Twenty/20 is on - that's Cricket for you folks who don't know - and in their 20 overs, Australia scored 182. South Africa haven't made a great start at 3/12 in the third over ... C'mon Aussie, c'mon ... :-)
So, yeah. Not much going on here. Just watching the cricket, as you can tell. Christine's at work, so I can watch in peace :-)
Dozer comes home on Tuesday. We're getting ready to have a new puppy in the house, buying toys, a bed, water/food bowls, and more toys :-) Christine is cranky coz she's going to Melbourne for the first couple of days that Dozer will be with us, so she won't see the cute lil puppy for a while (all together now ... "Awww!"). I'm cranky coz next week I'm going to Melbourne for a specialist/doctors appointment, so I won't be home to see him for a few days. I can't wait to see my nieces though, that'll be awesome.
I can't believe how little I've got to say tonight ... :-) I keep getting distracted by the cricket. One of the guys from work is actually at the MCG tonight ... I hate him!
3/31 in the fourth over ... Maybe this game isn't totally in the bag? They do seem to be smacking a few now ... Ok, possibly I should just give up writing this, and concentrate on the cricket.
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Sunday, January 11, 2009
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Who doesn't love Homer?
"Mmmm ... 64 slices of American cheese ..."
"So i said, 'Look buddy, your car was upside down when we got here, and as for your grandmother, she shouldn't have mouthed off like that."
"You people have stood in my way long enough. I'm going to clown college."
"Extended warranty! How can I lose?"
"So i said, 'Look buddy, your car was upside down when we got here, and as for your grandmother, she shouldn't have mouthed off like that."
"You people have stood in my way long enough. I'm going to clown college."
"Extended warranty! How can I lose?"
Monday, December 29, 2008
Mother of the Year
Overheard tonight at Safeway:
Mum: "Ethan! You are irritating the BEJESUS OUT OF ME!"
Someone is ready for the end of school holidays ... Too bad there's another four weeks before school goes back.
Mum: "Ethan! You are irritating the BEJESUS OUT OF ME!"
Someone is ready for the end of school holidays ... Too bad there's another four weeks before school goes back.
Saturday, August 30, 2008
~!~
Don’t worry about the future; or worry,
but know that worrying is aseffective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum.
The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that
never crossed your worried mind;
the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing everyday that scares you.
Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts,
don’t put up with
people who are reckless with yours.
Remember the compliments you receive,
forget the insults;
if you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters,
throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch
Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone.
Maybe you’ll marry,
maybe you won’t,
maybe you’ll have children,
maybe you won’t,
maybe you’ll divorce at 40,
maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary…
what ever you do,
don’tcongratulate yourself too much or
berate yourself either –
your choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s.
Enjoy your body,
use it every way you can…
don’t be afraid of it,
or what other people think of it,
it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own..
Dance…
even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.
Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them.
Do NOT read beauty magazines,
they will only make you feel ugly.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but,
be patient with those who supply it.
Advice is a form of nostalgia,
dispensing it is a way offishing the past from the disposal,
wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts
and recycling it for more than it’s worth..
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Prepare yourself, it's gonna be a long one, folks ...
Well. Here I am. With the ability to type, and think. Yet, for some reason I haven't done a proper entry in a while ... Not sure why.
Has anyone noticed that the Olympics are on? It's only be on the tv non-stop, and all over the news. I've become - like many others - an instant expert in many sports, and have been judging every event I've watched. I'm happy to report that for the most part, the "official" judges have gotten it right ... :-) Australia has done well so far, especially Jessica Schipper, and Stephanie Rice, our swimming superstar, who was also a part of our golden 4x200m relay team. Brenton Rickard and Eamon Sullivan have also done Australia proud, both taking home silver medals.
Beijing 2008 hasn't been without it's fair share of controversy though, with a couple of "faking" scandals - both involving the opening ceremony. There was criticism when it was revealed that the little girl in the red dress who was singing at the opening ceremony ... Wasn't actually singing. And some of the fireworks were digitally inserted into the opening ceremony ... Interesting. While I think it's sad that a child can be left out because she "looks wrong", I guess it says a lot about China. The stories of cenorship that are emerging from the Olympics say much about a country that has a long way to go.
Today I worked at the cafe for three hours. The cafe is in the middle of Bendigo, right near the Bendigo Courts. When I got to work, there was people everywhere outside the Courts, as well as many cameramen and Police. Today, Christiaan Scholl, the truck driver in the Kerang Train Crash, faced a commital trial. On June 5, 2007 Mr Scholl was driving a truck that hit a train near Kerang, which derailed, killing 11 people. What happened that day seems to be nothing more than a terrible tragedy. What I was digusted with today was the news people, chasing Mr Scholl, and witnesses that were called to give evidence in the committal hearing, down the street or across the road, as they walked from the Courts. Those people have to live with what happened that day - being chased from court, and seeing themselves on the news must only make things harder for them. Mr Scholl now has to live with the fact that 11 people died because the truck he was driving hit that train. If the committal hearing finds that there is enough evidence, he will be sent to trial over charges arising from the accident. Even if the committal hearing finds that there is not even evidence, don't you think that he has put himself on trial every single day since that accident? For the rest of his life, he has to live daily with the fact that 11 people died that day. It was an accident - but he will forever be "The driver of the truck in the Kerang Train Tragedy". Give the man some dignity - he does not deserve to be chased from Court when he's been through as much, if not more, than everyone who was there that day.
Has anyone else seen this story? How freaking hilarious is it! Basically, "A scorned woman has literally aired her husband's dirty laundry on a global scale by auctioning his mistress's knickers on eBay. In a spiteful listing on eBay Australia, the jilted Queensland woman is auctioning off a pair of lacy black underpants "size humongous" and an empty condom wrapper "size small" found in her bed after her husband allegedly engaged in an extramarital affair with a woman named Kylie." (Taken from heralsun.com.au) I don't know why anyone would bid on an item like that ... Maybe for the entertainment value?! The full ebay ad can be found here.
I know this entry is bouncing around like crazy ... So let's skip from news to Blogs I've been reading. As always, I've been hanging over at Not Quite What I Had Planned, otherwise known as Kristies place. If you've never checked it out, head over there now and thank me later. I've also been reading Katie's Overflowing Brain. Unlike me, Katie actually updates daily! And she's sarcastic and funny. I've been keeping up with my CaringBridge Kids, and if you want to know what I'm on about ... Check the right hand side of the screen, there's a long list of links there. I'm also still a big fan of PostSecret and Dan, as well as Tori over at I Pretty Much Hate Everything.
What else can I ramble about tonight ...
Well, in family news Baby Smurf, my gorgeous 9 month old niece, had a huge week last week, and not only starting crawling but also cut her first tooth! Rock on, my little Smurf. No longer toothless and now able to get from A to B. What more could a Smurfette want from life? And my little Bug Eyes, well, she just gets smarter and smarter every week. Usually when my sister and I talk on the phone I say hello to Bug Eyes, and each week she says a little more and sounds a little smarter. I'm hoping to get down to see them sometime soon since it's been a couple of months, and I'm sure the girls have grown heaps.
