Memories. And a whole heap of other stuff.

NRL is actually on LIVE tonight. Live into Victoria. Go, channel 9. Too bad it's such a rare occurrence. Australia v. New Zealand. Good game so far.
Reminds me of a few years ago though, when I had taped a test match since it was on at some ridiculous time like 1a.m. This was back when old housematey and I were living together, and we only had the one t.v. She was not a NRL fan, but occassionally she would watch a NRL game that I had taped. She got used to seeing the players names on the back of their jerseys. In test matches though, usually the sponsors name is on the back.
So we're sitting there watching this game, and housematey notes that two of the Australian players have the name Phillips on the back.
"Oh, are they brothers?" she says to me. I start to say no, but she notices another few players with Phillips on the back of their jerseys. "What the hell? How many Phillips brothers are there? What is with the Australian team??!" and "Ok, you can't tell me they're all brothers! Who made a mistake with their jumpers??"
Meanwhile, I'm laughing so hard I can't talk, because she was really confused. Eventually I managed to tell her what was going on ...

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Speaking of NRL, the whole Melbourne Storm, salary cap, cheating scandal issue ... Wow.

I am, as a Victorian, a Melbourne Storm supporter. Like most, I was shocked and stunned as it was all made public. I don't know whether other clubs are doing the same thing, and part of me is disappointed that the reputation of this terrific team has now been destroyed, to some extent. As a fan, I hurt for the players who worked their arses off to earn the 2007 and 2009 premierships, which have now been taken from them. Maybe that punishment was fair and just, I'm still not sure. I don't think taking away their ability to earn points for the rest of the 2010 season is fair or just though. I understand that some people think that because they're currently over the salary cap, they're fielding an illegal team, and yes, that is an excellent point. But honestly, I think the NRL and it's board should have given the Melbourne Storm a chance to get themselves under the salary cap, docked the points they had earnt up until the scandal broke, given them a 4 or 6 week penalty, then allowed them back into the 2010 competition once they were under the cap. Technically, by playing each week they are still in the competition, but there's nothing in it for them. By knocking them out for the whole season, NRL seems to be doing an enormous amount of damage to Rugby in Melbourne, a city where they are eager to make Rugby a bigger sport. Why would the fans go and support their team week in and week out when the team is going nowhere? I'm sure as the season wears on and the competition means less and less, and the games become more and more meaningless, the fans won't want to keep supporting their disgraced team.
I hope, really honestly hope, that the Storm fans, the real through-thick-and-thin fans keep supporting their team week in and week out. I hope they keep showing up for games, proving to the boys that to some of us, they are still our team, who we will support, regardless of what's happened. I hope ... But I don't hold out a lot of hope. I hope I'm proved wrong.

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In even more NRL news, I'm actually going NRL game this year. With work, uni and being 2 and a half hours from Melbourne, it's hard to get to games. Last year, State of Origin 1 was on my birthday, which was like the best birthday present ever. This year, I am going to the Storm v. Cowboys game a couple of weeks after my birthday. Exams will be over, so I won't have study/uni to worry about. I'm taking the weekend off work. I wish I lived closer to Melbourne, or that I was able to get to more games. So far, my aim to get to at least one NRL game a year is going well though :-) *lol*

* * * * *

Personally, there's not much going on with me. Work is busy ... I've been at my job for almost 2 years now, which is cool. The time has flown. It's still a great play to work (most of the time, anyway!)
Uni is going ok. I'm still struggling a bit with the glandular fever, and I don't know whether to take a semester off or keep pushing on. Sometimes I think I can handle it pretty well, other times I feel like I'm just barely holding on.

* * * * *

I recently found out that my dad has children (two) from another marriage, long before he met my mum. So I have two siblings that I've never met. When on holidays the other week, my mum and dad dropped in to see them while they were in their area. They are so pleased to be back in contact with my dad (it's been approximately 30 years since my dad has seen them), and my dad is also over the moon. My dad is having a fairly significant birthday later this year, we're thinking of throwing a big party so that my brother, sister, and I (and the rest of dad's side of the family) can meet them. I can't wait! I think it will be awesome. Also to be noted, I have 5 more nieces and nephews! How cool is that?! And my dad has 5 more grandchildren! Unreal!

