Thanks to GuitarGirlRN for putting this pic up on her blog so I could fall in love with it ... And blatantly steal it. How friggin gorgeous is it, seriously!Saturday, June 28, 2008
Hareball ... Get it?!
Thanks to GuitarGirlRN for putting this pic up on her blog so I could fall in love with it ... And blatantly steal it. How friggin gorgeous is it, seriously!
Thursday, June 26, 2008
***
20sb link list has been updated. I don't think I've forgotten anyone ...
You hang in there sunshine, you're friggin special.
You hang in there sunshine, you're friggin special.
Damn reality. Interfering again.
Sometimes you think that you've got a handle on a situation. You're in control of things. You're calm, rational, feelin' just fine. Everything's ok.
And then something happens, reality smacks you in the face, you get knocked on your arse, and you realise that maybe, just maybe, you're not handling things as well as you think.
I hate when that happens.
I don't regret ringing DHS on my own brother. I don't care that I may have dumped him in some massive s-h-i-t. I know that I did the right thing. Yes, he's family, he's my blood, but so what? My nephew is family, and he can't take care of himself. He doesn't have anyone to look out for him. His parents should be doing that. They're not.
I know that I did the right thing. I have no guilt, no regrets.
So, why can't I sleep? Why am I literally throwing myself into my work? Why have I cleaned my whole house 4 times in the last week?
It wasn't until today, when a friend pointed out what I was doing that I realised exactly what I was doing. What I always do when I'm stressed. Avoid, avoid, avoid.
Damn reality.
And then something happens, reality smacks you in the face, you get knocked on your arse, and you realise that maybe, just maybe, you're not handling things as well as you think.
I hate when that happens.
I don't regret ringing DHS on my own brother. I don't care that I may have dumped him in some massive s-h-i-t. I know that I did the right thing. Yes, he's family, he's my blood, but so what? My nephew is family, and he can't take care of himself. He doesn't have anyone to look out for him. His parents should be doing that. They're not.
I know that I did the right thing. I have no guilt, no regrets.
So, why can't I sleep? Why am I literally throwing myself into my work? Why have I cleaned my whole house 4 times in the last week?
It wasn't until today, when a friend pointed out what I was doing that I realised exactly what I was doing. What I always do when I'm stressed. Avoid, avoid, avoid.
Damn reality.
Happy Birthday, Bug Eyes.
First, you were this small and this cute:
Then you did this at me, and henceforth you were known as Bug Eyes:
Now you've grown into a gorgeous little smart cookie ... But you're still my little Bug Eyes.
Happy 3rd Birthday, Amber Lee. I love you more than you'll ever know.
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
From Work ...
M: T, I gotta go do some stuff at the bank.
T: Sure. You want me to be your getaway driver?
M: Yeah, mate. Just like we planned. Then we'll go on that holiday we talked about.
T: Sure. You want me to be your getaway driver?
M: Yeah, mate. Just like we planned. Then we'll go on that holiday we talked about.
Sunday, June 22, 2008
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
First link from 20something bloggers.
So, I'm finding some awesome blogs through 20something bloggers, and, being sick, there's not much else to do but sit on the computer (ahem ... when i'm not sleeping, or watching trashy tv, that is). Sometime soon - next week, or maybe next August - I'll organise a link list on the sidebar and chuck in all the cool new blogs I've found. But, until then, I'm just gonna post them in entries as I find them.
To start off, a big shout out to Nick, who's blog I have just been reading. It's pretty damn cool.
You hang in there sunshine, you're friggin' special.
To start off, a big shout out to Nick, who's blog I have just been reading. It's pretty damn cool.
You hang in there sunshine, you're friggin' special.
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!'
Funny email Fwd :-)
6 TRUTHS OF LIFE
1. You cannot touch all your teeth with your tongue.
2. All idiots, after reading the first 'truth', will try it.
3. The first truth is a lie.
4. You are smiling now because you're an idiot.
5. You will soon forward this to another idiot.
6. There is still a stupid smile on your face.
I don't care if you lick windows, take the special bus,or occasionally pee on yourself...
