Last week at work a terrible incident occurred. Fifteen minutes before my shift was over one of my supervisors instructed me to toilet my children. I called three of my 2 year olds and left the sandpit area immediately. My mistake was not waiting for the supervisor to send someone else to the sandpit.
She gets paid $8 an hour more than me for being qualified and responsible.My teammates often gripe about this particular supervisors double standards and very rarely does anyone stand up for themselves and say no to her.
Anyway - a small child was hurt by another child whilst the sandpit area was unsupervised. And of course I felt just terrible. I left work saddened and horrified at the horrible incident. I shouldn't of left until someone else had replaced me. Ten minutes before a coworker and myself were playing ball happily with all these kids and the little child that was attacked giggling delightfully sitting on a bike near me. When I was instructed to leave the area I just did as I was told. Ten minutes later the child was scratched and bitten.
The anguished mother decided she wanted to personally tell off the person responsible... so two of my supervisors decided that was me and the following morning I endured a very personal attack by the mother. I wasn't given this as a choice - the supervisors involved on these days led me to believe there was not an option.
I have learnt since that I could of refused.
Anyway, as if that wasn't horrid enough.... about six months ago I came to work with a hangover. I mean it.. a rotten, thumping, pore seeping, wretched hangover. I am telling you - childcare is no place to ever have a hangover. Every maraca shaken, drum thumped, piercing scream, the hokey pokey hurts to the very core. "The wheels on the bus"? That bit where the people on the bus stand up sit down? Man - killer. The woman I work with usually laughed at me... as you should. It is the Australian way - laugh at the sucker because there but for the grace of dog... you could be there. But - being a good supervisor when another staff member mentioned my condition to her she also gave me some cheap perfume and chewing gum.
I have managed to upset a couple of women I work with. Anyway, cutting a long story short...well shorter... I was surprised to see my direct supervisor upset with some staff for gossiping... and as she muttered about their malicious activities I... didn't bother asking what they were gossiping about... Another coworker came down to me and told me to watch my back... and I thought she was referring to the fact my washing machine has been strangely putting fluff on stuff or I could have been used as a nose wipe by one of my children... and I went and checked the back of my shirt. Another coworker was talking to my supervisor about something being finished and she turned to me and said "I am so sorry Melissa" and I thought she meant because she must of thought she was interrupting me.. so I said.. "Don't be silly - nothing to apologise about!"
The malicious gossip was about me. That I was hungover and drank alcohol during my lunch hour which explains why I never eat lunch in the staff room. (I live across the road and come home at lunch time to do the washing up, play with the dogs, check the gardens and enjoy quiet time)
One of the supervisors told a family member who also happens to be one of my best friends and she came immediately to tell me. I rang my direct supervisor (who happens to be my nicest close friend at the moment) and said why the hell didn't you tell me? She said she knew how upset I was over the incident last week and wanted to spare my feelings. She also knew it was bullshit (she is a friend who knows me very well - including the fact I do drink alcohol)
My daughter Anna came home for most of the week this week. It was just nice having her home.
I bought myself some computer stuff that I think is pretty cool before all this crap happened and it arrived yesterday. My 22" monitor is just gorgeous EXCEPT it means everyone can see what I am typing/looking at and they all LOOK!
MOTH is fine as always and just amuses himself. He deals with everything with food and sex. Wish I could do it as easily.
A new friend was surprisingly wonderful and bought me chocolate cake and small gifts that really made me think.. wow sometimes life is wonderful. How thoughtful and lovely?
The majority of my colleagues were wonderful with their support, kind words and defence.
My daughter Jane continues to make her own life more difficult than it should be.
William pointed out some new tumours (he has hereditary multiple exostoses) and today we got yet another referral to a specialist. I took him shopping for new shoes and sports gear today while we waited for the doctors receptionist to type up our letter. William let me send him to the hairdresser for a real haircut - and I suspect he did that just to please me. He doesn't like having his hair cut, and today he let them cut it short and how I like it.