My sister is still in the middle of Wedding-Planning-Madness. Sadly, it'll stay for a while as she's not getting married until the end of 2010. I have to head down soon to find a bridesmaid dress, which will be oh-so-much-fun, I'm sure ... :-P
Gus the fighting fish has floated to that big fishbowl in the sky. It was very unexpected, and happened overnight. I'm thinking of getting another fighting fish and naming him Fergus ...
Last week, I looked after devil dog overnight while Chrissie worked. It was actually a quiet night in terms of destruction - he ate a cube of Post-It notes (about 150 of them) when I fell asleep on the floor while studying, (serves me right!) and broke the clip of my MP3, but other than that things were ok. He sulked pretty much non-stop, and spent most of the night trying to "bury" stuff in my carpet. The next night he stayed at home while Chrissie worked because I was too tired to look after him ... And he chewed a hole in her washing machine hose. Whoops ...
I'm so changing the look of this blog ... It's just shitting me. I'll do it after I finish this entry. I guess I haven't been on here much, so it hasn't annoyed me too much. But now that I look at it ... It's got to go.
Anyway, that's about it from here. Might think of some other stuff to blog about tomorrow ... If not, see you sometime next week!
You hang in there sunshine, you're friggin special.
Has anyone noticed that the Olympics are on? It's only be on the tv non-stop, and all over the news. I've become - like many others - an instant expert in many sports, and have been judging every event I've watched. I'm happy to report that for the most part, the "official" judges have gotten it right ... :-) Australia has done well so far, especially Jessica Schipper, and Stephanie Rice, our swimming superstar, who was also a part of our golden 4x200m relay team. Brenton Rickard and Eamon Sullivan have also done Australia proud, both taking home silver medals.
Beijing 2008 hasn't been without it's fair share of controversy though, with a couple of "faking" scandals - both involving the opening ceremony. There was criticism when it was revealed that the little girl in the red dress who was singing at the opening ceremony ... Wasn't actually singing. And some of the fireworks were digitally inserted into the opening ceremony ... Interesting. While I think it's sad that a child can be left out because she "looks wrong", I guess it says a lot about China. The stories of cenorship that are emerging from the Olympics say much about a country that has a long way to go.
Today I worked at the cafe for three hours. The cafe is in the middle of Bendigo, right near the Bendigo Courts. When I got to work, there was people everywhere outside the Courts, as well as many cameramen and Police. Today, Christiaan Scholl, the truck driver in the Kerang Train Crash, faced a commital trial. On June 5, 2007 Mr Scholl was driving a truck that hit a train near Kerang, which derailed, killing 11 people. What happened that day seems to be nothing more than a terrible tragedy. What I was digusted with today was the news people, chasing Mr Scholl, and witnesses that were called to give evidence in the committal hearing, down the street or across the road, as they walked from the Courts. Those people have to live with what happened that day - being chased from court, and seeing themselves on the news must only make things harder for them. Mr Scholl now has to live with the fact that 11 people died because the truck he was driving hit that train. If the committal hearing finds that there is enough evidence, he will be sent to trial over charges arising from the accident. Even if the committal hearing finds that there is not even evidence, don't you think that he has put himself on trial every single day since that accident? For the rest of his life, he has to live daily with the fact that 11 people died that day. It was an accident - but he will forever be "The driver of the truck in the Kerang Train Tragedy". Give the man some dignity - he does not deserve to be chased from Court when he's been through as much, if not more, than everyone who was there that day.
Has anyone else seen this story? How freaking hilarious is it! Basically, "A scorned woman has literally aired her husband's dirty laundry on a global scale by auctioning his mistress's knickers on eBay. In a spiteful listing on eBay Australia, the jilted Queensland woman is auctioning off a pair of lacy black underpants "size humongous" and an empty condom wrapper "size small" found in her bed after her husband allegedly engaged in an extramarital affair with a woman named Kylie." (Taken from heralsun.com.au) I don't know why anyone would bid on an item like that ... Maybe for the entertainment value?! The full ebay ad can be found here.
I know this entry is bouncing around like crazy ... So let's skip from news to Blogs I've been reading. As always, I've been hanging over at Not Quite What I Had Planned, otherwise known as Kristies place. If you've never checked it out, head over there now and thank me later. I've also been reading Katie's Overflowing Brain. Unlike me, Katie actually updates daily! And she's sarcastic and funny. I've been keeping up with my CaringBridge Kids, and if you want to know what I'm on about ... Check the right hand side of the screen, there's a long list of links there. I'm also still a big fan of PostSecret and Dan, as well as Tori over at I Pretty Much Hate Everything.
What else can I ramble about tonight ...
Well, in family news Baby Smurf, my gorgeous 9 month old niece, had a huge week last week, and not only starting crawling but also cut her first tooth! Rock on, my little Smurf. No longer toothless and now able to get from A to B. What more could a Smurfette want from life? And my little Bug Eyes, well, she just gets smarter and smarter every week. Usually when my sister and I talk on the phone I say hello to Bug Eyes, and each week she says a little more and sounds a little smarter. I'm hoping to get down to see them sometime soon since it's been a couple of months, and I'm sure the girls have grown heaps.
My sister is still in the middle of Wedding-Planning-Madness. Sadly, it'll stay for a while as she's not getting married until the end of 2010. I have to head down soon to find a bridesmaid dress, which will be oh-so-much-fun, I'm sure ... :-P
Gus the fighting fish has floated to that big fishbowl in the sky. It was very unexpected, and happened overnight. I'm thinking of getting another fighting fish and naming him Fergus ...
Last week, I looked after devil dog overnight while Chrissie worked. It was actually a quiet night in terms of destruction - he ate a cube of Post-It notes (about 150 of them) when I fell asleep on the floor while studying, (serves me right!) and broke the clip of my MP3, but other than that things were ok. He sulked pretty much non-stop, and spent most of the night trying to "bury" stuff in my carpet. The next night he stayed at home while Chrissie worked because I was too tired to look after him ... And he chewed a hole in her washing machine hose. Whoops ...
I'm so changing the look of this blog ... It's just shitting me. I'll do it after I finish this entry. I guess I haven't been on here much, so it hasn't annoyed me too much. But now that I look at it ... It's got to go.
Anyway, that's about it from here. Might think of some other stuff to blog about tomorrow ... If not, see you sometime next week!
You hang in there sunshine, you're friggin special.
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Space Cadet.
I'm feeling a little spacey tonight.
I took some painkillers before, (for my back) and they've made me go slightly loopy. Well, a little more loopy than normal, anyway.
I'm still feeling pretty ordinary, but I went back to work today, simply because I missed it so much. *Snort* Yeah, right. Actually, I'm out of sick leave, and I need the money. I was meant to do 4 hours, ended up doing five and a half. I worked at the cafe, and I worked with both The Snitch and The Bitch. The Snitch was actually in a good mood, which made it sort-of-pleasant to work with her. The Bitch ignored me the whole time, but whatever. Does she really think that bothers me?!
Anyway. I can't think of what I was going to write ... My brain just does not want to work. Something ... to do with something ...
