A typical Day in my LIfe.

A typical Day in my Life.
I am a woman in a gay relationship but it has not always been like this. So it’s fun and games. My family and animals make my life full of laughter and my friends with their endless questions about "HOW DOES IT WORK" has given me many a interesting conversation and even more so interesting questions from both my male and female friends.

What has struck me is the lack of confidence we people have in ourselves and our ability to make people happy and how to make them laugh. So this is not a lesson in the life of a gay woman but my life and the joys and tears as a gay woman and a mother and a sister, friend and career woman.

Like this morning;

While getting ready for work, late as usual, nothing new there, I decided to get ready with the animals in the house. Which I don't normally do. The dogs need to be outside while I perform this miracle of makeup, tight hold in the tummy panties, underwear that lifts the not so perky body anymore and grimace at the picture of this "vision" in front of me in the mirror.

"Oh my who has stolen my body and my face, I ask myself. I am sure I was sexier and prettier yesterday" This can’t be me. Where did the young person go? Now I am not ancient but there are days when I feel like a good Wine.... old and waiting to be appreciated!!! Oh well I pull clothes over the body armour and decide to have a cup of coffee on my bed while I watch the last few minutes of my series on TV.

Ahhhhh peace, can’t breathe as well as I did a few minutes ago before putting the "Pull in - hide and totally mess up your insides under wear" Otherwise called "Passion Killers" Who needs passion at work I tell myself. Get yourself together, new business to sign up, so chin up; Africa is not made for sissies!

I check the time give my kitten a soft pat on her head.......... well I must have pushed her attack button or something. Didn't know she had one, must really look for it on her and have it surgically removed if I can.........

Third World war broke out in my bedroom.

The Kitten launched into destruction mode. She managed to defy gravity and flew at me with such glee in her eyes I was sure I was her breakfast, only to bounce off my shoulder; I swear I heard her giggle. Then she shot to my bedside table, completely knocking my much wanted cup of coffee over. Darted off to the other side of the bed and skidded onto the side table, throwing the contents of the table into utter disarray. Plates flying from midnight sandwich (which explains the need for the "Special underwear" drinking glass tipples but manages to come right.

I sit there unable to react quickly enough, not so fast when I have this body armour on and am still trying to breathe!!! She then darts off across the bed to the chest of drawers in the corner of the room, flies onto it and looks around for her next victim.


As this was going on my dogs clearly got wind of the excitement in the bedroom and what do dogs do when the mood of a room changes? ......... They don't sit and watch peacefully, no they decide its GAME time. From peaceful cup of coffee and watching a little bit of TV, my room was turned into a race track, a gladiator rink and a free for all.

Jacquie Russell decided to jump on the bed followed by my new addition to the family, an 8 month old little lady who is still getting to know the lay of the land so to speak. My gorgeous serene white Alsatian sat and watched in horror as these two decided to destroy my bed and my hand made quilt! It was catches and free for all, all the while I am watching my kitten with a very wary eye as she is doing the pouncing stance. I am trapped in the corner of my bed. Dogs pinning me down, giving me the occasional nip in their excitement. My white pants no longer white. My very carefully done hair looks like I have just been pulled out of the washing basket, and I just sit and hold my breath.

Kitty decides she now needs to get into the act, dashes across the bed, taps the dogs, runs towards me in total happiness and excitement. I get ready for the onslaught, get the "I will rip you apart look" followed closely by the action. My arms is now hanging in shreds I am sure. I check for blood and so surprised that there isn't any. Think to myself. Well if CSI were called in not even they would be able to establish the cause of death.
1. Lack of being able to breathe?
2. Cat Attack
3. Dog Wrestling?
4. Sheer fits of laughter?
5. Old age?

Kitty is now ready; she pounces onto Jacquie Russell and bites him on his bottom. He shoots off the bed, hardly touches the ground and flings himself at me to carry on with the game;

My hand gets mauled, my face gets covered in kisses get licked and slobbered on. (Now have no makeup left as the tears of laughter have washed it off and Jacquie has cleaned up what is left. New addition, we call her Jinx now beyond excited, she is making such cute noises but the gleam in her eye is not so cute. She body slams me and what’s left of my composure is then finished. I land up sprawled across the bed like a scare crow and this is when my serene well mannered beautiful white Alsatian decides "ITS A FREE FOR ALL"

And this is why I was late for work. After having to clean the room and get the dogs out and try to find my composure I drove to work with a smile on my face which must have looked odd in a traffic jam.