I have the flu and didn't go to work today. I suspect the flu is my own fault because it is policy to wear gloves for wiping kids noses and sometimes I don't bother if I think no one is watching. But the kids sneeze on me and I cuddle them if they cry... germ city and I guess I am rundown because I have been so upset this past week.
Still - was a bit shocking that such lies could be told by a couple of my workmates and for me to be so stupid to not see what was going on. My funny jokes have to stop. My direct supervisor and I do laugh and carry on about some of my activities outside of work. Only Saturday after the incident we went to Rockhampton for her sons football and to catch up with my girls and Sizzlers for lunch... and I did have a terrible hangover and complained all the food tasted like the brandy she gave me that I swear was dodgy. I was the one who passed out first at the work social club function. I do say silly things like "wine makes me clever" before we attend trivia at a local hotel with my workmates.
I enabled the sad women to try to spread such a horrid thing about me. I guess we live and learn.
Friday, May 30, 2008
Sunday, May 18, 2008
The.. If I was your mother story
I forgot something funny that happened.
The football ground at Rockhampton is right by the Fitzroy river near the racecourse.
Anyway - Anna and I are standing outside the grounds in the carpark opposite the river... when up comes another half dozen boys Anna's age from Gladstone. Anna is cringing because she has dressed to portray her misery for me... and she knows I will fall for it. One of the boys in particular Anna finds very attractive. Another.. she tells me is an arsehole and that I have yelled at before. (I don't remember that because the bloody kids grow faster than my memory... allows me to remember them)
A woman MAYBE my age walks up to the boys who have grouped just near us. This woman looks GORGEOUS. She is very tanned, in a short skirt with magnificent legs, slim and speaks in what I imagine is an American accent (but I could offend my Canadian friends because sometimes I cant tell the difference) and she loudly says to the boys....
"Now If I was your mother.. where would you want me to sit, because I am new at this and I don't know what to do."
The boy Anna pointed out to me that is already (rightfully) scared of me... says... delightfully for me...
"If you WERE MY MOTHER... I would say the other side of the oval... but your not... obviously so just sit at the Grandstand"
I roar laughing and say to Anna... who is disapproving of my laughing... "But really, my kids would tell me to go sit by the damn river outside the carpark...."
Anna says... "Well no frigging wonder Mum. Stop laughing. You don't even like that kid!"
That was before I realised he was very funny. I like him heaps now.
The football ground at Rockhampton is right by the Fitzroy river near the racecourse.
Anyway - Anna and I are standing outside the grounds in the carpark opposite the river... when up comes another half dozen boys Anna's age from Gladstone. Anna is cringing because she has dressed to portray her misery for me... and she knows I will fall for it. One of the boys in particular Anna finds very attractive. Another.. she tells me is an arsehole and that I have yelled at before. (I don't remember that because the bloody kids grow faster than my memory... allows me to remember them)
A woman MAYBE my age walks up to the boys who have grouped just near us. This woman looks GORGEOUS. She is very tanned, in a short skirt with magnificent legs, slim and speaks in what I imagine is an American accent (but I could offend my Canadian friends because sometimes I cant tell the difference) and she loudly says to the boys....
"Now If I was your mother.. where would you want me to sit, because I am new at this and I don't know what to do."
The boy Anna pointed out to me that is already (rightfully) scared of me... says... delightfully for me...
"If you WERE MY MOTHER... I would say the other side of the oval... but your not... obviously so just sit at the Grandstand"
I roar laughing and say to Anna... who is disapproving of my laughing... "But really, my kids would tell me to go sit by the damn river outside the carpark...."
Anna says... "Well no frigging wonder Mum. Stop laughing. You don't even like that kid!"
That was before I realised he was very funny. I like him heaps now.
The football weekend? Or the secret weekend?