You hang in there sunshine, you're friggin' special.
1. You cannot touch all your teeth with your tongue.
2. All idiots, after reading the first 'truth', will try it.
3. The first truth is a lie.
4. You are smiling now because you're an idiot.
5. You will soon forward this to another idiot.
6. There is still a stupid smile on your face.
I don't care if you lick windows, take the special bus,or occasionally pee on yourself...
You hang in there sunshine, you're friggin' special.
This is why women should not take men shopping against their will.
After Mr. and Mrs. Fenton retired, Mrs. Fenton insisted her husband accompany her on her trips to K -Mart. Unfortunately, Mr. Fenton was like most men--he found shopping boring and preferred to get in and get out. Equally unfortunately, Mrs. Fenton was like most women--she loved to browse.
One day Mrs. Fenton received the following letter from her local K -Mart.
Dear Mrs. Fenton,
Over the past six months, your husband has been causing quite a commotion in our store. We cannot tolerate this behavior and may be forced to ban both of you from the store. Our complaints against Mr. Fenton are listed below and are documented by our video surveillance cameras.
1. June 15: Took 24 boxes of condoms and randomly put them in people's carts when they weren't looking.
2. July 2: Set all the alarm clocks in Housewares to go off at 5-minute intervals.
3. July 7: Made a trail of tomato juice on the floor leading to the women's restroom.
4. July 19: Walked up to an employee and told her in an official voice, 'Code 3 in Housewares. Get on it right away.'
5. August 4: Went to the Service Desk and tried to put a bag of M&M's on lay -b y.
6. September 14: Moved a 'CAUTION - WET FLOOR' sign to a carpeted area.
7. September 15: Set up a tent in the camping department and told other shoppers he'd invite them in if they would bring pillows and blankets from the bedding department.
8. September 23: When a clerk asked if they could help him he began crying and screamed, 'Why can't you people just leave me alone?'
9. October 4: Looked right into the security camera and used it as a mirror while he picked his nose.
10. November 10: While handling guns in the hunting department, he asked the clerk where the antidepressants were.
11. December 3: Darted around the store suspiciously while loudly humming the ' Mission Impossible' theme.
12. December 6: In the auto department, he practiced his 'Madonna look' by using different sizes of funnels.
13. December 18: Hid in a clothing rack and when people browsed through, yelled 'PICK ME! PICK ME!'
14. December 21: When an announcement came over the loud speaker, he assumed a fetal position and screamed 'OH NO! IT'S THOSE VOICES AGAIN!' And last, but not least ..
15. December 23: Went into a fitting room, shut the door, waited awhile, then yelled very loudly, 'Hey! There's no toilet paper in here!'
Regards, K -Mart.
One day Mrs. Fenton received the following letter from her local K -Mart.
Dear Mrs. Fenton,
Over the past six months, your husband has been causing quite a commotion in our store. We cannot tolerate this behavior and may be forced to ban both of you from the store. Our complaints against Mr. Fenton are listed below and are documented by our video surveillance cameras.
1. June 15: Took 24 boxes of condoms and randomly put them in people's carts when they weren't looking.
2. July 2: Set all the alarm clocks in Housewares to go off at 5-minute intervals.
3. July 7: Made a trail of tomato juice on the floor leading to the women's restroom.
4. July 19: Walked up to an employee and told her in an official voice, 'Code 3 in Housewares. Get on it right away.'
5. August 4: Went to the Service Desk and tried to put a bag of M&M's on lay -b y.
6. September 14: Moved a 'CAUTION - WET FLOOR' sign to a carpeted area.
7. September 15: Set up a tent in the camping department and told other shoppers he'd invite them in if they would bring pillows and blankets from the bedding department.
8. September 23: When a clerk asked if they could help him he began crying and screamed, 'Why can't you people just leave me alone?'