* * * * *

I go back to the allergy specialist in a week ... I'm not sure what will happen. The last round of incredibly expensive immunotherapy hasn't made a huge difference ...

* * * * *

Milly the budgie (as seen on this blog previously) recently broke her leg. We think that she was attacked by a mouse who managed to get into her cage. Unfortunately, splinting it didn't work (and yes, I will put up photos of Milly with the splint on because it was So. Damn. Cute!), and blood flow was restricted to the area, meaning the only possible option we were left with was amputation. Yes, Milly had her left leg removed. The vet believed that had we not done it, infection would surely have killed her. Luckily Milly came through the operation with (wait for it .... ) "flying" colours (get it? get it?? hahaha ... ) and is now adjusting very well to life with only one leg.

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Ok. it's 10:05 and I'm exhausted (no nap today, and I have a massive headache (thank you, glandular fever. No, really.)), so I think I might have to go to bed. Probably sometime soon I'll pop back in. By the way, this blog went private a few weeks ago thanks to an internet troll. It may have to happen again, I'm not sure. If it does, and you want to be allowed to read it, leave me a comment and I'll be sure to add you. I can't promise that I'll always have a public blog, because what happened really freaked me out ,,,

Lest We Forget

They shall not grow old, as we that are left grow old

Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.

At the going down of the sun, and in the morning

We will remember them.

Today is April 25th - ANZAC Day. A day to say thanks to all those who have served, or currently are serving, our country. It's thanks to their sacrifices that we have the freedom we too often take for granted. Thoughts today are with all those service men and women who are on duty - whether they be here or overseas. Keep safe, and know that you are doing amazing work. Thank you.

Tonight, I feel incredibly sad. I don't know why.

I don't know what's wrong with me. I'm all out of sorts.

It's been building for a while.

I can't even remember how many times I had to blink back tears today. Because of stupid little things.

I'm so tired, all the time. I know that glandular fever can take months to go away, and I understand that. But I'm tired of it.

I'm tired of people expecting me to be "back to normal". I'm tired of people questioning me, doubting the glandular fever.

I'm tired of having to explain why when I can't do something because I'm tired.

I'm tired of people thinking that it's just a little bit tired. I'm tired of trying to explain that my bones hurt, that my head aches like nothing I've ever felt before, and that I'm exhausted. Honest-to-god, fully exhausted.

I'm so, so tired. I've had enough.

Snappz' Handy Tips, No. 1

Listen up, kids:

If you're going to drive like a moron/idiot/arsehole, almost collecting other cars when you don't give way, ensure that you do not have personalised number plates.

It's so much easier to remember RAT than it is GXR 473, especially when you've just avoided and accident and you might be a little shaken.

Just sayin'.

P.S. RAT driver: Thanks for making it incredibly easy to report you to the Police. That's great, and very appreciated!

Yep, I'm still alive.

Remember me?

The girl who used to post here? On a sometimes regular, sometimes not basis? Remember that girl?

Yeah. I'm still kickin.

Not many posts lately. Have been having computer problems.

Fixed all my problems by going out and buying me a new laptop yesterday - uhh, Thursday, actually. It's already Saturday. Shit.

Anyway, moving on ...

Got everything I want (and more!). Can't believe the amount I spent, but got it on interest-free finance, so as long as I have it paid off in 30 months I'll only pay what I spent, which is a pretty sweet deal.

Should be in bed right now, since I have to be up for work in five and a half hours, but I can't sleep for some reason ...

Glandular fever is still knocking me around a bit, but I'm having a few good days here and there, so that's a start.

Don't really have much other news. Tomorrow after work I'm spending time registering for my degree, and finding out what courses I have left still to do. I know I've failed a couple, so I'll have to repeat them. New semester starts at the end of Feb, so I need to get myself organised.