Saturday morning I accompanied a friend to her sons AFL game at Rockhampton to deliver some cooked meals to my daughters and have a brief visit with them.
So - here is William, Anna and a friend of theirs - Zak, early Saturday morning at football. Hmmm.... my kids are rather short actually. William commented that he wants to play AFL also.... and I looked in horror at the size of the other kids and the size of him. He never ever seems to understand he has a height disadvantage. Zak plays in under 17's and William plays under 15's for heavens sake.
Yes - Anna looks rather unkept in this particular photo. But she is demonstrating her misery. It wasn't until we got there that she said... "Goodness Mum I didn't realise people we know would be here - you could of made me do my hair!"
She is miserable over a boy. And whilst she tells me about her problems with the boy, her problems with her sister Jane and her father, her job, school, wanting to quit school and work in childcare, missing her friends, being expected to cook and clean and how there are never enough hours in the day.... I do hear her complaining that she doesn't like the food she is expected to eat. So I cooked her and Jane some meals, froze them and took them up.
As soon as we got to the AFL - Jane and Courtney (her partner in the shoplifting incident in December) asked if they could walk back to Jane's fathers house (maybe four blocks away). I cant refuse Jane any opportunity to exercise - so although I had hoped to enjoy that hour or so with both my daughters I still said yes to them walking home. I figured it was unlikely they could get into trouble in such a short amount of time. Courtney is a darling - she cant keep secrets. Jane too has boy problems and she wouldn't share anything like that with me. Anna will tell me too much but Jane wont tell me a thing. Jane also has a new mobile phone and I don't have the number.
As we drove off my friend shouted out to Jane - "Don't worry your mum has your number - she got it from the text message you sent her for Mother's day!" (Jane was the only one of my kids who didn't bother to contact me)
Anna needs another 12 logged hours (or so?) before she can get her drivers license. I wanted to give her lessons this weekend but my car has a fan belt that is squealing and that is why I opted to instead accompany my friend to meet with my girls.
This week I will attend to taking my car to the mechanics - and the weekend arrangement worked so well - that next weekend we will also travel with my friend to meet with the girls. Except we will drive further on to Yeppoon in Anna's car for the lesson and meet back at Rockhampton for lunch at Sizzlers and a visit to the zoo. All things going well - which sometimes they don't.
I gave Anna the money for a professional lesson this week. I hope she organises it and does it.
We are heading to Gold Coast again at the end of June for cheer leading Nationals competition and to meet with friends and family... and buggared if I want to be doing all the driving. I want her to drive.
Oh. My friends oldest daughter has a new boyfriend. Who happens to be Anna's first boyfriend - Robert.(I am classifying first boyfriend on the basis that he was her first lover) He was lovely. He treated Anna like a princess and Anna used to run around the house madly before he arrived making sure it was clean and begging us to be a) clothed b) sober and not make any jokes whatsover and preferably not speak at all and c) not to make any mess whatsoever.
My friend managed to keep this a secret from me for 5 1/2 hours. I am in awe. I would NEVER of managed to keep such a secret for that long from her. We discussed at work all week the fact we knew her daughter was interested in a boy. We discussed the potentials. I guessed Robert... and even did a little spying on Myspace etc..... but my friend said... nah couldn't be him. Her daughter HATES red heads. (My friend is a redhead)
Her beautiful daughter wouldn't tell her because apparently my friend cant keep secrets. Go figure huh?
So - here is William, Anna and a friend of theirs - Zak, early Saturday morning at football. Hmmm.... my kids are rather short actually. William commented that he wants to play AFL also.... and I looked in horror at the size of the other kids and the size of him. He never ever seems to understand he has a height disadvantage. Zak plays in under 17's and William plays under 15's for heavens sake.Yes - Anna looks rather unkept in this particular photo. But she is demonstrating her misery. It wasn't until we got there that she said... "Goodness Mum I didn't realise people we know would be here - you could of made me do my hair!"