Oh, the 20sb link list has been started. And if you've got a moment, please head over to Katie at Overflowing Brain and give her some love. Her and her new hubby had a heap of stuff stolen from their car while they were on their honeymoon. How much does that suck? Go say some mean things about the scumbags who did it. I'm sure that'll help cheer her up :-)
Yeah. So. I'm gonna take off. The time is now 6:46 p.m. It's only taken me 34 minutes to write this stellar entry! I told you I was spacey ...
You hang in there sunshine, you're friggin special :-)
I took some painkillers before, (for my back) and they've made me go slightly loopy. Well, a little more loopy than normal, anyway.
I'm still feeling pretty ordinary, but I went back to work today, simply because I missed it so much. *Snort* Yeah, right. Actually, I'm out of sick leave, and I need the money. I was meant to do 4 hours, ended up doing five and a half. I worked at the cafe, and I worked with both The Snitch and The Bitch. The Snitch was actually in a good mood, which made it sort-of-pleasant to work with her. The Bitch ignored me the whole time, but whatever. Does she really think that bothers me?!
Anyway. I can't think of what I was going to write ... My brain just does not want to work. Something ... to do with something ...
Oh, the 20sb link list has been started. And if you've got a moment, please head over to Katie at Overflowing Brain and give her some love. Her and her new hubby had a heap of stuff stolen from their car while they were on their honeymoon. How much does that suck? Go say some mean things about the scumbags who did it. I'm sure that'll help cheer her up :-)
Yeah. So. I'm gonna take off. The time is now 6:46 p.m. It's only taken me 34 minutes to write this stellar entry! I told you I was spacey ...
You hang in there sunshine, you're friggin special :-)
Friday, June 20, 2008
You hang in there sunshine, you're friggin' special.
Since the last few posts in a row have just been jokes, or funny pictures, I just wanted to remind everyone that I can in fact write.
Clicking on the link will take you to a post from a few days ago where I posted a few of my best entries from this site (In my opinion, anyway). I should make them into a list on the sidebar, shouldn't I?
Anyway. I'm still sick and barely able to think coherently :-) So I'm going to watch some trashy tv and nap on the couch. Woo hoo!
P.S. I have decided that from now on, all my entries will be ended with the following line:
You hang in there sunshine, you're friggin' special.
Why? Because it makes me laugh. I love it!
Clicking on the link will take you to a post from a few days ago where I posted a few of my best entries from this site (In my opinion, anyway). I should make them into a list on the sidebar, shouldn't I?
Anyway. I'm still sick and barely able to think coherently :-) So I'm going to watch some trashy tv and nap on the couch. Woo hoo!
P.S. I have decided that from now on, all my entries will be ended with the following line:
You hang in there sunshine, you're friggin' special.
Why? Because it makes me laugh. I love it!
Poor Grumpy ...
The seven dwarfs go to the Vatican, and because they are the seven dwarfs, they are immediately ushered in to see the Pope.
Grumpy leads the pack.
'Grumpy, my son,' says the Pope, 'What can I do for you?'
Grumpy asks, 'Excuse me your Excellency, but are there any dwarf nuns in Rome?'
The Pope wrinkles his brow at the odd question, thinks for a moment and answers, 'No, Grumpy, there are no dwarf nuns in Rome.'
In the background, a few of the dwarfs start giggling.
Grumpy turns around and glares, silencing them.
Grumpy turns back, 'Your Worship, are there any dwarf nuns in all of Europe ?'
The Pope, puzzled now, again thinks for a moment and then answers, 'No, Grumpy, there are no dwarf nuns in Europe.
This time, all of the other dwarfs burst into laughter.
Once again, Grumpy turns around and silences them with an angry glare.
Grumpy turns back and says, 'Mr.. Pope! Are there ANY dwarf nuns anywhere in the world?'
The Pope, really confused by the questions says, 'I'm sorry, my son, there are no dwarf nuns anywhere in the world.'
The other dwarfs collapse into a heap, rolling and laughing, pounding the floor, tears rolling down their cheeks, as they begin chanting......
'Grumpy shagged a penguin!'
'Grumpy shagged a penguin!'
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Good news ... Bad news.
The good news is that I've almost finished Fearless Fourteen. And Janet Evanovich hasn't disappointed in her latest novel :-)
The bad news is that I'm feeling like crap. Got a throat infection going on, according to the doctor. Have felt crappy for a few days, and it'll probably be a few more days until I'm back to normal.
So, until then, I've dived into the archives and chosen some of my best posts. Some are jokes, quotes, or funny photos sent to me. Most of them are entries that I have actually written though. The top link is the oldest entry, the link at the bottom of the list is the most recent.
Ok, I'm going to go curl up on the couch and have a nap. Have fun, guys!
I'll be happy when ...
Whatever ... :-)
Meme #2
Zen Sarcasm
Baby Porcupines (Photo)
Positive thought for the day
I'm a retarded chicken, apparently.
Self concious
Another meme
Dear Mr Blogger ...
Quotes
Snippets of my week
6 years, Mel. And I still miss you.
Love you, Pete!
Yeah ... I am a superhero.
Unreasonable?
I had a plan, damnit!
Hmm ...
Bunnings ... Full of terrific, helpful advice!
Devil dog
BFF!!
Open letter to the Hospital (P.S. Thanks for having me stay!)
Aren't kids great?
The bad news is that I'm feeling like crap. Got a throat infection going on, according to the doctor. Have felt crappy for a few days, and it'll probably be a few more days until I'm back to normal.
So, until then, I've dived into the archives and chosen some of my best posts. Some are jokes, quotes, or funny photos sent to me. Most of them are entries that I have actually written though. The top link is the oldest entry, the link at the bottom of the list is the most recent.
Ok, I'm going to go curl up on the couch and have a nap. Have fun, guys!
I'll be happy when ...
Whatever ... :-)
Meme #2
Zen Sarcasm
Baby Porcupines (Photo)
Positive thought for the day
I'm a retarded chicken, apparently.
Self concious
Another meme
Dear Mr Blogger ...
Quotes
Snippets of my week
6 years, Mel. And I still miss you.
Love you, Pete!
Yeah ... I am a superhero.
Unreasonable?
I had a plan, damnit!
Hmm ...
Bunnings ... Full of terrific, helpful advice!
Devil dog
BFF!!
Open letter to the Hospital (P.S. Thanks for having me stay!)
Aren't kids great?
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Hypothetically ...
If you are a male, visiting the house of a female, for more than 6 hours at a time, in a house filled with females, is it so damn unreasonable to expect that you will PUT THE DAMN TOILET SEAT DOWN AFTER YOU FINISH?!?!?!?!
I'm sorry, but I find it really, really rude and it's PISSING ME OFF. How hard is it to put the damn seat down?!
I'm sorry, but I find it really, really rude and it's PISSING ME OFF. How hard is it to put the damn seat down?!
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Rants ... And talking Smurfese.
There are a couple of things on my mind tonight. There's going to be a few *rants*, then a normal entry. If you don't want to read my rage, skip to the last part.
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Firstly ... This person that I know. This person is not a friend, not a relative, not someone I particularly like, but this person was at my house the other night.
