Ok prepare to be bored! I’m not sure what preparing to be bored would involve but I have a feeling it would include one of those small travel pillows, a bottle of water and maybe a life jacket. I have a million things I want to talk about but only about 2 lines on each. So maybe less bored more confused. Whatever, just prepare!
Well by now most of you would have heard my big news! If not then you’re a looser who doesn’t watch my flickr and you are hereby banned from all contact to me. The move is kicking off in the first week of December. Before then though there is much to do!
This Friday night we are moving out of the apartment and back in with my Big Sister. Staying with her and Potato Head last time was a hoot so I can’t imagine this time being any different. We all get along really well but are each out of the house enough that we don’t feel like we are sitting on top of each other. Plus we will only be there for 3 weeks, not enough time to cause too much tension!
On the 3rd of December it is my 21st, pretty darn excited about that. Mainly the excitement comes from having my WHOLE family in one place. My Big Big Sister lives in Sydney and I don’t get to see her much. Plus she has 2 little kiddlies, one of which I have never met. I feel like the worst Auntie in the world but we just haven’t been in the financial position to get down and see them this year. Hopefully next year things will change. But in the meantime it is my birthday and my folks have agreed to bring them all up for it. Plus I will have my best friend, Rumbles, there who rocks every party. Even if my Mother and Big Big Sis go all explosive on us again I know that Rumbles and I will still party on!
We will probably head off on our move 2 or 3 days after my birthday. Very scary BUT on the plus side I plan on posting a lot more, I can hear your excitement! The blog and my flickr will be announced to my family before we leave so they can keep up with us there. This scares the crap out of me. They all know that when I am taking photos of them chances are it will end up “on that site of mine” but actually having to sensor things or going “ok I swear 5 times in that sentence… do I really want Daddyo reading that?”. There was one time when Daddyo did some how track my blog down… I received a phone call that afternoon from him saying that I had “some potty mouth on” me! Where do you think I learnt that one from Daddy? :p
The next few weeks are going to be pretty full on for us so to help me out a little bit I invite everyone to send in a question and I will try my hardest to answer it. You can email me it if you would like it kept anonymous or just post it in the comments section. I do reserve the right not to answer certain things so nothing that I can get in trouble for (M@) :p
On that note I will leave you with this little thing that I stole from Heather who stole it from Kristina
1. Describe your dream house/environment.
I want a couple of hundred acres, I don’t really mind where. As long as there is a town within 30 mins and it’s not tooo sweltering in summer, nor toooo ice-y in winter. I would like it to be kind of Balinese, lots of polished bamboo and stainless steel leading out onto a pool. A huge bedroom with an open plan bathroom with an open shower and 4 shower heads. Maybe a horse for me and a track for Boy to go moto riding. And a flight strip for our small plane. Nothing too extravagant :p
2. Favourite physical feature of the same and opposite sex.
Same sex – facial structure, stomach and boobs
Opposite Sex – the V………. sorry what oh yes and defined shoulders and arms. Gotta have a nice smile and eyes as well
3. What’s the last entire CD that you fell in love with and couldn’t stop playing?
Jewel – Goodbye Alice in Wonderland. I don’t buy many CD’s.
4. What song do you want played at your funeral/wake?
Angel by Sarah McLachlan. It’s unoriginal but so amazing. Maybe Wild Horses - the Sundays version as well.
5. What’s your least favourite errand to run?
Yeh I don’t really have many that I don’t like…
6. Three things that really steam your broccoli! (make you angry)
1: Bad parenting – when I see a parent slap or yell at a child for something small it makes me so angry. I know most mothers would be all “she knows nothing, don’t see her having to deal with kids” but there are different levels of parenting. That one I just don’t agree with.
2: People talking bad about my family. I will snap you.
3: Not being listened to.
7. Do you believe in an afterlife?
I’m not sure but I don’t like the idea of there being nothing.
8. Favourite children’s book.
Magic Far Away Tree by Enid Blighton
9. Why is __________ your all time favourite movie?
The Princess Bride. I have watched it more times then I could possibly remember and I still find more things that I have missed. Plus it never fails to make me laugh!
10. BONUS QUESTION: How many licks does it take to get to the centre of a Tootsie Pop?
What’s a Tootsie Pop?
Ok it ended up a lot more then 2 sentences on each topic but meh, you’ll live.
Wednesday 7 November 2007
Tuesday 30 October 2007
Moving time....
Things have finally calmed down after the holiday. Having to wake up and go to work isn’t such a shock to the system anymore.
But no sitting back and relaxing for this chicky ohh no, god forbid I get into a routine or anything!!!
This weekend we are moving AGAIN. Yes I know, I can hear you, “But you just moved there!” well if by “just” you mean “6 months ago” you would be correct! You win a cookie! Just have to make it to my place to pick it up :p
Yep we moved here 6 months ago, I can barely believe that. This year has gone so fast. I remember when it was just the old codgers that said that the years were getting shorter and as I refuse to believe I am becoming an old codger then I have to agree with them. The years really are getting shorter. It’s November in 2 days for Golly Sakes! Not only are there Christmas decorations in Woolies there are Christmas CAROLS playing in Woolies! OMG! Woooo (Any of you who know me would know my all time LOVE for Christmas Carols. So this little point makes me so happy!) And its only 1 month and 4 days (also makes me happy!)!
I lost track somewhere there… I was talking about moving. Back to the topic.
So we started cleaning out boxes and crap last weekend. We have got about 20 or so boxes down to 2 which is pretty impressive seen as I have inherited a bit of my mothers hoarding habit. Also, we have decided to get rid of basically everything we own.
Want a Queen bed? Come on down! Double Door Stainless Steel Fridge? Bring a trailer and it’s yours (I’m not lifting it though)! 2 Lounge suites? Chest Freezer? BBQ? Table? Chairs? Bed Side Tables? Side Boards? TV Stands? Microwave? Washing Machine? Kitchen Sink? All of it please take it! As long as I don’t have to lift it or move it around then its free game!
We are keeping both TV’s, our killer sound system, my baking equipment, our new leather lounges (and by new I mean previously belonging to my sister for 4 years and before that my parents for 10), my old Buffy stuff, a couple of boxes of clothes/shoes, a box of memories and… actually that’s about all
It’s actually a really great feeling to know we don’t have to worry about all of this stuff or where it’s going to go. Every other time we’ve moved its had to go into storage (aka Boys Dads house) or be a nuisance at who’s evers house we are staying at between finding somewhere to live. Also, and more importantly, I get to go shopping!!
Now you’re probably thinking that getting rid of ALL of our junk is pretty drastic. Ahh but that’s where you’re wrong. There are bigger things a’brewin’ Stay tuned and you might get a hint ;)
Oh just a side note:
My favorite band in the whole wide world are playing in Brisbane early next year and I am stoked!!! BUT they are playing at a festival only, which sucks a lot. Here are a list of the other bands. I’ve never really heard of any of the others (except for the obvious but who wants to see 50 year olds jump around a stage pretending they are “Punk” which they never were?). So if any of you (Germ) recognise any of the names or can recommend I check them out please do. Otherwise I will be at the festival for 1 bad and that’s pretty crappy. Please don’t let me resort to moshing to the grampa’s!
Soundwave Festival: The Offspring (USA), Incubus (USA), Social Distortion (USA), Killswitch Engage (USA), Coheed & Cambria (USA), As I Lay Dying (USA), Motion City Soundtrack (USA), Red Jumpsuit Aparatus (USA), Chiodos, Saosin (USA), Plain White T's, Jim Ward, Scary Kids Scaring Kids (USA), Boys Like Girls, Cartel, Mindless Self Indulgence, Shadows Fall (USA), Mewithoutyou, The Dear Hunter (USA), Bleeding Through (USA), Carpathian, Sugarcult, Arthur Enders, All Time Low, From Autumn to Ashes (USA), The Starting Line (USA), Dan Nigro, Kevin Devine, Mae, The Receiving End of Sirens (USA), Still Remains, Socratic (USA), Divine Heresy, Envy on the Coast, Haste the Day, Madina Lake, The Matches (USA), My American Heart, Halifax, Fall of Troy
But no sitting back and relaxing for this chicky ohh no, god forbid I get into a routine or anything!!!
This weekend we are moving AGAIN. Yes I know, I can hear you, “But you just moved there!” well if by “just” you mean “6 months ago” you would be correct! You win a cookie! Just have to make it to my place to pick it up :p
Yep we moved here 6 months ago, I can barely believe that. This year has gone so fast. I remember when it was just the old codgers that said that the years were getting shorter and as I refuse to believe I am becoming an old codger then I have to agree with them. The years really are getting shorter. It’s November in 2 days for Golly Sakes! Not only are there Christmas decorations in Woolies there are Christmas CAROLS playing in Woolies! OMG! Woooo (Any of you who know me would know my all time LOVE for Christmas Carols. So this little point makes me so happy!) And its only 1 month and 4 days (also makes me happy!)!
I lost track somewhere there… I was talking about moving. Back to the topic.
So we started cleaning out boxes and crap last weekend. We have got about 20 or so boxes down to 2 which is pretty impressive seen as I have inherited a bit of my mothers hoarding habit. Also, we have decided to get rid of basically everything we own.
Want a Queen bed? Come on down! Double Door Stainless Steel Fridge? Bring a trailer and it’s yours (I’m not lifting it though)! 2 Lounge suites? Chest Freezer? BBQ? Table? Chairs? Bed Side Tables? Side Boards? TV Stands? Microwave? Washing Machine? Kitchen Sink? All of it please take it! As long as I don’t have to lift it or move it around then its free game!
We are keeping both TV’s, our killer sound system, my baking equipment, our new leather lounges (and by new I mean previously belonging to my sister for 4 years and before that my parents for 10), my old Buffy stuff, a couple of boxes of clothes/shoes, a box of memories and… actually that’s about all
It’s actually a really great feeling to know we don’t have to worry about all of this stuff or where it’s going to go. Every other time we’ve moved its had to go into storage (aka Boys Dads house) or be a nuisance at who’s evers house we are staying at between finding somewhere to live. Also, and more importantly, I get to go shopping!!
Now you’re probably thinking that getting rid of ALL of our junk is pretty drastic. Ahh but that’s where you’re wrong. There are bigger things a’brewin’ Stay tuned and you might get a hint ;)
Oh just a side note:
My favorite band in the whole wide world are playing in Brisbane early next year and I am stoked!!! BUT they are playing at a festival only, which sucks a lot. Here are a list of the other bands. I’ve never really heard of any of the others (except for the obvious but who wants to see 50 year olds jump around a stage pretending they are “Punk” which they never were?). So if any of you (Germ) recognise any of the names or can recommend I check them out please do. Otherwise I will be at the festival for 1 bad and that’s pretty crappy. Please don’t let me resort to moshing to the grampa’s!
Soundwave Festival: The Offspring (USA), Incubus (USA), Social Distortion (USA), Killswitch Engage (USA), Coheed & Cambria (USA), As I Lay Dying (USA), Motion City Soundtrack (USA), Red Jumpsuit Aparatus (USA), Chiodos, Saosin (USA), Plain White T's, Jim Ward, Scary Kids Scaring Kids (USA), Boys Like Girls, Cartel, Mindless Self Indulgence, Shadows Fall (USA), Mewithoutyou, The Dear Hunter (USA), Bleeding Through (USA), Carpathian, Sugarcult, Arthur Enders, All Time Low, From Autumn to Ashes (USA), The Starting Line (USA), Dan Nigro, Kevin Devine, Mae, The Receiving End of Sirens (USA), Still Remains, Socratic (USA), Divine Heresy, Envy on the Coast, Haste the Day, Madina Lake, The Matches (USA), My American Heart, Halifax, Fall of Troy
Tuesday 23 October 2007
home sweet hell hole
Being back in reality sucks major balls. Major. The holiday was amazing and I was spoilt for 5 days straight, and now I have to work and clean and cook, seriously, I am a princess what is this shit!
I started the holiday writing a little journal, I got to the second day and forgot about it. Partly because I wanted to enjoy my time every moment not be scribbling in a book. Secondly because Boy threw it in the back of the car and there was no chance I was going searching for it! I now wish I had finished it but here is what I have anyways…
Day 1
Drove for approx. 8 hours,
Started at home, went to South Bank, Boonah, home, Maryborough, Bundy, the boat, Bundy, the boat, Bundy, and finally, one more time, the boat.
Lowlight – nearly taking out a Mercedes at a roundabout then blaming Boy. Because that makes sense… to me…
Highlight – Meeting the boat and falling in love. Sitting on the bottom deck with a rum watching the sun set over the ocean… indescribable….
Funny quotes-
Boy “Just keep your eyes on the Far in Cunt” (read: “Car in Front”)
Boy “As they say, ‘When in Bundy…’”
Day 2
I was sure I did day to but I guess not :s
So yes, that was my journal skills… remind me never to become a reporter!
We had an incredible time. Did a lot of sleeping. If I wasn’t zonked out on the beach I was having an afternoon nap on the boat or lazily sitting in a pub playing cards and drinking rum. Did a lot of that, both rum drinking and playing cards. We had 3 meals a day out usually at some little pub or other.
The anniversary was amazing. Not to many details for everyone other then our Anniversary dinner was had at this incredible restaurant right on the water over looking the harbor and only a stumble away from the boat which was grand!
I can’t remember if I mentioned this before but we did have plans to head up to Mackay and Emerald and do a whole 5 days driving. We really did mean to do this, until we made it to the boat and were blown away not just how luxurious the boat is but the whole town of Bundaberg and everywhere around it. The harbor itself was mind blowing but then that was just a 20 min drive from Bagara beach (where we spent most days) and about the same distance from the Bundaberg town centre. So once we realized how gorgeous the area was we set up camp and stayed for the whole 5 days.
We had plans to come back on the Friday but decided we had too much to do and returned on Thursday. I literally had tears in my eyes when we entered Brisbane. I really didn’t want to go home, why couldn’t we stay on holidays forever?!!? This is still running through my head even as I sit at my work desk. Actually I think more so that I'm sitting at my work desk!
When we got home I had to start planning for the baby shower I was hosting on Saturday. I’ve mentioned a few times that my buddy Catty is up the duff and I have the amazing honour to be God Mummy. So there was lots of shopping, cooking, shopping, preparing and shopping to get done in the ONE day I left in-between returning and the actually party. I am smart like that sometimes!
I had never been to a baby shower so I didn’t have the slightest as to what to do at one so I tried to keep it short and sweet, 2 hours at the house then heading out to a nearby pub for anyone who wanted to stick around afterwards. Also, there was a range of people invited most of which I had never met and the others which were old friends from school. Sadly, as in most cases, I hadn't seen many of the girlies since we graduated so I had the big ol’ fear of “what if they’ve changed?” “what if I’ve changed?” “Will we have anything in common?” “Do I care if we have anything in common?”.
Add to the stress the fact that I got my hair cut the day before the shower. I requested a trim and my roots touched up. I now look like a middle aged lesbian who has a penchant for zebras.
Then there was the cooking. Not too bad at first. I had a deadline of 1pm which is when I was meant to get to Cattys house to help set up. So I started at 8am and all was going well. Meanwhile, Boy was helping out his Mummy with something which ran a bit later then first thought. Never mind, soon enough my cooking was a bit behind schedule too. I blame that on the bacon. I needed to dice a kilogram of cooked bacon. This would be fine if I owned a food processor or even a sharp knife. But guess what? I don’t! So by hand, I ripped eat piece of burning hot bacon into tiny tiny pieces. This set me back about an hour to being with.