She is miserable over a boy. And whilst she tells me about her problems with the boy, her problems with her sister Jane and her father, her job, school, wanting to quit school and work in childcare, missing her friends, being expected to cook and clean and how there are never enough hours in the day.... I do hear her complaining that she doesn't like the food she is expected to eat. So I cooked her and Jane some meals, froze them and took them up.
As soon as we got to the AFL - Jane and Courtney (her partner in the shoplifting incident in December) asked if they could walk back to Jane's fathers house (maybe four blocks away). I cant refuse Jane any opportunity to exercise - so although I had hoped to enjoy that hour or so with both my daughters I still said yes to them walking home. I figured it was unlikely they could get into trouble in such a short amount of time. Courtney is a darling - she cant keep secrets. Jane too has boy problems and she wouldn't share anything like that with me. Anna will tell me too much but Jane wont tell me a thing. Jane also has a new mobile phone and I don't have the number.
As we drove off my friend shouted out to Jane - "Don't worry your mum has your number - she got it from the text message you sent her for Mother's day!" (Jane was the only one of my kids who didn't bother to contact me)
Anna needs another 12 logged hours (or so?) before she can get her drivers license. I wanted to give her lessons this weekend but my car has a fan belt that is squealing and that is why I opted to instead accompany my friend to meet with my girls.
This week I will attend to taking my car to the mechanics - and the weekend arrangement worked so well - that next weekend we will also travel with my friend to meet with the girls. Except we will drive further on to Yeppoon in Anna's car for the lesson and meet back at Rockhampton for lunch at Sizzlers and a visit to the zoo. All things going well - which sometimes they don't.
I gave Anna the money for a professional lesson this week. I hope she organises it and does it.
We are heading to Gold Coast again at the end of June for cheer leading Nationals competition and to meet with friends and family... and buggared if I want to be doing all the driving. I want her to drive.
Oh. My friends oldest daughter has a new boyfriend. Who happens to be Anna's first boyfriend - Robert.(I am classifying first boyfriend on the basis that he was her first lover) He was lovely. He treated Anna like a princess and Anna used to run around the house madly before he arrived making sure it was clean and begging us to be a) clothed b) sober and not make any jokes whatsover and preferably not speak at all and c) not to make any mess whatsoever.
My friend managed to keep this a secret from me for 5 1/2 hours. I am in awe. I would NEVER of managed to keep such a secret for that long from her. We discussed at work all week the fact we knew her daughter was interested in a boy. We discussed the potentials. I guessed Robert... and even did a little spying on Myspace etc..... but my friend said... nah couldn't be him. Her daughter HATES red heads. (My friend is a redhead)
Her beautiful daughter wouldn't tell her because apparently my friend cant keep secrets. Go figure huh?
Thursday, May 15, 2008
William's birthday.. or my complete inability to keep secrets
William will be 14 next week. And as I procrastinated and pondered and .... did it again... the only thing he really wanted... was the xbox360 which is already like.. ancient technology...and you probably should buy the elite one etc etc....
William is meant to empty the bins and water the plants on the front verandah. Especially since Anna left home, he never remembers either. Sometimes he is meant to get washing off the line or out of the dryer and put it away. It is all on his top bunk in his bedroom as we speak.
But he never causes me trouble or headaches OTHER than because he will not tell me when he needs new things - like shoes and toothbrushes. Lack of time, or wasting time - bad time management and lousy shopping .... I just got in a bad mood and decided I wanted to buy him what he wanted.
MOTH was late home indulging a little with his friends. I was a little bit wild. (Wild as in angry) MOTH was a little intimidated by my bad temper and as I hadn't consumed any alcohol I drove us to the mall... shopping after a fifteen minute quick read on the xbox 360. We probably should of bought the elite version. If we waited the K-mart lovely girl warned us - we would save a whole $15 next week. But I was just tired and wanted the whole.. birthday dilemma out of the way. So we bought the.. go pro box and a game... with lots of swearing and the russian immigrants steal cars and stuff...
