do I want?

I’m so sad inside and I don’t know why
Or maybe it is denial, not wanting to see
A depression that sits in my soul
And brings tears to my eyes.
I don’t want this life that is nothing
A sameness of everyday that just keeps going
I want something else, if I only knew what
I don’t want to be sad, to not feel any joy
But I can’t seem to make my mind happy
I try to figure out why but it feels like going in circles
And coming back to the same thing again
I can’t force myself to get over what I’m feeling
When life looks bleak and everything looks grey
And it feels like something vital is missing
I just want to smile and laugh again, like I mean it
Not feel like life isn’t worth living.

Kaz

Daisy's galore

As promised Kahless this is my front garden, which is in full bloom with daisy's at the moment. They look a little bit blurred but I'm not sure if it is the camera or me!! LOL












Kaz

Masks

It happens
Time after time after time
A grief and a deep sadness
A trigger, doesn’t have to be much
But enough to go right to the heart
She puts on a mask
A smiling face and an enjoyment
So that nobody knows how much it hurts
A nagging inside her mind
A knowing that she just isn’t good enough
A picture of a mother
Daughter sitting between her legs
No arms to hold her tight
Child rigid, sitting on the rock
A sense of aloneness, voices teasing her mind
Too heavy to sit on mothers knee
To heavy to be carried inside by dad
And a brother who always got what she wanted
Who wasn’t too heavy, who could be carried
And a child who cried at night time
Where nobody could see her tears
And a sadness that seems to never go away.

Kaz