Introducing my new love child.

Daily I am plagued with quirks that I need to share- the volatile nature of the beast. I understand that by sheer nature this defines our individuality but I still question it.

However I digress... My ramblings shall come thick and fast- or slow and drizzly I haven't decided yet? Either way I'm sure you won't relate to what I am sayin' :)

This is my love child, the one momentary chain of thought that I cannot keep bottled inside any longer. Well two because I just started, right!

I 'cross' myself most times I reverse out the driveway in the car- 'specially when my kid is in tow. I'm not Catholic, or for that matter even religious. Strange, right?

I strongly dislike the word 'kitsch'. I don't think it should exist. If I ever meet anyone by this name I will struggle to not punch them in the face. People that describe things as 'kitschy' need to eff off and die.

The end for today- Thanks for the providing the confession booth Father Wireless. I have a feeling this blog is headed down the same path as Mel Gibson. If I become anti semantic you are welcome to knock me over the head with a shovel. Long term, I feel it is the only solution.

With much love from the shallow end of the gene pool.

Rach.