9. October 4: Looked right into the security camera and used it as a mirror while he picked his nose.
10. November 10: While handling guns in the hunting department, he asked the clerk where the antidepressants were.
11. December 3: Darted around the store suspiciously while loudly humming the ' Mission Impossible' theme.
12. December 6: In the auto department, he practiced his 'Madonna look' by using different sizes of funnels.
13. December 18: Hid in a clothing rack and when people browsed through, yelled 'PICK ME! PICK ME!'
14. December 21: When an announcement came over the loud speaker, he assumed a fetal position and screamed 'OH NO! IT'S THOSE VOICES AGAIN!' And last, but not least ..
15. December 23: Went into a fitting room, shut the door, waited awhile, then yelled very loudly, 'Hey! There's no toilet paper in here!'
Regards, K -Mart.
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Finally ...
I think i've finally come to the point in my life where
I am happy with myself and know that
I dont have to change or
be a certain way for people to like me anymore.
I am just fine and if someone doesnt think i am ...
screw them.
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?
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
I'm going on a holiday ... !
Well, no I'm not. But, I won't be around for a couple of days.
Fearless Fourteen, the newest Stephanie Plum novel, by Janet Evanovich is FINALLY out!
Picked up my copy after work today, and I'll be buried in the book for a while :-)
While I'm gone, check out the following websites if you want some cool/funny reading:
http://www.project183.com/. A young guy who has 183 random goals he wants to achieve before he turns 30. It's pretty cool.
I've also been spending a lot of time http://www.419eater.com/ which is a scambaiting website. (This next bit taken directly from the website since I dont know how to explain scambaiting!)So what is scambaiting? Well, put simply, you enter into a dialogue with scammers, simply to waste their time and resources. Whilst you are doing this, you will be helping to keep the scammers away from real potential victims and screwing around with the minds of deserving thieves.
419eater.com is oddly fascinating and entertaining. I spent hours on there the other night, reading emails. To be entertained, click on the *Letters archive* at the top, pick a scam and prepare to laugh at how stupid some people are.
http://www.postsecret.blogspot.com/ is always worth a look.
http://goodquotes.com/
And, as always, if you want some funny stories, mixed with some awesome writing, head on over to Kristie at http://www.notquitewhatihadplanned.blogspot.com/
Fearless Fourteen, the newest Stephanie Plum novel, by Janet Evanovich is FINALLY out!
Picked up my copy after work today, and I'll be buried in the book for a while :-)
While I'm gone, check out the following websites if you want some cool/funny reading:
http://www.project183.com/. A young guy who has 183 random goals he wants to achieve before he turns 30. It's pretty cool.
I've also been spending a lot of time http://www.419eater.com/ which is a scambaiting website. (This next bit taken directly from the website since I dont know how to explain scambaiting!)So what is scambaiting? Well, put simply, you enter into a dialogue with scammers, simply to waste their time and resources. Whilst you are doing this, you will be helping to keep the scammers away from real potential victims and screwing around with the minds of deserving thieves.
419eater.com is oddly fascinating and entertaining. I spent hours on there the other night, reading emails. To be entertained, click on the *Letters archive* at the top, pick a scam and prepare to laugh at how stupid some people are.
http://www.postsecret.blogspot.com/ is always worth a look.
http://goodquotes.com/
And, as always, if you want some funny stories, mixed with some awesome writing, head on over to Kristie at http://www.notquitewhatihadplanned.blogspot.com/
This story has been all over the news since it broke yesterday.
It's the saddest thing I've seen recently.
The twins weighed about 4 kilos each when they died. They were eighteen months old.
My six month old niece weighs NINE kilos.
Reports this morning are saying the children died up to nine days ago, and that the QLD Department of Childrens Services knew about the family. Which means that someone, somewhere was worried enough to ring and voice a concern.
How did this happen? Why didn't someone realise what was going on? What is wrong with the parents? Why didn't someone help them? Why didn't the 'someone' who rang Childrens Services fight harder to be heard?
It's just so sad.