Then, the TAC ad came on tv. The one that always makes me tear up.
This person watched for a few seconds, turned to me and said, "You know, when I watch this ad, I want to kill all those people. Seriously."
WTF???
I don't even know where to start. Even though I was in MY HOUSE, I walked out.
How fucked in the head do you have to be to even think something like that? Never mind actually saying it out loud to another person. What kind of freak is he?
I was literally stunned. This wasn't said as a joke (even though it's OBVIOUSLY a hilarious joke, or at least he would think so), or by someone who was trying to be sarcastic. He was serious, and it is psychopathic. I'm kicking myself now for not calling him on it and telling him to get the hell out of my house.
*****
I worked on Saturday. I worked with someone who ignored me for half the time, then spoke to me like I was a piece of dog shit on her shoe the rest of the time.
It was not pleasant, and by the time she left work, I was very upset.
I kept my temper though. I figured I'd wait until my boss came in later that day, talk calmly to her about it and figure something out. So I did.
Only to be told that yes, the person has an attitude problem. But no, my boss isn't going to do a damn thing about it.
Why? Because in five (yes, 5) weeks, my boss is going to Malaysia with her family and will need the person to work during that time.
In five (5) weeks.
In FIVE (5) WEEKS you could easily fire this person, hire and train someone new to do the job, and go enjoy your Malaysian holiday.
The job is not that difficult. I've picked up almost everything I need to know by doing TWO shifts a week for the last TWO weeks. In FOUR shifts, there's not much that I haven't learnt.
Bottom line is, I don't get paid enough to deal with this shit. I don't need it, and I don't want it. Dealt with it at Safeway and at KFMC, and I'm not doin it again. The boss doesn't want to say anything? Fine. I will.
****
(**Warning: Trashy tv talk ahead**)
Nobbi. How in the hell is he still on Big Brother? He's a bully. What he did to Travis was cruel, malicious and totally unnecessary. He knew exactly what he was doing. It wasn't "in-your-face" "tough" bullying, but it was bullying all the same.
****
So called "friends". Here's a tip for you. If you choose when you feel like being my friend, you're not a friend. I don't ask a lot from friends, but I will not be ignored and made to feel like nothing because you're busy jerking off or something. Grow the hell up. What is wrong with you? You have no other friends, (and you know that's the truth) and you're alienating the ONE friend you do have?
It's no skin off my nose if you want to do this. I have other friends around me, other people I care about, and laugh with. You? You're going to end up alone, and you'll wonder why. Maybe it's time to make a change ...
****
Ok. Rant time is over. I'm turning from a bitter, twisted individual back into me ... *lol*
I got to see Baby Smurf and Bug Eyes earlier this week. It was awesome. Bug Eyes (who's three in two weeks time) has turned into one very stubborn, very determined and very bossy child. All normal ... And hilarious. Some of the things she comes out with literally make me cry with laughter.
And Baby Smurf? Two words ...
Friggin. Gorgeous.
:-) *lol* She's a smiler. She smiles from the minute she wakes up until the minute she goes back to bed. She's "talking" to herself in Smurfese, and she's got the cutest little grunts and sounds. She thinks her Aunty Snappz is hilarious - what a coincidence! I think that too! - and I loved every second of making her laugh.
Anyway. Haven't done a footy update in a while - I'll get caught up in the next couple of days, I promise. Have to go now because it's time for STATE OF ORIGIN! Game two is on tonight ... GO BLUES! It's 7:30 and it's just about to start.
Peace out!
****
Firstly ... This person that I know. This person is not a friend, not a relative, not someone I particularly like, but this person was at my house the other night.
Then, the TAC ad came on tv. The one that always makes me tear up.
This person watched for a few seconds, turned to me and said, "You know, when I watch this ad, I want to kill all those people. Seriously."
WTF???
I don't even know where to start. Even though I was in MY HOUSE, I walked out.
How fucked in the head do you have to be to even think something like that? Never mind actually saying it out loud to another person. What kind of freak is he?
I was literally stunned. This wasn't said as a joke (even though it's OBVIOUSLY a hilarious joke, or at least he would think so), or by someone who was trying to be sarcastic. He was serious, and it is psychopathic. I'm kicking myself now for not calling him on it and telling him to get the hell out of my house.
*****
I worked on Saturday. I worked with someone who ignored me for half the time, then spoke to me like I was a piece of dog shit on her shoe the rest of the time.
It was not pleasant, and by the time she left work, I was very upset.
I kept my temper though. I figured I'd wait until my boss came in later that day, talk calmly to her about it and figure something out. So I did.
Only to be told that yes, the person has an attitude problem. But no, my boss isn't going to do a damn thing about it.
Why? Because in five (yes, 5) weeks, my boss is going to Malaysia with her family and will need the person to work during that time.
In five (5) weeks.
In FIVE (5) WEEKS you could easily fire this person, hire and train someone new to do the job, and go enjoy your Malaysian holiday.
The job is not that difficult. I've picked up almost everything I need to know by doing TWO shifts a week for the last TWO weeks. In FOUR shifts, there's not much that I haven't learnt.
Bottom line is, I don't get paid enough to deal with this shit. I don't need it, and I don't want it. Dealt with it at Safeway and at KFMC, and I'm not doin it again. The boss doesn't want to say anything? Fine. I will.
****
(**Warning: Trashy tv talk ahead**)
Nobbi. How in the hell is he still on Big Brother? He's a bully. What he did to Travis was cruel, malicious and totally unnecessary. He knew exactly what he was doing. It wasn't "in-your-face" "tough" bullying, but it was bullying all the same.
****
So called "friends". Here's a tip for you. If you choose when you feel like being my friend, you're not a friend. I don't ask a lot from friends, but I will not be ignored and made to feel like nothing because you're busy jerking off or something. Grow the hell up. What is wrong with you? You have no other friends, (and you know that's the truth) and you're alienating the ONE friend you do have?
It's no skin off my nose if you want to do this. I have other friends around me, other people I care about, and laugh with. You? You're going to end up alone, and you'll wonder why. Maybe it's time to make a change ...
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Ok. Rant time is over. I'm turning from a bitter, twisted individual back into me ... *lol*
I got to see Baby Smurf and Bug Eyes earlier this week. It was awesome. Bug Eyes (who's three in two weeks time) has turned into one very stubborn, very determined and very bossy child. All normal ... And hilarious. Some of the things she comes out with literally make me cry with laughter.
And Baby Smurf? Two words ...
Friggin. Gorgeous.
:-) *lol* She's a smiler. She smiles from the minute she wakes up until the minute she goes back to bed. She's "talking" to herself in Smurfese, and she's got the cutest little grunts and sounds. She thinks her Aunty Snappz is hilarious - what a coincidence! I think that too! - and I loved every second of making her laugh.
Anyway. Haven't done a footy update in a while - I'll get caught up in the next couple of days, I promise. Have to go now because it's time for STATE OF ORIGIN! Game two is on tonight ... GO BLUES! It's 7:30 and it's just about to start.
Peace out!
Friday, June 06, 2008
"What a big week in football it's been..."
I always hate trying to think of a way to start a blog entry. It sucks.