By the time Boy got home it was 2 pm, the party was due to start at 3pm, the cupcakes were still baking and I was in dire need of a shower. I put Boy in charge of cupcake watch and I went off to beautify. Well rinse and dress. Shampoo and make-up I would have to do without!
The cupcakes got iced while I sent Boy down to Cattys with the first load of food and presents. Luckily we only live a 2 min drive from each other or else I think I would have missed the whole party!
The party ended up being a complete hit! Everyone complimented my food and bought Catty some amazing presents. All of the girls from school that I was so petrified of seeing got along amazingly. We all sat around chatting until close to midnight and have made plans to try and catch up for a monthly dinner from now on. Whether or not this ends up happening I have no idea but the thought of having friends again is so exciting I can’t explain it!
So I’ve ranted a heap, I’m sorry, I’m good at that Oh one last thing. If you have noticed my typing is even crappier then usual I do apologize. I had a bit of an accident last night which involved plastic wrapped salami, a blunt knife and 2 fingers on my left hand. Suffice to say there was lots of blood, on-the-phone hysterics to Boy begging him to come home (I am sure he thought I had actually cut my fingers off. At one stage he even asked “Calm down, tell me, Where are your fingers???”) and a magical angel in the form of Catty and some very nice gentleman coming to my rescue with Band-Aids and frozen rum bottles while Boy was racing across town to collect my fingers and get me to the hospital!
Being home really does suck!
I started the holiday writing a little journal, I got to the second day and forgot about it. Partly because I wanted to enjoy my time every moment not be scribbling in a book. Secondly because Boy threw it in the back of the car and there was no chance I was going searching for it! I now wish I had finished it but here is what I have anyways…
Day 1
Drove for approx. 8 hours,
Started at home, went to South Bank, Boonah, home, Maryborough, Bundy, the boat, Bundy, the boat, Bundy, and finally, one more time, the boat.
Lowlight – nearly taking out a Mercedes at a roundabout then blaming Boy. Because that makes sense… to me…
Highlight – Meeting the boat and falling in love. Sitting on the bottom deck with a rum watching the sun set over the ocean… indescribable….
Funny quotes-
Boy “Just keep your eyes on the Far in Cunt” (read: “Car in Front”)
Boy “As they say, ‘When in Bundy…’”
Day 2
I was sure I did day to but I guess not :s
So yes, that was my journal skills… remind me never to become a reporter!
We had an incredible time. Did a lot of sleeping. If I wasn’t zonked out on the beach I was having an afternoon nap on the boat or lazily sitting in a pub playing cards and drinking rum. Did a lot of that, both rum drinking and playing cards. We had 3 meals a day out usually at some little pub or other.
The anniversary was amazing. Not to many details for everyone other then our Anniversary dinner was had at this incredible restaurant right on the water over looking the harbor and only a stumble away from the boat which was grand!
I can’t remember if I mentioned this before but we did have plans to head up to Mackay and Emerald and do a whole 5 days driving. We really did mean to do this, until we made it to the boat and were blown away not just how luxurious the boat is but the whole town of Bundaberg and everywhere around it. The harbor itself was mind blowing but then that was just a 20 min drive from Bagara beach (where we spent most days) and about the same distance from the Bundaberg town centre. So once we realized how gorgeous the area was we set up camp and stayed for the whole 5 days.
We had plans to come back on the Friday but decided we had too much to do and returned on Thursday. I literally had tears in my eyes when we entered Brisbane. I really didn’t want to go home, why couldn’t we stay on holidays forever?!!? This is still running through my head even as I sit at my work desk. Actually I think more so that I'm sitting at my work desk!
When we got home I had to start planning for the baby shower I was hosting on Saturday. I’ve mentioned a few times that my buddy Catty is up the duff and I have the amazing honour to be God Mummy. So there was lots of shopping, cooking, shopping, preparing and shopping to get done in the ONE day I left in-between returning and the actually party. I am smart like that sometimes!
I had never been to a baby shower so I didn’t have the slightest as to what to do at one so I tried to keep it short and sweet, 2 hours at the house then heading out to a nearby pub for anyone who wanted to stick around afterwards. Also, there was a range of people invited most of which I had never met and the others which were old friends from school. Sadly, as in most cases, I hadn't seen many of the girlies since we graduated so I had the big ol’ fear of “what if they’ve changed?” “what if I’ve changed?” “Will we have anything in common?” “Do I care if we have anything in common?”.
Add to the stress the fact that I got my hair cut the day before the shower. I requested a trim and my roots touched up. I now look like a middle aged lesbian who has a penchant for zebras.
Then there was the cooking. Not too bad at first. I had a deadline of 1pm which is when I was meant to get to Cattys house to help set up. So I started at 8am and all was going well. Meanwhile, Boy was helping out his Mummy with something which ran a bit later then first thought. Never mind, soon enough my cooking was a bit behind schedule too. I blame that on the bacon. I needed to dice a kilogram of cooked bacon. This would be fine if I owned a food processor or even a sharp knife. But guess what? I don’t! So by hand, I ripped eat piece of burning hot bacon into tiny tiny pieces. This set me back about an hour to being with.
By the time Boy got home it was 2 pm, the party was due to start at 3pm, the cupcakes were still baking and I was in dire need of a shower. I put Boy in charge of cupcake watch and I went off to beautify. Well rinse and dress. Shampoo and make-up I would have to do without!
The cupcakes got iced while I sent Boy down to Cattys with the first load of food and presents. Luckily we only live a 2 min drive from each other or else I think I would have missed the whole party!
The party ended up being a complete hit! Everyone complimented my food and bought Catty some amazing presents. All of the girls from school that I was so petrified of seeing got along amazingly. We all sat around chatting until close to midnight and have made plans to try and catch up for a monthly dinner from now on. Whether or not this ends up happening I have no idea but the thought of having friends again is so exciting I can’t explain it!
So I’ve ranted a heap, I’m sorry, I’m good at that Oh one last thing. If you have noticed my typing is even crappier then usual I do apologize. I had a bit of an accident last night which involved plastic wrapped salami, a blunt knife and 2 fingers on my left hand. Suffice to say there was lots of blood, on-the-phone hysterics to Boy begging him to come home (I am sure he thought I had actually cut my fingers off. At one stage he even asked “Calm down, tell me, Where are your fingers???”) and a magical angel in the form of Catty and some very nice gentleman coming to my rescue with Band-Aids and frozen rum bottles while Boy was racing across town to collect my fingers and get me to the hospital!
Being home really does suck!
Friday 12 October 2007
We're all goin' on a Summer Holiday... do do dood do doo Skys are Blue!
I know I said I would add another few posts before I left but yeh, I suck. Plus I have been busy as all hell. Ok not really. But I have got a puppy! Ok no that’s not true either, but kind of because there are these puppies that live in the apartment next to mine and they keep digging under the fence and I am sure one of them wants to come live with me so I've decided she is now my puppy not my next-door neighbours. I don’t care what the council records show. She loves me!!
I also think I’m going a bit insane. This has something to do with it being Friday and being all excited about my Summer Holiday starting tomorrow! Yes, Summer Holiday. In Spring. But what's a holiday without being able to sing “We’re all going on a Summer Holiday.. do do do do doooo… Skys are blue!” I really have to learn the middle words sometime. I’ve been singing it like that for as long as I remember. Meh, why ruin a good tradition?
So I am leaving tomorrow morning for a 5 day drive. I didn’t want to say much about it till now because I was sure I would jinx it. Either Boy would have to go somewhere and work or the car would break down or we would get a huge bill and be even more in debt. But I think its pretty safe to say I’m headin on my Summer Holiday doo do do do dooo Skys are blue… tomorrow! (If I am on here tomorrow crying then damn you cosmic balance, DAMN YOU!)
We are heading up North. Not sure where exactly we are going but either we will head out west first and visit some small towns before heading North closer to the Whitsundays. Or we will just go straight up to the Islands and stop off at the boat along the way. I guess we will decide as we go along, half the fun of the trip
Sadly, as I still live in the middle ages and not yet know the joys of wireless, I will have no internet connection for the week. That in its self is nearly enough reason to call the whole thing off. But seen as it is the Anniversary holiday and Boy has been extremely patient with my net/blog/flickr obsession I feel I should give him my full attention, even if it is only for a couple of days.
Oh, I forgot to mention that little part didn’t I? Its our anniversary. I can hear all of you married peeps growling that “its not an anniversary until your married” To that I say “Pooie!” What about those of us who might never get married? I want my annual presents too! I put up with the same amount of crap only I don’t get a pretty 2 caret to remind me why I'm doing it!
So we are coming up to our 3 year on October 15th. Pretty exciting/scary. Exciting because Oh! Presents! Scary because Crap! I’ve lived with him for 3 Years!
But yes, to the point. I didn’t want everyone thinking that Johnny Depp and Kate Beckinsale had whisked me away to a tropical island for 3 with 5 bottles of Bacardi and lots of coconut tanning lotion. Because really, that’s a horrid thought. Have a lovely week everyone, see you when I get back :D
I also think I’m going a bit insane. This has something to do with it being Friday and being all excited about my Summer Holiday starting tomorrow! Yes, Summer Holiday. In Spring. But what's a holiday without being able to sing “We’re all going on a Summer Holiday.. do do do do doooo… Skys are blue!” I really have to learn the middle words sometime. I’ve been singing it like that for as long as I remember. Meh, why ruin a good tradition?
So I am leaving tomorrow morning for a 5 day drive. I didn’t want to say much about it till now because I was sure I would jinx it. Either Boy would have to go somewhere and work or the car would break down or we would get a huge bill and be even more in debt. But I think its pretty safe to say I’m headin on my Summer Holiday doo do do do dooo Skys are blue… tomorrow! (If I am on here tomorrow crying then damn you cosmic balance, DAMN YOU!)
We are heading up North. Not sure where exactly we are going but either we will head out west first and visit some small towns before heading North closer to the Whitsundays. Or we will just go straight up to the Islands and stop off at the boat along the way. I guess we will decide as we go along, half the fun of the trip
Sadly, as I still live in the middle ages and not yet know the joys of wireless, I will have no internet connection for the week. That in its self is nearly enough reason to call the whole thing off. But seen as it is the Anniversary holiday and Boy has been extremely patient with my net/blog/flickr obsession I feel I should give him my full attention, even if it is only for a couple of days.
Oh, I forgot to mention that little part didn’t I? Its our anniversary. I can hear all of you married peeps growling that “its not an anniversary until your married” To that I say “Pooie!” What about those of us who might never get married? I want my annual presents too! I put up with the same amount of crap only I don’t get a pretty 2 caret to remind me why I'm doing it!
So we are coming up to our 3 year on October 15th. Pretty exciting/scary. Exciting because Oh! Presents! Scary because Crap! I’ve lived with him for 3 Years!
But yes, to the point. I didn’t want everyone thinking that Johnny Depp and Kate Beckinsale had whisked me away to a tropical island for 3 with 5 bottles of Bacardi and lots of coconut tanning lotion. Because really, that’s a horrid thought. Have a lovely week everyone, see you when I get back :D
Tuesday 2 October 2007
Adults are just obsolete children and the hell with them.
Sorry about that little essay the other day, I have really not been in the mood to write about my life plus I figured most of you are sick of hearing my “I’m so sick, cry me a fucking river” tune! So I gave you a break but guess what?! Here comes my “I’m so sick cry me a fucking river” tune all over again!
I had my crazywordIcannotsay operationthingie and the doctors didn’t end up finding what they thought I had, which I am kind of glad about because YAY no bacteria in my tummy! But also Nay, because now there is no sure-fire fix for it
Ends up I have a loose sphincter. I spent the first week after I found out telling everyone that asked how it went that I had a loose sphincter. People kept looking at me all funny and walking away slowly, other then one guy that was suddenly acting like I was the coolest chick in the world. Then I told my sister (Ms. Nurse-Doctor-Lawyer) that I had a loose sphincter and she laughed at me:
Me: “What is so funny??”
Ms. NDL: “Tell me you are talking about the one in your stomach”
Me: “Yes, what else would I be talking about?! Duh!” Realisation Dawns….. “Oh crap! I didn’t realise that was called the same thing!!
So just for clarification, I do have a loose sphincter but this one connects my oesophagus to my stomach, there is no other one. End of story!
Well not really end of story because I have more to tell you!
I have now changed my whole diet. I am the girl that has no tastebuds so I pile every meal full of flavour. So basically everything I cook you can be sure that there will either garlic, onion, chilli or curry in it and usually a mixture of all. Now I can’t have any of these. Alcohol is a no no too but that's OK because my body seems to be rejecting it at the moment so that's no biggie. And chocolate is meant to be out but I laugh in the face of anyone that tries to take away my chocolate! Laugh and then cut them… evil little fuckers. Who do they think they are taking my god damned chocolate!?!
I am also on tablets for the next 4 months. Once that is up I go back and see how it is all going and if its gone then no more tablets YAY but if not I am back on them for another 4 months. Rinse and repeat… well swallow and repeat really…
Sadly the new diet thing is something that I have to stick to long term. Once it all settles down I will be able to slowly introduce them all back into my diet but definitely not in the excess as I have had in the past. That makes me cry. Luckily chocolate fixes the crying.
But on the plus with the exception of the weekend and when I am lying down I have only had baaaaaaad indigestion around 5 times this week which is heaven for me!!!
Oh just a quick note that I am going away on holidays as of next Friday so I will try to get a few extra posts in before then because there will be no updating for a full week, omg I think I’m going to pass out just thinking about it! We are going out to the middle of bumfuck (also known as “loose sphincter”) nowhere on a Road Trip! So I will have a bazillion photos when I get back
Here is a funny little convo that I had with boy about my Flickr a few days ago as well, enjoy!
Me: “Woo, I got another photo explored!”
Boy: “What is it of? My bum?”
Me: “No! As if!”
Boy: “Why not! My bum would so get explored!” Realisation dawns… “Holy crap! No it wouldn’t No it wouldn’t!
(Boy would like a disclaimer here… he does NOT have a loose sphincter!)
I had my crazywordIcannotsay operationthingie and the doctors didn’t end up finding what they thought I had, which I am kind of glad about because YAY no bacteria in my tummy! But also Nay, because now there is no sure-fire fix for it
Ends up I have a loose sphincter. I spent the first week after I found out telling everyone that asked how it went that I had a loose sphincter. People kept looking at me all funny and walking away slowly, other then one guy that was suddenly acting like I was the coolest chick in the world. Then I told my sister (Ms. Nurse-Doctor-Lawyer) that I had a loose sphincter and she laughed at me:
Me: “What is so funny??”
Ms. NDL: “Tell me you are talking about the one in your stomach”
Me: “Yes, what else would I be talking about?! Duh!” Realisation Dawns….. “Oh crap! I didn’t realise that was called the same thing!!
So just for clarification, I do have a loose sphincter but this one connects my oesophagus to my stomach, there is no other one. End of story!
Well not really end of story because I have more to tell you!