It's the saddest thing I've seen recently.
The twins weighed about 4 kilos each when they died. They were eighteen months old.
My six month old niece weighs NINE kilos.
Reports this morning are saying the children died up to nine days ago, and that the QLD Department of Childrens Services knew about the family. Which means that someone, somewhere was worried enough to ring and voice a concern.
How did this happen? Why didn't someone realise what was going on? What is wrong with the parents? Why didn't someone help them? Why didn't the 'someone' who rang Childrens Services fight harder to be heard?
It's just so sad.
I love my new job!
I LOVE working in a place that has BEER in the tea-room fridge, "Just in case anyone ever feels like one" (Said to me by the Big Boss on my first day).
Hahahaha!!!!!!!!!!!!
Most places just have milk!
More later ...
Hahahaha!!!!!!!!!!!!
Most places just have milk!
More later ...
Monday, June 16, 2008
Here we go again ...
Last year, this happened.
Won't go into any more detail ... Suffice to say, it was one of the hardest things we've gone through as a family.
Since then, my brother and his girlfriend have broken up, got back together, moved back in together (regardless of the Protection Order DHS took out for Jordyn stating that Darren wasn't allowed to live with Jordyn). I've now lost all respect I had for my brothers girlfriend. She put Jordyn back in a shitty situation, and why? So she could be with Darren.
There's been a few incidents that have left niggling doubts in my mind about whether Darren should be around Jordyn. Jordyn broke his collarbone. Darren claimed it was because he'd thrown himself on the ground during a temper tantrum. There were some bruises on Jordyn in some photos they sent mum. Just normal kid stuff?
Anyway. Last week, when I was home at mum and dads, my brother rang. At 3 a.m. Drunk. He'd just kicked in a door and smashed a window.
Yeah. That's the kind of environment you want a three year old kid in.
Friday, when I got back to Bendigo. What was the very first thing I did?
Went online, looking for the number of FACS (Family and Childrens Services, as DHS is called in the NT). Once I'd found the number, I rang.
I rang knowing that this would probably tear my family apart again.
I rang knowing that Darren would think I was only doing this to hurt him.
I rang knowing that I'd just dumped my brother in so much deep shit that it was likely that not only would he lose Jordyn, but Lorri would probably lose Jordyn as well.
I rang knowing that the details that I'd given would soon give me away. It won't take them long to realise who has dobbed them in.
But when it comes down to it? I don't really care.
I know my family will get through this. We're strong. My mum can do anything, can hold it together through everything. We'll do what has to be done.
I know that it will be my fault. But I can live with that.
Because, really? All I care about is Jordyn. I want that kid to be happy. I want him to be allowed to play. I want him to be allowed to be a little bit naughty sometimes. All kids are. He should be able to laugh and do something he knows he's not meant to do, without being scared that dad will beat him for it. I want him to grow up in a home that doesn't have a drunk father. I want him to grow up in a house where the number one priority is JORDYN.
Anyway. I guess only time will tell what happens.
Won't go into any more detail ... Suffice to say, it was one of the hardest things we've gone through as a family.
Since then, my brother and his girlfriend have broken up, got back together, moved back in together (regardless of the Protection Order DHS took out for Jordyn stating that Darren wasn't allowed to live with Jordyn). I've now lost all respect I had for my brothers girlfriend. She put Jordyn back in a shitty situation, and why? So she could be with Darren.
There's been a few incidents that have left niggling doubts in my mind about whether Darren should be around Jordyn. Jordyn broke his collarbone. Darren claimed it was because he'd thrown himself on the ground during a temper tantrum. There were some bruises on Jordyn in some photos they sent mum. Just normal kid stuff?
Anyway. Last week, when I was home at mum and dads, my brother rang. At 3 a.m. Drunk. He'd just kicked in a door and smashed a window.
Yeah. That's the kind of environment you want a three year old kid in.
Friday, when I got back to Bendigo. What was the very first thing I did?