Housemateys sister is moving in with us next month ... That will be interesting. She's 19 ... Acts like she's 14 most of the time. She's starting TAFE down here, so hopefully she'll settle down and mature a little bit. A third person to share the bills = more money for me. Or, more money paid off my computer, actually.

Anyway, I really should go. Hopefully, I'll get a good sleep in before the alarm goes off. It's funny, GF means that I want to sleep all the time, but the last few nights, even though I'm exhausted/can hardly keep my eyes open, I've been really restless and unable to sleep. Wonder if that's normal? Wonder if that means (dare I say it ...) that I'm getting better?

Ok, I'm out.

P.S. Got some spare time? Go throw some love Katie's way. With another totally unfun medical adventure today, she could probably use some comment-support :-)

Who knew there was even such a day?

Feel free to leave a comment in ... celebration? ... of Delurker Day!

Pouting/Sulking. Whatever.

Today, I'm sulking.
I'm still feeling shitty. This glandular fever thing is really knocking me around. And it's maybe making me a tad bit grumpy and ... sensitive. Possibly. Or maybe it's the massive, painful freaking headache that I can't get rid of.
Why am I sulking?
Because housematey, who I normally love and get along with terrifically, seems to find it funny that I'm exhausted and tired all day long. She went out shopping and to the movies today, and laughed at me while she walked out the door. Not even kidding.
I know I'm usually pretty easy going, and I've been pretty jokey the last few days, trying not to get the whole GF thing get to me. But it's hard. It sucks to be exhausted all the freaking time, sleeping 15+ hours of days.
I don't even know where I'm going with this. Just wanted to vent.
Just ... bummed. :-(

Pure. Boredom.

So, after sleeping 15 - 18 hours a day for the last few weeks, and having shocking headaches and a sore throat, I finally went to the doc last week. I had a blood test, which was a lot more successful than last time (when the nurse had to stick a needle in me five freaking times to get blood), and it showed glandular fever.
Yes, the kissing disease. Mono.
No, I haven't been kissing anyone.
So now, I'm off work, for god knows how long, and I have plenty of time to look at random shit on the internet (between all the sleeping I'm doing ... That's number one priority.). So I thought I'd post some of it.
Starting with this photo, which totally rocks:





I got it from www.wedinator.com. It's kind of funny, in the most bizarre way.
Anyway, I've been awake for like, three whole hours and I'm reaching the can-barely-keep-my-eyes-open point, so I think it might be time to settle myself on the couch, put a dvd on, and nap.
I'll be back ... :-)

11/11 - Remembrance Day

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old;
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.

Today, we remember all those who have fought, and continue to fight, for our country. Today is not about whether you support the war or not. Today is a day to say thank you to all our Service men and women for all that they do. You are the reason we have the freedom to express our opinions. You are true heroes, and you do an amazing job of protecting this country, and the people who live here.

Thank you.

Meh.

So tonight, I can't sleep.

I know exactly why I can't sleep. And hopefully, writing it all out will help, and I'll be able to go to bed and get a good four hours sleep before I have to get up for work.

Yesterday at work, I got abused twice in 30 minutes by the same customer. Now, occasionally at work we will get a shitty customer. And to be honest, most of the time I don't let it bother me. I'll laugh it off, and by the time I finish work, it will be forgotten.

This was different.

I got abused when the guy came in and wanted a cubic metre on his 4x4 trailer. Now, usually we're only legally allowed to put half a cubic metre on a 6x4 trailer. So, smaller than a 6x4, can't fit a full metre on a 6x4, you'd think it wouldn't be hard to make him understand. Instead of him understanding, I got more abuse and swearing. In the end, since I was the only one in the shop, and I didn't want things to get even uglier, I charged him for a full metre and sent him over the loader driver to get loaded. I let the loader driver know, and he said he'd deal with the situation.

All over, right?

No. This guy also gave our loader driver an earful, and continued with the swearing/abuse theme. Then, 20 minutes after he left, he rang. And I copped some more. "You're going to lose your job/stupid bitch/f***ing this and that, you don't have these problems if you go to [other business]." And just before he slammed the phone down on me? "You'd better f***ing watch out. You better watch out [my name]".