I have now changed my whole diet. I am the girl that has no tastebuds so I pile every meal full of flavour. So basically everything I cook you can be sure that there will either garlic, onion, chilli or curry in it and usually a mixture of all. Now I can’t have any of these. Alcohol is a no no too but that's OK because my body seems to be rejecting it at the moment so that's no biggie. And chocolate is meant to be out but I laugh in the face of anyone that tries to take away my chocolate! Laugh and then cut them… evil little fuckers. Who do they think they are taking my god damned chocolate!?!
I am also on tablets for the next 4 months. Once that is up I go back and see how it is all going and if its gone then no more tablets YAY but if not I am back on them for another 4 months. Rinse and repeat… well swallow and repeat really…
Sadly the new diet thing is something that I have to stick to long term. Once it all settles down I will be able to slowly introduce them all back into my diet but definitely not in the excess as I have had in the past. That makes me cry. Luckily chocolate fixes the crying.
But on the plus with the exception of the weekend and when I am lying down I have only had baaaaaaad indigestion around 5 times this week which is heaven for me!!!
Oh just a quick note that I am going away on holidays as of next Friday so I will try to get a few extra posts in before then because there will be no updating for a full week, omg I think I’m going to pass out just thinking about it! We are going out to the middle of bumfuck (also known as “loose sphincter”) nowhere on a Road Trip! So I will have a bazillion photos when I get back
Here is a funny little convo that I had with boy about my Flickr a few days ago as well, enjoy!
Me: “Woo, I got another photo explored!”
Boy: “What is it of? My bum?”
Me: “No! As if!”
Boy: “Why not! My bum would so get explored!” Realisation dawns… “Holy crap! No it wouldn’t No it wouldn’t!
(Boy would like a disclaimer here… he does NOT have a loose sphincter!)
Thursday 27 September 2007
Cheer up, emo kid!
Before I start I would like to put in a very strong disclaimer. I do NOT support Emo’s, I hold no time for them and really, they make me throw up in my mouth a little.
Now, onto the point of the day.
I like individuality, I am all for it which is why some weird miniscule section of my brain is feeling some sympathy towards today’s “Emos”. How is it they are any different from past mistakes? Do we not look back on the 80’s and cringe? The 70’s and sigh. Hell, those 1500’s broads weren’t too fashionable either!
I know it is hard to think that anything could be as tragic as those little rats hanging out around Hungry Jacks (wasn’t that my spot 5 years ago?!) so lets go on a little trip shall we?
I am going to leave out everything prior to the 70’s as this was when TV had started to mingle with music and was taking not just the sound but the “looks” to a much wider audience.
Now I know I will step on a lot of toes with my first look as most of you guys sway towards the punk friendly spectrum but really… I have to. And I am going to back it up with quotes n shit so don’t expect anything else I write to be as good as the next paragraph…
In the 1970’s we had the “punk” style. This was seen to be the hight of originality each person thought they were paving the way in their own style and fucking “the man” at the same time. Siouxsie Sioux was famously quoted as saying “What people don't understand is when punk started it was so innocent and not aware of being looked at or being a phenomenon and that's what everyone gets wrong.” Exactly, everyone was looking at them and copying. Original? My arse. In the back ground they had Malcolm McLaren and Vivian Westwood manufacturing their “originality”. But really I have to wonder if anyone truly thought that pimpled faces and torn pants, shirts, shoes… well everything, was a good look.
New wave… can I just say… that hair!
As much as I adore make up and think that the Pamela Anderson look is a stunner I just can not get my head around the New Romantics… that is just scary!
Goths with their moon tans attempting to dress Vampire-esque but only getting as close as corpse. They look even more then stupid in daylight and as much as I hate to relive that horrible teenage phase I have hung out with more then my fair share at “the deck” complaining their little undead hearts out about the heat. Here’s a tip – COLOUR! White! Try it; you might not suffer from dehydration next summer!
Ok this is the bit that will hurt me the most. This is my era of love and the styles that I actually enjoy wearing but really, grunge? People, shower! In the words of George Thorogood, “Get a haircut and get a real job!” And nobody ever looked good in a flannel. Other then A.J. in Empire Records…mmmm….
The new Millennium brought with it the Ravers, resembling semi-retarded kids with a penchant for fluro spandex.
And then M&M got everyone on the white boy homie bandwagon. Grown men with their pants around their knees showing off their Christmas boxers with giant tissue boxes on their feet and the inability to figure out which way a hat is meant to go.
And now? We have Emo. As much as I really wish I could say “skinny little white boys”, I can’t really segregate it to the weightless population, as Australia has a growing trend in obesity. This has lead me to have seen many more muffin tops overflowing from the skinny leg black jeans then I can care to remember. Skinny Legs only EVER look good on Kate Moss or the Olsen Twins, please remember that!
However this generation must have done some research, they have taken their whole look from past trends. We have the tight pants of Elvis, the skin care of the punks, the hair of a New Wave, the make-up of New Romantics, a colour chart rivaling any Goth, the emotional maturity of those damn ravers and I am sure under all that black somewhere they have the boxers that mummy bought them for Christmas.
So let us not boo and hiss when ever we see them (was that just me?) just think back to that horrid photo you have of your self from 5, 10 even 20 years ago that you can’t bring yourself to throw out but wouldn’t show it to anyone for the world. Maybe they’re not so bad after all (too far?).
Now, onto the point of the day.
I like individuality, I am all for it which is why some weird miniscule section of my brain is feeling some sympathy towards today’s “Emos”. How is it they are any different from past mistakes? Do we not look back on the 80’s and cringe? The 70’s and sigh. Hell, those 1500’s broads weren’t too fashionable either!
I know it is hard to think that anything could be as tragic as those little rats hanging out around Hungry Jacks (wasn’t that my spot 5 years ago?!) so lets go on a little trip shall we?
I am going to leave out everything prior to the 70’s as this was when TV had started to mingle with music and was taking not just the sound but the “looks” to a much wider audience.
Now I know I will step on a lot of toes with my first look as most of you guys sway towards the punk friendly spectrum but really… I have to. And I am going to back it up with quotes n shit so don’t expect anything else I write to be as good as the next paragraph…
In the 1970’s we had the “punk” style. This was seen to be the hight of originality each person thought they were paving the way in their own style and fucking “the man” at the same time. Siouxsie Sioux was famously quoted as saying “What people don't understand is when punk started it was so innocent and not aware of being looked at or being a phenomenon and that's what everyone gets wrong.” Exactly, everyone was looking at them and copying. Original? My arse. In the back ground they had Malcolm McLaren and Vivian Westwood manufacturing their “originality”. But really I have to wonder if anyone truly thought that pimpled faces and torn pants, shirts, shoes… well everything, was a good look.
New wave… can I just say… that hair!
As much as I adore make up and think that the Pamela Anderson look is a stunner I just can not get my head around the New Romantics… that is just scary!
Goths with their moon tans attempting to dress Vampire-esque but only getting as close as corpse. They look even more then stupid in daylight and as much as I hate to relive that horrible teenage phase I have hung out with more then my fair share at “the deck” complaining their little undead hearts out about the heat. Here’s a tip – COLOUR! White! Try it; you might not suffer from dehydration next summer!
Ok this is the bit that will hurt me the most. This is my era of love and the styles that I actually enjoy wearing but really, grunge? People, shower! In the words of George Thorogood, “Get a haircut and get a real job!” And nobody ever looked good in a flannel. Other then A.J. in Empire Records…mmmm….
The new Millennium brought with it the Ravers, resembling semi-retarded kids with a penchant for fluro spandex.
And then M&M got everyone on the white boy homie bandwagon. Grown men with their pants around their knees showing off their Christmas boxers with giant tissue boxes on their feet and the inability to figure out which way a hat is meant to go.
And now? We have Emo. As much as I really wish I could say “skinny little white boys”, I can’t really segregate it to the weightless population, as Australia has a growing trend in obesity. This has lead me to have seen many more muffin tops overflowing from the skinny leg black jeans then I can care to remember. Skinny Legs only EVER look good on Kate Moss or the Olsen Twins, please remember that!
However this generation must have done some research, they have taken their whole look from past trends. We have the tight pants of Elvis, the skin care of the punks, the hair of a New Wave, the make-up of New Romantics, a colour chart rivaling any Goth, the emotional maturity of those damn ravers and I am sure under all that black somewhere they have the boxers that mummy bought them for Christmas.
So let us not boo and hiss when ever we see them (was that just me?) just think back to that horrid photo you have of your self from 5, 10 even 20 years ago that you can’t bring yourself to throw out but wouldn’t show it to anyone for the world. Maybe they’re not so bad after all (too far?).
Wednesday 19 September 2007
Convictions
If you are in or around Philidelphia between the 17-21st October stop in at the Big Bang Film Festival and catch the film Convictions which I did Make-up for a couple of years ago. You will even see my name in the credits :D And if you send me a photo of you in the film I will send you a prize! Not sure what that prize will be yet but you can be sure it will be pretty damn awesome!
Check out the website for more info:
Big Bang Music Festival
Convictions: the movie
Check out the website for more info:
Big Bang Music Festival
Convictions: the movie
Tuesday 18 September 2007
Young cat, if you keep your eyes open enough, oh, the stuff you would learn! The most wonderful stuff!
First off – the endoscopoengong went well. I sat in a waiting room for 2 hours with my mother. Lovely of her to drive me and all, less lovely of her to act as if I am 12 and try to read all my medical forms and speak to my doctor as if I am not there, “She gets this pain all the time and she is doubled over constantly” WTF?! You have no idea! No it is not constant and no the reflux does NOT double me over it makes me stand straight- you have NO idea just SHUT UP! But thanks again for driving me. Then again this is the woman that insisted she came into the doctors office with me until I was 18 and I finally decided to get my own doctor. Only now I am stuck with stupid ones that know nothing Oh I’m ranting again. Sorry.
So I was wheeled in to the surgery room and the lady put the drip in my arm and told me to roll on my side. About 5 seconds later everything is all swirly and I’m all “Bitch has drugged m---“ Then I woke up coughing and it was 3 hours later. Thank kinda rocked! I need me some of that shit!
They didn’t find anything too interesting, just a bit of reflux that I could have told them was there. I get the results from my biopsy in the next couple of days, and then I will find out if I have what the doctors think I have. Will tell you all about that when I know more :)
Now, I bet your all like “Dude! Its 6:30am! ON A TUESDAY! WTF are you doing blogging! Get to work!” And I will be all “Dude! I’m sick as shit, leave me alone. But first, get me another roll of toilet paper, those tissue things are to damn expensive!”
Yes, I am holed up in bed with the flu. See the thing about the flu is when you don’t have it; you always forget how bad it really is. Boy has been suffering from it the last few days and I’m all “You’ll live, drink water. Can’t be that bad it’s just a flu. Now get up and make dinner I just have to upload this photo then check my comments and Ill be right there…. not” and now I’m all like “ooooohhh I’m dddiiiieeeeiiinnngggg *sneeze* love me!! Spoil me!!!! But if you touch me or laugh at me your balls will be come sultanas”
The doctor said this might happen. See because of the reflux whenever I lie down the acids come up my throat and make me sit up – basis for a crappy nights sleep! Spread this over 12 months and my immune system is working as hard as the pimply shit at Domino’s that always forgets to put garlic on my Olive and Garlic Supreme, fucking idiot. So yeh, I get the flu, grumble grumble grumble.
Now excuse me while I go get my camera and take a picture of myself all fluie and load it to flickr, nothing like cyber-sympathy to make everything ok :)
End note – funny little ditty for you – ways NOT to start a convo with someone that is expecting doctors results from you.
Me – I’m dieing
Anon – Oh shit… Is it from that fucking stomach thing??
Me – Ohh no! Not really dieing! I just have the flu!
So I was wheeled in to the surgery room and the lady put the drip in my arm and told me to roll on my side. About 5 seconds later everything is all swirly and I’m all “Bitch has drugged m---“ Then I woke up coughing and it was 3 hours later. Thank kinda rocked! I need me some of that shit!
They didn’t find anything too interesting, just a bit of reflux that I could have told them was there. I get the results from my biopsy in the next couple of days, and then I will find out if I have what the doctors think I have. Will tell you all about that when I know more :)
Now, I bet your all like “Dude! Its 6:30am! ON A TUESDAY! WTF are you doing blogging! Get to work!” And I will be all “Dude! I’m sick as shit, leave me alone. But first, get me another roll of toilet paper, those tissue things are to damn expensive!”
Yes, I am holed up in bed with the flu. See the thing about the flu is when you don’t have it; you always forget how bad it really is. Boy has been suffering from it the last few days and I’m all “You’ll live, drink water. Can’t be that bad it’s just a flu. Now get up and make dinner I just have to upload this photo then check my comments and Ill be right there…. not” and now I’m all like “ooooohhh I’m dddiiiieeeeiiinnngggg *sneeze* love me!! Spoil me!!!! But if you touch me or laugh at me your balls will be come sultanas”
The doctor said this might happen. See because of the reflux whenever I lie down the acids come up my throat and make me sit up – basis for a crappy nights sleep! Spread this over 12 months and my immune system is working as hard as the pimply shit at Domino’s that always forgets to put garlic on my Olive and Garlic Supreme, fucking idiot. So yeh, I get the flu, grumble grumble grumble.
Now excuse me while I go get my camera and take a picture of myself all fluie and load it to flickr, nothing like cyber-sympathy to make everything ok :)
End note – funny little ditty for you – ways NOT to start a convo with someone that is expecting doctors results from you.
Me – I’m dieing
Anon – Oh shit… Is it from that fucking stomach thing??
Me – Ohh no! Not really dieing! I just have the flu!
Wednesday 12 September 2007
Endosocosomeandsomething
I finished off last week with an intense feeling of hatred to all things PhD (other then the PHD straightening irons, those things are great for curling your hair. Yet they call them a straightener... I've never figured that one out!). I have since gone to see someone that knows something out side of the common house hold flu and have been given a referral to an Endosocopoligist.
Sounds funky huh? Well it would if it were real. I don't actually know what the dude is but I know he's going to stick a camera down my throat and take pictures of my stomach.
I am really considering asking for copies of these to post on Flickr, reckon I could get one Explored?? Not that they will really be putting a Canon Rebel down there or anything, not sure how good the quality would be on those itty bitty cameras. Then again they have to pick up really small problems in your stomach so it's got to be pretty decent or at least have a serious zoom...
I digress.
So I am going to the hospital on Friday for that. A little worried about what they will find, but more worried that they wont find anything and I'll be back where I was with this devil pain and no diagnosis (Mylanta 12 times a day is not a cure people!!!). And really the thought of free morphine completely out ways all bads because seriously? That shit ain't cheap!
Also, I get to eat as much ice-cream as I want. Much like having your tonsils out, only I am 20 not 5 and I can enjoy the effects of the drugs, and when you eat ice-cream when you're sick it doesn't make you fat. It's a rule, like eating off someone else's plate. This is also a bonus as Boy and I went shopping on the weekend and both bought ice-cream for each other. We now have 2 litres of Boysenberry and 2 litres of Butterscotch Crunch. Neither of us eats ice-cream often. So it's a good thing I am getting this done, I am making sure we don't waste food!
Plus 3 DAY WEEKEND!!! I figure not only will the drugs give me a nice little needed rest I get to go on holidays where ever in the world I want without ever leaving my bed!!!
Once all that's done I am on to doing up the Baby Shower Invitations for the beautiful Catto.
If the invitations turn out crappy I am so blaming the morphine!