Went online, looking for the number of FACS (Family and Childrens Services, as DHS is called in the NT). Once I'd found the number, I rang.
I rang knowing that this would probably tear my family apart again.
I rang knowing that Darren would think I was only doing this to hurt him.
I rang knowing that I'd just dumped my brother in so much deep shit that it was likely that not only would he lose Jordyn, but Lorri would probably lose Jordyn as well.
I rang knowing that the details that I'd given would soon give me away. It won't take them long to realise who has dobbed them in.
But when it comes down to it? I don't really care.
I know my family will get through this. We're strong. My mum can do anything, can hold it together through everything. We'll do what has to be done.
I know that it will be my fault. But I can live with that.
Because, really? All I care about is Jordyn. I want that kid to be happy. I want him to be allowed to play. I want him to be allowed to be a little bit naughty sometimes. All kids are. He should be able to laugh and do something he knows he's not meant to do, without being scared that dad will beat him for it. I want him to grow up in a home that doesn't have a drunk father. I want him to grow up in a house where the number one priority is JORDYN.
Anyway. I guess only time will tell what happens.
Sunday, June 15, 2008
One Tin Soldier - by Lambert-Potter
Go ahead and hate your neighbor,
Go ahead and cheat a friend.
Do it in the name of Heaven,
You can justify it in the end.
There won't be any trumpets blowing
Come the judgement day,
On the bloody morning after....
One tin soldier rides away.
Go ahead and cheat a friend.
Do it in the name of Heaven,
You can justify it in the end.
There won't be any trumpets blowing
Come the judgement day,
On the bloody morning after....
One tin soldier rides away.
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?!
Friday, June 13, 2008
Boy, do I love my nieces ...
So, I went to visit my mum and dad yesterday. My sister, her boyfriend and my nieces were also at mum and dads, visiting. This is how my night went last night ...
11:45 p.m. Hit the sack. I'm sleeping in the spare room with my nieces. Bug Eyes is on the futon with me, and Baby Smurf is on the floor on a kids fold-out couch. Spend a few minutes trying to move Bug Eyes to one side of the futon so I can squeeze on there somewhere. She may be small, but the kid has got arms and legs everywhere.
12:15 a.m. Still awake as Bug Eyes has limbs everywhere, and hits me with a knee or an elbow approximately every 45 seconds. Finally manage to drift off sometime after 12:45 a.m.
1:30 a.m. Wake to the sound of Baby Smurf talking to herself. She's not upset or anything ... Just talkin Smurfese.
2:15 a.m. Still awake. So, incidentally, is Baby Smurf, who continues to have a great old conversation with herself. Have now got a headache the size of the Grand Canyon.
2:50 a.m. Baby Smurf is now thumping her legs on the ground. I'm guessing by the sound that she's motored herself off the little kiddy couch and is on the floor, kicking away. I get up to investigate, and nearly stand on her. She has not only moved herself off the couch, she's gotten all the way to the door.
3:00 a.m. The house phone rings. I put Baby Smurf back on her couch, and run out to the loungeroom, thinking that a middle of the night phonecall can't be a good thing. Dad answers, and who ever was on the other end hangs up. He decides to go outside for a smoke, and hands the phone to me.
3:05 a.m. Phone rings again. Answer it to hear my drunk brother saying "I lost my temper and kicked in a door and smashed a window". Hand the phone to mum.
3:20 a.m. Mum, dad, my sister, my sisters boyfriend and I are now all sitting in the lounge. Baby Smurf is still in the spare room, yapping merrily away to herself. Try to figure out what to do with fuckwit brother, who obviously needs some kind of help. What the hell is wrong with him??
3:40 a.m. Mum, dad and sisters boyfriend all head back to bed. Amanda and I get Baby Smurf up and bring her into the lounge room, where she starts to giggle at the fact that she's now got an audience. I tell Amanda to go back to bed, I'll feed the Smurf and put her into bed.
4:00 a.m. Baby Smurf drinks half her bottle, then starts giggling and talking again. Which is friggin cute ... But not at 4 a.m., when all I want to do is sleeeeeep.
