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!!!
Wednesday 28 February 2007
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!
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