Like I said, it's not so much the abuse (even though that was more than I'm used to). I can usually laugh at that.

What I don't like, and what's shaken me up, is being threatened.

I'm not worried about losing my job. I'm good at my job. My boss likes me. I love my job, and it shows in my work.

I'm worried about the "You better f***ing watch out".

That part worries me.

And I know it's probably pointless to worry. He's obviously a gutless coward if he feels the need to phone in his threats. But still. It's not rational, but I'm worried. It's probably being over-dramatic.

But still, I'm worried.

Terrified/Excited - Same thing, really ...

Today, I re-enrolled in uni.

I'm terrified and excited, all at once.

It was either really smart, or really dumb.

I'll let you know ...

Tonsillectomy Journal ...

Dude. I'm so bored!

I've been off work for the last two weeks. Why? Because I finally, finalllllly got my tonsils out.

So, (because I'm sooooo bored) here's my Tonsillectomy Journey! I got the idea from My Big Fat Tonsillectomy.

Wednesday 15th July: I'm up at 5 a.m. to eat a "light breakfast". Unfortunately, I didn't sleep well the night before, so I'm not feeling like food. I do make the most of being up early though, having lots of water to drink. I don't bother going back to bed, instead I pack my bag, and get myself organised.
My hospital paperwork told me to be at Hotel de Bendigo Hospital at 11 a.m. So, on time I report to Surgical Admissions, which just happens to be right next to the cafeteria. Do you have any idea how freaking hard it is to watch people constantly streaming past eating when you're hungry? It was not easy. At 12:30 my name was called, and I got up and signed two pieces of paper. I was then told to sit back down and wait. At 2 p.m. my name was called again, and I had a quick pre-op check up. Then I sat down to wait (and watch people walk past EATING and DRINKING) ... again. At 3:30, I was finally called back to the surgical pre-op waiting room, where, yep, you guessed it ... I waited. At 5:30, when I was the last person left in the waiting room, and I was starting to get really pissed off, a nurse wandered in and asked if anyone wanted to head into surgery? They found me a lovely bed, and a nice white blanket. Unfortunately, since I hadn't had anything to drink for almost 12 hours I was a bit dehydrated, which made getting a IV cannula in nearly impossible. The end result? Me bawling my eyes out as they finally got it in, FIFTH time lucky!
To be honest, I don't remember much after that. Vague memories of someone putting a mask on my face, and people talking and then ... The next thing I knew, I'm waking up in recovery, feeling like someone has ripped out half my throat. My nurse, a lovely man by the name of Dale, was very generous with the pethadine, and after 15 minutes in recovery, I was awake enough to head back to a normal ward.
The most pleasing thing for me, after such a long, exhausting day? That I'd made it back to my bed, and my tv, in time for STATE OF ORIGIN! I was a bit out of it for the first half, and I don't remember much of it (except the nurse coming to check on me every 15 minutes, interrupting my State of Origin time!). The pethidine (and the anesthetic) wore off about half an hour after the end of the game, when I totally crashed for an hour.
I woke up to the elderly Italian lady in the bed diagonally across to me (I was in a 4-bed room) yelling at the nurses. Most of it was in Italian, but she kept saying "Money! Money! Blah-blah Son! Money! Son!" They tried for quite some time to get her into bed and settled (since it was after midnight at this point), instead they had to settle for sitting in her a chair next to her bed while they did their obs rounds.

