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Good evening... soon to be morning for me at least... as it is now 11.50... There is a young girl at work who is pregnant... well not that young... I must ask her her age... you know the type though... she is an HR Manager rather good looking in an odd sort of way... and has the management personality... young confident good looking and successful...

As is my wont I have been teasing her about it... and I made the comment that her pregnancy had changed her relationship with her husband... she asked me in what way... it got me thinking about it... relationships I mean... the thing about children is that ... yes they change your relationships with your partner your parents your other children... but most of all it changes your relationship with yourself... which got me thinking about all the other things that happen the death of parents the success or failure of work or marriage... the thing is life is all about relationships but the one you have with yourself is the most interesting and the one we work at the least... in fact we subsume the one we have with ourselves in deference to the relationships we have with others... no answers here I'm afraid... my message today is think about how you interact with yourself more specifically ego to id... there has to be a balance somewhere... I am convinced that achieving that balance between ego and id is the key to happiness...

oh and big breasts help also...

uppie rant

A lot of us here are sick of the Blobbit…. Even though I live in Matamata which is the home of Blobbiton… and we have a statue of Gollum in the middle of town… that every time I go past it, has people in front of it getting their photo taken… and we have bus tours out to the movie set… I say fuck Warner’s and fuck Peter Jackson take your movie to China and hire yourself a whole lot of slit eyed Blobbits and make your movie there on the cheap… I know we are all Mexicans with cell phones here but if we Kow Tow to every black mailing pirate corporation that wants more money and law changes to do business here.. Then we might as well be serfs doffing our caps to the master every time he spits in our face… Rant over…