MOTH made William find the present by telling him to take the garbage out and the stuff being out there. In MOTH's mind that is funny. Give creedence to the fact MOTH gets frustrated to death by my lack of being able to keep such a secret and wait for the birthday. But I really cant. MOTH wanted to keep the game at least as a secret. I rang Anna to tell her of the torture... and she understood Mummy cant keep secrets.
Anna is a little upset because the love of her life... was a little mean today and she feels her heart is breaking. Sunday... I will make try fix it... but you cant really. When you are 17 and you think your boyfriend has been mean... the sun has stopped shining. She was good because she ... at least or only.. could understand my absolute impatience....
My brother told me to buy a Wee2 or something. So did Sara I think. But I felt.. William just never bothers me. He never tells me I dont provide enough. He never asks for ANYTHING. He never tells me how great anyone elses parents are and how he has nothing. I dont even notice he has inadequate footwear until it becomes a state of embarrassment. I knew he wanted this thingo.
And I couldnt wait just one week till his birthday to give it to him.
But... as I purchased it... his mates Reggie, Jayden and Sam came to the counter to say G'day. So... that gives me an excuse. As if they would of kept a secret?
William is meant to empty the bins and water the plants on the front verandah. Especially since Anna left home, he never remembers either. Sometimes he is meant to get washing off the line or out of the dryer and put it away. It is all on his top bunk in his bedroom as we speak.
But he never causes me trouble or headaches OTHER than because he will not tell me when he needs new things - like shoes and toothbrushes. Lack of time, or wasting time - bad time management and lousy shopping .... I just got in a bad mood and decided I wanted to buy him what he wanted.
MOTH was late home indulging a little with his friends. I was a little bit wild. (Wild as in angry) MOTH was a little intimidated by my bad temper and as I hadn't consumed any alcohol I drove us to the mall... shopping after a fifteen minute quick read on the xbox 360. We probably should of bought the elite version. If we waited the K-mart lovely girl warned us - we would save a whole $15 next week. But I was just tired and wanted the whole.. birthday dilemma out of the way. So we bought the.. go pro box and a game... with lots of swearing and the russian immigrants steal cars and stuff...
MOTH made William find the present by telling him to take the garbage out and the stuff being out there. In MOTH's mind that is funny. Give creedence to the fact MOTH gets frustrated to death by my lack of being able to keep such a secret and wait for the birthday. But I really cant. MOTH wanted to keep the game at least as a secret. I rang Anna to tell her of the torture... and she understood Mummy cant keep secrets.
Anna is a little upset because the love of her life... was a little mean today and she feels her heart is breaking. Sunday... I will make try fix it... but you cant really. When you are 17 and you think your boyfriend has been mean... the sun has stopped shining. She was good because she ... at least or only.. could understand my absolute impatience....
My brother told me to buy a Wee2 or something. So did Sara I think. But I felt.. William just never bothers me. He never tells me I dont provide enough. He never asks for ANYTHING. He never tells me how great anyone elses parents are and how he has nothing. I dont even notice he has inadequate footwear until it becomes a state of embarrassment. I knew he wanted this thingo.
And I couldnt wait just one week till his birthday to give it to him.
But... as I purchased it... his mates Reggie, Jayden and Sam came to the counter to say G'day. So... that gives me an excuse. As if they would of kept a secret?
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Chucking a sickie...
Yep - I did it. At my work you have to call in sick at 6.30am. I think that is ridiculous... but that is the rule. You also have to have a doctors certificate if you are sick on a Monday or a Friday.
I wasn't REALLY sick - if you count having a temperature and name of an ailment. But I have been a little stressed worrying about a family member, Anna has so many things on her agenda and so many decisions to make, I have unavoidably made conflict with a couple of my colleagues that I just... wish would go away.... and I have heaps of sick days up....
