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!
Monday 22 January 2007
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!
Thursday 4 January 2007
The Beginning
Well now, this is a bit of a bizarre concept to start off with. Am I meant to say “Hello, how are you today” or just start blabbering about me? I will take from what I have seen of other peoples blogs and just start with the blabbering.
First off I will start from the beginning, as all good stories do (with an exception to that movie Memento - really good story and the beginning was the end!).
My name is Arly, I was born a chubby little thing with a Mohawk of black hair and 3 siblings to spend the next two decades bickering with. (I will come back to those crazy ones in due time) I spent the majority of my younger years doing all the average stuff. You know- learning to walk, talk, eat, sleep, add 1 + 1 and most importantly pout and flutter eyelashes. Then there was the learning to shot vodka, say “I’m just staying at Penny’s house” to my mother with a straight face and stay up all night to get that pesky assignment in on time (blame being placed on the previous two lessons).
And then today came….
As of this moment I am 20 years old (Please don’t run away screaming right now – this will not be a blog about black eyeliner and depressive music - unless you include my gorgeous Napoleon Black liner and the occasional need for some dodgy Country music to sooth my achy breaky heart. Think more a lust for Jimmy Choos’ and a love of all things sparkly) and currently reside in Brisbane, Queensland, Sunny Down Under. Well actually I live just outside of Brisbane but for privacy sake I will stick with the city.
I own a house with the person I call “the Boy” or as he is more commonly known “Christopher”. These are two things that you will hear a lot about as we are renovating said house and all of you out there who have renovated will know the need for a stress outlet. That is the reason which is turned me to this thing - blogging.
This little ditty will be my source to vent frustrations, pass a boring day, add yummy recipes and some interesting gossip (I am so pathetic!). I would love some comments or even drop me an email what ever takes your fancy.
On that note I am going head off to bed with some leftover Christmas chocolate (also another good stress reliever however will not help with that New Years resolution!).
Good night!
First off I will start from the beginning, as all good stories do (with an exception to that movie Memento - really good story and the beginning was the end!).
My name is Arly, I was born a chubby little thing with a Mohawk of black hair and 3 siblings to spend the next two decades bickering with. (I will come back to those crazy ones in due time) I spent the majority of my younger years doing all the average stuff. You know- learning to walk, talk, eat, sleep, add 1 + 1 and most importantly pout and flutter eyelashes. Then there was the learning to shot vodka, say “I’m just staying at Penny’s house” to my mother with a straight face and stay up all night to get that pesky assignment in on time (blame being placed on the previous two lessons).
And then today came….
As of this moment I am 20 years old (Please don’t run away screaming right now – this will not be a blog about black eyeliner and depressive music - unless you include my gorgeous Napoleon Black liner and the occasional need for some dodgy Country music to sooth my achy breaky heart. Think more a lust for Jimmy Choos’ and a love of all things sparkly) and currently reside in Brisbane, Queensland, Sunny Down Under. Well actually I live just outside of Brisbane but for privacy sake I will stick with the city.
I own a house with the person I call “the Boy” or as he is more commonly known “Christopher”. These are two things that you will hear a lot about as we are renovating said house and all of you out there who have renovated will know the need for a stress outlet. That is the reason which is turned me to this thing - blogging.
This little ditty will be my source to vent frustrations, pass a boring day, add yummy recipes and some interesting gossip (I am so pathetic!). I would love some comments or even drop me an email what ever takes your fancy.
On that note I am going head off to bed with some leftover Christmas chocolate (also another good stress reliever however will not help with that New Years resolution!).
Good night!
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