Sounds funky huh? Well it would if it were real. I don't actually know what the dude is but I know he's going to stick a camera down my throat and take pictures of my stomach.
I am really considering asking for copies of these to post on Flickr, reckon I could get one Explored?? Not that they will really be putting a Canon Rebel down there or anything, not sure how good the quality would be on those itty bitty cameras. Then again they have to pick up really small problems in your stomach so it's got to be pretty decent or at least have a serious zoom...
I digress.
So I am going to the hospital on Friday for that. A little worried about what they will find, but more worried that they wont find anything and I'll be back where I was with this devil pain and no diagnosis (Mylanta 12 times a day is not a cure people!!!). And really the thought of free morphine completely out ways all bads because seriously? That shit ain't cheap!
Also, I get to eat as much ice-cream as I want. Much like having your tonsils out, only I am 20 not 5 and I can enjoy the effects of the drugs, and when you eat ice-cream when you're sick it doesn't make you fat. It's a rule, like eating off someone else's plate. This is also a bonus as Boy and I went shopping on the weekend and both bought ice-cream for each other. We now have 2 litres of Boysenberry and 2 litres of Butterscotch Crunch. Neither of us eats ice-cream often. So it's a good thing I am getting this done, I am making sure we don't waste food!
Plus 3 DAY WEEKEND!!! I figure not only will the drugs give me a nice little needed rest I get to go on holidays where ever in the world I want without ever leaving my bed!!!
Once all that's done I am on to doing up the Baby Shower Invitations for the beautiful Catto.
If the invitations turn out crappy I am so blaming the morphine!
Tuesday 4 September 2007
Doctors. I hate them.
And I don't just hate them for the normal reasons like the stab needles into your flesh or give you news that you will die in the next 3 months. No, I have bigger fish to boil with them.
From my experience, they dick you around.
Any thing that takes more then a pump of a blood pressure monitor and printing of a script, for the same little white antibiotics that must be saved on their desktop, is much too much work! Because really, the $100 per 10 minute appointment just can not cover them doing anything more then that!
I have recently had my 4th appointment in the last 12 months for the same damn thing. And you know what the doctor did this time? Put me on the same bloody tablets I was on 12 months ago, which, I pointed out to him, did NOTHING the first time!!!
See, I get heart burn, indigestion, gastro-reflux, whatever you want to call it I get a bloody painful feeling in my gut a LOT of the time. It all started about 1 year ago. I went to the doctors about it and she printed out a script for 20grams of Somac and pushed me out of her office, literally (suffice to say I never went back to her!)!
The drugs did nothing so 3 months later I went to another doctor. She sent me off for blood tests which all came back with nothing so no follow up appointment. Great job there!
By now I am getting a bit annoyed with doctors in general so I decide I can live with it. Heartburn is a bitch but I don't think its going to kill me. That is until I start throwing up daily.
Let me just say this. Nausea... Nearly as evil as doctors! There is nothing worse then sitting there for an hour being too scared to move one muscle because you know there will be a renactment of 'The Exorcist'. Regans got nothin on my projectiles!
So off I trudge to another doctor. This one thinks I must have a tummy bug (yes a 10 month tummy bug) and goes ALL out and sends me, not only for a blood test, but a urine test too (you really wanted to know that didn't you? I thought so.)! And, when both come back negative, he did nothing! Can you possibly believe?! A doctor doing nothing OMG!!!
By this stage I am ready to kill someone. I wake up with heartburn which gets worse if I don't eat straight away. Then during the day if I don't eat every 3 hours I get it. But, if I eat anything more then a few mouthfuls, up it all comes. So if I don't eat its indigestion, if I do eat I spew. Gotta love my body sometime!
I was ready to decide I am just a freak and I will have to live my life with a constant stack of Mylanta and water bottles next to me. But, that niggly little voice in the back of your head that tells you that something serious could go wrong here caused me to pick up the phone and make another doctors appointment.
I went back to the same guy as last time. Told him I was Jack of his shit and he better fix me or I was taking his arse to small claims tribunal for negligence! Ok, more I asked him to please fix me because I was getting sad.
And yes, he put me on the same drugs I was on a year ago. Told me to wait 2 weeks if it's still bad he will put me on more drugs.
So after 1 year, 3 doctors, 3 doses of medicine, and hundreds of dollars I still have no idea what is wrong with me, I still have to eat every few hours and I am still throwing up whenever I eat.
God I hate doctors!
From my experience, they dick you around.
Any thing that takes more then a pump of a blood pressure monitor and printing of a script, for the same little white antibiotics that must be saved on their desktop, is much too much work! Because really, the $100 per 10 minute appointment just can not cover them doing anything more then that!
I have recently had my 4th appointment in the last 12 months for the same damn thing. And you know what the doctor did this time? Put me on the same bloody tablets I was on 12 months ago, which, I pointed out to him, did NOTHING the first time!!!
See, I get heart burn, indigestion, gastro-reflux, whatever you want to call it I get a bloody painful feeling in my gut a LOT of the time. It all started about 1 year ago. I went to the doctors about it and she printed out a script for 20grams of Somac and pushed me out of her office, literally (suffice to say I never went back to her!)!
The drugs did nothing so 3 months later I went to another doctor. She sent me off for blood tests which all came back with nothing so no follow up appointment. Great job there!
By now I am getting a bit annoyed with doctors in general so I decide I can live with it. Heartburn is a bitch but I don't think its going to kill me. That is until I start throwing up daily.
Let me just say this. Nausea... Nearly as evil as doctors! There is nothing worse then sitting there for an hour being too scared to move one muscle because you know there will be a renactment of 'The Exorcist'. Regans got nothin on my projectiles!
So off I trudge to another doctor. This one thinks I must have a tummy bug (yes a 10 month tummy bug) and goes ALL out and sends me, not only for a blood test, but a urine test too (you really wanted to know that didn't you? I thought so.)! And, when both come back negative, he did nothing! Can you possibly believe?! A doctor doing nothing OMG!!!
By this stage I am ready to kill someone. I wake up with heartburn which gets worse if I don't eat straight away. Then during the day if I don't eat every 3 hours I get it. But, if I eat anything more then a few mouthfuls, up it all comes. So if I don't eat its indigestion, if I do eat I spew. Gotta love my body sometime!
I was ready to decide I am just a freak and I will have to live my life with a constant stack of Mylanta and water bottles next to me. But, that niggly little voice in the back of your head that tells you that something serious could go wrong here caused me to pick up the phone and make another doctors appointment.
I went back to the same guy as last time. Told him I was Jack of his shit and he better fix me or I was taking his arse to small claims tribunal for negligence! Ok, more I asked him to please fix me because I was getting sad.
And yes, he put me on the same drugs I was on a year ago. Told me to wait 2 weeks if it's still bad he will put me on more drugs.
So after 1 year, 3 doctors, 3 doses of medicine, and hundreds of dollars I still have no idea what is wrong with me, I still have to eat every few hours and I am still throwing up whenever I eat.
God I hate doctors!
Friday 31 August 2007
This just in! A Rugby player has been caught taking drugs!!!! Shock horror!
Can you possibly believe it? A Rugby player! Part of the most upstanding, moral section of Australian society... Oh wait.. I think I have heard this one before... No no that was the one about the Rugby player that raped that Gold Coast girl... Or was it the one that got into a bar brawl and put the other guy in a coma?.. Gosh, darn, there is just too many to remember these days!
So I opened the news paper this morning and Andrew Johns, Australian Footy player, has been caught with drugs, this time in London (what's with London? Aussies think they don't have police there or something??). But this is the thing that really gets me, the guys excuse was - "There is just so much pressure [in foot ball], drugs were an escape"
Now if I was on $200,000+ wages a year to do something that I was passionate about, eat well, keep in shape and run around an oval, I personally would think my life was pretty well blessed. Now you may be saying - 'we donâ't know what goes on in his personal live' The dude is newly engaged, he owns property and he is the Australian Rugby CAPTAIN!
I work with a couple of Footy players and I got into a bit of a conversation with one of them a while ago. I was wondering why the majority of professional players felt the need to go out do drugs, beat up other males and rape young girls and his defence was along the lines of "Their career is so stressful, its not just a 9-5 job, they have to play weekends and once they are off the field they have media surrounding them. When they go out to let of a little steam every other guy tries to pick a fight with them and they have women throwing themselves at their feet."
Bias much?
Ok, so given, I can understand there would be a fair bit of pressure from the media following their whole life. But, did they not get into that industry not knowing there was that little catch? I know that if I become a chef I will get lots of burns; therefore I don't become a chef.
I get that other guys might be a little jealous of the footy players status and may pick a fight. I myself have been in a few biffs before because some girl was jealous I was talking to her boyfriend or thought I was prettier (and modister. And smarter), so I will give them a little tip on this one. Ready for it... Walk Away! OMG! And while you are doing it, just think about your $200,000 contract, I am sure that will calm your nerves a little bit.
However, the little one about women throwing themselves at them; so of course they are going to sleep with them! Then the women just make up a story that it was rape so they can get attention. That just makes me sick.
Sure there might have been one or two cases over the last few years where this happens but I can not count how many times I have read in the paper 'Rugby player investigated under claims of rape' or something much like it. But, being a very important part of our society Jail is just beneath them. That would be sacrilegious! What next, lock up the Pope for touching little boys?!?!
So they get off, in all meanings, and go about their merry way.
So to Andrew Johns I say this- You are a big strong foot ball player. Instead of crying into your meth over the pains and sorrows of your horrid career I suggest you pick up one of those $100 bills, shake the cocaine off it, dry your tears, and TOUGHEN THE F UP!
So I opened the news paper this morning and Andrew Johns, Australian Footy player, has been caught with drugs, this time in London (what's with London? Aussies think they don't have police there or something??). But this is the thing that really gets me, the guys excuse was - "There is just so much pressure [in foot ball], drugs were an escape"
Now if I was on $200,000+ wages a year to do something that I was passionate about, eat well, keep in shape and run around an oval, I personally would think my life was pretty well blessed. Now you may be saying - 'we donâ't know what goes on in his personal live' The dude is newly engaged, he owns property and he is the Australian Rugby CAPTAIN!
I work with a couple of Footy players and I got into a bit of a conversation with one of them a while ago. I was wondering why the majority of professional players felt the need to go out do drugs, beat up other males and rape young girls and his defence was along the lines of "Their career is so stressful, its not just a 9-5 job, they have to play weekends and once they are off the field they have media surrounding them. When they go out to let of a little steam every other guy tries to pick a fight with them and they have women throwing themselves at their feet."
Bias much?
Ok, so given, I can understand there would be a fair bit of pressure from the media following their whole life. But, did they not get into that industry not knowing there was that little catch? I know that if I become a chef I will get lots of burns; therefore I don't become a chef.
I get that other guys might be a little jealous of the footy players status and may pick a fight. I myself have been in a few biffs before because some girl was jealous I was talking to her boyfriend or thought I was prettier (and modister. And smarter), so I will give them a little tip on this one. Ready for it... Walk Away! OMG! And while you are doing it, just think about your $200,000 contract, I am sure that will calm your nerves a little bit.
However, the little one about women throwing themselves at them; so of course they are going to sleep with them! Then the women just make up a story that it was rape so they can get attention. That just makes me sick.
Sure there might have been one or two cases over the last few years where this happens but I can not count how many times I have read in the paper 'Rugby player investigated under claims of rape' or something much like it. But, being a very important part of our society Jail is just beneath them. That would be sacrilegious! What next, lock up the Pope for touching little boys?!?!
So they get off, in all meanings, and go about their merry way.
So to Andrew Johns I say this- You are a big strong foot ball player. Instead of crying into your meth over the pains and sorrows of your horrid career I suggest you pick up one of those $100 bills, shake the cocaine off it, dry your tears, and TOUGHEN THE F UP!
Wednesday 29 August 2007
I am bald!
Ok not bald exactly but I have very very short hair!
I have been in a bit of a rut lately and needed to break out and do something crazy. As I don't exactly have the money to get a tattoo or go to England I decided to hack off my hair!
It all started when I changed jobs.
The new place is great, the people are lovely, and working on the beach instead of the CBD is like heaven but the work... Minimal. I used to be really good at my job. Give me a report to be sent out and I'd have it done within the hour. Now there are no reports to be done, I have no work at all. I have become that stupid receptionist that sits on her arse reading Perez and doing her nails (although my nails are looking stunning if I do say so myself!).
I hated that girl! Now I am her!
So I work at my mediocre job then wait for my crappy old bumpy bus which is always at least 30mins late which means I get home about 2 hours after I leave work. I get home to the shitty little town house which always feels messy and cluttered because it is so tiny. I cook dinner (or sit on the net while Boy cooks), watch neighbours, watch Futurama, go up to bed, watch some random crime show and fall asleep. Wake up and do it all again.
Weekends don't hold much more excitement either. Friday nights we do the usual weekly routine only add a few more beers. Saturday we go out to the farm, light a fire ride minibikes and get drunk. Wake up Sunday feeling like crap, clean up, and come home. Do washing. Make dinner. Go to bed. Do it all over again.
So last Thursday I woke up feeling all flu-ie, fairly average for this time of year but still not happy about it. It was all rainy and windy and dark outside so I slept in. By the time I woke up I could only throw some clothes on and run out the door without grabbing and breakfast or lunch. It was beginning to look like a shitty day!
I was on my way to work from the bus stop; the wind was throwing my hair every which way, really adding to my growing migraine when all of a sudden a huge gust of wind caused my umbrella to snap. This day was just getting better!
By the time I got to work I was soaking wet, my hair was a mess, my head was pounding, my nose was running, and I was fed up. Not just with the day but with everything. Nothing has been going right so I thought fuck it! I need to do something for me!
I rang the beauty salon across the street from my work.
"Hi do you have any appointments for right now? ... Great, anything sooner? Say in the next 5 mins?... Wonderful, see you then"
So up I went shaking with fear and got all of my hair cut off! It's meant to be kind of like Keira Knightly in Domino (I was pissed off ok?!) I like it, it's done the trick. I am sedated for now.
There not many other changes I can make in my life at the moment with out some huge repercussions that I am so not ready to take on but some small differences would be nice. If anybody has any ideas please let me know 'coz god knows what I might do next!
Ok not bald exactly but I have very very short hair!
I have been in a bit of a rut lately and needed to break out and do something crazy. As I don't exactly have the money to get a tattoo or go to England I decided to hack off my hair!
It all started when I changed jobs.
The new place is great, the people are lovely, and working on the beach instead of the CBD is like heaven but the work... Minimal. I used to be really good at my job. Give me a report to be sent out and I'd have it done within the hour. Now there are no reports to be done, I have no work at all. I have become that stupid receptionist that sits on her arse reading Perez and doing her nails (although my nails are looking stunning if I do say so myself!).
I hated that girl! Now I am her!
So I work at my mediocre job then wait for my crappy old bumpy bus which is always at least 30mins late which means I get home about 2 hours after I leave work. I get home to the shitty little town house which always feels messy and cluttered because it is so tiny. I cook dinner (or sit on the net while Boy cooks), watch neighbours, watch Futurama, go up to bed, watch some random crime show and fall asleep. Wake up and do it all again.