4:30 a.m. Baby Smurf is obviously not going back to sleep anytime soon, as evidenced by her talking and her bright eyes. So I put on The Golden Girls, and set her on the floor to kick until her heart is content.
5:00 a.m. I try giving the Smurf the rest of her bottle, hoping that maybe that will make her sleepy. She drinks about half, then settles on my chest while I watch The Golden Girls. If I can just stay here, nice and quiet, she might maybe fall asleep ...
5:25 a.m. Make the mistake of trying to put Baby Smurf into bed. Her eyes immediately fly open and she gets very outraged, and spends the next 15 minutes telling me (loudly) of her disgust in me.
5:50 a.m. We're settled onto the couch again. Baby Smurf is talking quietly to herself, and I'm fighting to keep my eyes open. Finally, finally, she falls asleep, and I spend 15 minutes trying not to move a muscle to make sure she stays asleep.
6:30 a.m. At last! The Smurf goes back to bed. I go to the loungeroom, intending to sleep on the couch. I don't think I even lasted 5 minutes before I was out like a light.
7:05 a.m. Bug Eyes is up! And she can't understand why Aunty Snappz doesn't want to get up and play ...
11:45 p.m. Hit the sack. I'm sleeping in the spare room with my nieces. Bug Eyes is on the futon with me, and Baby Smurf is on the floor on a kids fold-out couch. Spend a few minutes trying to move Bug Eyes to one side of the futon so I can squeeze on there somewhere. She may be small, but the kid has got arms and legs everywhere.
12:15 a.m. Still awake as Bug Eyes has limbs everywhere, and hits me with a knee or an elbow approximately every 45 seconds. Finally manage to drift off sometime after 12:45 a.m.
1:30 a.m. Wake to the sound of Baby Smurf talking to herself. She's not upset or anything ... Just talkin Smurfese.
2:15 a.m. Still awake. So, incidentally, is Baby Smurf, who continues to have a great old conversation with herself. Have now got a headache the size of the Grand Canyon.
2:50 a.m. Baby Smurf is now thumping her legs on the ground. I'm guessing by the sound that she's motored herself off the little kiddy couch and is on the floor, kicking away. I get up to investigate, and nearly stand on her. She has not only moved herself off the couch, she's gotten all the way to the door.
3:00 a.m. The house phone rings. I put Baby Smurf back on her couch, and run out to the loungeroom, thinking that a middle of the night phonecall can't be a good thing. Dad answers, and who ever was on the other end hangs up. He decides to go outside for a smoke, and hands the phone to me.
3:05 a.m. Phone rings again. Answer it to hear my drunk brother saying "I lost my temper and kicked in a door and smashed a window". Hand the phone to mum.
3:20 a.m. Mum, dad, my sister, my sisters boyfriend and I are now all sitting in the lounge. Baby Smurf is still in the spare room, yapping merrily away to herself. Try to figure out what to do with fuckwit brother, who obviously needs some kind of help. What the hell is wrong with him??
3:40 a.m. Mum, dad and sisters boyfriend all head back to bed. Amanda and I get Baby Smurf up and bring her into the lounge room, where she starts to giggle at the fact that she's now got an audience. I tell Amanda to go back to bed, I'll feed the Smurf and put her into bed.
4:00 a.m. Baby Smurf drinks half her bottle, then starts giggling and talking again. Which is friggin cute ... But not at 4 a.m., when all I want to do is sleeeeeep.
4:30 a.m. Baby Smurf is obviously not going back to sleep anytime soon, as evidenced by her talking and her bright eyes. So I put on The Golden Girls, and set her on the floor to kick until her heart is content.
5:00 a.m. I try giving the Smurf the rest of her bottle, hoping that maybe that will make her sleepy. She drinks about half, then settles on my chest while I watch The Golden Girls. If I can just stay here, nice and quiet, she might maybe fall asleep ...