Thursday 16th July: To start Thursday, for the first four hours of the day, I listened to my ipod and crunched on ice, watching the Italian lady as she became increasingly dramatic and loud. I felt sorry for her and the nurses. She was obviously frustrated and confused, and the nurses were frustrated because they had no idea how to help her.
At 6 a.m., Italian lady began packing her bags. She was ready to go home! I too was fed up with the whole hospital thing, but I wasn't quite so eager. At 7 a.m., she moved herself and her bags into the hallway, and stood guard, ready to be released, I guess. The nurses then had to try to get her back into bed, or in the room, to eat some breakfast since discharges don't usually happen until 9 - 10 a.m.
At 9:30, after getting some good shit for my pain, along with my discharge instructions, I finally got sprung from Hotel de Bendigo Hospital. When I left, Italian lady was still standing guard in the hallway, with her bags lined up next to her.
After leaving the hospital, I went home to my mum and dads, which is an hour and a half from Bendigo. I was exhausted, having only managed an hours sleep during my stay at Hotel de Bendigo Hospital. As soon as we got home, I went to bed and slept for a few hours, waking to pain that was so bad I started crying, and I didn't stop crying until the pain meds that I rushed to take, finally kicked in. Then I went back to bed.

Friday 17th July - Friday 24th July: After another crappy nights sleep, and waking in considerable pain, I took my pain meds and went back to bed. This became the routine for the next several days. The pain, which hadn't been too bad, got progressively worse over the next week. Monday I came home to Bendigo. On Tuesday, I ended up going back to the doctor to get stronger pain relief. The painkillers would work for two - three hours, then I would (I can't believe I'm going to admit this ...) literally just cry to myself until I could take my next dose. Sleeping was limited to a couple of hours at a time, and most nights I only slept for two hours total. Eating also became progressively harder to do, even though I had no trouble for the first couple of days. Swallowing water was even hard and painful, and I ended up trying to dissolve most of the tablets I was taking, because swallowing whole tablets was damn near impossible. I have maybe two good hours a day, usually at night after I've taken my painkillers. In those two hours I try to eat, and maybe sit on the couch and watch some tv for a while. Then, the pain comes back and we start all over again ...

Saturday 25th July - Wednesday 29th July: Mostly, I'm still not eating much or sleeping much, but slowly the pain starts to improve. I'm still eating only baby food and drinking only a little water each day, but I can see slight improvment in my pain levels. On Wednesday, I see the doctor again, and get a medical certificate for another week off work.

Thursday 30th July - Sunday 2nd August: I switch painkillers, from Endone (Oxycodone? or something - good shit though!) and Panadiene Forte and Voltarin to just Panadiene Forte and Voltarin. On Saturday, I have my first "real" meal in two weeks - spaghetti on nice, soft toast. I have my first coke in a couple of weeks as well (taken in very small, very slow sips). I can finally see that things are improving.

Monday 3rd August - Wednesday 5th: Before the surgery, my doctor told me "Once you start to see an improvement, you'll come along in leaps and bounds". And this turns out to be true. I get a good 5 hours sleep each night, and I'm finally eating normal meals again. I'm still not eating a lot, and the pain continues at night, but overall the improvement is huge. I can't believe how good I feel!

Thursday 6th August: Three weeks and one day after the operation, I go back to work. Everyone welcomes me back, and I have a great day. I get home exhausted though, but glad that things are normal again :-)


Edit: And now, here we are. Three weeks and ... four (?) days out from the surgery. I've only just finished this journal, even though I started it over a week ago. I'm still having pain at night, especially ear pain, but generally I'm doing ok. I have a check up with my ENT doctor next week, which will be good. I wouldn't recommend an adult tonsillectomy though, unless you really need it done. The pain was something that I'd never like to experience again, and to be honest, most of the first two weeks I don't remember a lot of because I was in so much pain. I don't think there's any way to prepare for that level of hurt. Overall though, now that I'm finally starting to feel better, I think that it was worth it. Easy to say after it's all over, I guess :-)

I Believe...
That just because two people argue,
it doesn't mean they don't love each other.

And just because they don't argue,
it doesn't mean they do love each other.

I Believe...
That we don't have to change friends if we understand that friends change.

I Believe...
That no matter how good a friend is, they're going to hurt
you every once in a while and you must forgive them for that.

I Believe...
That true friendship continues to grow, even over the longest distance.
Same goes for true love.

I Believe...
That you can do something in an instant that will give you heartache for life.

I Believe...
That it's taking me a long time
to become the person I want to be.

I Believe...
That you should always leave loved ones with loving words. It may be the last time you see them.