Weekends don't hold much more excitement either. Friday nights we do the usual weekly routine only add a few more beers. Saturday we go out to the farm, light a fire ride minibikes and get drunk. Wake up Sunday feeling like crap, clean up, and come home. Do washing. Make dinner. Go to bed. Do it all over again.
So last Thursday I woke up feeling all flu-ie, fairly average for this time of year but still not happy about it. It was all rainy and windy and dark outside so I slept in. By the time I woke up I could only throw some clothes on and run out the door without grabbing and breakfast or lunch. It was beginning to look like a shitty day!
I was on my way to work from the bus stop; the wind was throwing my hair every which way, really adding to my growing migraine when all of a sudden a huge gust of wind caused my umbrella to snap. This day was just getting better!
By the time I got to work I was soaking wet, my hair was a mess, my head was pounding, my nose was running, and I was fed up. Not just with the day but with everything. Nothing has been going right so I thought fuck it! I need to do something for me!
I rang the beauty salon across the street from my work.
"Hi do you have any appointments for right now? ... Great, anything sooner? Say in the next 5 mins?... Wonderful, see you then"
So up I went shaking with fear and got all of my hair cut off! It's meant to be kind of like Keira Knightly in Domino (I was pissed off ok?!) I like it, it's done the trick. I am sedated for now.
There not many other changes I can make in my life at the moment with out some huge repercussions that I am so not ready to take on but some small differences would be nice. If anybody has any ideas please let me know 'coz god knows what I might do next!
Monday 23 July 2007
Friday 11 May 2007
moving.... again
So much has happened! Let me start from the soonest and work our way forward (yes nothing has really happened yet - it is happening)
Well we have spent the last few weeks living off my sister and Potato head but the time has come for us to find our own feet. We are moving. Yes Again. I know we only just moved. Yes most of it is still packed. No I am not planning on doing it any time soon. STOP GIVING ME THAT LOOK!
sorry.
So yes we are moving. I get to pick up the keys to our new little abode today. (Half day of work WHOOOOO) We are moving to a beautiful little (rental) town house. It is two levels - the bottom level has a small L-shaped court yard (YES WITH GRASS!! yes I plan on using gray water. Yes I know we are in a drought. YES I KNOW AND I AM STILL EXCITED LEAVE ME ALONE!) a large lounge with an open kitchen (with dishwasher! And some cockroaches thrown in) a small sun room/dining room and small laundry. Then upstairs is all polished floors with a renovated bathroom, new modern paint with feature walls and a HUGE bedroom. Ohh yeh and the winner - A FULL WALL OF MIRRORED CLOSET! Yes! FULL WALL! MIRRORED! WITH SHOE HOLDERS!
Ok sorry just fainted for a bit.
This will be the first time in.... 2 years (other then that brief terrifying stint back with my parents) that I have had closet space - that my clothes have had somewhere other then a box or a chair to live. I am in heaven! And yes it does cover up the pain of $260/per week rent.
So my lovely new little town house is in perfect walking distance from my bus I need to catch to get to my new job. Yes you heard right - NEW JOB!
I quit my job at The Finance Hell last week and will be finishing up on the 17th and starting my new job on the 21st. It is another finance company but is a satellite office of the big international branch. I will be working with 3 gentlemen who all seem very friendly and my desk over looks the ocean - that’s right the office is across the street from the beach!!! Trust me to get a job on the beach just in time for winter! Ohh but the winner in this one - $4,000 extra pay NOT including the 4, yes FOUR, bonus' a year! YAY! The job will also be a lot more responsibility - I will be running the office, being the only admin worker there and playing PA to the two owners and running reception. I am very scared but I know my beautiful Kimmy Chick from The Finance Hell has taught me well and I am fairly certain this is something I will Rock at :D
On that note I should be doing my work – lots to finish up in my 4.5 days I have left ;)
Toodles
Well we have spent the last few weeks living off my sister and Potato head but the time has come for us to find our own feet. We are moving. Yes Again. I know we only just moved. Yes most of it is still packed. No I am not planning on doing it any time soon. STOP GIVING ME THAT LOOK!
sorry.
So yes we are moving. I get to pick up the keys to our new little abode today. (Half day of work WHOOOOO) We are moving to a beautiful little (rental) town house. It is two levels - the bottom level has a small L-shaped court yard (YES WITH GRASS!! yes I plan on using gray water. Yes I know we are in a drought. YES I KNOW AND I AM STILL EXCITED LEAVE ME ALONE!) a large lounge with an open kitchen (with dishwasher! And some cockroaches thrown in) a small sun room/dining room and small laundry. Then upstairs is all polished floors with a renovated bathroom, new modern paint with feature walls and a HUGE bedroom. Ohh yeh and the winner - A FULL WALL OF MIRRORED CLOSET! Yes! FULL WALL! MIRRORED! WITH SHOE HOLDERS!
Ok sorry just fainted for a bit.
This will be the first time in.... 2 years (other then that brief terrifying stint back with my parents) that I have had closet space - that my clothes have had somewhere other then a box or a chair to live. I am in heaven! And yes it does cover up the pain of $260/per week rent.
So my lovely new little town house is in perfect walking distance from my bus I need to catch to get to my new job. Yes you heard right - NEW JOB!
I quit my job at The Finance Hell last week and will be finishing up on the 17th and starting my new job on the 21st. It is another finance company but is a satellite office of the big international branch. I will be working with 3 gentlemen who all seem very friendly and my desk over looks the ocean - that’s right the office is across the street from the beach!!! Trust me to get a job on the beach just in time for winter! Ohh but the winner in this one - $4,000 extra pay NOT including the 4, yes FOUR, bonus' a year! YAY! The job will also be a lot more responsibility - I will be running the office, being the only admin worker there and playing PA to the two owners and running reception. I am very scared but I know my beautiful Kimmy Chick from The Finance Hell has taught me well and I am fairly certain this is something I will Rock at :D
On that note I should be doing my work – lots to finish up in my 4.5 days I have left ;)
Toodles
Monday 16 April 2007
but her thoughts wont let her hit rewind
I suck. Life has been busy. Blogging has fallen by the way side behind moving, flickring and drinking. So here we go with the updates coz I cant stand another email from someone thinking they are doing me a justice by informing me that I am lazy. Because this is something I have never realised myself!!! (But the emails can continue, please... Makes me feel special :) )
First off we have rented our little home out and moved in with my Big Sis and Potato Head. So far it has been lots of fun. Fairly relaxing but with a large dash of rum thrown in for good measure.
I have made a huge decision to put on hold my number one love for a little while. As much as this is beyond painful and heartbreaking for me I just don’t believe things can keep going on as they have been over the past few weeks. It is not only taking a toll my own mental state but my work life is being affected and things are getting a bit over my head. Or more to the point over my belt buckle. Rum is making me bloated and bellied. So much so that I have decided to have a few days off it so I can slim down just in time for my binge with Elisha this weekend. We need to look half decent so we can rag on our boyfriends and not be ugly while doing it!
I have started going to a solarium to get rid of a skin thing on my shoulders. It seems to be making my hands very attractive and brown but alas the rest of me still looks like a pasty Pom :(
In all my life right now is consisting of work, rum, reading, flickring, Photoshop, point and shoot, rum, rarararara SHUT UP rarara, poker and a little bit of rum to top it all off. Tonight will be painful. I want a rum :( ... Luckily I have half a bottle of baileys in the fridge and some vodka waiting on ice. Life isn’t always a bitch.
First off we have rented our little home out and moved in with my Big Sis and Potato Head. So far it has been lots of fun. Fairly relaxing but with a large dash of rum thrown in for good measure.
I have made a huge decision to put on hold my number one love for a little while. As much as this is beyond painful and heartbreaking for me I just don’t believe things can keep going on as they have been over the past few weeks. It is not only taking a toll my own mental state but my work life is being affected and things are getting a bit over my head. Or more to the point over my belt buckle. Rum is making me bloated and bellied. So much so that I have decided to have a few days off it so I can slim down just in time for my binge with Elisha this weekend. We need to look half decent so we can rag on our boyfriends and not be ugly while doing it!
I have started going to a solarium to get rid of a skin thing on my shoulders. It seems to be making my hands very attractive and brown but alas the rest of me still looks like a pasty Pom :(
In all my life right now is consisting of work, rum, reading, flickring, Photoshop, point and shoot, rum, rarararara SHUT UP rarara, poker and a little bit of rum to top it all off. Tonight will be painful. I want a rum :( ... Luckily I have half a bottle of baileys in the fridge and some vodka waiting on ice. Life isn’t always a bitch.
Thursday 29 March 2007
Tuesday 27 March 2007
And an old rocking chair....
We finally have the house rented out! The tenants actually seem quite nice and much like us - add 5 years, minus some brains - so we are happy to trust our house in their hands. Ok they are not as pretty as I as hoping but I can live with that. This is Ipswich - I should be glad they don’t have two heads.
The newbies are moving in on Tuesday thus we are now in the mad rush to get our stuff out and have it as clean as we want them to keep it.
The lovely big sis and Potato Head have agreed to let us bunk at theirs for a while until we find a nice apartment with a kitchen big enough for my fridge, a small - but usable- balcony and a decent bathroom. Any suggestions?
I took today off work to get some of the packing done so we can be out before the weekend and use that time to clean. Well... THAT was a stupid idea! So far I have about a total of 5 boxes packed. I seem to be just making piles of shit everwhere. Really, where was all of this crap hiding?! I didn’t even know I owned a stand to use in the microwave let alone bank statements from 3 years ago!!
In between moving piles of crap from one side of the room to another – with little to no boxing inbetween – I seem to of collected some extra clothing. Right now I am wearing 7 pieces of 3 shirts a pair of stockings and my jeans – how the stockings got under the jeans that I started off in I am at a loss to remember. I also have 4 ribbons scratching their wat between my wrists to my head. Oh and my tiara (cant forget that!!) and some bangles. Is it just me or does everyone do this? I seem to think that if I am wearing it then it won’t get lost in all of the other junk. OR, is it that if I am wearing it then its less effort then just throwing it in the box right next to me? Who knows...
Meanwhile my neck is painfully itchy from one of these evil ribbons. Excuse me while I go get rid of it before I get too many marks on my neck - don’t want people thinking Boy actually likes me!!!
*Side note - Babs left work on Friday to go to the evil Corporate Capitalist Doom that is Morgans. Good luck and remember - The force is with you :p NERD!
The newbies are moving in on Tuesday thus we are now in the mad rush to get our stuff out and have it as clean as we want them to keep it.
The lovely big sis and Potato Head have agreed to let us bunk at theirs for a while until we find a nice apartment with a kitchen big enough for my fridge, a small - but usable- balcony and a decent bathroom. Any suggestions?
I took today off work to get some of the packing done so we can be out before the weekend and use that time to clean. Well... THAT was a stupid idea! So far I have about a total of 5 boxes packed. I seem to be just making piles of shit everwhere. Really, where was all of this crap hiding?! I didn’t even know I owned a stand to use in the microwave let alone bank statements from 3 years ago!!
In between moving piles of crap from one side of the room to another – with little to no boxing inbetween – I seem to of collected some extra clothing. Right now I am wearing 7 pieces of 3 shirts a pair of stockings and my jeans – how the stockings got under the jeans that I started off in I am at a loss to remember. I also have 4 ribbons scratching their wat between my wrists to my head. Oh and my tiara (cant forget that!!) and some bangles. Is it just me or does everyone do this? I seem to think that if I am wearing it then it won’t get lost in all of the other junk. OR, is it that if I am wearing it then its less effort then just throwing it in the box right next to me? Who knows...
Meanwhile my neck is painfully itchy from one of these evil ribbons. Excuse me while I go get rid of it before I get too many marks on my neck - don’t want people thinking Boy actually likes me!!!
*Side note - Babs left work on Friday to go to the evil Corporate Capitalist Doom that is Morgans. Good luck and remember - The force is with you :p NERD!
Friday 16 March 2007
Don't mater what side it lands on if it's someone else's dime
Well, I just want to punch my self from reading the last few posts. I am such a whiner. Really woman SHUT UP! Lots of things have been icky lately and they don't seem to be letting up just yet but that is no reason to come on here and whine like a little bitch with a skinned knee. I smile everyday (even if it is forced). I am not going to die tomorrow (please don’t hold me to that). I have a stable job (with a slut face behind me that I want to punch). I own a home (if I punch slut face and lose my job then the bank will take it). I have a wonderful relationship (...).
Ok, maybe the complaining will never stop. Maybe that’s just me. See I know there are children dying in India; America voting in George Doubbleya; wives being beaten in England; America just being… well... America. But when I don’t get my full nights sleep (for a month) and when I have a big arse tumour on my neck and when my office desk is right under the air-conditioning vent which is set at 17C and I am dressed for 37C temperatures outside then I want to complain dagnamit!
However, if you feel the need you are more then welcome to buy me this and I will stop complaining :)
Ok, maybe the complaining will never stop. Maybe that’s just me. See I know there are children dying in India; America voting in George Doubbleya; wives being beaten in England; America just being… well... America. But when I don’t get my full nights sleep (for a month) and when I have a big arse tumour on my neck and when my office desk is right under the air-conditioning vent which is set at 17C and I am dressed for 37C temperatures outside then I want to complain dagnamit!
However, if you feel the need you are more then welcome to buy me this and I will stop complaining :)
Thursday 8 March 2007
just a step, on the boss mans ladder
I got into work at 6:20 this morning. This is fairly average for me. Boy starts work at 7am so he drops me in the city on his way through. I don't technically start work until 8am. However, Boss man, gets in the office at 7am so of course he wants stuff completed as of 7:10am. Usually this doesn’t fuss me, it means I am able to take time off to go to doctors appointments or leave early without loosing any money (I also spend a lot of my day on flickr without getting in to much trouble :s ).
It is now 5:56pm and I am still sitting at my desk. I have been here for almost 12 hours. I would like to go home now.
Boy rang this morning at around 10am to tell me he had to go down the coast on a job and I would have to catch the bus to TAFE. Of course the TAFE course I am doing is Hydraulics A and there was NO WAY I was going to be overhauling a hydraulic pump in my work clothes and 3" heals in a classroom full of males, call me a bimbo, I don’t care. NOT HAPPENING! So I told Boy to call when he knew what time he was finishing and I would let him know where I was then.
At 3:30 I got a message saying "Be back at work at 5:30. See you then". Ok well that will only be an hour and a half staying back. I can wait. Give me some time to take some pics of the office.
5:00 comes and I give Boy a call, you know they might have been running ahead of schedule or something. "Hello. The person you have called is unavailable..." hmm, his phone is off. That’s OK. He is probably out of reception on the drive back.
5:30 "Hello. The person you have called..." Ok... maybe his phone has turned its self off and he hasn't checked.
5:45 There is only one person still in the office and he keeps giving me funny looks "Hello. The per..."
5:55 Everyone has left the office and the cleaners are now vacuuming under my feet "Hello. T..." hmmm
6:00 OK, he is back in Brisbane and his phone is off, he has assumed that I have gone to TAFE but being the caring person he is he will stop off at a payphone.
6:05 Every pay phone he has stopped off at is broken.... "Doo do dooo dododod/Buzzzz buzzzzz buzzzz" Yay, he just rang and will be leaving work in a minute. FINALLY after 12 hours I am going home WOoOOOOOOO
It is now 5:56pm and I am still sitting at my desk. I have been here for almost 12 hours. I would like to go home now.
