Monday be mine. Or nobody told me we needed to get potatoes!

I want to own you instead of you owning me. I am tired of waking up feeling great and being hit in the face FWAP! by a monday as I walk downstairs.

Oh for anyone who actually reads this drivel (notice I used the correct terminology) friday nights date with HCM guy went well. I still think he is a nice guy and he still has a sense of humour and I try not to over analyse things but gee sometimes I just do. Meanwhile watch this space I guess.

Monday, chaotic, hectic, frantic, just really a nasty trick being played after a lovely relaxing weekend spent walking the beach with beloved aunty and her furball dog and hanging out with my teenage son on one of those occasions we actually get along so well the entire weekend is just loads of fun and good conversation and marvelling at the way he can talk to me about all kinds of stuff and trust me with all kinds of information.

My niece was having her first Art Exhibition this weekend and so I took the teenage son to view said artworks, knowing that some of it was quite expilicit but thinking he was mature enough to get it or at least not giggle at the sight of some rather 'arty' stuff. The exhibition was in conjunction with two other artists and all three of them work really well together in that their work compliments the others and bounces off eachother well together. It was abstract, it wasnt paintings it was stuff, thoughts , feelings, textiles and textures, naughty things all mashed in together in an entire room of works completely covering the walls No space free here folks.

If you go to an exhibit wanting to discuss, colour, form and light, this was not the exhibition for you. This is raw, young adult angsting and fun and feelings and testing of boundaries. Some of it shock value and in amongst the plethora of works was a pretty piece of pink fabric cross stitched in pink, barely readable, with the words 'It's ok mum. I am fine. It's only art' To me that said it all. These guys cut a raw edge with their work and push limits and boundaries and had some stuff that would maybe make you question their state of mind, that is if you didnt know them. It was clever, it was thought provoking. It was insightful and real.

I walked around the room about 6 times and everytime something new showed itself to me. I loved it, it was revealing and refreshing and I especially loved the way my son soaked it in, he read, he looked , he did the occasional double take, he laughed, and he made some surprising comments to me about different things. The thrill of watching your child take in something new never ceases believe me. It was like this when I took him to the Monet and Impressionists exhibition.

Anyway Monday still sucks.