I Believe...
That you can keep going long after you think you can't.

I Believe...
That we are responsible for what
we do, no matter how we feel.

I Believe...
That either you control your attitude or it controls you.

I Believe...
That my best friend and I, can do anything, or nothing and have the best time.

I Believe...
That sometimes the people you expect to kick you when you're down, will be the ones to help you get back up.

I Believe...
That sometimes when I'm angry I have the right to be angry,
but that doesn't give me the right to be cruel.

I Believe...
That maturity has more to do with what types of experiences you've had
and what you've learned from them and less to do with how many birthdays you've celebrated.

I Believe...
That it isn't always enough, to be forgiven by others.
sometimes, you have to learn to forgive yourself.

I Believe...
That no matter how bad your heart is broken the world doesn't stop for your grief.

I Believe...
That our background and circumstances may have influenced who we are,
but, we are responsible for who we become.

I Believe...
Two people can look at the exact same thing and see something totally different.

I Believe...
That your life can be changed in a matter of hours by people who don't even know you.

I Believe...
That even when you think you have no more to give, when a friend cries out to you - you will find the strength to help.
 
I Believe...
That the people you care about most in life are taken from you too soon.

If I had my time over ...

'If I had my life over'

By Belinda Emmett

(written after she found out she was dying from cancer)

I would have gone to bed when I was sick instead of pretending the Earth would go into a holding pattern if I weren't there for a day....

I would have burned the pink candle sculpted into a rose before it melted in storage...

I would have talked less and listened more...

I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained or the sofa faded...

I would have eaten popcorn in the 'good' living room and worried much less about the dirt when someone wanted to light a fire in the fireplace...

I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about his youth.....

I would have shared more of the responsibility carried by my husband...

I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a summer day because my hair had just been teased and sprayed...

I would have sat on the lawn with my grass stains...

I would have cried and laughed less while watching television and more while watching life....

I would never have bought anything just because it was practical, wouldn't show soil or was guaranteed to last a lifetime...

 

 

 

 

 

 

Beautiful Women's Month

 

Age 3 She looks at herself and sees a Queen

 

Age 8 She looks at herself and sees Cinderella

 

Age 15 She looks at herself and sees an Ugly Sister ('Mum, I can't go to school looking like this!')

 

Age 20 She looks at herself and sees 'too fat / too thin / too short / too tall / too straight / too curly' - but decides she's going out anyway

 

Age 30 She looks at herself and sees 'too fat / too thin / too short / too tall / too straight / too curly' - but decides she doesn't have time to fix it, so she's going out anyway

 

Age 40 She looks at herself and sees 'clean' and goes out anyway

 

Age 50 She looks at herself and sees 'I am' and goes wherever she wants to

 

Age 60 She looks at herself and reminds herself of all the people who can't even see themselves in the mirror anymore - goes out and conquers the world

 

Age 70 She looks at herself and sees wisdom, laughter and ability and goes out to enjoy life

 

Age 80 Doesn't even bother to look - just puts on a purple hat and goes out to have fun with the world

 

 

Maybe we should put on that purple hat earlier...

 

Still alive and kicking.

Yeah, I'm still hanging around.

On Wednesday 15th July, I finally got my tonsils out. It's taken
longer to recover than I thought. Two weeks out from the op, and I was
meant to be returning to work today. Instead, I have another week off.
Go the sick leave!

Slowly, I am getting back to eating normal food, and sleeping
normally. It's been tough, though!

Anyway, just thought I'd check in ... Sometime soon I will do a real post :-)

Take care, guys!

The Countdown is on ...

Not Guilty.

His nightmare may be over, but he still has a life sentence.

Thoughts and prayers are with all who were affected by the accident.

What an awful situation for everyone involved.

My very own inflatable hand!

So, I'm home sick from work today. Cold, tonsillitis, and ear infection. Go me! I know how to do sick excellently :-)

Have been up to a bit here ... Last Saturday night I went to a mates engagement party, which was a great night. Big bonfire, great food and the rain actually stayed away for the night.

