Blogging Beautiful Bogs…. sorry I had too ; )

A “Bog”for all those not a true vulgarian like me or Brit-ish Is slang in Britain for a Loo, Lavatory, or Toilet if we start getting all French on ourselves. Just in case it gets lost in translation. Lol

As I can’t for the life of me, imagine such a delightful term has managed to cross contents as easily as these words are able to do right now with all of you.

So anyway, I went to a little seminar the last weekend as I am a strong believer that if you aren’t learning and growing you are dying just ever so slightly.

And to my surprise, that in the strangest places you see the oddest faces.

Look at these loos, and who’s looking back at you’s.

; )

Some of my favourite all time heroes and heart throbs, even if at the time I pinned them up on my wall they were already old men at the time. It must have been more about their cheekyness and charisma I guess.

Foŕ me it is Cary Grant and Gregory Peck.

Who are your favourites?

And who do we think is missing?

and ooooo who do you think is in the mens Loo’s?

Not sure if i want a Bogey looking back at me? You?
Also really i don’t want to be thinking about “The King” when I’m on the throne.
Especially as I think he was found dead on one wasnt he?
Fred Astaire known to always rehearsing until it was absolutely perfect. Actually that sounds like all the dancers I know too.
And of course James Dean , the Rebel in the last stall, bless him. Wish he’d lasted longer.
My favourite, Gregory Peck, wow, now…that was a man. X

Lies 1 Playlist. Keep that inner calm.

Why do people bother?

Don’t they know, the truth will out. Always.

Not the small white lies told by pure of heart. But the big and general scumbagery, done as easily as breathing In and out for some, and in a few, as often too.

It used to drive me absolutely crazy. My justiceometer fit to burst. Feeling like somehow it was my place to right that wrong, protect that innocent, put the bully in their place, quite that cowpaterey

Now I marvel at their ingenious machievelianesque machinations.

Admire their stupendous skills of spin.

Relish in the amusement of all they try.

I still fucking hate it, don’t get me wrong.

But now I realise, it is not my place to judge any of it, ever. It’s not up to me how they behave.

Not my job, as they say in Addlerian Phsycology.

My job is me and i barely feel able to steer that ship at times.

So the thought that I could ever have control over anothers feelings or take on responsibility for someone else’s behaviour, is a falasy

So now instead now I smile and let every tiny cadence of cunning wash right over me in amusement.

Because it is not my place to fight, nor worry, nor seek justice.

The Karma Police will do fine all by itself. Just as it has always done without me, since the beginning of time.

So instead I say smile.

I even had to stop my self laughing out loud the other day, by burying my face ìn my poncho,because it had become so ridiculous. All quite recently new to me, but left me feeling great instead of depleted, which has to be an improvement surely.

So to quote the mighty penguins of Madagascar….

“Just smile and wave boys. Smile and wave.“

Peace, Love and Light you Lovely Lot.