This Post Brought to You by the Letter "M"

Damn Megan and blast Absolute Vanilla I volunteered for a letter meme and would you believe they both gave me "M" . . . although I don't think there was any collusion. What am I to do with "M"! I'ts a maudlin, mystifying muddly letter - unless it stands for someone's name of course . . . Well here goes but this was very hard . . *sulk* . . .the next meme I have up my sleeve involves photographs and fridges so it's much easier!

Mum
When I was an infant, she nurtured me, fed my body and soul, kept me safe. Taught me the art of physical contact, deep love and good manners. In my teens she was annoying. She went back to work and I shouldered much of the domestic life due to her absence. We fought, she was bossy, domineering, strict - I didn't care for her much. When I married, she became confidante, my girls night out, my Saturday morning, my midwife, my lifeline and I loved her. Now that she's not here, plucked too early from her mortal coil by a sick twist of fate,. I miss her - she was my friend.

Millions . . of dollars that is! That's what I want, what I really, really want. My life is on hold and lacks momentum until the real estate market recovers, someone buys my block and I become financially free . ..OK so money won't buy me happiness but being debt free bloody well might!

Montmarte
am the only person in the universe who has not yet been to Paris. It's so high on my Agenda that I may even bust a trip and bugger the consequences. Just a couple of weeks to soak it in, hang in the Louvre, walk through Notre Dame, stroll by the Seine, drink coffee from a bowl, eat a croissant or eclair, get thrown out of Chanel for not being a size six and buy some little accessory in YSL just because I can. I don't care if it smells, I don’t care if the French are rude, if there's doggie doos on the pavement or gypsies in the Metro , I will . . see Paris and I will stay at Montmartre - sooner rather than later.

Music
I can't live without music, well I probably could but I'd prefer not to. I don't much care what type of music as long as it's not Country / Western . . . but I hate sitting in silence. I like a backtrack to my life - music evokes memories, makes me smile,makes me cry . . .yep, I need music.

Massage
Ah whether it's a full body, pedicure, manicure or facial . . . as long as it involves half an hour magnificent massage and I get that lovely woosy, don't-want-to-get-up-after-dribbling-in-the-hole feeling. Did you know, there's no medical evidence for the therapeutic benefit of massage but anything that makes you feel THAT relaxed, can't be bad.

Menagerie
I love animals. I'd have more if I had the time and didn't mind being housebound. I love my little lab, Lily . . .I like my horsey view. I'd love a few chooks if only I could risk them not being taken by foxes. I miss my cat - a little Burmese/Siamese cross that I had for 17 years and haven't replaced in case the new puss, chased parrots! Animals have always been part of our lives and offer up a unique kind of unconditional affection that humans simply don't.

Meeting
Not work meetings! Meeting people, new people, online people, on the street people, who-do-what-you-don't-dare-do people, (sorry Prodigy just slipped in there) someone fresh and interesting. It's my intention, finances willing, to meet as many of my commenters as possible, providing they're up for it. Three down . . .lots to go!

Mooching
Doing little, being lazy. I love a cold, wet day, a doona, a home delivery menu and a bagful of DVD's . . .so easy!

Masticating
I love my fud! I love antipasto platters, cheesy nibbly bits, seafood . . pretty much anything except Octopus. I'm not keen on the suckers
For a while the meals we were masticating became a little ho hum, the predictable Spag Bol one night, Thai Curry the next . . .. Since we've been on the health trail lately, we're having more variety and it's good. Carpaccio of beef and horseradish cream with mesclun and watercress, salmon tails in soy and ginger, shaslicks and home made San Choy Bow. . . tonight it's Cajun Pork Fillet with char grilled vegetables. We even have a menu plan and I'm cooking healthier,more nutritious food that's tasty, filling and we're all enjoying it even if the portions are a little smaller .

Men
Where are all the decent men these days? They're married. They're too young - great to play with but bordering on paedophilia for anything else - if they're single they want younger women or trophy brides and the leftovers aren't worth looking at. Surely, there's a decent, well mannered, alright looking, educated, interesting, decent sort of man out there who'd at least be up for a bit of company over dinner or a movie! Where on earth are they all?
. . .I have a voucher for a Seafood Platter at Jordan's to redeem before the end of March . . might take Clare for Valentine's day seeing as we're both in a man drought!