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eyes are shut. ears are blocked. fists are clenched. rock rock. all I want to do is scream.

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!

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 :)

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

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

Swollen Freak

I have a sty in my eye, dear liza, dear liza. I have a sty in my eye, dear liiiizza

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 :(

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!

Look at it people, look at it!

Or I will hurt you.... or hug you which ever one will be worse....

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!)

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. ;)