I chose today because there was a performance at work so the kids would be attending that and not really know I was missing. Wednesday is also the only day that my room doesn't have full attendance.
I chose today last week actually - and made sure the person I would like to relieve me was available.
We are meant to complete a module a month of study to keep our jobs. And I find when I get home from work I am tired - and I have dinner to prepare, washing, some housework that cannot be avoided, MOTH to attend to, friends to entertain and be a friend too, bills to pay, blogs & emails to read, Anna wants someone to whinge too, William needs to be reminded to move away from the television/xbox/ps2 and attend the real world... the garden needs attending and the capsicums need roasting. Ok - so I do anything but my homework.
So - today the plan was to knock over some of the dreaded assignments.
I sat in the garden for an hour. I pondered some madness that always troubles me. I fed the birds - both the lorrikeets, crested pigeons and galahs out the back and the finches out the front and watched them for a while. I filled in my holiday application for the end of June beginning of July to take Anna to her gymnastics (ok - cheerleading) competition and meet my aunt and cousins for a possibly wonderful and exciting reunion... (possibly because one shouldn't get their hopes up plans can change and I could get the holiday application rejected) I opened my books and the files on the computer.
Then Meg rang and said.. I am at The Valley... want to do lunch? Of course I do ... I am starving. We choose a local Chinese restaurant... and horror of horrors... not one but TWO of the parents of the children in my room work there. Serves myself right for not paying attention to what people do for a living. I recognised them but couldn't think... where... and when it suddenly dawned on me....... bloody hell there was no escape. Hope they didn't notice I had three plates of all you can eat. I ate Meg's left overs too actually. Hardly the behaviour of a sick person!
And when we got home and had coffee and Meg left - yep. I napped. Then I cooked Anna and Jane lasagne, noodles and fish pie becaue they complain to me that they dont like the food at their fathers and I am going there this weekend to take Anna for more driving lessons and deliver food. Jane claims she is now a vegetarian - so I made vegetarian lasagne and noodles and veggies for her... and meat ones for Anna. Jane is eating fish still.
I did complete ONE assignment. Bloody hope it passes.
I wasn't REALLY sick - if you count having a temperature and name of an ailment. But I have been a little stressed worrying about a family member, Anna has so many things on her agenda and so many decisions to make, I have unavoidably made conflict with a couple of my colleagues that I just... wish would go away.... and I have heaps of sick days up....
I chose today because there was a performance at work so the kids would be attending that and not really know I was missing. Wednesday is also the only day that my room doesn't have full attendance.
I chose today last week actually - and made sure the person I would like to relieve me was available.
We are meant to complete a module a month of study to keep our jobs. And I find when I get home from work I am tired - and I have dinner to prepare, washing, some housework that cannot be avoided, MOTH to attend to, friends to entertain and be a friend too, bills to pay, blogs & emails to read, Anna wants someone to whinge too, William needs to be reminded to move away from the television/xbox/ps2 and attend the real world... the garden needs attending and the capsicums need roasting. Ok - so I do anything but my homework.
So - today the plan was to knock over some of the dreaded assignments.
I sat in the garden for an hour. I pondered some madness that always troubles me. I fed the birds - both the lorrikeets, crested pigeons and galahs out the back and the finches out the front and watched them for a while. I filled in my holiday application for the end of June beginning of July to take Anna to her gymnastics (ok - cheerleading) competition and meet my aunt and cousins for a possibly wonderful and exciting reunion... (possibly because one shouldn't get their hopes up plans can change and I could get the holiday application rejected) I opened my books and the files on the computer.
Then Meg rang and said.. I am at The Valley... want to do lunch? Of course I do ... I am starving. We choose a local Chinese restaurant... and horror of horrors... not one but TWO of the parents of the children in my room work there. Serves myself right for not paying attention to what people do for a living. I recognised them but couldn't think... where... and when it suddenly dawned on me....... bloody hell there was no escape. Hope they didn't notice I had three plates of all you can eat. I ate Meg's left overs too actually. Hardly the behaviour of a sick person!
