Friday, February 27, 2009

Seriously ...

Please keep the following people in your thoughts ...

Dr. S: Yesterday, Henry, her beautiful young son (4 and a half years old) passed away from Medulloblastoma. Please keep Dr Smak and family in your thoughts.

Lisa: from Clusterfook. Lisa is currently fighting to stay with her family - the Dude and her two daughters - but her time on Earth is short. Please pray that she finds peace, and does not suffer any longer.

Kristie: I have been a "fan" of Kristie since her days on CB when she would update us on how her daughter, Kendrie was going with her cancer battle. Thankfully, Kendrie kicked cancer's ass to the kerb, and has been doing well since ... The same can't be said for Kristie's husband Blaine, who has not only endured cancer, but surgeries and complications and radiation ... And now, the news that the cancer is back once again. My heart breaks for this family, who I've grown to love over the last couple of years. If you have time, visit Kristie and family at and give them some comment love, which will hopefully give them some strength to face this latest battle.

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

People have recently found this blog by searching for:
"bendigo gay spot",
"girl name mishman",
"grr ... to you doing the dishes", "
"ice cream vomit"

A little weird ...

But the kicker?

"how to steal a car"

Uh-huh. Yep. Get lost, car thief. You'll find no hints here, fucker!

Saturday, February 14, 2009

Weirdos ...

So, I just realised that when I went out to see my car the other day, after it was found dumped in the bush, I got everything out of there that I wanted (cds, rego papers, etc.), but the one thing that was missing?

A bottle of sunscreen, which was in the glovebox.

Bizarre. Why would someone steal a bottle of sunscreen?

Thursday, February 12, 2009

Say hello to a woman on the edge ...

So. Yeah. It's been a big few days.

On Tuesday night/Wednesday morning, as you might have guessed, my car was stolen from our driveway. We didn't hear a thing, and the dogs didn't bark. I went out the front door on Wednesday morning, ready to go to work, looked to the right where our driveway is ... And my car was gone. I rang work, slightly disbelieving to tell them that as I had no car, I couldn't get in. It took a while to sink in that my car was really gone. Someone had stolen it. So I spent the morning ringing the Police, the insurance company, the Police again, VicRoads, and the insurance company again. I kind of hoped that it had just been stolen by some kids, who'd run it out of petrol then dump it somewhere, safe and unharmed.

This morning I got a call at 8 a.m. from the Eaglehawk Police saying that it had been found, dumped about 10 minutes from here, and that "there was some significant damage to the front end of the car". So, Christine and I went out to have a look, and hell yes, there was some significant damage to the front end of the car. The Police think that whoever stole it has hit some kind of pole/signpost (like a stop/give way sign or a street sign), which has basically collapsed the car into the middle of itself. The passenger in the front seat has then slammed their head into the windscreen, and left some blood in the cracked glass (next time, might be an idea for them to steal a car with airbags, since they sure as hell can't drive. Dumbfucks. Yeah, there's still some anger about all this ...). My cd's and cd player were all still in the car, as were all the papers/service books in the glovebox. I guess since there was nothing of real value in the car, they decided to just dump it and run after they crashed it.

It looks as if the insurance company will probably write the car off, as the damage is pretty extensive, and it would probably cost more for them to repair it than it would for them to pay me the market value of the car and be done with it.

So today, I dealt with the Police, the insurance company, the tow truck driver, the smash repairs place, the insurance guys again, and then the Police again. I also went to the bank to see about getting a personal loan, to buy a new car. My car only cost me a couple of grand, because at the time all I needed was something to get me to work and home again, and I didn't want to take out a loan and get into debt. This time I'll be buying something a little more expensive, something a little newer (mine's a 1984 model), something with airconditioning (no more sweltering in 40 degree heat), and something with a loud alarm system.

To be honest, I can't believe how much this has upset me. It's just a car, right? But seeing it, all smashed up, knowing that I probably won't be driving it again, made me upset - because it was my first car, because the first time I drove myself to Melbourne, it was in that car, because I could get in my car and just relax, even on my most stressed day (what can I say, driving relaxes me) - and it made me pissed off. What does someone get out of that? What's the point in stealing a car that's not yours, driving it around, smashing it into a pole and then dumping it? What's the point? It's dangerous, and stupid, and now, I'm without my car, my Gibbsy, named after Gibbs from NCIS, because yes, he's old, but he's hot! Even if the insurance company does decide to repair him, I won't keep him. Quite frankly, knowing that someone broke into him, and stole him ... Just freaks me out. I can't even explain why. I know he'd look the same as before, they'd get out all the dings and paint him and replace his windscreen, but ... Like I said, I can't explain it. I'd have to sell him. I know it's irrational, and stupid, but that's what I'm feeling right now.