It's been a big week.
Monday, I started my new job. I went in last Wednesday for a few hours, but Monday was my first full day. So far, I love it. It's interesting, because up until now they haven't had someone in the front office. So the job expands as I get used to the place, and I'm basically doing whatever needs to be done - there's no specified job role. Monday I typed up quotes, organised the computer (because there were folders and files everywhere), started to organise the next social club dinner, redid some nursery and office signs, did a spreadsheet for the insurance company (because the company had some stuff stolen from a Harcourt site). Then I got four massive folders dumped on my desk, containing contact information for businesses we deal with, some of who have set up accounts with us, and I spent Monday afternoon sorting through some of them. They all have to be put in a database. It's going to take WEEKS.
Tuesday was my birthday. Woo hoo, 25. My sister didn't even bother to send a card, because she's visiting next week. Actually, I was talking to her on the phone tonight, and she hasn't even brought a card yet. Oh yeah, that made me feel loved. My brother/my brother's girlfriend didn't even bother to ring on Tuesday, or send a card. I didn't really want to speak to my brother, but I wanted to speak to my nephew, and hear him say "Happy birthday, Aunty Rach".
It's not all bad, though. I scored some cool presents - a new watch, The Shield, season 4, money - which I used to buy some new clothes for my office job (coz I don't really do formal clothes. I'm strictly a tshirt and jeans kinda girl. The office isn't too formal though, so I can get away with wearing black pants and a nice top), some earrings, and of course, my hair straightener. (Which was actually a birthday present, I just got it early :-))
I worked all day Tuesday, and actually made a dent in all those folders on my desk. By the end of Tuesday, I had done about a quarter of one folder! *lol* Doesn't sound like that much, but it's a shitload of work. In about 8 weeks, I might actually be finished with the database :-)
Wednesday ... I worked again. It's my short day though, I only work half a day on Wednesday. Got some of the database done, did some more on the insurance stuff, basically worked my arse off and loved every second of it.
Went out for dinner on Wednesday night with the girls from the cafe, which was great fun. We went to a Vietnamese/Chinese place, got about 8 different dishes and tried a little bit of everything. After we'd finished there, we went to Seboo and had coffee and talked for another couple of hours. It was 11:30 before I got home.
Thursday I got up on the wrong side of the bed, and was cranky for the whole day. Usually I'm fine after I wake up a bit, but not yesterday. I was just pissed. My mum came down for the day, so we did some shopping, had some lunch and hung out for a while. I ended up having a sleep on the couch after she left, which of course meant that I didn't go back to sleep until like 3 o'clock this morning. I ended up watching season 4 of The Shield for a while, have watched about half of it so far. Might watch the rest tonight.
Today, since I didn't go to bed til 3 a.m., I didn't get up til 11. I laid on the couch and watched some tv for a couple of hours ... Just couldn't be stuffed doing anything. I finally got up about 2, got dressed and went for a walk for an hour. Got home, went to the library, and did some shopping. Got home and just been bumming around since then. Just in a *mood* again, I guess. Not sure why. Just pissed off that my brothers girlfriend couldn't even be bothered to ring me for my birthday. I'm also sick of my other job - not the office one, the cafe one - because I'm sick of a couple of the girls I work with. One is total snitch, and runs to the boss with everything - it doesn't affect me because I don't do anything to get me in trouble, I just think it's a scummy thing to do - and the other is a total bitch, who hates the boss and has an attitude. I can see snitch continuing to dob in bitch, and bitch walking out, which will leave me working more with snitch. And I gotta say, I don't really like her as a person. Oh well. Whatever.
What else ... Well, my roof finally got fixed. It leaked about 6 times, and I had the plumber out here 4 times. I had a go at my real estate agency, because I was putting in maintenance request forms, and no one was doing anything about them. So I cracked it, and put in another form, and had words to the girl at the desk, and also had words with my property manager. Who, suddenly, has turned into the nicest, most apologetic person on the planet. I don't lose my temper very often, but I was very close and I think my property manager realised that.
Man, this has turned into one long-winded entry. Blah, blah, blah. Anyway, since I did nothing today, I better go do some housework. I've got my sister, the ultimate neat freak, showing up in a couple of days, so I need to clean. Of course, it doesnt matter how clean the place is, she'll get here and clean it again - it's like she's some kind of freak. (Who I love dearly, of course ...!) Looking foward to seeing my nieces again, haven't seen them in a couple of months. Bug Eyes has been learning new words daily, and is a very smart kid. And Baby Smurf has started to roll over and is "talking" to herself all the time. Can't wait to hang out with the girls again.
Anyway, the house aint gonna clean itself. I'm out.
It's been a big week.
Monday, I started my new job. I went in last Wednesday for a few hours, but Monday was my first full day. So far, I love it. It's interesting, because up until now they haven't had someone in the front office. So the job expands as I get used to the place, and I'm basically doing whatever needs to be done - there's no specified job role. Monday I typed up quotes, organised the computer (because there were folders and files everywhere), started to organise the next social club dinner, redid some nursery and office signs, did a spreadsheet for the insurance company (because the company had some stuff stolen from a Harcourt site). Then I got four massive folders dumped on my desk, containing contact information for businesses we deal with, some of who have set up accounts with us, and I spent Monday afternoon sorting through some of them. They all have to be put in a database. It's going to take WEEKS.
Tuesday was my birthday. Woo hoo, 25. My sister didn't even bother to send a card, because she's visiting next week. Actually, I was talking to her on the phone tonight, and she hasn't even brought a card yet. Oh yeah, that made me feel loved. My brother/my brother's girlfriend didn't even bother to ring on Tuesday, or send a card. I didn't really want to speak to my brother, but I wanted to speak to my nephew, and hear him say "Happy birthday, Aunty Rach".
It's not all bad, though. I scored some cool presents - a new watch, The Shield, season 4, money - which I used to buy some new clothes for my office job (coz I don't really do formal clothes. I'm strictly a tshirt and jeans kinda girl. The office isn't too formal though, so I can get away with wearing black pants and a nice top), some earrings, and of course, my hair straightener. (Which was actually a birthday present, I just got it early :-))
I worked all day Tuesday, and actually made a dent in all those folders on my desk. By the end of Tuesday, I had done about a quarter of one folder! *lol* Doesn't sound like that much, but it's a shitload of work. In about 8 weeks, I might actually be finished with the database :-)
Wednesday ... I worked again. It's my short day though, I only work half a day on Wednesday. Got some of the database done, did some more on the insurance stuff, basically worked my arse off and loved every second of it.
Went out for dinner on Wednesday night with the girls from the cafe, which was great fun. We went to a Vietnamese/Chinese place, got about 8 different dishes and tried a little bit of everything. After we'd finished there, we went to Seboo and had coffee and talked for another couple of hours. It was 11:30 before I got home.
Thursday I got up on the wrong side of the bed, and was cranky for the whole day. Usually I'm fine after I wake up a bit, but not yesterday. I was just pissed. My mum came down for the day, so we did some shopping, had some lunch and hung out for a while. I ended up having a sleep on the couch after she left, which of course meant that I didn't go back to sleep until like 3 o'clock this morning. I ended up watching season 4 of The Shield for a while, have watched about half of it so far. Might watch the rest tonight.