And when we got home and had coffee and Meg left - yep. I napped. Then I cooked Anna and Jane lasagne, noodles and fish pie becaue they complain to me that they dont like the food at their fathers and I am going there this weekend to take Anna for more driving lessons and deliver food. Jane claims she is now a vegetarian - so I made vegetarian lasagne and noodles and veggies for her... and meat ones for Anna. Jane is eating fish still.
I did complete ONE assignment. Bloody hope it passes.
Mother's Day
Early Sunday morning a friend and her family and MOTH, William, myself and Dotti the wonderdog went to the Marina for breakfast to celebrate Mother's Day. The two MOTH's took the dogs for a walk while us Mums COOKED... but enjoyed the beautiful scenery weather and company.
It was my choice to only take Dotti - because I think she gets left behind too often. She is deaf and... out of laziness I guess sometimes it is just easier to leave her at home.She does obey hand signals... but funny enough she doesn't seem to see them when there are children to play with at a park or beach and other dogs to see. Actually we have had some downright disasters where she has to be chased for miles before she realises she is meant to come to us. Lucky for us - she never tries to escape from home and she is... getting a tad beefy....
A football was kicked around and rescued a couple of times from the harbour. It was a pleasant morning.
When we got home.. MOTH and William gave me a terrific present. They went fishing. After I had washed up breakfast and repacked our picnic/camping box I had a glorious three hour nap.
And William and MOTH eventually returned with two cod, five summer whiting (my favourite) and two mudcrabs. Yes, cod are ugly but they taste great.
My oldest daughter Sara sent me a bottle of scotch (a rather large one at that) and an ipod shuffle. MOTH owes me the majority of the scotch.
The ipod thingo just loaded itself with music from my computer.. which meant I was horrified because it had heaps of crap on it I don't want to listen to. It took me a couple of nights to figure out my own playlist. MOTH however... very much liked the first couple of nights when it was loaded with.... too much...
I enjoyed conversations on the telephone with both of my oldest daughters - although I guess a lot of it was just the... terrible struggle of day to day living, obligations, desires and fears. My youngest daughter Jane didn't ring me at all. Monday night she told me she had forgotten.
We made our phone calls...and I did very little really. Another girlfriend visited in the afternoon and I had acquired a ST Kilda track suit for her son from the girlfriend in the morning... and little Morgan was delighted with the track suit.
My friend gave me a harness for my dogs... and I took Rocky for a walk in the evening. He was so well behaved - normally he is an absolute shit for me...I thought the harness was a miracle. The next night I took him for a walk with it and he was an absolute shit again - I think he was just pretending to be a good dog because Dotti got to attend an outing while he stayed home.
The harness doesnt fit Dotti's somewhat wide girth. I might buy her one this weekend. We could probably do with some more exercise!
It was my choice to only take Dotti - because I think she gets left behind too often. She is deaf and... out of laziness I guess sometimes it is just easier to leave her at home.She does obey hand signals... but funny enough she doesn't seem to see them when there are children to play with at a park or beach and other dogs to see. Actually we have had some downright disasters where she has to be chased for miles before she realises she is meant to come to us. Lucky for us - she never tries to escape from home and she is... getting a tad beefy....
A football was kicked around and rescued a couple of times from the harbour. It was a pleasant morning.
When we got home.. MOTH and William gave me a terrific present. They went fishing. After I had washed up breakfast and repacked our picnic/camping box I had a glorious three hour nap.
And William and MOTH eventually returned with two cod, five summer whiting (my favourite) and two mudcrabs. Yes, cod are ugly but they taste great.My oldest daughter Sara sent me a bottle of scotch (a rather large one at that) and an ipod shuffle. MOTH owes me the majority of the scotch.