Boy rang this morning at around 10am to tell me he had to go down the coast on a job and I would have to catch the bus to TAFE. Of course the TAFE course I am doing is Hydraulics A and there was NO WAY I was going to be overhauling a hydraulic pump in my work clothes and 3" heals in a classroom full of males, call me a bimbo, I don’t care. NOT HAPPENING! So I told Boy to call when he knew what time he was finishing and I would let him know where I was then.
At 3:30 I got a message saying "Be back at work at 5:30. See you then". Ok well that will only be an hour and a half staying back. I can wait. Give me some time to take some pics of the office.
5:00 comes and I give Boy a call, you know they might have been running ahead of schedule or something. "Hello. The person you have called is unavailable..." hmm, his phone is off. That’s OK. He is probably out of reception on the drive back.
5:30 "Hello. The person you have called..." Ok... maybe his phone has turned its self off and he hasn't checked.
5:45 There is only one person still in the office and he keeps giving me funny looks "Hello. The per..."
5:55 Everyone has left the office and the cleaners are now vacuuming under my feet "Hello. T..." hmmm
6:00 OK, he is back in Brisbane and his phone is off, he has assumed that I have gone to TAFE but being the caring person he is he will stop off at a payphone.
6:05 Every pay phone he has stopped off at is broken.... "Doo do dooo dododod/Buzzzz buzzzzz buzzzz" Yay, he just rang and will be leaving work in a minute. FINALLY after 12 hours I am going home WOoOOOOOOO
I am normal I tell you! NORMAL
I DONT have a sty in my eye dear liza, dear liza. I DONT have a sty dear lliiiiizzaaaa. :D YAY
Oh but I might have a tumor in my neck :s Lets vote which is worse, shall we?! :D
Oh but I might have a tumor in my neck :s Lets vote which is worse, shall we?! :D
Meat-loving cow eats chickens
March 08, 2007 12:00am
Article from: ReutersFont size: + -
WHEN dozens of chickens went missing from a remote West Bengal village, everyone blamed the neighborhood dogs.
But Ajit Ghosh, the owner of the missing chickens, eventually solved the puzzle when he caught his cow - a sacred animal for the Hindu family - gobbling up several of them at night.
"We were shocked to see our calf eating chickens alive," Mr Ghosh said.
The family decided to stand guard at night on Monday at the cow shed which also served as a hen coop, after 48 chickens went missing in a month.
"Instead of the dogs, we watched in horror as the calf, whom we had fondly named Lal, sneak to the coop and grab the little ones with the precision of a jungle cat," Gour Ghosh, his brother, said.
Ohh no... now I have to worry about cows eating me as well :(
Article from: ReutersFont size: + -
WHEN dozens of chickens went missing from a remote West Bengal village, everyone blamed the neighborhood dogs.
But Ajit Ghosh, the owner of the missing chickens, eventually solved the puzzle when he caught his cow - a sacred animal for the Hindu family - gobbling up several of them at night.
"We were shocked to see our calf eating chickens alive," Mr Ghosh said.
The family decided to stand guard at night on Monday at the cow shed which also served as a hen coop, after 48 chickens went missing in a month.
"Instead of the dogs, we watched in horror as the calf, whom we had fondly named Lal, sneak to the coop and grab the little ones with the precision of a jungle cat," Gour Ghosh, his brother, said.
Ohh no... now I have to worry about cows eating me as well :(
Tuesday 6 March 2007
UPDATE UPDATE
I am at work so I have to make this quick-
I went to the doctors on Friday and they told me I have Gastro-reflux insomnia. This is basically that my stomach acids feel the need to march up my oesophagus whenever I lay down which gives me really bad heartburn and stops me from sleeping. This goes on for a week or so until my body has lost the habit of sleeping and the insomnia kicks in. They gave me some Somain for the reflux which I have to take every night but will take around 3 weeks to work properly, and Stilnox for the sleeping. I have a hatred of sleeping tablets... actually no, I have a love for them which is very bad and unhealthy so I really don’t want to take them.
So far I have taken 3 and with the exception to seeing some people that are not really there and thinking kissing Boy meant I was in an Opera it hasn't been too bad. I will keep going with them for another few nights and then stop. But YAY I had a whole night of sleep last night! Hooray for me!
Yesterday I found a big lump in my neck and it is hurting a bit. I am not fussed on it but Boy wants me to go to the doctors – If it is still there tomorrow I might think about it. Meh.
I have been obsessing over flickr.com the last few days. So if you haven’t gone to my link below – GO THERE NOW!
If my daddy is reading this (even though he promised he would never look at it again… he is such a liar!) then I MISS YOU!!! Have fun overseas and don’t work too hard. Try to have a bit of a rest please. We want you to come back healthier then you are leaving :)
I still haven’t been speaking to my mother. She will come around eventually. Oh, but my Big Big Sister in Sydney rang on Saturday!! I love talking to Snoz. I used to find it a bit hard because she had lived away from home for so long but we have been talking a fair bit lately and I love it :D So, I will leave you with a quick note that she taught me many years ago
BE A WARM FUZZY NOT A COLD PRICKLEY!
I went to the doctors on Friday and they told me I have Gastro-reflux insomnia. This is basically that my stomach acids feel the need to march up my oesophagus whenever I lay down which gives me really bad heartburn and stops me from sleeping. This goes on for a week or so until my body has lost the habit of sleeping and the insomnia kicks in. They gave me some Somain for the reflux which I have to take every night but will take around 3 weeks to work properly, and Stilnox for the sleeping. I have a hatred of sleeping tablets... actually no, I have a love for them which is very bad and unhealthy so I really don’t want to take them.
So far I have taken 3 and with the exception to seeing some people that are not really there and thinking kissing Boy meant I was in an Opera it hasn't been too bad. I will keep going with them for another few nights and then stop. But YAY I had a whole night of sleep last night! Hooray for me!
Yesterday I found a big lump in my neck and it is hurting a bit. I am not fussed on it but Boy wants me to go to the doctors – If it is still there tomorrow I might think about it. Meh.
I have been obsessing over flickr.com the last few days. So if you haven’t gone to my link below – GO THERE NOW!
If my daddy is reading this (even though he promised he would never look at it again… he is such a liar!) then I MISS YOU!!! Have fun overseas and don’t work too hard. Try to have a bit of a rest please. We want you to come back healthier then you are leaving :)
I still haven’t been speaking to my mother. She will come around eventually. Oh, but my Big Big Sister in Sydney rang on Saturday!! I love talking to Snoz. I used to find it a bit hard because she had lived away from home for so long but we have been talking a fair bit lately and I love it :D So, I will leave you with a quick note that she taught me many years ago
BE A WARM FUZZY NOT A COLD PRICKLEY!
Saturday 3 March 2007
Friday 2 March 2007
D-
I have cheated :s
I completely forgot I had written a post until I was on the way to work this morning. As soon as I read the first line even I wanted to hit myself for my shittastic spelling! So I have gone back and rewritten some bits of it. I know, sue me. Well it is better then spelling hilarious hilareious :s!
Have a Great Friday WOOOOOO
(oh I watched Charlie and the Chocolate Factory and Benny & Joon this week - I didn’t think it was possible but I am officially even more in love with Johnny Depp then I was before!)
I completely forgot I had written a post until I was on the way to work this morning. As soon as I read the first line even I wanted to hit myself for my shittastic spelling! So I have gone back and rewritten some bits of it. I know, sue me. Well it is better then spelling hilarious hilareious :s!
Have a Great Friday WOOOOOO
(oh I watched Charlie and the Chocolate Factory and Benny & Joon this week - I didn’t think it was possible but I am officially even more in love with Johnny Depp then I was before!)
the Sweetest Thing
Thursday, TAFE day. For those of you who don’t know Boy and I are taking a Hydraulics course at TAFE. It runs for 3 hours every Thursday. So far it is gone pretty well – with the exception to being the first female to ever take the course, therefore there are no female toilets in the WHOLE block. Oh and the extreme tiredness of late - sitting up listening to the drone of fans and a lecture on the significance of an orifice to reduce turbulence in flow might actually be a good cure for insomnia. I should write a paper on it! In all it is pretty interesting - the math can get a little over my tiny brain but I have had a few light bulb moments.
Tonight was not one of those nights.
For any of you who have had sleeping problems you will know the stage when tiredness starts to slip and just plain craziness sets in. Tonight happened to be that moment for me.
We were in the middle of learning about gears and the teacher started talking about Fisting Gears. I thought it was one of the funniest things I had ever heard. Boy, however, didn’t seem to find it quite as humorous. This might have been because he had heard what the teacher had REALLY said – Piston Gears (which in its self I still find fucking hilarious!). We then went on to learn about aeration and cavitations’. The teacher mentioned that air can not be compressed. Before I could think my hands were up in front of my face trying to compress the air. I AM SO SMART! S-M-R-T!! And when the 1ft tall pistons came out of the cupboard, well, anyone who has ever seen one of those things will know EXACTLY what I was thinking! Very disturbing!
My extreme intelligence didn't stop there! Oh no, the 1 hour ride home was full of passenger seat musicals and long long encores. It was here when Boy said the sweetest thing to me.
You may find this shocking if you have read any of my previous posts. Boy and I have a love/hate relationship – we love to pretend we hate each other. Nothing amuses us more then paying the other out. So when I said something extremely ridiculous on our long journey home at 10pm I was so surprised to hear the following words come out of Boys orifice (sorry, mouth – too much hydraulics for one little mind!).
“Aww. You are so gorgeous my little retard.”
Well I thought it was sweet. Guess that gives you an idea as to how he usually talks to me. ;)
Tonight was not one of those nights.
For any of you who have had sleeping problems you will know the stage when tiredness starts to slip and just plain craziness sets in. Tonight happened to be that moment for me.
We were in the middle of learning about gears and the teacher started talking about Fisting Gears. I thought it was one of the funniest things I had ever heard. Boy, however, didn’t seem to find it quite as humorous. This might have been because he had heard what the teacher had REALLY said – Piston Gears (which in its self I still find fucking hilarious!). We then went on to learn about aeration and cavitations’. The teacher mentioned that air can not be compressed. Before I could think my hands were up in front of my face trying to compress the air. I AM SO SMART! S-M-R-T!! And when the 1ft tall pistons came out of the cupboard, well, anyone who has ever seen one of those things will know EXACTLY what I was thinking! Very disturbing!
My extreme intelligence didn't stop there! Oh no, the 1 hour ride home was full of passenger seat musicals and long long encores. It was here when Boy said the sweetest thing to me.
You may find this shocking if you have read any of my previous posts. Boy and I have a love/hate relationship – we love to pretend we hate each other. Nothing amuses us more then paying the other out. So when I said something extremely ridiculous on our long journey home at 10pm I was so surprised to hear the following words come out of Boys orifice (sorry, mouth – too much hydraulics for one little mind!).
“Aww. You are so gorgeous my little retard.”
Well I thought it was sweet. Guess that gives you an idea as to how he usually talks to me. ;)
Wednesday 28 February 2007
Dont let the bed bugs bite
Another night of no sleep – this is starting to annoy me. I am too tired to get out of bed and do anything but too awake to go to sleep. I don’t drink coffee; only drink soft drink on weekends with spirits so I don’t have a large amount of caffeine. I don’t eat much sugar – I love chocolate but can’t be bothered spending money on it at the moment so sugar isn’t a problem. I eat meet and vegies and carbs for dinner every night. I don’t go for runs or anything but I do a lot of exercise just around the office and city during the day. So WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?!?!?
rsm - you suck at commenting - silly little green, wrinkly yoda!!!
rsm - you suck at commenting - silly little green, wrinkly yoda!!!
Tuesday 27 February 2007
Down will come baby, cradle and all
Ok I suck - I have been to lazy in the past couple of weeks to post anything of interest. I haven't really been sleeping much... or at all... so blogging is not at the top of my priorities this week either. BUT I will give you a bit of a run down.
Spent the weekend at Boy's mummies house. Had lots of fun! It was his step-dads birthday so we all drank much too much, played some poker, and Boy and I ended up fighting over who was King of the Castle on a pile of dirt (I so won that!). Then yesterday I had a big interview at a really good international finance company which pays more then I could ever dream of getting where I am now so fingers crossed! I have been asked back for another interview there today - this time with one of the directors so I am shitting my self right now - AGAIN! Two interviews in two days is not good for the heart or the stomach acids!
Oh speaking of hearts I have had horrible heart burn for the past few weeks. I am getting a strange feeling that I might need to go to the doctors (I HATE DOCTORS!) but I think I will wait another few months for that.
So yes my body is full of drugs right now, when I walk you can hear me rattle - Zantac for the heart burn, some herbal thing for the sleeping (doesn’t work :( ), No-Doze to keep me awake during the day, and nurofen because I have been getting migraines from the lack of sleep -wooo look at me, I am a walking chemist!! Come and dispense me.
I am going through a bit of a Photoshop LOVE at the moment - I blame rsm but I will forgive her if she comments on my pics!!! They are pretty crappy but I am only starting so I will keep playing and hopefully have something better up next week.
Spent the weekend at Boy's mummies house. Had lots of fun! It was his step-dads birthday so we all drank much too much, played some poker, and Boy and I ended up fighting over who was King of the Castle on a pile of dirt (I so won that!). Then yesterday I had a big interview at a really good international finance company which pays more then I could ever dream of getting where I am now so fingers crossed! I have been asked back for another interview there today - this time with one of the directors so I am shitting my self right now - AGAIN! Two interviews in two days is not good for the heart or the stomach acids!
Oh speaking of hearts I have had horrible heart burn for the past few weeks. I am getting a strange feeling that I might need to go to the doctors (I HATE DOCTORS!) but I think I will wait another few months for that.
So yes my body is full of drugs right now, when I walk you can hear me rattle - Zantac for the heart burn, some herbal thing for the sleeping (doesn’t work :( ), No-Doze to keep me awake during the day, and nurofen because I have been getting migraines from the lack of sleep -wooo look at me, I am a walking chemist!! Come and dispense me.
I am going through a bit of a Photoshop LOVE at the moment - I blame rsm but I will forgive her if she comments on my pics!!! They are pretty crappy but I am only starting so I will keep playing and hopefully have something better up next week.
Ignore my ugly toes - i should have kept the chuckies on!
Tuesday 20 February 2007
modern marvel
I just read the most amazing story about a baby called Amellia Jones who was born premature. So premature she was born just 21 weeks after conception. She weighed just 280 grams and measured 240cm, slightly longer than a ballpoint pen.
Today she has gone home with her parents happy and healthy. Awwwwww
Tuesday 13 February 2007
Happy Crappiest Loneliest Day of the Year!
Bwark Happy Valentines chicken
my wish for valentines day....
Who wants to make a bet on me getting this???
Thursday 8 February 2007
Finished. Done. Over. Complete. PRETTY!
Yay my little house is going up for rent today. I feel very pround/nervous/releaved.