Today, since I didn't go to bed til 3 a.m., I didn't get up til 11. I laid on the couch and watched some tv for a couple of hours ... Just couldn't be stuffed doing anything. I finally got up about 2, got dressed and went for a walk for an hour. Got home, went to the library, and did some shopping. Got home and just been bumming around since then. Just in a *mood* again, I guess. Not sure why. Just pissed off that my brothers girlfriend couldn't even be bothered to ring me for my birthday. I'm also sick of my other job - not the office one, the cafe one - because I'm sick of a couple of the girls I work with. One is total snitch, and runs to the boss with everything - it doesn't affect me because I don't do anything to get me in trouble, I just think it's a scummy thing to do - and the other is a total bitch, who hates the boss and has an attitude. I can see snitch continuing to dob in bitch, and bitch walking out, which will leave me working more with snitch. And I gotta say, I don't really like her as a person. Oh well. Whatever.
What else ... Well, my roof finally got fixed. It leaked about 6 times, and I had the plumber out here 4 times. I had a go at my real estate agency, because I was putting in maintenance request forms, and no one was doing anything about them. So I cracked it, and put in another form, and had words to the girl at the desk, and also had words with my property manager. Who, suddenly, has turned into the nicest, most apologetic person on the planet. I don't lose my temper very often, but I was very close and I think my property manager realised that.
Man, this has turned into one long-winded entry. Blah, blah, blah. Anyway, since I did nothing today, I better go do some housework. I've got my sister, the ultimate neat freak, showing up in a couple of days, so I need to clean. Of course, it doesnt matter how clean the place is, she'll get here and clean it again - it's like she's some kind of freak. (Who I love dearly, of course ...!) Looking foward to seeing my nieces again, haven't seen them in a couple of months. Bug Eyes has been learning new words daily, and is a very smart kid. And Baby Smurf has started to roll over and is "talking" to herself all the time. Can't wait to hang out with the girls again.
Anyway, the house aint gonna clean itself. I'm out.
Monday, May 19, 2008
Big Brother is TOTALLY trashy tv ... And I love it! Hahaha. Bianca is a cow, and Dixie ... Oh my god. Total skank-face cow. Hahaha. Love it.
I think I've figured out why Buckley keeps destroying stuff. It's because when I say "NO!", he ... Doesn't listen. Doesn't seem to give a damn. I think that's the problem right there. I'm just not sure how to fix it ... How do you discipline a rabbit?!
Yesterday morning, I got up to discover that during the night, my roof had leaked. This is how my thought process went:
Walk into the kitchen, see something on the bench ...
What? I don't remember spilling anything on the bench.
Look over to the couch. Notice there are wet spots on the couch.
What? Buckley peed on the couch? But he hasn't been on the couch this morning.
Look up at the ceiling directly above me and notice that it looks like something has exploded all over the roof.
What the hell? Has someone been in my house during the night?
Look at the ceiling in the lounge and notice that that too, is covered.
What the hell is going on? Someone broke in and exploded a bottle of coke? Oh my god ... What do I do here? Call the cops? And say what, exactly? What the hell?
As you can see, it took me quite a while to realise what had happened ... I'm not sure how, but my roof leaked, all over the lounge and the kitchen. It took hours to clean up, first I had to get everything out (because it was actually dripping onto all my stuff)and put in the spare room/my bedroom, then clean off the ceiling, then wipe down all the walls, benches, the sink, clean the curtains, rewash everything that had been on the clotheshorse, then put everything back in the lounge.
Really glad I went to the effort of getting my carpets cleaned two weeks ago, too. They've got stains all over them, because the water that leaked in was of course dirty/rusty water. Yup, reallllly glad I shelled out $100 to get the carpets done.
Anyway. So after I cleaned up the mess I headed out to help pack up the cafe. Of course, by the time I got there they were almost done! It was a bit sad, but ... Oh well, shit happens. It's not the end of the world.
Today I had to get Centrelink stuff organised ... Did some job applications, made an appointment with an employment agency (SAEP)... Ahh, the exciting life of the unemployed bum :-)
Anyway .... I started this post hours ago, then wandered off to watch some tv, and have only just returned. It's laaaaate ... Uhhh, earrrrrly Tuesday morning now :-) And I better head to bed. I've got an appointment at 10 a.m. ... Fun!
Peace out.
I think I've figured out why Buckley keeps destroying stuff. It's because when I say "NO!", he ... Doesn't listen. Doesn't seem to give a damn. I think that's the problem right there. I'm just not sure how to fix it ... How do you discipline a rabbit?!
Yesterday morning, I got up to discover that during the night, my roof had leaked. This is how my thought process went:
Walk into the kitchen, see something on the bench ...
What? I don't remember spilling anything on the bench.
Look over to the couch. Notice there are wet spots on the couch.
What? Buckley peed on the couch? But he hasn't been on the couch this morning.
Look up at the ceiling directly above me and notice that it looks like something has exploded all over the roof.
What the hell? Has someone been in my house during the night?
Look at the ceiling in the lounge and notice that that too, is covered.
What the hell is going on? Someone broke in and exploded a bottle of coke? Oh my god ... What do I do here? Call the cops? And say what, exactly? What the hell?
As you can see, it took me quite a while to realise what had happened ... I'm not sure how, but my roof leaked, all over the lounge and the kitchen. It took hours to clean up, first I had to get everything out (because it was actually dripping onto all my stuff)and put in the spare room/my bedroom, then clean off the ceiling, then wipe down all the walls, benches, the sink, clean the curtains, rewash everything that had been on the clotheshorse, then put everything back in the lounge.
Really glad I went to the effort of getting my carpets cleaned two weeks ago, too. They've got stains all over them, because the water that leaked in was of course dirty/rusty water. Yup, reallllly glad I shelled out $100 to get the carpets done.
Anyway. So after I cleaned up the mess I headed out to help pack up the cafe. Of course, by the time I got there they were almost done! It was a bit sad, but ... Oh well, shit happens. It's not the end of the world.
Today I had to get Centrelink stuff organised ... Did some job applications, made an appointment with an employment agency (SAEP)... Ahh, the exciting life of the unemployed bum :-)
Anyway .... I started this post hours ago, then wandered off to watch some tv, and have only just returned. It's laaaaate ... Uhhh, earrrrrly Tuesday morning now :-) And I better head to bed. I've got an appointment at 10 a.m. ... Fun!
Peace out.
Friday, May 16, 2008
Some days you just want to pee on everything ... *
Helllllllllllloooooooooooooo?
Is anyone out there ... out there ... out there ... ?
*lol* Sorry. I'm just amusing myself.
So. It's been a while.
Firstly something from the "That's a little disturbing file": Someone found this blog by typing the following words into Google:
Some days you just want to pee on everything.
I kid you not. Seriously.
Ok ... Moving on.
Let's see ... What's new ... Well, it's only 18 days until my birthday. Woo hoo. Looking forward to it because I'm hoping to get a new straightener this year. My old one seems to hate me ... Keeps turning itself off, and occasionally won't even turn on! This morning it decided to turn on, but then started smelling like something was burning. Not good.