The ipod thingo just loaded itself with music from my computer.. which meant I was horrified because it had heaps of crap on it I don't want to listen to. It took me a couple of nights to figure out my own playlist. MOTH however... very much liked the first couple of nights when it was loaded with.... too much...
I enjoyed conversations on the telephone with both of my oldest daughters - although I guess a lot of it was just the... terrible struggle of day to day living, obligations, desires and fears. My youngest daughter Jane didn't ring me at all. Monday night she told me she had forgotten.
We made our phone calls...and I did very little really. Another girlfriend visited in the afternoon and I had acquired a ST Kilda track suit for her son from the girlfriend in the morning... and little Morgan was delighted with the track suit.
My friend gave me a harness for my dogs... and I took Rocky for a walk in the evening. He was so well behaved - normally he is an absolute shit for me...I thought the harness was a miracle. The next night I took him for a walk with it and he was an absolute shit again - I think he was just pretending to be a good dog because Dotti got to attend an outing while he stayed home.
The harness doesnt fit Dotti's somewhat wide girth. I might buy her one this weekend. We could probably do with some more exercise!
Monday, May 05, 2008
Tides wait for no one...
MOTH went crabbing this morning. I knew he wanted me to come too - but I have to complete the study for work.... and it is hideous saying "No I cant come I need to do this" when really I would much rather drive about on the boat and look at the scenery.
I never do much on the boat. I do have a boat license.. but I doubt very much I can actually drive our boat. The boat I got my license on... was very similar to a car. Whenever MOTH asks me if I want to drive.. I decline. I like being the passenger. As a matter of fact I don't really help with anything on the boat. If MOTH asks for the net.. I throw it at him.. I don't use it. If MOTH is busy with his own fish... I get snappy and cranky because I need help with mine because it looks like it could be spiky. I will jump off the boat and hold a bucket on top of a crab and yell for him to help. I never touch them myself.
I can go one further on the horridness of me. I rarely even peel/crack my own crab. I wait for MOTH to do it for me. I love eating mud crab but it bores me to open them.
Anyway - the high tide was very high today. The low tide was very very low. And he got stuck. And because he was at The Narrows that has not very good phone coverage it just meant I had phone calls from his mobile phone that I couldn't answer or reconnect to.
I wasted worries with the non connecting calls worrying something ghastly had happened to him and Rocky the wonder dog. They just didn't watch the time and couldn't use the boat ramp because the tide was so low... so they were stuck.
I did a tiny bit of my assignments. Mostly I was annoyed that I was stuck at home with the assignments and the entire rest of the world was out having fun. I would of rathered being stuck in 0.4 metre low tides on The Narrows.
I never do much on the boat. I do have a boat license.. but I doubt very much I can actually drive our boat. The boat I got my license on... was very similar to a car. Whenever MOTH asks me if I want to drive.. I decline. I like being the passenger. As a matter of fact I don't really help with anything on the boat. If MOTH asks for the net.. I throw it at him.. I don't use it. If MOTH is busy with his own fish... I get snappy and cranky because I need help with mine because it looks like it could be spiky. I will jump off the boat and hold a bucket on top of a crab and yell for him to help. I never touch them myself.
I can go one further on the horridness of me. I rarely even peel/crack my own crab. I wait for MOTH to do it for me. I love eating mud crab but it bores me to open them.
Anyway - the high tide was very high today. The low tide was very very low. And he got stuck. And because he was at The Narrows that has not very good phone coverage it just meant I had phone calls from his mobile phone that I couldn't answer or reconnect to.
I wasted worries with the non connecting calls worrying something ghastly had happened to him and Rocky the wonder dog. They just didn't watch the time and couldn't use the boat ramp because the tide was so low... so they were stuck.
I did a tiny bit of my assignments. Mostly I was annoyed that I was stuck at home with the assignments and the entire rest of the world was out having fun. I would of rathered being stuck in 0.4 metre low tides on The Narrows.
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