We have finally finished the renovations, which is the biggest relief. We have weekends back and a lot less to tiff over! Hooray! But it is also kind of sad. We have put so much effort into our little home over the last 10 months its sad to see someone else getting to move in and just enjoy it. Here is a little list of what we have gone through
o The first night we moved in we had a table top on one of the removal boxes to eat our take away pizza on
o Sugar soaping every wall/bench/shelf/nook and cranny(I just realised I hate that word, reminds me of fanny)
o Chipping away the evil tiles in the entry way-- which were glued straight to the pine floors—that took about a month of every night sitting there with a screw driver and hammer trying not to damage the floors only to realise that Boy was allergic to the glue so he had to be covered head to foot before going anywhere them!
o Pulling out all of the staples which covered the WHOLE house spaced about two inches apart. Yeh, figure that one out! One month, extemely ugly hands and a ruined posture!
o Having to camp out in the garden in the middle of winter while the floors were being sanded. We had a lounge room set up on our little (uncovered) deck. This had a TV, couch, bar fridge and a microwave – I have never eaten so much take away in my life (and I’m not talking good Chinese, oh no, we were poor, I’m talking dodgy pizza)!
o Cutting the phone line while sanding the floors so we had the home phone hooked up under the house… so many unanswered calls!)
o Taking down the walls in the kitchen only to have bug/rodent poo shower down on you – not nice sunshine shower either, I mean like full on Perfect Storm kind of shower!
o The mouse carcass that got stuck in the end up the vacuum cleaner while sucking up the mountains of shit fallen from our walls
o Trying to plumb in the new bathroom vanity but not having the right tools so boy had to cut through the brand new polished floors with a steak knife – kudos to him it turned out perfect!
o The bedroom being storage the lounge room being the bedroom and the dining room being the bedroom. Then the kitchen being the bedroom and the deck being the lounge/dining/kitchen. Then the bedroom being the bedroom and the lounge room being the lounge room and the dining room being the kitchen
o Gloss paint. That is all the needs to be said. EVIL.
o And lastly- Me deciding – the day before real estate agents came out to value the house - “how hard can it possibly be to replace a showerhead? Honestly, there are instructions on the back!” Only to tear the whole thing out of the wall and have to remove the window trims and half the wall to fix it. Gosh that was smart!
It has been a huge ride; we have learnt so much its kind of scary. Coming in to this I didn’t think it was possible to take out a wall unless you had builders a few thousand dollars! But alas, we have come through the other side with heaps of great memories, an amazing house and calloused hands. I have to thank Boy’s family for their continued help and 6 am phone calls asking if they have drill sets or if Jack of All Trades (Boy’s awesome Step daddy) could come over because we have no idea how to cut cornice or hang walls or do just about any of it!
Here are the photos from the real estate agent. Hooray!
o The first night we moved in we had a table top on one of the removal boxes to eat our take away pizza on
o Sugar soaping every wall/bench/shelf/nook and cranny(I just realised I hate that word, reminds me of fanny)
o Chipping away the evil tiles in the entry way-- which were glued straight to the pine floors—that took about a month of every night sitting there with a screw driver and hammer trying not to damage the floors only to realise that Boy was allergic to the glue so he had to be covered head to foot before going anywhere them!
o Pulling out all of the staples which covered the WHOLE house spaced about two inches apart. Yeh, figure that one out! One month, extemely ugly hands and a ruined posture!
o Having to camp out in the garden in the middle of winter while the floors were being sanded. We had a lounge room set up on our little (uncovered) deck. This had a TV, couch, bar fridge and a microwave – I have never eaten so much take away in my life (and I’m not talking good Chinese, oh no, we were poor, I’m talking dodgy pizza)!
o Cutting the phone line while sanding the floors so we had the home phone hooked up under the house… so many unanswered calls!)
o Taking down the walls in the kitchen only to have bug/rodent poo shower down on you – not nice sunshine shower either, I mean like full on Perfect Storm kind of shower!
o The mouse carcass that got stuck in the end up the vacuum cleaner while sucking up the mountains of shit fallen from our walls
o Trying to plumb in the new bathroom vanity but not having the right tools so boy had to cut through the brand new polished floors with a steak knife – kudos to him it turned out perfect!
o The bedroom being storage the lounge room being the bedroom and the dining room being the bedroom. Then the kitchen being the bedroom and the deck being the lounge/dining/kitchen. Then the bedroom being the bedroom and the lounge room being the lounge room and the dining room being the kitchen
o Gloss paint. That is all the needs to be said. EVIL.
o And lastly- Me deciding – the day before real estate agents came out to value the house - “how hard can it possibly be to replace a showerhead? Honestly, there are instructions on the back!” Only to tear the whole thing out of the wall and have to remove the window trims and half the wall to fix it. Gosh that was smart!
It has been a huge ride; we have learnt so much its kind of scary. Coming in to this I didn’t think it was possible to take out a wall unless you had builders a few thousand dollars! But alas, we have come through the other side with heaps of great memories, an amazing house and calloused hands. I have to thank Boy’s family for their continued help and 6 am phone calls asking if they have drill sets or if Jack of All Trades (Boy’s awesome Step daddy) could come over because we have no idea how to cut cornice or hang walls or do just about any of it!
Here are the photos from the real estate agent. Hooray!
This is the side of the house, not a great shot but you get the gist.
This is our bedroom with our fishies and our very squeaky King sized bed 
This is our pretty vanity which Boy picked up from the auctions for $260. He has good taste for a male, yes?
Lounge room - LOOK AT THOSE FLOORS PEOPLE! LOOK AT THEM!
And lastly, my beautiful pride and joy kitchen. You can see my little Cookie Knight down in the on the left hand side. He protects my cookies!
Wednesday 7 February 2007
*tear
I am sad. Like sad sad. I seem to be crying a fair bit. I came home and found another of my fish was dying… this makes it 3 in a week… I have not done anything… There is no reason they are sick… They just keep dying. I guess that happens with fish… but still, I am sad.
My mother rang this afternoon. There is a really long story to this but I will cut it short and also loose the really personal stuff. Last time I spoke to my mother it was near the end of the sudo-divorce thing that was happening and I told her I agreed with my dad and that she had a fairly large issue that I believe she needs help with. She didn’t quite take the constructive criticism as it was meant and basically told me to f* off and stay out of her life. So, I have.
I got a phone call from her on Monday, the day Pippa passed, having a teary to me. I know she only called me because no one else was answering their phones and she needs to be the centre of every drama. There was no apology. No mention of the fact we were never meant to be talking again. Just her crying and talking about how she HAD to go to Big Bro’s house and how SHE felt.
She then called this afternoon talking about her 50th birthday on Friday. There was still no apology or mention of THAT night so I made the conversation short and sweet and hung up as soon as I could.
I then went in to check on my sick fish and it looks like there will be no recovery… I thought he might have just had a muscle spasm or something as he was kind of folded over swimming sideways but now he is just sitting on the bottom barely able to move.
Big Bro just rang. I we spoke about Pippa for a bit which got me crying. I then told him that we have signed our house up with an agent to be rented. He then went on to tell me what a bad idea he thinks it is and that he has two friends who have tenants in their houses who are behind on rent and rarara. I know he was just trying to give me advice as all good Big Bro’s should but I just am not in the mood for it. I went through enough shit buying the house “so far out of the city” (YOU TRY BEING A 19 YEAR OLD AND BUYING A HOUSE! TRY FINDING SOMETHING IN THE CBD IN YOUR PRICE RANGE – NOT F*KING LIKELY!) All I want right now is a “congratulations” or a “you have done a great job” or god forbid a “we are proud of you” I guess that’s what family is for hey…..
Tomorrow will be better…. Maybe I will get a puppy and a little ring for my left hand. Then all will be ok J I like to dream.
My mother rang this afternoon. There is a really long story to this but I will cut it short and also loose the really personal stuff. Last time I spoke to my mother it was near the end of the sudo-divorce thing that was happening and I told her I agreed with my dad and that she had a fairly large issue that I believe she needs help with. She didn’t quite take the constructive criticism as it was meant and basically told me to f* off and stay out of her life. So, I have.
I got a phone call from her on Monday, the day Pippa passed, having a teary to me. I know she only called me because no one else was answering their phones and she needs to be the centre of every drama. There was no apology. No mention of the fact we were never meant to be talking again. Just her crying and talking about how she HAD to go to Big Bro’s house and how SHE felt.
She then called this afternoon talking about her 50th birthday on Friday. There was still no apology or mention of THAT night so I made the conversation short and sweet and hung up as soon as I could.
I then went in to check on my sick fish and it looks like there will be no recovery… I thought he might have just had a muscle spasm or something as he was kind of folded over swimming sideways but now he is just sitting on the bottom barely able to move.
Big Bro just rang. I we spoke about Pippa for a bit which got me crying. I then told him that we have signed our house up with an agent to be rented. He then went on to tell me what a bad idea he thinks it is and that he has two friends who have tenants in their houses who are behind on rent and rarara. I know he was just trying to give me advice as all good Big Bro’s should but I just am not in the mood for it. I went through enough shit buying the house “so far out of the city” (YOU TRY BEING A 19 YEAR OLD AND BUYING A HOUSE! TRY FINDING SOMETHING IN THE CBD IN YOUR PRICE RANGE – NOT F*KING LIKELY!) All I want right now is a “congratulations” or a “you have done a great job” or god forbid a “we are proud of you” I guess that’s what family is for hey…..
Tomorrow will be better…. Maybe I will get a puppy and a little ring for my left hand. Then all will be ok J I like to dream.
Laziest Laze in all the Lazy world
Sorry I haven’t posted in a while. I am lazy.
Oh was there meant to be more of an excuse? Ok, here we go.
Last weekend I was busy finishing off the house (will have pictures this afternoon as it is going on the internet for rent woohoo) Its very pretty and I want to cry as we have put in all this work and now someone else will move in and enjoy it.
I lost all internet at home for 4 days! OMG! We thought our phone had been cut off (poor lowly 20year olds with no money to pay their bills! ), so I called Telstra after 4 days of no phone or net and it ended up we had a problem with the line… good thing I called! Its all fixed now but again I am lazy and have not been on the internet at home yet, only work.
Then there was a horrible tragedy… our family dog of 16 years, Pippa, passed away. She was the most amazing pet and friend ever, I grew up with her from when I first started school and went through everything from learning to read to going out with out any supervision to my first boyfriends to parties where she would bark her little head off at anyone who walked in the gate. She saved my brother from drowning once when he was sitting on the bottom of the pool for to long so she dived in and grabbed his shirt and pulled him to the steps. She nursed a little kitten Big Big Sister found, as in she cleaned him and would pick him up and take him to his bowl every morning and night. They grew to be best friends until Boris was hit by a car in 1999. We all thought Pippa was going to pass then but she made it through her depression. Then when my parents moved in to an apartment she went to live with Big Bro and his beautiful family. She was very happy their having little ones to play with again. But alas her time had come… 16 years is very old for a pup and we all know she had an amazing life. She will be much more then missed but forever remembered.
I also lost 2 of my fish this week. That takes my 9 down to 5. The rest seem ok but I am sad. I have promised Boy that I wont cry when they die so that has been hard especially with the rest of the week but I have done it and hopefully I can get some more when we move house.
Work has been crazy hectic. I am very tired of it. No one wants to explain properly what needs to be done but then I get in trouble if its not done perfectly. This is a job where I am on minimum wage and no benefits or bonus’and i start work at 6:30am (meant to start at 8am) and leave at 4pm… sometimes I wonder why I bother trying so hard. Hopefully things will get better soon though.
My parents were divorcing but seem to have gotten over that after dragging all the kids into it and having us all very sad and worried. I am very annoyed at them and have to wonder how two 50 year olds can act so young sometimes.
In all it hasn’t been a great start to the year. But I will not dwell. Boy and I are healthy and very happy at the moment, there is not much more I could ask for. Oh and we watched an awesome movie last night – Waking Ned Divine – watch it, it is awesome! Nothing better then English humour to cheer you up... in a kind of morbid-weed-smoking-guiness-drinking way!
Oh was there meant to be more of an excuse? Ok, here we go.
Last weekend I was busy finishing off the house (will have pictures this afternoon as it is going on the internet for rent woohoo) Its very pretty and I want to cry as we have put in all this work and now someone else will move in and enjoy it.
I lost all internet at home for 4 days! OMG! We thought our phone had been cut off (poor lowly 20year olds with no money to pay their bills! ), so I called Telstra after 4 days of no phone or net and it ended up we had a problem with the line… good thing I called! Its all fixed now but again I am lazy and have not been on the internet at home yet, only work.
Then there was a horrible tragedy… our family dog of 16 years, Pippa, passed away. She was the most amazing pet and friend ever, I grew up with her from when I first started school and went through everything from learning to read to going out with out any supervision to my first boyfriends to parties where she would bark her little head off at anyone who walked in the gate. She saved my brother from drowning once when he was sitting on the bottom of the pool for to long so she dived in and grabbed his shirt and pulled him to the steps. She nursed a little kitten Big Big Sister found, as in she cleaned him and would pick him up and take him to his bowl every morning and night. They grew to be best friends until Boris was hit by a car in 1999. We all thought Pippa was going to pass then but she made it through her depression. Then when my parents moved in to an apartment she went to live with Big Bro and his beautiful family. She was very happy their having little ones to play with again. But alas her time had come… 16 years is very old for a pup and we all know she had an amazing life. She will be much more then missed but forever remembered.
I also lost 2 of my fish this week. That takes my 9 down to 5. The rest seem ok but I am sad. I have promised Boy that I wont cry when they die so that has been hard especially with the rest of the week but I have done it and hopefully I can get some more when we move house.
Work has been crazy hectic. I am very tired of it. No one wants to explain properly what needs to be done but then I get in trouble if its not done perfectly. This is a job where I am on minimum wage and no benefits or bonus’and i start work at 6:30am (meant to start at 8am) and leave at 4pm… sometimes I wonder why I bother trying so hard. Hopefully things will get better soon though.
My parents were divorcing but seem to have gotten over that after dragging all the kids into it and having us all very sad and worried. I am very annoyed at them and have to wonder how two 50 year olds can act so young sometimes.
In all it hasn’t been a great start to the year. But I will not dwell. Boy and I are healthy and very happy at the moment, there is not much more I could ask for. Oh and we watched an awesome movie last night – Waking Ned Divine – watch it, it is awesome! Nothing better then English humour to cheer you up... in a kind of morbid-weed-smoking-guiness-drinking way!
Monday 22 January 2007
Fairy - Floss - Party!!!!
This is the list of things I was meant to get done over the weekend:
o Clean dishes
o washing
o Gap fill the trims on the ceiling
o Gap fill the 4 doorways in the kitchen
o Gloss paint all the kitchen door trims
o Wall paint all the skirting in the kitchen
o dump runs
o gardening
This is the list of things I ended up getting done over the weekend:
o Clean dishes (which have since multiplied at the rate of bunnies on Viagra)
o washing (I got the necessary work clothes done… does that count?)
o Gap fill the trims on the ceiling … ok Boy did this for me. I blame my mother and my extreme lack of height. Seriously did he think someone 5’2” would be reaching the ceiling?! Ladder? What’s a ladder?
o Wall paint all the skirting in the kitchen (YAY I completed something!)
o dump runs – we did 2 of these, I no longer have half of my 1000m2 block covered with rubbish… literally, real rubbish.
o gardening… I picked up the sticks so Boy can mow the over grown grass, and I started pulling out some weeds til I saw a grasshopper AHHHH and then swept out the gutters on the road in case we actually get some rain sometime this year.