What else ... Well, I'm unemployed. Technically, not til tomorrow, coz the cafe doesn't close til tomorrow, but my last shift was yesterday. I was hoping to go away with some mates tomorrow, but I don't think that will happen. Tomorrow morning I'll go out and see the girls, maybe have some lunch, say goodbye to the stupid Market Centre :-)
It's not all bad though. I mean, being unemployed will give me lots of spare time. Yahooo! I'll be able to watch lots of crappy day time tv, read lots of books, hang out with that bunny of mine, keep my house nice and clean ... Yep, that'll keep me entertained for about a week, I'm not sure what I'm going to do after that :-) Guess I'll figure something out.
I have been looking ... Looking ... Looking ... for another job though, for about 8 weeks now. I've had a couple of interviews, gotten about 7 rejection letters already, plus a text message saying that i'd been unsuccessful ... I'll just have to keep looking.
Hmm ... What else ... Well, I was (as I mentioned earlier) planning to go away this weekend - to Finley, in NSW - but I don't think i'll be going, as once again, I'm sick. I don't know why I seem to be picking up every freaking sick germ that's going around - I've had pneumonia twice (and ended up at the hospital because of it twice) and a chest infection as well as that stupid gastro bug (all in the last two months) - but I'm hoping that when I kick this stupid flu, I'll have had my "fill" of being sick for this year and I'll stay healthy ... Well, a girl can hope, right?!
Oh. My mum's best friends grandson (Jayden) is still in a coma. Doctors operated last week to remove a piece of his skull, to release some pressure, and they're now not sure what's going to happen, or when they might start to bring him out of it. However, my mums best friend - Janice - fell down an escalator earlier this week and broke her leg pretty badly. She was operated on yesterday, and is still in hospital recovering. I can't believe the bad luck! If you're so inclined, please think good thoughts/send up some prayers/positive juju for Janice and family, who could probably really use them at the moment ... Thanks.
Anyway. I think I'm going to go back to bed. I'm tired, and cranky, and tired, and I have another fever. Argh. Goodnight ... and since I'm now unemployed, let's hope I can start blogging a little more often ... Peace out :-)
Is anyone out there ... out there ... out there ... ?
*lol* Sorry. I'm just amusing myself.
So. It's been a while.
Firstly something from the "That's a little disturbing file": Someone found this blog by typing the following words into Google:
Some days you just want to pee on everything.
I kid you not. Seriously.
Ok ... Moving on.
Let's see ... What's new ... Well, it's only 18 days until my birthday. Woo hoo. Looking forward to it because I'm hoping to get a new straightener this year. My old one seems to hate me ... Keeps turning itself off, and occasionally won't even turn on! This morning it decided to turn on, but then started smelling like something was burning. Not good.
What else ... Well, I'm unemployed. Technically, not til tomorrow, coz the cafe doesn't close til tomorrow, but my last shift was yesterday. I was hoping to go away with some mates tomorrow, but I don't think that will happen. Tomorrow morning I'll go out and see the girls, maybe have some lunch, say goodbye to the stupid Market Centre :-)
It's not all bad though. I mean, being unemployed will give me lots of spare time. Yahooo! I'll be able to watch lots of crappy day time tv, read lots of books, hang out with that bunny of mine, keep my house nice and clean ... Yep, that'll keep me entertained for about a week, I'm not sure what I'm going to do after that :-) Guess I'll figure something out.
I have been looking ... Looking ... Looking ... for another job though, for about 8 weeks now. I've had a couple of interviews, gotten about 7 rejection letters already, plus a text message saying that i'd been unsuccessful ... I'll just have to keep looking.
Hmm ... What else ... Well, I was (as I mentioned earlier) planning to go away this weekend - to Finley, in NSW - but I don't think i'll be going, as once again, I'm sick. I don't know why I seem to be picking up every freaking sick germ that's going around - I've had pneumonia twice (and ended up at the hospital because of it twice) and a chest infection as well as that stupid gastro bug (all in the last two months) - but I'm hoping that when I kick this stupid flu, I'll have had my "fill" of being sick for this year and I'll stay healthy ... Well, a girl can hope, right?!
Oh. My mum's best friends grandson (Jayden) is still in a coma. Doctors operated last week to remove a piece of his skull, to release some pressure, and they're now not sure what's going to happen, or when they might start to bring him out of it. However, my mums best friend - Janice - fell down an escalator earlier this week and broke her leg pretty badly. She was operated on yesterday, and is still in hospital recovering. I can't believe the bad luck! If you're so inclined, please think good thoughts/send up some prayers/positive juju for Janice and family, who could probably really use them at the moment ... Thanks.
Anyway. I think I'm going to go back to bed. I'm tired, and cranky, and tired, and I have another fever. Argh. Goodnight ... and since I'm now unemployed, let's hope I can start blogging a little more often ... Peace out :-)
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Maybe One Day ...
Maybe One Day
Maybe one day a child diagnosed with cancer will know they will be cured
Maybe one day when a child is diagnosed with cancer, her father will not have to break down and cry his heart out
Maybe one day when a child is diagnosed with cancer, her mother will not feel the need to bargain with God so her child will live
Maybe one day a child diagnosed with cancer will not lose years of childhood battling for survival
Maybe one day parents of a child diagnosed with cancer will not have to hold their child down during painful procedures and listen to her screams
Maybe one day a child diagnosed with cancer will not have to ask "Why do they have to hurt me to help me?"
Maybe one day a child diagnosed with cancer can go to school without hair and not worry that classmates will tease her
Maybe one day a child diagnosed with cancer will not have to take medication that causes her coordination to leave her and to trip and fall hurting her self esteem
Maybe one day cancer therapy will not have to jepordize the lives of our children
Maybe one day a parent will not have to wonder what their child's potential might have been
Maybe one day we will never have to listen to another eulogy for a child who dies from cancer
Maybe one day, there will be no more cancer... maybe one day.
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Helpful advice, my arse.
So, today (well, yesterday actually. Yesterday morning), Christine and I took a trip to Bunnings. Now, having a dad who's more than willing to do all that stuff that needs doing around my house means that I've never really needed Bunnings (or any hardware store) for any reason at all. But yesterday morning, Christine got up to discover that Jersey, her 8 month old puppy, who has, for the last 6 months been digging holes all over her back yard, had finally managed to dig his way under the fence, into the neighbours yard. Hahahaha! What a little bugger.
So we went to Bunnings, to get some wood, or some wire mesh, or something that would stop this from happening again.
It was interesting. And hilarious.
Me: Ooh, I'll ask that guy there for advice.
Christine: It does say on their ads they have lots of helpful advice!
Me: Excuse me. I was wondering if you could help us. We've got a problem with a dog, who's digging underneath a fence, getting out, and we need to put something there to stop him. What would be the best way to go about it?
Sales guy: I don't know anything about dogs. (Turns back to his work)
Me: Oook. Thanks anyway.
(As we're walking off)
Sales guy: Oh wait. I did hear of a friend. You probably won't like it, but he put barbed wire in the dirt all around the fence. The mutt shredded his feet when he tried to dig.