5:25 a.m. Make the mistake of trying to put Baby Smurf into bed. Her eyes immediately fly open and she gets very outraged, and spends the next 15 minutes telling me (loudly) of her disgust in me.
5:50 a.m. We're settled onto the couch again. Baby Smurf is talking quietly to herself, and I'm fighting to keep my eyes open. Finally, finally, she falls asleep, and I spend 15 minutes trying not to move a muscle to make sure she stays asleep.
6:30 a.m. At last! The Smurf goes back to bed. I go to the loungeroom, intending to sleep on the couch. I don't think I even lasted 5 minutes before I was out like a light.
7:05 a.m. Bug Eyes is up! And she can't understand why Aunty Snappz doesn't want to get up and play ...
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Baby Smurf
Some of the expressions in these photos are *Smurf-tastic*! The first one is my fave ... :-)
Bug Eyes + Buckley = True Love
As much as Amber loves Buckley, something tells me he might not feel the same ...
P.S. Yes, Buckley is fine. I was there supervising the entire time they were on the bed together.
Monk Quotes.
I love Adrian Monk. He is hilarious, and Monk is one of the best shows on television.
Here are some of my favourite Monk quotes ...
Natalie: You okay?
Monk: Girls' bathroom...
Natalie: What are you afraid of? (pokes Monk) Cooties?
Monk: Don't laugh. Jury's still out on cooties. If we could only get more federal funding...
Monk: How did he know about that alarm system? Julie, I was duped. It was all a con!
Julie: A leper-con.
Monk: What?
Julie: Was he magically delicious?
(Monk sees a frog)
Monk: Frog. Frog. Frog. Frog. Frog. Frog. Frog. Frog. Frog.
Natalie: Are you afraid of frogs?
Monk: I don't know; I've never been this close to one.
(a frog hops on Monk's shoe)
Monk: Yes, the answer is yes. Put frogs on the list. Where's the list?
Monk: Natalie, all your little rules, all your little laws... they don't apply down here, it's Nudey Town.
(Stottlemeyer examines the car damage)
Stottlemeyer: What the hell happened? It was only two miles.
Natalie: I took a short cut. I cut across the creek.
Stottlemeyer: There's no bridge across the creek.
Natalie: I know
Judge Taylor: Bail is set at $900,000.
(Monk whispers to his attorney)
Attorney: With the court's permission, could you make it an even million?
Stottlemeyer: Oh, my God!
Monk: (to attacking Nazis) All right, boys. Come on. You know violence--violence is not the answer. (sprays them with hot water)
Monk: (on the phone) Hello! Nazis here in the rec room. This is a Nazi alert!
Stottlemeyer: Nobody is trying to embarrass you, Commissioner, but I am going to rip that hairpiece off of your head. It is a critical piece of evidence.
Commissioner: You wouldn't dare.
Stottlemeyer: (to Monk) Are you sure?
Monk: One hundred percent.
(Stottlemeyer pulls the commissioner's hair.)
Ninety-three to ninety-four percent.
(Stottlemeyer tries again.)
Seventy-four percent..
Monk: Captain! Ladies and gentlemen, Leland Stottlemeyer, homicide! Show them your badge. Show it. Show it. Show it! I solved the case.
Monk: We're gonna need a big old paddy wagon. Do they still have paddy wagons?
Monk: (while covered in bees in a beekeeper suit, to a nearby policeman) Excuse me, is your gun loaded?
Policeman: Yeah.
Monk: Could you do me a favor? Just...kill me.
Sheriff: Why didn't you just stay in the car?
Monk: There's a bee in the car!
Monk: A pregnancy test.
Cora: Looks like she had a bun in the oven.
Monk: How do you know?
Cora: Those two little lines there. That means positive. See, you pee on this end.
Monk: (dropping the pregnancy test) Aaahhh! Wipe! Wipe! Wipe!
Monk: The truth is, I'm not so attracted to you.
Cora: Whatever.
Monk: The truth is, you sort of terrify me.