But the exciting part of the weekend – 5th Birthday!! My beautiful niece, Miss Princess-Ballerina-Barbie turned 5 last week so the family made the trek out to my house to 1. See my house for the first time since I bought it in March (other then Big Brother who has helped us out on many occasions – thank you Big Bro, i feel loved :)) and 2. I have a fairy floss machine and what more do you need for a rockin’ party other then a hairy floss machine?! (Maybe a jumping castle but we still haven’t fixed those prickles :s it would have EXPLOADED on my evil grass!)
Boy bought me the fairy floss maker for my last birthday. At first I was a little confused… Why a fairy floss machine? Do I really act like I am 3? Is he trying to get me fat so he can chop me up and eat me? But THEN I used it…. It’s amazing. It’s like little sugar spider webs flying through the sky and I am catching them on my magical fairy –floss- wand. Ok maybe I have had too much sugar…. But at any rate it is great entertainment for children’s parties. We all stood around – mind you 7 adults and 2 kids – making fairy floss for a good 15 minutes. I am positive next time I go to big sisters house there will be one on her bench.
Also, a very valid point was raised by my sisters boy, Potato Head, usually when we have drinking game nights we have red bull involved to make it last longer – lots of sugar and caffeine to keep the night going. But in future we can have FAIRY FLOSS – because seriously all you do to make a small cone is heat up a tablespoon of sugar – AWESOME!
Awesome was not my tummy after a very sugary cake and lots of fairy floss and toffee though! It took many hours for my stomach to settle down enough to ingest anything other then water. I still have not been able to have anything sweeter then a glass of Bailies! Ah, who am I kidding! This wont last long! I will be back to my block of chocolate a day by tomorrow!
o Clean dishes
o washing
o Gap fill the trims on the ceiling
o Gap fill the 4 doorways in the kitchen
o Gloss paint all the kitchen door trims
o Wall paint all the skirting in the kitchen
o dump runs
o gardening
This is the list of things I ended up getting done over the weekend:
o Clean dishes (which have since multiplied at the rate of bunnies on Viagra)
o washing (I got the necessary work clothes done… does that count?)
o Gap fill the trims on the ceiling … ok Boy did this for me. I blame my mother and my extreme lack of height. Seriously did he think someone 5’2” would be reaching the ceiling?! Ladder? What’s a ladder?
o Wall paint all the skirting in the kitchen (YAY I completed something!)
o dump runs – we did 2 of these, I no longer have half of my 1000m2 block covered with rubbish… literally, real rubbish.
o gardening… I picked up the sticks so Boy can mow the over grown grass, and I started pulling out some weeds til I saw a grasshopper AHHHH and then swept out the gutters on the road in case we actually get some rain sometime this year.
But the exciting part of the weekend – 5th Birthday!! My beautiful niece, Miss Princess-Ballerina-Barbie turned 5 last week so the family made the trek out to my house to 1. See my house for the first time since I bought it in March (other then Big Brother who has helped us out on many occasions – thank you Big Bro, i feel loved :)) and 2. I have a fairy floss machine and what more do you need for a rockin’ party other then a hairy floss machine?! (Maybe a jumping castle but we still haven’t fixed those prickles :s it would have EXPLOADED on my evil grass!)
Boy bought me the fairy floss maker for my last birthday. At first I was a little confused… Why a fairy floss machine? Do I really act like I am 3? Is he trying to get me fat so he can chop me up and eat me? But THEN I used it…. It’s amazing. It’s like little sugar spider webs flying through the sky and I am catching them on my magical fairy –floss- wand. Ok maybe I have had too much sugar…. But at any rate it is great entertainment for children’s parties. We all stood around – mind you 7 adults and 2 kids – making fairy floss for a good 15 minutes. I am positive next time I go to big sisters house there will be one on her bench.
Also, a very valid point was raised by my sisters boy, Potato Head, usually when we have drinking game nights we have red bull involved to make it last longer – lots of sugar and caffeine to keep the night going. But in future we can have FAIRY FLOSS – because seriously all you do to make a small cone is heat up a tablespoon of sugar – AWESOME!
Awesome was not my tummy after a very sugary cake and lots of fairy floss and toffee though! It took many hours for my stomach to settle down enough to ingest anything other then water. I still have not been able to have anything sweeter then a glass of Bailies! Ah, who am I kidding! This wont last long! I will be back to my block of chocolate a day by tomorrow!
Sunday 21 January 2007
Huge Fight
Me: You're a looser!
Boy: Are not!
Me: Are to!
Boy: Are not!
Me: Are to!
Boy: D to! Haha get it! R2D2! From Star Wars! Haha im so funny!
Me: Point made.
Boy: Are not!
Me: Are to!
Boy: Are not!
Me: Are to!
Boy: D to! Haha get it! R2D2! From Star Wars! Haha im so funny!
Me: Point made.
Friday 19 January 2007
I am as skilled at driving as what I am at talking!
On Monday I am able to start driving with boy in the car. (I know I know I am so lazy just 4 years behind when I SHOULD have got my licence. But I am smart you see – I have not had to worry about counting drinks or driving too and from work every day. My brain surpasses my own expectations… occasionally) Anyway, sometimes when Boy is driving I will grab the wheel and steer to show him how responsible and skilled I am! So yesterday we were driving home and our exit was coming up and the following conversation insured:
ME: Can I steer!
BOY: No not today
ME: Pleeeeaassseee, I am good! I can steer us off the road!
BOY: THAT IS MEANT TO CONVINCE ME TO LET YOU STEER??? I CAN STEER US OFF THE ROAD AS WELL! WANT TO SEE???
Of course sometimes I have problems saying what I am thinking. See in MY head steering us off the road was actually steering us off to our exit. Woops!
ME: Can I steer!
BOY: No not today
ME: Pleeeeaassseee, I am good! I can steer us off the road!
BOY: THAT IS MEANT TO CONVINCE ME TO LET YOU STEER??? I CAN STEER US OFF THE ROAD AS WELL! WANT TO SEE???
Of course sometimes I have problems saying what I am thinking. See in MY head steering us off the road was actually steering us off to our exit. Woops!
Hooray for Fridays!
See this is something that I think every Friday morning (actually more like all week) I get so excited that it is Friday and the weekend is nearly here but I never think “oh shit another whole day of work” but that is all it is. There is nothing special about a Friday. Ok, you can have a few more drinks after work but really you still have to spend your whole day slaving away at your crappy job. There is no party. We don’t get cake just to celebrate the day of Fri. It’s just another day. And for this I am sad.
I want cake. Well no not really, I’m feeling rather nauseous this morning (DON’T EVEN THINK IT! I DON’T WANT TO HEAR THAT OBSURD THOUGHT SSSSHHHHH). What I really want is for it to be tomorrow. I want to sleep in. I want to get up and go for a walk to the park. I want to come home and get changed jump in the car and cruise up (never down. Gold Coast = EVIL) to the beach. Lay in the sun for a few hours and tan -- haha like that will ever happen to my pasty English skin! – *rephrase* burn but sleep while burning. Maybe moasie on over to the wharf and buy a frozen coke and some fresh donuts from the yummy donut place.
One day left… damn it.
But even if it was tomorrow I would not be doing those wonderful things. Want to know why? I own a house. Damn it who came up with THAT idea! I want my weekends back!! Here is my list of things that need to be done this weekend.
o Clean the dirty dishes
o Do like a bazillion loads of washing (how can two people wear SO MANY clothes???? And seriously we only use the one bed and even that only has the sheets changed every few weeks – why the mass of dirty sheets in my laundry then????)
o Gap fill the trims on the ceiling
o Gap fill the 4 doorways in the kitchen (yes my kitchen has 4 entries. That’s normal isn’t it??)
o Gloss paint all the kitchen door trims
o Wall paint all the skirting in the kitchen
o Do like a million dump runs - we still have the old kitchen sitting in the garden :s
o do the gardening so i stop getting attacked by over grown grass and stabbed by a million prickles while running to the car at 5am
And in all this I have to go buy a birthday present for my beautiful niece who is a whole 5 years old and is making me feel ancient! – Who gave her permission to grow up anyways huh?? I didn’t! Tessie I DEMAND that you stop growing RIGHT THIS MINUTE! Oh no Tessie no don’t cry I didn’t mean to yell at you…. Ohh Tessie…. Its ok….-- sorry woops yes anyways….
There is one plus in all of this though. We had real estate agents come over this week to give us a rental appraisal (any female out there will know how extremely stressful it is having another female come and assess your house! I have barely slept all week with nightmares of the principal from the book/movie Matilda yelling at me “LOOK AT THOSE SKIRTING BOARDS! YOU COULD SUFFOCATE A BABY WITH ALL THAT DUST!” and “YOU CALL THOSE WINDOWS CLEAN?! GET DOWN AND GIVE ME TWENTY OR I WILL POUR THIS CRAPPY $2 BOTTLE OF BLEACH THAT YOU STUPIDLY THOUGHT WOULD CLEAN YOUR BATH DOWN YOUR OVERWEIGHT THROAT!”) so my house is extremely clean – exception to last nights dishes :s so I don’t have to worry about crawling over a pile of clothes to get to my bed or being way to sickened to have a shower because of all that mould that looks like its about to jump out of the bath and take over my whole body like something in the X-files and I will be found in a weeks time and all that will be left of me will be some bones, stomach acid and a lump of mould. In other words my house is Clean. I think this is the first time it has happened since we bought it last March but its time has come and we actually feel kind of grown up and like home owners. 'Bout Damn Time!
So yes, the point of my whole story was meant to be that Friday SUCKS ARSE. My house is clean! And my weekend will be a whole lot of not fun :(
I hope you have a great weekend and go to the beach for me. Please light a candle or something in respect for the death of my weekends.
I want cake. Well no not really, I’m feeling rather nauseous this morning (DON’T EVEN THINK IT! I DON’T WANT TO HEAR THAT OBSURD THOUGHT SSSSHHHHH). What I really want is for it to be tomorrow. I want to sleep in. I want to get up and go for a walk to the park. I want to come home and get changed jump in the car and cruise up (never down. Gold Coast = EVIL) to the beach. Lay in the sun for a few hours and tan -- haha like that will ever happen to my pasty English skin! – *rephrase* burn but sleep while burning. Maybe moasie on over to the wharf and buy a frozen coke and some fresh donuts from the yummy donut place.
One day left… damn it.
But even if it was tomorrow I would not be doing those wonderful things. Want to know why? I own a house. Damn it who came up with THAT idea! I want my weekends back!! Here is my list of things that need to be done this weekend.
o Clean the dirty dishes
o Do like a bazillion loads of washing (how can two people wear SO MANY clothes???? And seriously we only use the one bed and even that only has the sheets changed every few weeks – why the mass of dirty sheets in my laundry then????)
o Gap fill the trims on the ceiling
o Gap fill the 4 doorways in the kitchen (yes my kitchen has 4 entries. That’s normal isn’t it??)
o Gloss paint all the kitchen door trims
o Wall paint all the skirting in the kitchen
o Do like a million dump runs - we still have the old kitchen sitting in the garden :s
o do the gardening so i stop getting attacked by over grown grass and stabbed by a million prickles while running to the car at 5am
And in all this I have to go buy a birthday present for my beautiful niece who is a whole 5 years old and is making me feel ancient! – Who gave her permission to grow up anyways huh?? I didn’t! Tessie I DEMAND that you stop growing RIGHT THIS MINUTE! Oh no Tessie no don’t cry I didn’t mean to yell at you…. Ohh Tessie…. Its ok….-- sorry woops yes anyways….
There is one plus in all of this though. We had real estate agents come over this week to give us a rental appraisal (any female out there will know how extremely stressful it is having another female come and assess your house! I have barely slept all week with nightmares of the principal from the book/movie Matilda yelling at me “LOOK AT THOSE SKIRTING BOARDS! YOU COULD SUFFOCATE A BABY WITH ALL THAT DUST!” and “YOU CALL THOSE WINDOWS CLEAN?! GET DOWN AND GIVE ME TWENTY OR I WILL POUR THIS CRAPPY $2 BOTTLE OF BLEACH THAT YOU STUPIDLY THOUGHT WOULD CLEAN YOUR BATH DOWN YOUR OVERWEIGHT THROAT!”) so my house is extremely clean – exception to last nights dishes :s so I don’t have to worry about crawling over a pile of clothes to get to my bed or being way to sickened to have a shower because of all that mould that looks like its about to jump out of the bath and take over my whole body like something in the X-files and I will be found in a weeks time and all that will be left of me will be some bones, stomach acid and a lump of mould. In other words my house is Clean. I think this is the first time it has happened since we bought it last March but its time has come and we actually feel kind of grown up and like home owners. 'Bout Damn Time!
So yes, the point of my whole story was meant to be that Friday SUCKS ARSE. My house is clean! And my weekend will be a whole lot of not fun :(
I hope you have a great weekend and go to the beach for me. Please light a candle or something in respect for the death of my weekends.
Saturday 6 January 2007
Saturday – a day for rest and relaxation, following the stressful working week.
NOT FOR ME! No, I had to be pulled (kicking and screaming) from my beautiful feather doona-ed king sized bed to paint. Note: I am not talking about the colourful canvas type creative painting. No, I am talking about the evil sticky gloss door and trim style painting!
After about half an hour of my legs being pulled by the boy, then myself starting to cry and wriggling back under the covers to again have my legs yanked back out, I agreed, begrudgingly, to get up. Off I went to put on my once-very-expensive-very-slinky-now-hole-ridden-paint-splattered jeans to paint some doors. -- This, I may add, was under the pretence that it was our final day of painting. “Only a couple of doors and the kitchen trims” I was promised. MY ARSE!
10 hours and one trip to Bunnings later and I have left the boy to his own devises with a pot of ceiling paint and a ladder and I am being entertained by a bottle of red wine and a Lisa Loeb CD.
However, as much as I may complain about it, in all it was a nice beginning to the weekend. In comparison, that is, to many others over the course of our renovations. E.g. there was no removal of walls resulting in the discovery of mouse corpses nor was there any camping out in the garden while the floors were being polished.
What tomorrow may bring, who knows! Perhaps a trip to the movies, maybe a spot of shopping, more likely more evil sticky gloss door and trim painting! I will let you know how it goes when I know!
SMILE!
NOT FOR ME! No, I had to be pulled (kicking and screaming) from my beautiful feather doona-ed king sized bed to paint. Note: I am not talking about the colourful canvas type creative painting. No, I am talking about the evil sticky gloss door and trim style painting!
After about half an hour of my legs being pulled by the boy, then myself starting to cry and wriggling back under the covers to again have my legs yanked back out, I agreed, begrudgingly, to get up. Off I went to put on my once-very-expensive-very-slinky-now-hole-ridden-paint-splattered jeans to paint some doors. -- This, I may add, was under the pretence that it was our final day of painting. “Only a couple of doors and the kitchen trims” I was promised. MY ARSE!
10 hours and one trip to Bunnings later and I have left the boy to his own devises with a pot of ceiling paint and a ladder and I am being entertained by a bottle of red wine and a Lisa Loeb CD.
However, as much as I may complain about it, in all it was a nice beginning to the weekend. In comparison, that is, to many others over the course of our renovations. E.g. there was no removal of walls resulting in the discovery of mouse corpses nor was there any camping out in the garden while the floors were being polished.
What tomorrow may bring, who knows! Perhaps a trip to the movies, maybe a spot of shopping, more likely more evil sticky gloss door and trim painting! I will let you know how it goes when I know!
SMILE!
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