Me: Uh ... Thanks! We'll give that some thought.
(As soon as we walk away)
Christine: I wonder if his "friend" is now in jail.
Me: Helpful advice, my arse.
About 20 minutes later, we'd decided on a two-stage attack plan. A long plank of wood to put in front of the fence, and some square iron thingies (is it obvious I don't know how the hell to describe them?!) to put in front of the fence where the wood wouldn't reach. So, we decide that as soon as we get a shovel, we'll be out of there. Turns out the shovels are in the same isle as the mailboxes (some of which are FREAKING MASSIVE!), which leads to this brainwave from yours truly.
Me: (Laughing hysterically) Why not just buy a mailbox and stick him in there when you're not at home?
Christine: What is WRONG with you?!
Me: Problem solved (still laughing at my brilliance).
Christine: Oh ... My ... God ...
Me: You know, I think I may have been dropped on my head as a baby.
Christine: We could put barbed wire on the outside of the mailbox, he'd never get out!
(Then we both start laughing because we have the same dorky sense of humour and find each other hilarious!)
So, all in all ... A productive trip to Bunnings :-)
I cannot believe it's 3:15 a.m. and I'm awake. I am soooo tired. I haven't slept a lot the last couple of nights. I died about 11:30 tonight, then woke up an hour ago, having big trouble breathing. As soon as I'd been sitting upright for a few minutes, it got a lot easier to breathe, so I don't know what's going on there. You know, this breathing thing aint as easy as it looks ... :-)
Anyway, I might try and get some sleep. If this doesn't stop I'll have to go to the doctors AGAIN. Grr. Ok, I'm out :-)
So we went to Bunnings, to get some wood, or some wire mesh, or something that would stop this from happening again.
It was interesting. And hilarious.
Me: Ooh, I'll ask that guy there for advice.
Christine: It does say on their ads they have lots of helpful advice!
Me: Excuse me. I was wondering if you could help us. We've got a problem with a dog, who's digging underneath a fence, getting out, and we need to put something there to stop him. What would be the best way to go about it?
Sales guy: I don't know anything about dogs. (Turns back to his work)
Me: Oook. Thanks anyway.
(As we're walking off)
Sales guy: Oh wait. I did hear of a friend. You probably won't like it, but he put barbed wire in the dirt all around the fence. The mutt shredded his feet when he tried to dig.
Me: Uh ... Thanks! We'll give that some thought.
(As soon as we walk away)
Christine: I wonder if his "friend" is now in jail.
Me: Helpful advice, my arse.
About 20 minutes later, we'd decided on a two-stage attack plan. A long plank of wood to put in front of the fence, and some square iron thingies (is it obvious I don't know how the hell to describe them?!) to put in front of the fence where the wood wouldn't reach. So, we decide that as soon as we get a shovel, we'll be out of there. Turns out the shovels are in the same isle as the mailboxes (some of which are FREAKING MASSIVE!), which leads to this brainwave from yours truly.
Me: (Laughing hysterically) Why not just buy a mailbox and stick him in there when you're not at home?
Christine: What is WRONG with you?!
Me: Problem solved (still laughing at my brilliance).
Christine: Oh ... My ... God ...
Me: You know, I think I may have been dropped on my head as a baby.
Christine: We could put barbed wire on the outside of the mailbox, he'd never get out!
(Then we both start laughing because we have the same dorky sense of humour and find each other hilarious!)
So, all in all ... A productive trip to Bunnings :-)
I cannot believe it's 3:15 a.m. and I'm awake. I am soooo tired. I haven't slept a lot the last couple of nights. I died about 11:30 tonight, then woke up an hour ago, having big trouble breathing. As soon as I'd been sitting upright for a few minutes, it got a lot easier to breathe, so I don't know what's going on there. You know, this breathing thing aint as easy as it looks ... :-)
Anyway, I might try and get some sleep. If this doesn't stop I'll have to go to the doctors AGAIN. Grr. Ok, I'm out :-)
Monday, April 14, 2008
Waiting ...
Tonight, I am tired, but I cannot sleep.
I am waiting.
On my bed, with my phone clutched in my hand.
I am waiting.
Every sound, every movement in the night, every creak, makes my eyes fly open and my heart stop for a second.
I am waiting.
Waiting ...
I am waiting.
On my bed, with my phone clutched in my hand.
I am waiting.
Every sound, every movement in the night, every creak, makes my eyes fly open and my heart stop for a second.
I am waiting.
Waiting ...
Friday, April 11, 2008
Stupid technology
Man, I'm tired.
Yesterday, I worked. Woo hoo, give me a medal. *lol* Sorry, I'm just amusing myself.
Anyway, mum and dad came down to Bendigo for the day, to look at doors, and go car browsing. They ended up buying mum a new computer. Not because there's anything really wrong with hers, but she just thought it was time for a new computer.
So, last night after work I headed up to mum and dads. I spent hours last night setting up the computer, and transferring all her photos and family history stuff onto the new computer. Surely there's a quicker, easier way to do it ... Too bad I don't know it.
So, as my piece-of-crap-i-think-it-is-possessed-and-it-hates-me-laptop has been playing up lately, I inherited mums old computer. I've just spent ages getting the broadband connection sorted out ... Man, was that confusing. I had to dig out the CD I got when I first connected to Telstra. And then my modem - which has obviously been chewed by A RABBIT, who shall remain nameless, thank you very much BUCKLEY B. BUNNY - decided it didn't want to work. And, as it turns out, you can't connect to the internet without a modem. Who knew?
So, now I've got to move all my photos and stuff onto this computer, as well as install iTunes. Because there's no way in hell I'm goin without my podcasts and music! :-)
Anyway. I've got to go do some stuff, and then I'm going to have a very quiet night on the couch. I'm freaking exhausted.
Peace out.
Yesterday, I worked. Woo hoo, give me a medal. *lol* Sorry, I'm just amusing myself.
Anyway, mum and dad came down to Bendigo for the day, to look at doors, and go car browsing. They ended up buying mum a new computer. Not because there's anything really wrong with hers, but she just thought it was time for a new computer.
So, last night after work I headed up to mum and dads. I spent hours last night setting up the computer, and transferring all her photos and family history stuff onto the new computer. Surely there's a quicker, easier way to do it ... Too bad I don't know it.
So, as my piece-of-crap-i-think-it-is-possessed-and-it-hates-me-laptop has been playing up lately, I inherited mums old computer. I've just spent ages getting the broadband connection sorted out ... Man, was that confusing. I had to dig out the CD I got when I first connected to Telstra. And then my modem - which has obviously been chewed by A RABBIT, who shall remain nameless, thank you very much BUCKLEY B. BUNNY - decided it didn't want to work. And, as it turns out, you can't connect to the internet without a modem. Who knew?
So, now I've got to move all my photos and stuff onto this computer, as well as install iTunes. Because there's no way in hell I'm goin without my podcasts and music! :-)
Anyway. I've got to go do some stuff, and then I'm going to have a very quiet night on the couch. I'm freaking exhausted.
Peace out.
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