So, tonight, I will hopefully get some sleep, since the last couple of nights have been sleepless (I've borrowed a car from one of my bosses at work until all the insurance stuff gets sorted out, and now I'm beyond paranoid that they're going to come back and steal it - I jump every time I hear a car door during the night). I think that's part of the reason I was so emotional today (emotional, hell, I was a basket case. I spent the entire afternoon crying off and on, in huge, hysterical sobs, that I just couldn't control. My eyes are like tiny little slits at the moment, they're so swollen from crying). If I can just get a good nights sleep I'm sure I'll be fine. We'll just have to see what tomorrow brings ...

My car ...

The Police found it ...

Thanks, dumbfuck car thieves. I know there was at least two of you, because someone in the passenger seat smashed their head on my windscreen when it crashed. Hope you have the biggest headache ever, you dipshit.

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Dear Scumbag Car Thief

Just wanted to say thanks. Thanks heaps.

In a week that's already been incredibly stressful, what with having a fire get within 1 freaking kilometre of our house and everything, you just had to do your bit, didn't you?

Thanks for stealing my car last night while I slept. It was actually the first good nights sleep I've had since Friday night. I woke up this morning, feeling refreshed, and not as stressed as I've been since Saturday.

When I went out to get in my car for work, however, all your handiwork hit me fair in the face as I realised that my freaking car had been stolen.

Thanks for making me miss another morning of work, while I rang the police and the insurance company and VicRoads. That's work that I can't afford to miss. I need that money.

Hope you enjoyed driving around in my car, listening to my CD's, using up the tank of petrol I just filled 2 days ago. That's $50 down the drain, so thanks you friggin dumbfuck.

I hope that your testicles turn green and fall the fuck off and I hope that you walk around with snot all over your face all day. I hope that you're found, and that you're charged. I hope that you realise the stress and the hurt and the cost that you've caused. I hope that someday you realise exactly what you did to me, and that you then have to deal with that shame for the rest of your life.


Monday, February 09, 2009


This will only be a short entry. Today everything is still to raw, too real.

I don't even know how to describe the events of the last two days.

The fires came scarily close to our house. It is something I would never want to experience ever again. And yet, we were lucky. We didn't lose our house, we didn't lose our lives.

Around Victoria, the death toll is still climbing. The houses that have been destroyed are numerous. Entire towns have been devastated.

It all happened so quickly.

Please keep the victims of the bushfires in your thoughts. They need all the prayers that you can send their way.

Wednesday, February 04, 2009

Uh-oh ... Rant time!

A couple of things on my mind tonight ...

Firstly, the Government's Stimulus Package. The Opposition is currently trying to stop it going through Parliament. While part of me does agree with the logic in their argument - should we be putting our country in huge amounts of debt to try and avoid a recession (which will probably occur anyway?)? The other part - the larger part of me - thinks that $900 could be an enormous help to families/people who are really struggling at the moment. Imagine being able to stock up the freezer/fridge/pantry, get some winter clothes, pay some extra off bills that they can't seem to clear ... Even people my age, who are living from paycheck to paycheck, would really appreciate some extra help. The first round of bonuses (given out in December) helped boost retail sales by 4% in December. The money would be spent, I'm sure. Most people are finding it hard to save money to get ahead at the moment. Maybe the bonus money will ease the pressure a little. Personally, I don't know if I'm eligible for the bonus, but I hope that it passes through Parliament. I think it would do a lot of good.

Secondly, Telstra. FUCKERS. Oh yeah, this is gonna be a rant.

I moved house in NOVEMBER. As people do, I rang up, went through all their stupid little questions and I disconnected my phone ... Because I was MOVING HOUSE. A month ago, I still had not received my final phone bill from Telstra. So I called. Only to find out that my broadband connection had NOT BEEN DISCONNECTED. It was STILL active. Almost TWO months after I moved house. So, they disconnected it, and told me the bill was on it's way. Great. Can't wait to pay it. Last week, I realised that I still hadn't spotted the bill, but I couldn't ring them last week as I worked all week. Today, 4 weeks later, I rang again. This time the excuse for not receiving my bill yet? "That service is still connected. Are you sure you arranged disconnection when you moved?" OH MY GOD. Seriously??! They had my broadband account disconnected (FINALLY, they get SOMETHING right!)
but my phone line was still active. EVEN THOUGH I MOVED OUT ALMOST THREE MONTHS AGO! The second reason I haven't received a bill? Because even though I have provided it 4 times (when disconnecting fixed line, when disconnecting broadband, WHEN RINGING UP TO MAKE SURE THEY HAD MY NEW ADDRESS CORRECT, when ringing to find out where the bill got to), they WERE STILL SENDING MY BILLS TO MY OLD ADDRESS.

For fucks sake!

Ok, now I have to cut this post short because my TELSTRA WIRELESS CONNECTION keeps DROPPING OUT and I'm worried I'm going to lose this whole post. Damm Telstra.

Ok, rant over ... Sorry for the colourful language :-)

Sunday, February 01, 2009

Ugh ...

The acoustic version of 'Sweet About Me' that Gabriella Climi sang before the tennis final?
Also, what the hell was she wearing? And has her hair been near a brush any time this week?
Great advertisment for Melbourne ... We breed scruffy, disgustingly-dressed terrible singers ...