Janice Ann Lance

This post is written with tears welling. I have just gotten off the phone with my aunty. She has told me she will be coming up too see me as soon as she can and we both agree we are sorry it has been so long since we last saw each other. The truth of the matter is, that after being given 2 weeks, 2 weeks ago and dropping down to 25kgs, the sickness that has overtaken her will most probably mean that phone call will be the last time we speak.

I reminisce of when my uncle Trevor (Jans Husband) passed, and how I was too young to really understand the impact the pair of them had on me. Trevor and Jan are a breed of people that are slowly becoming extinct. They are true blue in the most caring straight up sense of the term. There is no, and never was any bullshit, what needed to be said was said and what didn't wasn't. Their children and children's children are all direct proof of this, all good people.

I sit here gasping on what to type, every word seems to choke me up with the looming thought of death. I wonder how my tiny aunty can be strong enough, when in her current state to say things like "I'm not real good, but shit these things happen. Once it is all over, I'll be up too see you guys".

There is no ode that would do my aunty justice, yet I know her and Trevor were and are above things all pretentious and unimportant,  I admire that rare quality more then any other in humans. With my aunty still able to say "oh fuck what was it" while she is trying to remember something she had too tell me, surely all hope is not lost. Regardless of everything, I will treasure the impacting lessons that I've learnt off her, not from her teaching but simply from her doing.

Much love to you Janice Ann Lance

Slang

I was slanging some slang around with some slang slanging slangers today at work. The topic of the conversation was, in the true nature of men, cock length and breadth . Now this isn't a post about cock sizes, because while we're all being honest, if you own a quarter acre of land with a dog and a cherry tomato vine that hardly qualifies you to talk about farming. Any way the topic is this old dude, who is possibly the most annoying arrogant dude I've ever met, yet some how, he now and then comes up with these cracker calls that are way younger then his, let's say 60 years of age(I'm pretty sure he came up with "that's what she said"). So here we were slanging on about cocks and one of the guys told us the size of his cock, which made me question a lot of things, but this old dude goes "what?! from direct centre of balls, or are we talking base of neck"... he had around 7 different regions of the cock and balls all in acronym form and he was more then happy to go into depth description. Suffice it to say we we're pretty busy taking an hour out of the day to talk cock shop.

In the true nature of my posts here is something completely unrelated, I just watched a range rover advertisement while I was typing this and when I looked back down at the screen I was applying for a hundred grand loan on commbank.com.au. Also penguins are only found in the southern hemisphere.