My daughter is 13, so of course she knows it all!

She recently informed me that I am clueless as to what Punk music actually is.

This conversation came up as my fiance` and I prepared to go to the Psychadelc Furs concert, who were preceded by a local punk band called British India (they went off by the way, great gig!).

 I kept a straight (ish) face and asked her to tell me who, in her opinion, are Punk bands of this decade?

"Greenday, The Living End and Blink 182", she promptly replied.

This time I did laugh. I laughed really hard...

and I told her that they might be considered grunge rock, or attitude rock, but they definetley weren't Punk music. ( I like the Living End by the way, have seen them live 3 times!)

So she informs me that no-one cares about some boring old punk bands of my generation and that no-one remembers who they are anyway.

I asked her if any of her so-called 'punk' friends liked the Sex pistols..

"Who the heck are they?" she asked me scornfully.

I gave up at that point!

How does one sleep with a size 6 toddler foot in ones nose? How do you rest with small blond hairs and large, hard head buried in your neck, hair tickling your mouth? How do you achieve realistic, relaxing, dream bringing REM when you are hanging off over the side of the bed with small knees, arms and butt shoved into the crook of your back?

 When did our king size bed shrink into an army cot?

What does one do with a 2 year old who prefers your bed to theirs? He never stays in his bed for more than a couple of hours now, and when we persist on putting him back in there, we are then racked with guilt from hearing him cough during the night. It is really cold here, and he wants to be between our 2 warm bodies.

Then there is the issue of intimacy, or lack of it, with the other before mentioned warm body. No more mid-night snuggles. No more promises of something more after your good night kiss. Just a foot in your nose, and chronic snoring from the little tike hiding the V8 motor under his T-rex pjs.

So bring on the warmer weather I say! Too bad though, because winter is my favourite time of year (especially for those snuggles I hinted at before). But if little man needs the warmer nights to sleep in his own bed, cough free, then I will give up warmth and comfort for sweat and humidity right now!

The upside, of course,  are those mid-night escapades out to the swimming pool for a sneaky skinny dip and heat relief to look forward to!

An update on the head residents; they have had a slight change over the weekend. The overeating-drinking ethnic family moved out, and took their 6 goats with them. Instead, a personal trainer with a head cold has moved in, she isn't doing any physical training this week, due to lethargy, but she is right into eating correctly and frowns on alcohol.. except maybe on the weekend. Unfortunately she brought her boyfriend with her, and while he (so far) is alright, he brought his donkey with him. While I admit the donkey smells better than the goats did, the noise it is making in the mornings is attrocious!

(or is that just my sinus passages again?)

Arggghh, I am a stress head!

What goes on inside my brain? I have to wonder sometimes. Remember that show Hermans Head? He had four people living in there, running the controls..

Well I think I have at least 8 leasing residents in there, all with their extended families, mother-in-laws and a couple of pet goats each. Thing is, none of them speak english either it seems, at least to each other, so the messages down here are a tad confusing!

And lately they all seem to be over eating alcoholics! (burp, excuse me!)

Anyway enough of my head and its inhabitants (anyone know what kinda rent I should charge them?? Those goats have GOT to go!)

Weddings, weddings, weddings... how stressful is planning a wedding?

We finally found the venue and are putting the deposit on it this week, so its all final, I have to go through with it!

And what the f#c* is with Bridal gown shops? You go in and have a browse and they say "would you like to try that on" and you look at it doubtfully, thinking that it looks like its been sewn directly on to the skeleton sized mannequin .. so you assume they have a real sized, human sized one somewhere..

So you say "Ok"

..and then they proceed to remove the size 4 dress from the barbie doll and try to jam it on to your (size -whatever -but -its -not -a -4 ), body. Then they say, "You look beautiful" and you have flesh bulging out everywhere, and a huge gap in the side where the zipper doesn't even think about going up.

And they say "We can make it up in your size and would you like to put down a deposit?"

What the?? I'm really going to fork out all of that money on a Maybe -the- dress -will- look -nice- if -I actually  have- one -on -that -fits ? How much of a twit do I look?

And so I ask do they have anything that is human size, and they find one ugly, marshmallow man bedspread to flop over you, and you can see the nasty glimmer in their eyes..

All bridal Gown employees secretely work for Jenny Craig, I know it!