On Wednesday, I turned 26. For my birthday, I got myself a ticket to STATE OF ORIGIN! Game One, 2009, Melbourne! I went down to Melbourne on Wednesday afternoon with a couple of friends, and had an AWESOME night. 51 000 screaming fans + a great game = best birthday ever! It was a freaking long day, considering that I was up at 5 a.m. on Wednesday morning, and we didn't get home from Origin until 1 a.m., but it was totally worth it. Those people who said that Melbourne doesn't deserve a State of Origin game? They clearly weren't there on Wednesday night. The atmosphere? It was unbelievable! I think the crowd might have been slightly more towards QLD, but us NSW people just screamed louder to pretend we had more fans :-) I came home with a giant blue inflatable hand (something I've ALWAYS wanted!) and a NSW scarf, which was handy because it was freaking freezing walking back to the station and on the train.

Other than that, I haven't been up to much. We've had a lot of rain over the last week and a half, which is good because we need it, - we're still in a drought - but it means that we're not going out heaps because it's so cold and miserable :-) Ahh well.

Not much other goss. Work is going ok. One of the girls there is turning into a mondo-gigantic-huge-awful-uber bitch, and is getting to everyone, but what can you do? So far I've just ignored her, hoping that she'll get hers, but it's getting harder and harder to do. Hopefully karma gets her soon :-)

Anyway, I'm sure that there's some trashy tv I can watch, so I should get going ... Take care, folks :-)

Peace out.

Psst ... I'm here.

The woman on the tv is telling me that she's all alone and that I should ring her now ...

This won't be a long entry, since it's getting a bit late and I'm kinda tired. But there is something I wanted to blog about.

Crystal, from McKnob.com (which used to be Boobs, Injuries and Dr Pepper), is currently dealing with a little "issue". It all began here and it's turned into this.
Currently, there are 153 comments in response to that post, which is amazing. If you've got time, head over there, say hi to Crystal, read the comments that have been left so far, and maybe leave your own thoughts on the subject.

Quick wrap up from around here ...
Has last week off work. Went to the allergist in Melbourne. The $450 I paid for the course of injections to get rid of my hayfever forever and ever, amen?
Yeah, it was a waste of money. They didn't work.
So, now I'm on a spray, and I start a new course of needles in a couple of weeks. Hopefully that will change something.
We finally decided a couple of weeks ago to get a new bunny (RIP Buck-man. Miss you, buddy...), and I got a baby lop-eared dwarf (female). Then Christine decided she wanted one, so now we have two. They're still living inside at the moment. We'll have to sort something out soon so they can go in the big cage outside.
Work is good. Busy. I'm really pissed off with one person there, but I'm thinking I'll just never do anything for her ever again ... Basically, I'm going to passively-aggressively torture the bitch.
Next Wednesday, I turn 26. Holy crap, TWENTY SIX. Next Wednesday is also Game One of Origin 2009 ...

GUESS WHO HAS TICKETS?!

I'M GOING TO ORIGIN, IN MELBOURNE, ON MY FREAKING BIRTHDAY, PEOPLE.

To borrow an expression (actually, two) from Crystal, I'm so excited I could shit/it makes me happy in my pants.

Six sleeps til Origin. I've been singin' that song all day.

Uh, anyway, this is all disjointed because I'm so friggin exhausted, so I think I'll give up and go to sleep now. Maybe tomorrow when I'm a little more coherent, I'll actually do a proper update ....

Night, folks.

Things ...

Things here are okay.

I'm still missing Buckley, my crazy little bunny-buddy.

Last week I brought a Wii. It's more fun that I thought it could be.

The car thieves who stole Gibbsy struck again. On Saturday night, they stole another car a few streets away. The Police are pretty sure it's the same two scumbag dumbfuck car thieves who can't drive, because it was stolen the same way mine was, then crashed and dumped.

Work has been crazy busy.

Tonight I'm crying for my dad, who's had an incredibly tough day. Sometimes all you need is hope, and today, hope was taken away from him.

That's about it from here.