Cora: Hey! There's no such thing as a perfect marriage.
Here are some of my favourite Monk quotes ...
Natalie: You okay?
Monk: Girls' bathroom...
Natalie: What are you afraid of? (pokes Monk) Cooties?
Monk: Don't laugh. Jury's still out on cooties. If we could only get more federal funding...
Monk: How did he know about that alarm system? Julie, I was duped. It was all a con!
Julie: A leper-con.
Monk: What?
Julie: Was he magically delicious?
(Monk sees a frog)
Monk: Frog. Frog. Frog. Frog. Frog. Frog. Frog. Frog. Frog.
Natalie: Are you afraid of frogs?
Monk: I don't know; I've never been this close to one.
(a frog hops on Monk's shoe)
Monk: Yes, the answer is yes. Put frogs on the list. Where's the list?
Monk: Natalie, all your little rules, all your little laws... they don't apply down here, it's Nudey Town.
(Stottlemeyer examines the car damage)
Stottlemeyer: What the hell happened? It was only two miles.
Natalie: I took a short cut. I cut across the creek.
Stottlemeyer: There's no bridge across the creek.
Natalie: I know
Judge Taylor: Bail is set at $900,000.
(Monk whispers to his attorney)
Attorney: With the court's permission, could you make it an even million?
Stottlemeyer: Oh, my God!
Monk: (to attacking Nazis) All right, boys. Come on. You know violence--violence is not the answer. (sprays them with hot water)
Monk: (on the phone) Hello! Nazis here in the rec room. This is a Nazi alert!
Stottlemeyer: Nobody is trying to embarrass you, Commissioner, but I am going to rip that hairpiece off of your head. It is a critical piece of evidence.
Commissioner: You wouldn't dare.
Stottlemeyer: (to Monk) Are you sure?
Monk: One hundred percent.
(Stottlemeyer pulls the commissioner's hair.)
Ninety-three to ninety-four percent.
(Stottlemeyer tries again.)
Seventy-four percent..
Monk: Captain! Ladies and gentlemen, Leland Stottlemeyer, homicide! Show them your badge. Show it. Show it. Show it! I solved the case.
Monk: We're gonna need a big old paddy wagon. Do they still have paddy wagons?
Monk: (while covered in bees in a beekeeper suit, to a nearby policeman) Excuse me, is your gun loaded?
Policeman: Yeah.
Monk: Could you do me a favor? Just...kill me.
Sheriff: Why didn't you just stay in the car?
Monk: There's a bee in the car!
Monk: A pregnancy test.
Cora: Looks like she had a bun in the oven.
Monk: How do you know?
Cora: Those two little lines there. That means positive. See, you pee on this end.
Monk: (dropping the pregnancy test) Aaahhh! Wipe! Wipe! Wipe!
Monk: The truth is, I'm not so attracted to you.
Cora: Whatever.
Monk: The truth is, you sort of terrify me.
Cora: Hey! There's no such thing as a perfect marriage.
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Origin, Game Two.
Well.
THAT didn't turn out quite like I had planned.
Do I need to tell you that QLD won? 30 - 0.
That's ok. Bring on Game Three, Baby!
THAT didn't turn out quite like I had planned.
Do I need to tell you that QLD won? 30 - 0.
That's ok. Bring on Game Three, Baby!
Origin, Game Two
Queensland just got another try.
You know, it's possible NSW might not win tonight ...
:-(
You know, it's possible NSW might not win tonight ...
:-(
Origin, Game Two.
Half Time:
Qld: 16. (Two converted tries + Two field goals)
NSW: Uhhh ... Ummm ... 0.
It's ok. There's another 40 minutes to go.
Go Blues! You can wrap up the series tonight ... :-)
Qld: 16. (Two converted tries + Two field goals)
NSW: Uhhh ... Ummm ... 0.
It's ok. There's another 40 minutes to go.
Go Blues! You can wrap up the series tonight ... :-)
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.
****
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 ...
****
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.
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